The spirit of war in DNF is immortal.A

Chapter 17 The Name of the Black Blade
You must know that the money for the seven thousand miles of mercenaries in Lu Zhan is only 1 gold coin, and the purchasing power converted to RMB in the previous life is about 10 yuan.And 200 gold coins, that is RMB 2000 million!For land warfare, 200 gold coins is nothing.But for these ordinary junior fighters, 200 gold coins is an incomparably huge sum of money!To be able to send it without hesitation for the belief of the warrior in his heart, even in the continent of Arad, few people can do it, this is a real warrior.

"Captain Bacchus, I am not short of gold coins, but I am short of a friend. Can you grant me this wish?" Throwing the package containing 200 gold coins back to Bacchus, Lu Zhan smiled and stretched out his hand. one hand.

Bacchus froze for a moment, his blood-stained face was stunned for a long time, for a long time, his eyes filled with gratitude, Bacchus stretched out his powerful hand, and firmly grasped Lu Zhan's outstretched palm.

"God of War, I swear by the glory of a warrior. From now on, Mr. Leonard will be my friend of Bacchus. Whether he is a king or a slave, when he needs me, I will be obliged!" Bacchus held the landing with his right hand. With Zhan's right hand and left hand across his chest, he said solemnly.

"Kazan, I swear by the glory of Ghost Swordsman. From now on, Commander Bacchus will be my Leonard's friend. Whether he is a king or a slave, when he needs me, I will be obliged!" Lu Zhan Also put his left fist horizontally on his chest, and said solemnly.

Twenty years later, when someone asked the two-handed sword saint Bacchus, who is already the leader of the SSS super-large warrior Glory Mercenary Group and the title of King of Mercenaries, about the situation of the Hellblood Demon God-Black Blade, Bacchus just slightly He smiled and said nothing, his eyes full of nostalgia.

After the two became friends, Lu Zhan put on the same black robe and put on new sleeves.Joined the ranks of rescue seriously injured mercenaries.At first, many seriously injured mercenaries were a little flattered, but seeing Lu Zhan's determined eyes, they could only let him bandage and stop the bleeding.It's just that the gratitude in his eyes is getting stronger.

Lu Zhan didn't feel that what he did was "losing the style of a master". No matter how powerful a person is, he is still a herd animal, and it is impossible to live in the void.Lu Zhan really likes to get along with these real warriors, even if their strength is insignificant to him, but if making friends only depends on strength or not, how is it different from people who only care about power and money in the previous life? Woolen cloth?

Soon, the night gradually fell, and there were too many injuries in the caravan, and it was impossible to travel at night.Although it was very dangerous to camp in the wild, the remaining mercenaries and merchants seemed to be filled with courage when they turned around and saw the figure in black robes by the campfire, and they were not afraid of any danger at all.

Such a powerful fighter is an idol to them.One person, one sword, slaughtered more than [-] people, it was like the god of war descending into the world.It is estimated that even if there is another Black Lancer squad, it is estimated that he will kill all of them.

Soon dozens of bonfires were lit up, and all the fighters gathered around to warm up.

In one of the bonfires, sitting on the ground, the mercenary leader Bacchus and the best of several caravan merchants.Several mercenaries came over and opened a few bottles of spirits, and roasted the plump Robbit on the bonfire. The fragrant smell spread out, arousing people's appetite.

[Robit: Rare pure herbivorous small animals in the Arad continent, most of them are white, with cute big ears, and they use jumping as their walking method.The attack power is relatively low, and it will bite only in very urgent cases.At the bottom of the food chain.Therefore, there have been fables of the gods handed down since ancient times: Robbie bit people when he was in a hurry.This is a warning to powerful fighters not to bully ordinary people at will. 】

"Come on, Leonard, have a toast! For the soldiers who returned to the arms of the God of War today!" Bacchus's face was already wrapped in strips of white bandages, almost covering his entire head.It made Lu Zhan think of some famous ancient Egyptian in his previous life. Now he cheerfully raised a bottle of spirits and shook a glass with Lu Zhan in the air.

He didn't fear Lu Zhan more or less like others at all, but he really regarded Lu Zhan as a friend. This casual feeling made Lu Zhan feel very happy. The depression has dissipated a lot.

"Although the experience is high, it is too human-like." He would never admit that what he killed was a pure human being. Lu Zhan was not prepared at all, so he could only hypnotize himself.

