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After hearing this, Jackson immediately left the dozens of soldiers who had been secretly learning to their own devices, and vented out his resentment, "I didn't expect this kid to be even more powerful than his father, to actually dissolve my move so quietly!" Conte smiled and said, "Marshal, there's no need to worry. Although Vittorian has no flaws, he has many subordinates. As long as we capture one, we can achieve our goal." Jackson rolled his eyes and laughed.

When Werther woke up this morning, he heard loud noises outside the camp. He frowned and went out to take a look, it was actually Barry who was being tied up and kneeling on the ground, unconscious from the smell of alcohol. Werther secretly thought that things were not going well. He hastily slapped Barry's body, and after a few seconds, a stream of true qi dissolved the smell of alcohol. Barry woke up in a daze and found himself tied up. There were many people laughing at him. He was furious and wanted to break the rope. A fellow in the uniform of an army enforcer sneered, "As a deputy general, you dare to blatantly go against the order to abstain from alcohol and drink late at night. If you dare to break the ropes, it would be a flagrant violation of the law, and your crime would be even greater!"

Barry's face changed as he slowly recovered his strength. He didn't dare to struggle but looked at Werther. Werther's face was gloomy. He asked, "What's going on?" The enforcer said in a triumphant tone, "Commander Werther, it's like this. Your good subordinate sneaked out of the camp last night and came back drunk. He was found by our enforcement team this morning, so he immediately tied up and was about to be sent to the marshal to be punished! "It can't be that Lord Werther wants to shield us, right?" He glanced at the furious soldiers around him and laughed coldly, "What are you doing? Rebellion? "He's just openly drinking, and I'm just following the rules!"

Werther asked Barry, "What's going on?" His tone was terrifyingly gloomy. Barry bowed his head: "I haven't had a drink in a long time. Last night I went out to drink a few cups out of greed. Who knows, the more I drank the more I wanted to drink. In the end..." "That's it." Werther was both angry and resentful that Barry dared to disobey his orders and come out in the middle of the night. With this, it wouldn't be too much to kill him, but at the same time, he was sneering to himself. There was still a faint magical fluctuation remaining on Barry's body. Perhaps no one else would be able to detect it, but in Werther's eyes, it was as eye-catching as a lamp in the darkness. This should be some kind of mind magic similar to mind charm.

He turned around and called for Carter. "You take dozens of people with you to follow Barry to the base. I'll be there shortly." Carter nodded in understanding. He wanted him to protect Barry, but since it was a conspiracy, who knew if they would make a move against Barry. Werther then said to the enforcer, "Since it was my soldiers who made a mistake, it is only natural that I, as an officer, should bear the responsibility. Bring him over first, I'll be right there. I'll explain everything to the marshal face to face. "However, if you dare to do something unscrupulous, don't blame me for being impolite!" A majestic aura immediately disappeared from his body. The enforcer was a rookie who had just cultivated battle qi. How could he withstand the intimidation of an expert of this level? He almost peed his pants, and his words were tinged with a sobbing tone, "Yes yes, I definitely wouldn't dare! I definitely won't dare! " He led his men and escorted Barry away with great trepidation. The reason for the delay was that they wanted to suppress the soldiers under their command to prevent a mutiny. The man with the cold face shouted, "Stop watching. Barry has broken the military rules. I can't protect him either. He will be punished for what he did." One of the soldiers shouted: "Captain, are we just going to watch as Barry gets punished? They are obviously after our entire Eighth Flag Company! "It is not fair to let Barry stand guard alone!" As soon as he shouted, many of the soldiers started to shout as well.

Werther gathered his energy and shouted loudly, "What are you arguing about! Shut up! I am the Guild Leader, listen to me! Let me ask you, how did it go when you were training your reindeer? " The first one to speak was Tor, the quartermaster of the flag regiment. His rank was second only to Barry and Carter. "We should hurry up and save Barry!" Werther said coldly, "Barry is your brother, so is he not my brother? Didn't I know that he had been framed? He had to save him, but the key was to pay attention to the method! I only have one question for you, can reindeer adapt in place of warhorses? " The last sentence was practically a roar!

The soldier was stunned for a moment before he shouted in a unified tone, "No problem!" Werther shouted again, "I want you to follow me and kill your way back and forth in the midst of a great army! Can you do it!?" "The soldiers, their faces blood-red, shouted in a thunderous voice," Yes! " Good! Tor! Immediately assemble the entire team! Ride on the reindeer for me, and show me your might as if you are truly going to the battlefield! Come with me! "Go save Barry!" Thor's face was also red, and he shouted hoarsely, "As you bid! The entire regiment, gather! " A loud and clear bugle rang, and all the soldiers were dressed up and tidied up in an instant. Each of them was in high spirits as they formed a phalanx.

