Chapter 109 What kind of champion are you?

"Who can give me an explanation?"

At this moment, the purple-haired commander stood in front of the mounts that served as transport tools. His face, which was originally pale, became even paler. He was obviously angry.

But she didn't get angry. She just suppressed her anger and looked at the senior generals.

A group of senior generals exchanged glances with each other, tacitly stepped back a few steps, and isolated Bo Tu.

Seeing this, the purple-haired commander stared at Bo Tu.

Why are you looking at me again?

Bo Tu was stunned and looked to both sides. There was no one!

"Sell me, you sell me!" Bo Tu's horn on his head was about to explode, his head was buzzing, and he said awkwardly: "Commander..."

"Bo Tu, what's going on?" The purple-haired commander's voice, which was difficult to distinguish between male and female, was obviously about to lose his temper: "The mounts are all here, where are the cavalry of the Bloody Camp?"

"They went back to the city."

Bo Tu confessed honestly. Facing this commander, he did not dare to conceal it.

"Back to the city?"

The purple-haired commander bared his fangs and said angrily, "They just left their mounts and went back to the city? Botu, why don't you tell the truth?"

Botu's skin was originally gray, and his face was as gray as death, gray on gray.

He was so tired, let's destroy him.

"Let me explain."

A voice sounded from the side.

The purple-haired commander turned his head and saw Chu Ran sitting on the back of the magic wolf. His eyes narrowed and he immediately became alert.

She could feel a very terrifying aura from Chu Ran. Although not as good as the queen in her memory, there were some similarities between the two.

That was the pressure naturally emitted by a real superior creature.

Chu Ran also noticed that this three-meter-tall female vampire was very wary of her. Thinking of the lackey behavior of the Terror Lord at the beginning, it was not difficult to infer that the more advanced abyss creatures had a sense of danger and were afraid when they saw her.

But the performance of this commander was obviously much better than that of the Terror Lord.

Bo Tu introduced quietly beside him: "Captain, this is the Fishman Emperor."

"Merceman Emperor?" The purple-haired commander looked at Chu Ran, then looked at Gu Changling who was standing next to the demon wolf, and hesitated a little, then bowed his head and touched his chest to salute: "Respected Fishman Emperor, head of the Queen's Guard, the commander of the Bloody Battalion greets you."

She bowed her head and bowed, and after saluting, her tone slowed down a little, and looked at Gu Changling: "So this strong man is a fishman, no wonder he feels a little strange, there are indeed many types of fishmen."

Gu Changling's face darkened, and he glared at Chu Ran. What else can this little B kid pretend to be? Pretending to be a fishman? It's not embarrassing enough.

The senior generals of the legion present also looked weird.

The commander-in-chief is talking about something else. There are many types of fishmen... How could there not be many?

The fighting power of fishmen is average, and it is difficult for them to evolve into wisdom. However, their meat is delicious and they reproduce very quickly. As a result, their natural enemies are everywhere, forcing the fishmen to split into countless branches, and evolve according to the different local conditions and different abyssal races they face.

Otherwise, if they gather together, they will evolve a way to deal with the hunting of a certain race today, but it will be useless tomorrow, and they may be forced to degenerate. The day after tomorrow, they will encounter another natural enemy race and continue to evolve, but it will not work after they leave the mountain.

Or simply face the hunting pressure of dozens or hundreds of races at the same time, and they will evolve into a mess!

It is also the wisdom of fishmen to split into different branches and play their own games.

But saying this in front of the fish emperor, isn't it picking on someone's scars?

The purple-haired commander certainly didn't mean it. She just thought hard and found an excuse for these two strange fishmen.

Of course, Chu Ran didn't understand these Abyss customs at all, just nodded and said: "We are indeed from a relatively far place, this... what is your name?"

"Murphy Emperor, just call me Big Bear."

The purple-haired commander said lightly: "The Queen's guards only have code names. Although I am in charge of the Blood Violence Camp, I also follow this rule."

"I can't say your name." Chu Ran was embarrassed and shook his head and said: "I'd better call you Xiao Zi."

"Xiao Zi?"

Her face changed slightly.

The expressions of the senior generals around also changed. This Murphy Emperor really didn't want to suffer a loss. He was just stabbed by the commander-in-chief with racial weakness, and he immediately fought back!

