Return from the second dimension

"Local tyrant captain?"

Chen Bo couldn't help but twitching a few times when he heard the big man report his home. He quickly lowered his head to cover up.

He really heard his grandfather mention this name, and he was deeply impressed by this rugged and slightly unreliable senior.

It is said that when the war zone was not established, the local tyrant captain made a lot of jokes, and he was famous in the entire Sacred Dragon City.

Although acting in a grotesque style, this local tyrant captain is a fierce man on the battlefield, leading his army of beasts invincible, killing the enemy with fear.

There are a considerable number of war beasts in the various buildings of the Shenglong Theater. Its founder and first legion commander is the Lord in front of him.

For such an old man, Chen Bo's heart is full of respect.

Looking at the beast with chicken wings and a lazy expression next to him, Chen Bo had no doubt in his heart.

"I should have thought of this strange beast..."

This beast of the local tyrant captain is more famous than himself. It is said that this beast was defeated by him, and the origin of the pair of chicken wings is also amazing.

It is said that the strength of this beast has broken through the king level. In a plane invasion, it once single-handedly destroyed the royal capital of an indigenous monk.

Just watching it lay on the ground lazily, without the slightest threatening appearance, Chen Bo really couldn't connect it with the king-level beast.

After knowing the identity of the local tyrant captain, Chen Bo actually had something to ask, but he was afraid of appearing rude, so he hesitated to speak.

Just when he was extremely tangled, the communicator issued a connection prompt, indicating that his grandpa had been connected.

"Bo, what do you want to see grandpa?"

The face of a middle-aged man appeared on the communicator, his temples were slightly whitish, and he was wearing a set of soft white monk armor.

There was a touch of kindness in the eyes of Chen Bo, and a trace of unnoticeable sternness.

The white soft armor of the monk is a special clothing for the non-combat monks in the Sacred Dragon theater, and its protection is far less than the black battle armor.

The type of battle armor is only used to distinguish job identities, and the attachments that are mounted vary from person to person, but it does not mean that they have no power to bind the chicken.

Chen Bo's grandfather is a real seven-star monk who has followed Loucheng to capture several planes, and the sword in his hand has also been full of blood.

Although it was a non-combat profession, the iron and blood aura on the monk was still very obvious.

"Grandpa, I met your former companion in Sacred Dragon City. He said he wanted to chat with you."

After hearing what Chen Bo said, his grandfather Chen Song was stunned for a moment, and then asked eagerly: "Who did you see? Where is he? Let grandpa take a look!"

Seeing this expression from his always calm grandfather, Chen Bo didn't dare to delay, and quickly approached the captain of the local tyrant.

"Little nerd, do you know me?"

The local tyrant captain smiled, beckoned to Chen Song, his eyes slightly narrowed.

"Legion commander, is it you?"

At the moment when he saw the captain of the local tyrant, Chen Song's face was full of surprises, while smiling and talking, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

"It's not me or who else can it be. I haven't seen you in decades. Your boy's appearance has changed a lot!"

The local captain took a sip of wine and said with a smile.

"Legion commander, you also know that my talent for cultivation is too bad. If it hadn't been for a trip to the Rift Territory, I guess I would never have the chance to be promoted to a monk.

It is for this reason that makes his appearance look a lot older, but this is good, it looks more stable."

Chen Song explained with a big smile, and at the same time looked at the local tyrant captain earnestly, and said in a nostalgic tone: "It's the captain of the army that you haven't changed much. You still look the same as you were before. You look mighty.

The captain of the local tyrant laughed, pointing at Chen Song and cursing with a smile: "The thing that impressed me the most back then was you guys from the original world, all of them slippery.

On weekdays, I'm the most sloppy flattery. I want to learn something from me if I change my way, and I will never stop until I reach my goal.

You said that you don’t need to go to the battlefield one by one, so why bother to learn the things that were killed on the battlefield, and what's wrong with manipulating those metal bumps honestly?"

On the other end, Chen Song scratched his head in embarrassment, as if he was a little embarrassed.

At this time, his appearance was not like a core monk in Loucheng, but more like a hairy boy.

"Controlling those armed robots, wherever there is to control the beasts, you can enjoy yourself in battle.

Ever since I was a child, I have hoped that I could fly to the sky and escape, seeing the opportunity to realize my dream, how could I easily miss it."

Chen Song explained with a guilty conscience, and after hesitating for a few breaths, he asked the local tyrant captain: "Leader, I heard that your barbarian plane suffered some injuries. Is your body recovering now?"

Hearing Chen Song's words, the local tyrant captain sighed and nodded gently to him.

"It's hard for you to still care about our brothers after you leave the Holy Dragon City. It's kind and righteous.

Don't worry, I'll be fine. I'll be recuperating for 20 to 30 years, and then I will still be able to kill the enemy."

Upon hearing the words of the local tyrant captain, both Chen Bo and Chen Song fell into silence at the same time.

It takes 20 to 30 years to cultivate, which is enough to prove that the local tyrant captain was extremely injured. Now it is quite lucky to be able to appear in front of them alive.

Chen Song was silent for a moment, and asked in a slightly hoarse tone: "Then the brother who went on the expedition with you, how are you now?"

The local tyrant captain looked a little sad, raised his head and took a sip of wine, with a bitter smile on his mouth.

"At the beginning, we were calculated by those indigenous monks and trapped in a monster lair, and countless monsters surrounded the brothers.

It took a full day and night to kill those monsters completely, but many of the brothers who participated in the battle have already been killed.

I took a sigh of relief and beheaded the leaders of those monsters. I thought I would sleep with the brothers, but I was rescued in the end.

Because of the heavy losses, this incident even alarmed Lord City Lord. He stopped practicing midway and went to the battlefield to collect the remnants of the brothers who died.

But even so, there are still more than a hundred brothers whose souls are broken and cannot be saved again."

When the local tyrant captain said this, his tone became much lower, and he raised his head and took a sip of wine.

Seeing the brothers who have been together for decades, one by one died in front of him, perhaps only he knew the pain in his heart.

Chen Song sighed and comforted him: "You don't have to blame yourself too much, commander of the legion. Since the day you became a monk in the Loucheng City, we are destined to one day stain the battlefield with blood.

Able to fight vigorously to the last moment, there will be no regrets in this life. I believe those brothers under Jiuquan will never regret their original choice."

After hearing Chen Song's words, the captain of the local tyrant smiled and took another sip from the hip flask.

"Smelly boy, put away your set quickly, listening to the numbness.

I have fought a dozen planes anyway, and the dead bodies of enemies in my hands can be piled up into a mountain, and there is nothing I can't see.

I happened to meet your grandson today, so I will take him to the inner city and let him take a good look. What is the place where we started in the Shenglong War Zone?

Although the monks don't say they are old, the potential of this young generation cannot be underestimated. They have better cultivation conditions and learn more knowledge than ours.

Even the lord of the city has said that these young people are the real main force if the Sacred Dragon War Zone wants to grow.

So what we old guys have to do now is to cultivate quietly and worry about nothing.

When this group of young people really can't help it, let's go ahead and find the venue for them."

Hearing the slightly rascal words of the local captain, Chen Song smiled and nodded, and at the same time gave Chen Bo, who was standing next to him, an encouraging look.

"Since you have the opportunity to compete in the finals, you must do your best and don't let Grandpa down."

Chen Bo nodded and agreed, while quietly clenching his fists, secretly made up his mind.

In the process of the rise of the Sacred Dragon War Zone, the elder monks wrote countless legends, and every time they heard it, they felt passionate.

Now that the new generation of monks have grown up, their name may not appear in the legendary stories heard by the next generation.