The Black Scepter

"The sooner you enter the battle, the more you lose, but the ones who enter at the latest are often unable to catch oil and water."

Murphy recounted what Tang Jide had taught, and his finger swiped gently on the map, "The battle on the battlefield is not as complicated and changeable as imagined. Plan well before the battle. Once the battle begins, it is difficult to order effectively. Passed into the ears of the soldiers in the melee, even the sound of the horn, only the soldiers who have experienced many baptisms of war can execute the command of the commander as quickly as possible."

"All I have seen for countless years is the endless blood and the hatred that can't be eliminated."

Ashcandi slightly tilted his legs and sat beside Murphys, watching him quietly explain the battlefield terms on the military map for himself. Those blood-red eyes no longer have irritability and intolerance, but gradually settled clear. "I don't understand what you said. I'm not a veteran, just an old woman." "I won't say it if I compliment, but you are not an'old woman' in my eyes."

Murphy replied a little helplessly. Now that he has been restrained in the past, now the queen has been distinguished from the original indifferent Ashkandi. It seems that after the so-called "talk", she has become more and more Like a normal person.

"Continue." Ashcandi turned his head slightly and said he was listening.

"What happens on the battlefield will always happen. We only need to intervene at the most appropriate time. The heretical judgment seems to be determined this time to frustrate me. The three giants don't know how many are coming--" "Three."

Jeanna interjected in a cold voice behind Murphy, "After you shoveled the headquarters, the three giants made plans for how to face you and fight again."

"It's unfortunate enough."

Murphy stretched out his hand to record the news on the parchment and looked up at Ashkandi, hesitantly:

"They really want to shoot, I may not be able to rely on that scepter."

"It is best not to use it in the future."

Ashkandi seemed to understand the meaning of the scepter, reaching for her hair and putting her hair behind her ear, she replied softly:

"I have everything."

Murphy grinned, and was shocked by Ashcandi’s words, but his heart was touched-he never thought of relying on anyone, but when the pure and powerful woman in front of him expressed willingness to stand When he was fighting side by side in front of him, the young man's heart echoed with only that sentence.

The night watchman was never alone.

"Our scouts are scarce, but it is enough to cope with the current battle situation," Slowing the God, Murphy took out the map and continued to address the few people in front of him:

"There are many enemies and there are many variables, but they will not change if they fight sooner or later. What we have to do is give them a few surprises."

"Will you help Byzantium?"

Ashkandi glanced at the tactical map and the battle location marked by Murphy.

"My father and friends are here."

Murphy closed the map gently and whispered:

"This war will only be a prelude. The night watchman wants to gain a foothold. In the end, there will still be Byzantine backing."

"

Listen to you. "

Ashcandi got up and made a stretched movement that Murphy had never seen before, and yawned unabashedly, saying:

"Give me a few books and look back slowly."

Murphy was a little flustered, his mouth slightly open, not knowing how to answer.

"Of course, you still have time to do your own business first. I went to sleep and it seemed that I had been awakened by you. I haven't rested yet."

Ashcandy blinked lightly, stepped away, and pointed to Christina, who was abandoned as a pet not far away, suddenly said in Verding:

"Will this kind of person who can't fight for war still stay?"

Christina, who raised her head, was instantly sweaty.

She never knew the identity of the woman in front of her. It was only after she was suddenly called by Murphy today that she saw this woman with exceptional appearance. These advantages can be ignored by Christina. But he has a temperament that he can never match. This is the fact that makes a woman feel most frustrated.

And at this time...

She, who only understood Verdin, was suddenly stunned after hearing this phrase after listening to Murphy for a long time.

"For the time being, she still has a little use value."

Murphy shrugged. "As long as it lasts, it's up to her."

"I don't like her, she always smells like an estrus animal."

Ashcandi always said something, and even walked to Christina's side, not only looked at her, but whispered:

"Don't make me hostile to you, get it?"

Christina was frightened by Ashcandi's suffocating power, her face was pale, her head nodded reflexively, and she saw the queen walk towards the newly built tent I never looked back.

She also wants to sleep?

