Chapter 1859: The past of the local captain

"Local captain?"
When I heard the big man self-reported, Chen Bo’s mouth couldn’t help but twitched a few times and quickly bowed his head.
He really listened to his grandfather mentioning this name, and he was deeply impressed by the predecessor who was slightly unruly in his style.
It is said that when the theater was not established, the local team captain made a lot of jokes and was famous throughout the holy city.
Although the style of acting is grotesque, the local captain is a fierce man on the battlefield, leading his beast army to be invincible, killing the enemy.
Among the buildings in the Shenglong Theater, there are a considerable number of Combat Legion. The founder and the first head of the army are the lords.
For such an old predecessor, Chen Bo’s heart is full of respect.
Looking at the beast with a chicken wings and a lazy expression, there is no doubt in Chen Bo’s heart.
"I should have thought of seeing this wonderful beast..."
The beast of the local team captain is more famous than himself. It is said that this beast is convinced by him, and the origin of the chicken wings is also very magical.
It is said that the strength of this beast has broken through the king level. In a plane invasion, it once killed a king of an indigenous monk.
Just watching it lazily on the ground, without any threatening appearance, Chen Bo really can't connect it with the king-level beast.
After knowing the identity of the local captain, Chen Bo actually wanted to ask if he had a stomach, but he was afraid that it would be rude, so he hesitated to speak.
Just when he was extremely entangled, the communicator sent a connection tone indicating that his grandfather had been connected.
"Xiaobo, what do you have to find grandpa?"
A middle-aged man's face appeared on the communicator, his horns were slightly white, and he wore a white monk soft armor.
Looking into Chen Bo's eyes, with a touch of love, there is a sternness that is hard to detect.
The white monk soft armor is a special clothing for the non-combat monks in the holy dragon theater. The protection is far less than the black combat armor.
The type of armor is only used to distinguish the status of the position, and the attached attachments vary from person to person, but they do not represent the power of their hands.
Chen Bo’s grandfather is a real seven-star monk who used to take up several planes in the city, and the sword in his hand used to drink blood.
Although it is a non-combat occupation, the irony atmosphere of the monk is still very obvious.
"Grandpa, I met your former companion in St. Dragon City. He said that he wants to talk to you."
After hearing Chen Bo’s words, his grandfather Chen Songxian stunned and then eagerly asked:
Who did you meet? Where is he? Let Grandpa see!

Seeing the calm grandfather revealing such expression, Chen Bo did not dare to delay, and quickly approached the local captain.
"Little nerd, do you still know me?"
The local team captain smiled and waved at Chen Song, his eyes also picked up slightly.
"Head of the army, are you the head of the army?"
At the moment I saw the captain of the local tyrant, Chen Song’s face was full of surprises. While smiling and talking, there was a sparkling glimmer of light in his eyes.
"I don't know who I am. I haven't seen you for decades. Your boy's appearance is quite big!"
The local team captain poured a sip of wine and said with a smile.
"You also know that my army's cultivation talent is too bad. If you have not gone to a cracked territory, it is estimated that there is no chance to promote the lord monk in this life.
It is for this reason that the appearance looks a lot old, but it is also better and more stable.

Chen Song laughed and explained a sentence, while seriously watching the local team captain, with a hint of nostalgic tone: "It is the head of the army, you have nothing to change, still as it used to be, it looks extraordinary."
The local team captain laughed and pointed at Chen Song and said: "What impressed me the most in the past was that you guys from the original world, one by one slippery.
On weekdays, I will be the most sloppy, and I want to learn from my hands. I will not give up until I reach my goal.
You said that you don't have to go to the battlefield one by one, why bother to learn the things that are killed in the battlefield, and what is wrong with honestly manipulating those metals?

At the other end, Chen Songwen said that he was slightly embarrassed and scratched his head. It seemed a little embarrassing.
At this time, his appearance is not like a core monk in a city, but more like a hairy boy.
"Take those armed robots, where to control the beasts, and personally enjoy the game."
From an early age, I hope that I can fly to the sky and see the opportunity to realize my dreams. How can I easily miss it?

Chen Song's explanation of the guilty conscience, hesitated after a few interest, asked the local team captain: "Head of the army, I heard that you have been injured in a barbarian plane, is the body recovered now?"
When he heard Chen Song’s words, the local team captain sighed and nodded slightly to him.
"It is difficult for you to leave the holy dragon city, but also care about our brothers, it is also a sentimental."
Don't worry, I'm fine, take a rest for twenty or thirty years, and still be able to kill the enemy.

When I heard the words of the local captain, both Chen Bo and Chen Song were silent at the same time.
It takes twenty or thirty years to cultivate, which is enough to prove that the local captain is extremely injured. It is already quite lucky to be able to live in front of them.
Chen Song was silent for a moment, and asked in a slightly hoarse tone: "The brother who was with you at the beginning, is it still okay?"
The captain of the local tyrant looked a little stunned, sipping a sip of wine and a bitter smile on his lips.
"In the beginning, we were counted by the indigenous monks, trapped in a monster's lair, and countless monsters surrounded the brothers.
After killing one day and one night, the monsters were completely killed, but many of the brothers who participated in the war had already died.
I held a sigh of relief and killed the heads of those monsters. I thought I would sleep with the brothers. I didn't expect to be saved.
Because of the heavy losses, this incident even alarmed the urban master. He stopped practicing and went to the battlefield to collect the remnants of the dead brothers.
Even so, there are still more than one hundred brothers whose souls are broken and they can’t be saved.

When the local captain said that the tone became much lower, he poured a big swig of wine on his head.
Looking at the brothers who have been together for decades, one by one and died in front of themselves, the pain in his heart may only be known to himself.
Chen Song sighed and comforted him and said: "You don't have to be too self-blaming to the head of the army. From the day you become a master of the city, you are destined to have a battlefield one day.
There is no regret in this life until the last moment, and I believe that those brothers will never regret their original choice under Jiuquan.

After hearing Chen Song’s words, the local captain smiled and took a drink and took another sip.
"Bad boy, hurry up and put away your set, listen to the meat.
I have also fought over a dozen planes, and the bodies of the enemy who died in my hands can pile up a mountain, and there is nothing to open.
Today, I happened to meet your grandson. I took him to the inner city for a lap, and let him take a good look. What is the starting point of our holy dragon theater?
Although the monks do not speak old, the potential of this younger generation cannot be ignored. They have better cultivation conditions and more knowledge of learning.
Even the urban masters have said that the Shenglong Theater wants to grow and develop, and these young people are the real main force.
So what we are going to do now is to practice quietly and quietly, and have nothing to do.
Wait until the young people really can't live, let's go back and get them back.

Hearing the slightly rogue words of the local captain, Chen Song smiled and nodded, and gave Chen Bo an encouraging look.
"Because you have the opportunity to compete in the finals, you must do your best, and don't let Grandpa disappoint."
Chen Bo nodded and promised, while quietly clenching his fists, secretly made up his mind in his heart.
In the process of the rise of the Holy Dragon Theater, the old monks wrote countless legends, and every time they heard it, they felt excited.
Nowadays, the new generation of monks have grown up, and the next generation of legendary stories may not have their own names.