If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon

Chapter 330 Tooth Squad

Muspelheimlin, Lancelot reached out and caught a sycamore fruit. It was brownish-yellow, like a lychee, with many small thorns, and it was a bit hard when pinched gently. It was more like a fruit than a fruit. The bones of the enemy who are fighting to the death can still squeeze out the juice after crushing them hard.

"The vanguard has already reached the artificial lake. The enemy is routed and is shrinking the defense line. It is probably going to take the defense in depth." Behind Lancelot, there are two or three Lionhearts in black combat uniforms on the sidewalk of the Indus Path. The members of the meeting held the pager and turned their attention to the captain of their own team.

Lancelot, a freshman of French descent at Kassel College, is now serving as the captain of the Lionheart Freedom Day Elite Raiders.

"Don't act rashly. If the student union is as full of talents as the seniors say, then it is impossible to be so vulnerable. Now our advantage has a certain illusion. It may be the opponent's offensive to lure the enemy. Once the frontline troops suffer heavy losses, we will be the last Raiders." He clenched his fists and squeezed the fruit, and gently pulled the collar of his combat uniform, the French's unique tall nose bridge divided the sharp-edged face, and a pair of calm and calm eyes on the pale skin looked at the sky. In the swaying sycamore forest, behind him dozens of members of the Lionheart Club stood quietly in an ambush holding their guns, looking up at the sycamore leaves fluttering slightly in the wind above their heads.

No one questioned Lancelot's decision. The tower-like man of the Lionheart Club decided to hand over the Raiders team to him when he met the French freshman for the first time, even if the command was handed over to a dog. Well, the members of the Lionheart Club of the Raiders Squad will probably faithfully follow that happy dog ​​around, not to mention Lancelot, who is currently leading the team, is not bad in all aspects, and he has also shown enough leadership at the moment. The composure and excellent overall vision of this squad.

"I heard that the chairman of the student union is a sophomore?" In his spare time, Lancelot couldn't help resting in front of a sycamore tree, and casually asked the team members hiding behind other bunkers, "What's your name? coming?"

"Caesar Gattuso, the youngest person in power other than the first-generation student president." A third-year student in the team checked the rifling and said, "In the first half of the freshman year, he successfully won the hearts of the people through speeches and a series of organizational activities. There was a lot of voice among the freshmen in that class, and the only contender withdrew voluntarily, so it is not surprising that he can be the chairman.”

"That is to say, this sophomore with the same name as the Roman dictator is now considered the most famous man in the academy? The most outstanding genius?" Lancelot asked in a low voice, looking at the phoenix grove. The shattered top branches and leaves seemed to be thinking about something in their eyes, but the next moment the junior senior spoke out to break his imagination.

"I can't say that." The junior senior shook his head, but when he saw Lancelot looking back, he explained, "I mean that Caesar is indeed a genius. Compared with the presidents of the student union in the past, he is too much. Nothing less than that, many people say that Caesar was born to be in power, his eloquence can tell any passage in the Bible impassionedly, without derogatory comparison, his speech level should be close to that of Hitler, and it has been a long time since the academy There has never been such a dazzling figure as him. But."

"There is always a but." Lancelot smiled slightly and nodded.

"Yes. But if you want to be crowned with the title of 'the most outstanding genius', Caesar may not be qualified." The junior senior also nodded.

"Is there anyone better in the academy?" Lancelot asked softly.

The tone is a bit weird, but it’s not hard to hear that there is a little joy and surprise in it. It reminds me of a child visiting an amusement park. After seeing the most exciting roller coaster and being told that there are more exciting projects that have not been experienced, it is probably like This look.

The junior senior was not surprised by Lancelot's reaction. There is always no shortage of such lunatics in this academy, and these lunatics will always shine in the future. He smiled and shook his head and said, "Captain, your blood What's the rating?"

"'A' level." Lancelot said, without any complacency and arrogance, most members of the Lionheart Club are A level, and all the members of this surprise squad are also composed of 'A' level, which is considered Lancelot is also proud of being able to lead this team with the absolute power of the Lionheart.

"'A' grade bloodlines can be regarded as an excellent group in the academy. Cesar Gattuso is also in 'A' grade, and so am I. In terms of bloodlines, we are probably on the same level. The outstanding points are naturally equally divided into eloquence, skills and personality. The charm is on, and each has its own strengths." The junior senior nodded, "But the real 'best' is often unreasonable, and even if the latecomers try to catch up, they can't touch the existence."

"You mean, 'S' bloodline?" Lancelot understood the metaphor of the junior senior, and his face became subtle.

The 'S' level blood was exported uniformly, and many members of the Lionheart Club in the Indus Forest also turned their heads and looked over. They had been listening to the conversation between the two from just now, and they didn't bear it until the word 'S' level was exported. He couldn't help turning his head around, as if he heard some touching words.

"I thought only the headmaster of Cassel College was 'S'."