Chu Ran was a little confused. What does it mean? Why do they all look like they have been defended?

"Chu Ran, the hair color of the blood clan determines the strength of the bloodline. The highest level is red, followed by wine red, and the worst is black. As for other colors, they are mixed-hair blood clans."

Gu Changling explained.

The Scarlet Queen's true form had descended on Blue Star, and her race had long been studied. Gu Changling certainly knew this little detail.

"I see." Chu Ran said, "My my, I don't understand your customs, I'm sorry. Then I'll change my name, how about Purple Head?"

This time even Gu Changling was speechless.

You're looking for trouble, aren't you?

Don't you really know what the point is?

The purple-haired commander let out a breath and said, "Just Xiao Zi."

"Okay, Xiao Zi, let me tell you about this situation."

Chu Ran wanted to turn over, but when he saw her height, he shook his head and decided to sit behind the magic wolf and said: "Where are your cavalry, they were fighting with the religious group, but they were too good, and when I saw these mounts following They were a little aggrieved, so I asked them to go back and wait for the news first, and give the mounts to my thousands of brothers to continue to use. What we mean is that elite soldiers must be equipped with strong generals, and good steel is used on the blade. These mounts will be left with your group of cavalry. It’s a waste of money in my hands.”

"The Fishman Emperor." The commander shook his head and said, "Our soldiers in the Blood Storm Battalion are all the best among the best."

"Of course, I'm not looking down on them, but compared to the elites of the Blood Storm Camp, they are indeed a bit inferior."

She turned back to look at the Abyss brothers and her tone slowed down: "Many of them have even participated in the blood violence camp selection, and can't even pass the first two levels. To put it bluntly, they are not qualified warriors. If In terms of combat effectiveness, my cavalry is definitely stronger than them."

These words made many Abyss brothers look ashamed and even inferior.

They were indeed inferior to the elites of the Blood Storm Battalion, and the commander did not say anything wrong.

Even Bo Tu lowered his head and stretched out his hand to rub his horn, feeling very embarrassed.

Chu Ran's expression sank when he saw these honest people helping him with his work.

What does it mean? Are you here to lower your morale?

Then wasn’t my saliva wasted in vain?

You've finally managed to mobilize the atmosphere, and you're going to smash it just as you say?

"You make a good point."

Chu Ran sneered, clapped his hands, and nodded as if in approval.

This makes those Abyss brothers even more uncomfortable.

Unexpectedly, even the Fishman Emperor agreed with the commander's words.

The demon wolf even lowered its head and purred, its tail drooping directly to the ground.

"In that case..." The commander smiled and was about to propose taking back the mount when Chu Ran said: "My suggestion is, you said it very well, don't say it next time."

The commander was startled.

Chu Ran pointed around, stared at the commander and said, "Open your eyes and look at the corpses here, take a closer look."

"This was all created by the unqualified warrior you call us!"

Chu Ran raised his hand, spread his fingers, and said loudly: "Five thousand versus one hundred thousand! Big victory!"

"The Queen has to personally come out to commend this kind of achievement. What's wrong with you?"

"In your Gouba bloody camp, hundreds of bastards were almost buried by the cult. If I hadn't rescued them with my brothers, they would be able to drink milk in two years!"

"You compare them with this ten thousand victorious army? Are they better?"

The speed of his words was as fast as a cannonball, which immediately confused the commander-in-chief.

Many senior generals' eyes flashed slightly and they couldn't help but look at Chu Ran with complicated and moved expressions.

Sure enough, the Fishman Emperor still understands them!

"What kind of stupid commander-in-chief, you are all defeated, and you are divided into three, six, and nine?" After slandering the commander-in-chief, Chu Ran waved his hands and said: "Brothers, keep working! This is just a religious sect. Today I will take you to defeat the three major religious groups, and let the Queen personally stand at the gate of the city to take you back!"

Brother Wuqian Abyss did not say a word.

After a moment of silence, he continued to move weapons and supplies.

But the atmosphere was like a volcano about to erupt.

When the commander saw the reaction of these soldiers, chills ran down his spine, and he was shocked by the momentum.

Chu Ran glanced at her sideways and said calmly: "My brothers fought two victorious battles and killed countless fanatical believers. They also killed the 100,000-strong army of the False God Religion."

"Elite?"

"Those who can win are called elites! Who are you, the champion of Blood Storm Camp?"