Werther suddenly frowned. "What's going on, why are there only three thousand reindeer?" Tor spat, "The bastards in the Military Administration have a tight supply of reindeer, so we can only assign them to the three thousand of us. This is the result of me rushing over ten times, and I even said that the remaining two thousand will be distributed one after another." Werther snorted. "So what if there's three thousand? Listen to my order!" Three thousand men on reindeer, the other two thousand on a hasty march, follow me to the main camp! If anyone falls behind, get the hell out of the eighth banner! "

Boom!" BOOM! BOOM! The three thousand reindeer cavalry unit and the two thousand infantry unit moved at an astonishing pace. With their utmost speed, they charged towards the Northern Frontier Legion's camp under the lead of a young general dressed in golden armour and carrying a long saber at his waist! No one dared to obstruct his path! This army that was brimming with killing intent charged straight to the heart of the main camp, stopping on the flat ground in front of the handsome tent that Jackson was in. At the sound of Werther's horsewhip, five thousand men gathered in unison, reining in their reins, landing on the ground, jumping off their deer, and lining up! He was extremely familiar with a series of continuous movements, especially the movement of five thousand people at the same frequency. It instantly gave rise to an extremely astounding sense of beauty! And the whole set of movements only took three breaths of time!

Shock! Silence! All the officers and soldiers of the northern border camp were shocked by the iron army's valiant bearing and the well-developed training building! No one made a sound! The entire scene, the incomparably wide flat ground was filled with the occasional sounds of reindeer breathing! A pin drop could be heard! What realm was this? What kind of army was this? And what kind of high-ranking officer would be needed to create it! Those who had previously mocked the Eighth Flag lowered their heads in shame. The Eighth Flag did not speak with their fists nor did they differentiate between themselves. However, by acting in the most direct manner, they proved themselves to be worthy of the Iron Army's title! It was worthy of the praise of the best masters of the Klein Empire! Based on this alone, they were worthy of being called the military's number one!

Werther didn't care about any of the reactions in the tent. He jumped up and activated the Qing Gong of Hua Xia to its limit. Like a swallow dipping into water, he rushed to the main tent with ease! Suddenly! A shadow flashed inside the tent, and Baruch appeared with a strange smile. "Captain Werther, the Marshal is dealing with soldiers who violate the military rules. Please do not disturb him!" Werther only had one word for his words, "Scram!" Baruch's expression changed as he sneered, "Since you don't listen to my advice, don't blame me for being ruthless!" He shouted, "Rock puppet! "Come out!" Two huge rock puppets were quickly formed from the earth element, their enormous bodies blocking in front of Werther.

Werther did not say anything further. He took out his coiling dragon rod and inundated it with endless primal energy. Hualala! Crash! * Countless spatial formations quickly began to operate inside the coiling dragon rod, and the entire rod turned into a huge object ten meters thick. However, it was still as nimble as an embroidery needle when used by Werther. A colossal pillar that pierced through the skies, without the slightest bit of fancy, streaked across in a beautiful trajectory, striking straight towards the two stone golems. The rock puppet didn't even have time to move, before it was struck back to its original form by the force of 100,000 jins. It turned into earth essence and drilled back into the ground!

Bam!" The coiling dragon continued to attack and charged directly at Baruch! Baruch's face turned pale. He knew that Werther was fierce, but he didn't expect him to be so fierce. The puppet summoned by a rank 7 spell was actually unable to withstand even a single blow! What kind of terrifying power was this! Fortunately, he was also a Saint level expert. At the critical moment, he dodged the coiling dragon rod with great risk. Werther sneered, "It's actually a dual cultivation in magic and martial arts? It's a pity that opposing me is the biggest mistake of your life!

Inhaling heavily, he raised his hand into the air. Immediately, a golden palm was formed. With incomparable momentum, it flew towards Breuer! Werther's control over Extreme Miracle Hand Seal had already reached the proficient stage. Although the middle hand seal and the big hand seal required time to activate, the small hand seal was done with ease. A small hand seal blocked Baruch's path, and Werther took the opportunity to drill into the tent.

Viscount Jackson was sitting in the middle of the tent, with Conte at his side. Behind him were all the other elite warriors, each of whom was in the Silver rank. Carter was also there, but he was under control, and was unable to move. Three mages used magic on him. Looking at the ground, Werther immediately clenched his teeth. Barry had been stripped of his upper body and both of them were using their mother's military staff to hit Barry. Barry would tremble every time they hit him, but no sound came out of his mouth. At first glance, Werther could tell that Barry had been sealed with battle-qi, and was now relying solely on his physical body to withstand the punishment. The one who started the torture was also a Silver rank Warrior. With a flash of Dou Qi, he did not hold back at all. If he allowed them to continue the torture, he would be killed after a few more hits.

Werther sneered. With two palm strikes aimed at the two executioners, knocking them over two times in the blink of an eye. Jackson's expression changed, and he said coldly, "Captain Werther, what are you doing? Don't tell me you want to obstruct the military law?" Werther helped Barry up. At this moment, the man was no longer in his human form. He was panting heavily, almost as if he was going to meet the god of the underworld. Werther quickly urged his Yi Mu Zhen Qi to help him heal his injuries. He smiled and said, "Marshal has misunderstood, how could I possibly dare to obstruct you from exercising martial law? Besides, my subordinate has violated the military rules, and I, as the captain, am also responsible. How about this, ask the marshal to bring the remaining military staff over to me, how about that? "