"We thought so before." The junior senior looked back at the players who had different reactions, "But it turns out that we were wrong. There is more than one 'S' class."

"How old is he? Is he still in school?" Lancelot couldn't help asking in a low voice. He had attended the preparatory class of Kassel College in the French town of Gordes in Provence, and he had a good understanding of dragon civilization and Some of the history of hybrids are no strangers, so they naturally know what the understatement of 'S' bloodlines represents. It is no exaggeration to say that 'S' hybrids are humanoid tactical nuclear bombs in wars, and in the universe If the stars are shining, he is the supernova that erupted. Whenever the 'S' class appears in the era, it is always the commander-in-chief who carries the dragon-slaying banner, strong with an iron fist, ruthless and powerful.

The most representative 'S' class of this era is Hilbert Jean Angers, but that man is old, there is always a need for someone to carry the banner, and now that person seems to have quietly entered the field of vision , and Lancelot just now learned about this matter, so he couldn't help being a little excited. As long as he is a mixed race, anyone would be excited, just for the opportunity to meet the new leader.

Lancelot thought that this 'S' class should be a character like a senior, who is now rushing to the battlefield of the dragon clan, flying around the world, but the answer of the junior senior obviously surprised him, "' The S' class should be a freshman right now, the same class as yours, he entered early in the first half of the year and took a period of time with the current sophomore as a preparatory course, and he will officially enter the freshman when the second half of the year begins."

"A freshman? Have I seen it?" Lancelot was taken aback.

"Probably not. Do you still remember that people from the Lion Heart Club and the Student Union came to visit you during your freshman gathering?" asked the junior senior.

Lancelot was stunned for a moment before he remembered this. No wonder he always felt that when the recruits from the two major clubs at the freshman party came in, they walked around the venue like they were shopping in a vegetable market without saying anything. After a few laps, I finally started to talk to them with a pity look and said that I was really shopping in the vegetable market, and I didn't buy any new and top-quality dishes, so I turned my head and looked at their group of wilted cucumbers and rotten leaves!
"The 'S' class always has the special features of the 'S' class, otherwise it would be less legendary if you saw it so easily?" The junior senior laughed.

"Have the seniors seen 'S' class?" Lancelot completely lost the airs of the captain, and asked in front of the senior like a freshman.

"I've seen it. We've probably seen it before." The junior senior looked back at the team members behind him and said with a half-smile. I also vaguely touched the position of the buttocks, which seemed to be in pain
Just when Lancelot was about to ask something, another pager on his chest suddenly rustled, and his expression collected in an instant, he stood up straight, turned around and picked up the pager and said, "This is Team 'Tooth'."

"Here is the 'Heinier' team, here is the 'Heinir' team! We have been attacked by the enemy, repeat, we have been attacked by the enemy!"

"Enemy attack?" The expressions of Lancelot and all the team members behind him changed, and they pulled out of the topic just now, stood up straight and held their weapons tightly.The Hainier team is a garrisoned defense team behind them. Only when the student union troops defeat them can they collide head-on with the Hainier team. How did the student union manage to bypass them and directly fight the Hainier team?
"How are you injured?" Lancelot asked quickly. All the team members around him put on masks and picked up their weapons and prepared to return to the defense. After the Hainier team, there is Odin Square. There are almost no people in front of the big library. Fortified, the Hainier team is the last line of defense. Once they are finished, the stronghold of the Lionheart Club will appear to be in jeopardy!
Lancelot asked several times, but there was no response on the radio. Obviously, the person who finally reported the situation was also killed. Everyone in the 'Tooth' team turned serious, and turned around to support the rear, including Lancelot, who turned around and was about to run up and order to return to the defense, but unexpectedly found that the team members behind him suddenly stopped, and everyone stood up. They all sank slightly, clasped their weapons tightly with both hands, and cast their gazes to the end of the path in the phoenix tree forest, as if they were facing an enemy.

This unavoidably surprised Lancelot. The surprise soldier of the Student Union who attacked Heinier's team was so bold. After killing Heinier's team, he didn't want to directly break into the stronghold, but turned around and wiped out their elite army?This is too arrogant, right?
He immediately retreated and leaned against a sycamore tree, raised the assault rifle in his hand, and looked at the end of the sycamore forest ahead through the scope, but he didn't see the shadow of the student union's surprise soldiers. He only saw two figures appearing At the end of this sycamore path, they were not wearing crimson combat uniforms, but dark green Kassel College uniforms, and came stepping on the fallen sycamore leaves all over the ground.

At this time, one of the two met his eyes from a long distance away, stopped in his footsteps, and turned his head to the side, as if he was looking at their elite troops hidden in the sycamore forest. He turned his head and said a few words to his companion, but he couldn't quite hear what he said.

Next, he saw the person who spoke drew out his sword, holding an ancient alchemy sword with a blade as clear as autumn water in his hand.

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