Murphy scratched his head in front of the bonfire, so he turned around to see Christina staring at Ashkandi's back, and said in Verding:

"She flashed more people than you have seen, so no matter what she said, I advise you to do it yourself."

The poor widow nodded helplessly and quickly expressed his attitude-"I can do anything, as long as you don't kill me!"

"anything?"

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Fes raised his eyebrows.

Christina was tangled in her heart, but when she thought that her life was more important, she nodded and replied:

"Anything!"

"That's all right," Murphy reached out and handed the map in his hand to Compton, who was standing next to him, looking at the pretty widow:

"Go for a bath first and take away the smell of perfume from you. To be honest, the enemy's nose is sensitive and the first one to die is you."

Speaking of taking a shower, Christina seemed to understand something, immediately bit her lip, and walked away with the skirt corner after the less intense psychological struggle.

"Connor, prepare a horse, I need to find Lilith, get the Byzantine robe ready, and set off immediately." Murphy was busy with a lot of things. While walking, he untied the collar of his black robe. Connor's expression is not right, asking:

"how?

something wrong? "

"No……

No problem, master, I will prepare immediately. Connor bowed his head, resisting the desire to laugh, spread his wings and flew away.

Murphy felt baffled.

Not long after he was wearing a Byzantine military uniform and riding away from the camp, Christina, in a tulle suit, hesitated for a while, and finally gritted his teeth into the tent of Murphys, but unexpectedly discovered that there was no one in it.

The old vampire Connor, who was not far away, couldn't help but laugh, coughing a few times, leaving Compton and Jeanna unknown. So...

...

Sphinx did not follow Murphy out, and he walked around the camp with proud small steps in the form of a fold cat. After playing with Hydera enough, the overlord-level powerful Warcraft wandered with a small tail. Back at the camp, there was no interesting person in front of the quiet bonfire. The Compton statue was usually sitting there. The horsewoman Jeana sat on a wooden pile and gently blowing a leaf, the sound was slightly bleak, Jeans Finks raised his ears curiously.

Jumping on the stake and looking at the slender knight, Sphinx saw that the other party seemed unwilling to take care of himself, jumped boringly, and bored his head into a tent.

"Are you lost?"

With a sigh, the movement of Sphinx's stride suddenly stopped.

The appearance of a pet does not mean that Sphinx is really a pet cat. As a high-level Warcraft, its recognition ability does not need to be repeated. It can surprise it at this moment, not because the person in this tent does not know it, but it knows Who is the person in front of her, but finds that she is so strange that she has never seen it before—sound, breathing rate and even...

Those eyes.

"Cute little guy."

Sphinx wanted to dodge, but in the end let the delicate fingers gently touch the ear.

It raised its head, and it was clear that Ashcandy was right. That black robe and long black hair would not be wrong, just...

The iconic eyes are neither blood red nor black, but deep green.

Sitting softly and helplessly on the bed, Ashkandi's eyes were slightly confused, his head slightly turned sideways, and his face, which could never be seen at an age, seemed to be younger, and his face was pale and pathetic.

Sphinx can't feel the black noble temperament of Ashcandi's refusal camouflage, nor the simple and straightforwardness of the red eye queen~www.wuxiaspot.com~ its only feeling is-in front of him Ashcandi's breath is very weak, even weak to the point that he can't even detect it!

The fold cat felt that things didn't seem right, turned around and wanted to run out, but stopped at the spot because of Ashkandi's call.

"Leave me alone every time?"

Looking at the Sphinx who wanted to leave, the Ashkendi, who had never appeared, did not reach out or hold it aloud, but sat there lonely and sighed softly.

The black hair hung down, and she looked helplessly around. The strange scene did not bring her fear, but also did not bring curiosity. The only thing was the calmness and the sphinx that could be detected by the encounter. Pessimistic breath.

Turning around, the fold cat jumped up softly and came silently to Ashkandi's uncomfortable bed. He looked up and looked at this "Ashkandi" that he had never seen before and yelled softly.

Ashcandy looked down at it curiously, revealing a gentle and melancholic smile, and said softly:

"I also seem to be lost..."