"Come on, do it! For the soldiers who returned to the arms of the God of War today!" Lu Zhan raised his head and took a sip of the strong wine. The hot and spicy taste stimulated his throat, making him feel really happy.

The entire caravan was in full swing, and the mercenaries drank spirits and ate robit meat one mouthful at a time.It seems that today is a holiday, not a memorial day for comrades-in-arms.

This is the custom of humans in the Arad continent. For thousands of years, humans have been fighting against alien races.The compatriots who died were innumerable.If we had to grieve for every death, perhaps the human race would have perished long ago.From nowhere, the humans in the Arad continent began to celebrate instead of offering sacrifices, because they believed that their compatriots would come to this world again as babies under the protection of the God of War.And what they can do is not to cry bitterly, but to congratulate their friends on their new life and kill more aliens to pay homage to their deceased friends.This is the reason why the more dead and wounded the human beings become, the stronger they become.

An important reason why alcohol can spread in the human world is that it can shorten the relationship and distance between people.

Lu Zhan has already realized this truth now, because he has already received no less than forty or fifty glasses of toasts.Even with his strong physique as a ghost swordsman, he has already started to feel dizzy.Fortunately, if I can't stand it, I still have the magic skill of urination escape.Lu Zhan used this excuse to patrol the surrounding dense forest for a while, and he avoided the risk.

And when he just came back and walked to the campfire, he heard a lot of discussions, making people's heads buzz.

"Mr. Leonard's left hand...is definitely not a human hand."

"What is that skill that exudes bursts of black air? It turned the captain of the Black Lancers into ashes!"

"Mr. Leonard is a friend of Captain Bacchus, and he is also a powerful fighter. We can't just call him by his name. I suggest that Mr. Leonard be given a battle name."

Lu Zhan quietly walked to the shadow of a tent to look at the bonfire, and found that all the people in the caravan had gathered together, talking about themselves around a big bonfire!When I heard that someone said to give me a "battle name", I was shocked, and my heart was instantly warmed.

[Battle name: In the era of the dark jihad, various warriors of ancient humans were led by the priests of light to fight against the ghost god Ozma of chaos and his three dark knights.At that time, the demon spellcasters in the demon world could curse their enemies to death by their names. In the early days, many powerful human warriors died under the spell of the spellcasters.Later, people learned about this situation.Many powerful fighters were given another name.For example, the one-handed sword Saint Sallo known for his skill 'Sigh of Sorrow'.It was called the 'sorrowful sword master'.Arrow Saint Konrad, who is famous for his skill 'Wind Chanting of the Wind God', is known by people as 'Sage of Arrow Chanting Wind'.At that time, only the most powerful fighters had the honor of being named in battle.To this day, although the name of battle is no longer the exclusive name of the strongest warrior, but the owner of the "war name" that can be recognized by everyone is the peak warrior of the famous side. 】

"Okay, Mr. Leonard's left hand is different from ordinary people, it looks like a devil's left hand, how about calling it a ghost hand?"

"Bill, since Mr. Leonard wrapped his left hand with a sleeve, it means that his left hand is inconvenient to be seen. This battle cry may reveal Mr. Leonard's secret, I don't think so. good."

"Well, what Lucha said is very reasonable. Then what do you think about killing a hundred people? Mr. Leonard killed four hundred enemies today, and he deserves the name of this battle!"

"...Sass, if one day Mr. Leonard kills a thousand people in one day, why don't you ask Mr. Leonard to change the name of the battle to be killed by a thousand people?"

"..."

"Or, call, call, Black Blade." A businessman whose eyes were still full of fear took a sip of strong wine, as if recalling the black blade roaring like ghosts and gods at that time, trembling and trembling, said.

When everyone heard the words, they all became quiet, as if they were all thinking about the name.

"I feel good."

"Agree."

"It fits Mr. Leonard very well."

A mercenary deserves to be a profession that licks blood with a knife head. Although I thought of the white-haired swordsman with red eyes and a black blade in his hand, he trembled, but he was obviously much better than a businessman. After thinking for a while, they all agreed. road.

"Black Blade? It's a good name..." Lu Zhan watched from the side, with warmth in his eyes. Although this battle name can only be spread in the Warrior Glory Mercenary Corps, after all, it is also someone else's powerful war against him. What is there to be dissatisfied with?When one day I am strong enough, I must let the name of Black Blade resound throughout the continent of Arad.

(End of this chapter)