Monarch of Evernight: The definition of twenty-one talents

bsp;The conference room is a typical boot camp style, everything is simple. Even the walls are made of exposed bluestone, and the metal brackets are clearly visible.

The only decoration is a hand-drawn map of the empire's territory that takes up the entire wall. It was a painting style from at least a thousand years ago, when the Void Valley Star was still located on the topmost planetary belt in the world. More than 700 years ago, it derailed and fell, bringing the creatures of the two upper continents into hell. The fragments that shattered and floated in the void became the most abundant source of rare ores for the human race.

The doors and windows of the conference room were open, but they were of little use. The room was full of smoke and smoke. Most of the dozen or so soldiers sitting around the long conference table were fuming and arguing from time to time. Most of them are young, but their military ranks are very high, with the lowest being a lieutenant colonel or even a colonel.

There was even a brigadier general sitting at the head of the long table! And this young brigadier general with a handsome and feminine face looks less than thirty years old.

On the conference table, there are hundreds of candidate files spread out, with different marks on the covers, and they are being passed around by these officers. Sometimes two people will argue over a file.

These officers are representatives of major special forces and are responsible for this recruitment. These candidate profiles are specially selected according to established standards. Candidates whose files do not appear here have actually lost their qualifications to enter the special forces.

The seemingly chaotic conference room actually has a faint order. All files are read by people sitting at both ends of the long table before they are passed to other people in turn.

Sitting on one end was the young brigadier general, and on the other was a burly soldier with an angular face, who looked about thirty-five or sixty.

At this moment, there are files placed at both ends of the long table, each of which has been stamped with a special stamp. One is a headless angel with broken wings, and the other is a lifelike red scorpion.

The young brigadier general held another document in his hand, which was Qianye's file. After only looking at it for a while, he threw it on the table and said disdainfully: "You are almost seventeen, and you still have to work hard to withstand twenty force tides. We broken-wing angels don't have such barely qualified goods. Interested! ”

As soon as they heard this, the other officers' eyes suddenly lit up, and more than ten eyes were fixed on Qianye's file. That's twenty force tides! Anyone whom the Broken Wing Angels disdain can be used as a trump card by them.

As soon as this file landed on the table, several big hands reached out eagerly. There is about to be another fight for Qianye's ownership.

However, at this moment, an inconspicuous but extremely deep force suddenly enveloped Qianye's files. The middle-aged soldier sitting at the other end of the long table stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and Qianye's file slid on the long table and came to him.

With a snap, the middle-aged soldier’s big hand pressed on Qianye’s file: “We Red Scorpion want this person!”

There was a sigh in the conference room.

The young brigadier general sneered and said: "I didn't expect that the famous Red Scorpion would even want this kind of rubbish! No wonder the Red Scorpion could only be ranked third in three consecutive military competitions. ."

The middle-aged soldier was not angry, but said calmly: "We at Red Scorpion want soldiers who can kill enemies for the empire, not masters with empty data."

The brigadier general immediately stood up and said angrily: "What do you mean!"

The middle-aged soldier said leisurely: "What I mean, the imperial military merit list has made it very clear."

In the empire's military merit list, the Red Scorpion Legion firmly suppressed the Broken Wing Angels, ranking second in three consecutive competitions. Of course, after the shining military achievements, there are piles of bones of the Red Scorpion warriors.

The brigadier general was extremely angry, his face turned pale, and then he snorted heavily, grabbed the marked file on the table, raised it vigorously, and said word by word: "Did you see it, Wei Qiyang! Born in a noble family, With a long heritage and profound secret combat skills, this is the real strong man in the future! No one is better than the garbage in your hand!"

The middle-aged soldier chuckled and said, "Why did I hear that he seemed to be defeated by garbage in the fighting arena?"

The brigadier general snorted disdainfully and said: "That's just Wei Qiyang who has no combat experience. And all the potential of your trash has been discovered in the Huangquan training camp, what room for improvement can there be in the future? Hum, a trash from They're just little **** picked up from the pile. Even if you want to hug Lin Xitang's lap, you don't need to spend this much money!"

The middle-aged soldier looked solemn and said coldly: "You'd better respect Shuai Lin!"

"We are not afraid of him!" The brigadier general was rude, and then he knocked on the conference table and said, "How about we let them have a fight in a year? Let's see if that little trash can beat us. The one chosen by the Winged Angel!"

The middle-aged soldier agreed without hesitation: "Okay! What are you betting on?"

The brigadier general leaned forward, showed a false and exaggerated smile, and said: "A level six force gun! How about it?"

When they heard the level six force gun, all the officers suddenly took a breath! The sixth-level force gun is a weapon that only the deputy commander of the special forces is qualified to equip!

The middle-aged soldier took a deep breath, nodded slowly, and said, "Okay, I bet!"

"I'm waiting for your gun!" The brigadier general laughed loudly and strode out of the conference room. His voice could still be heard outside the door: "This assessment is all rubbish!"

When Qianye woke up from his deep sleep, it was already noon the next day.

A beautiful female military doctor with a face as hard as a stone on the tundra walked into the repair room, threw his clothes over, and hit Qianye's head with a waterfall of words.

"Hurry up and put on your clothes, and then disappear from here within three minutes! There are many people waiting in line outside! Why don't you put on pants? How long are you going to keep that thing dangling in front of me? Yes Do you think it’s big enough? If it doesn’t disappear from my eyes within thirty seconds, I’ll cut it off and soak it in embalming fluid as a decoration on my desk!”

Although he had seen many ups and downs in the Huangquan training camp, Qianye was still completely defeated in front of this human beast. He put on his clothes as quickly as he could in his life and ran away.

When Qianye escaped from the hospital, he suddenly had a strange idea. Why not ask for the contact information of that beautiful human being?

As soon as this idea came up, Qianye himself was startled. He wondered if he had stayed in the training camp for too long and left suddenly, and as a result, he became mentally disturbed.

When Qianye walked out of the inner camp, he immediately saw Shi Yan waiting for him.

When he saw Qianye, the man who was usually as silent as a stone opened his mouth and laughed. Then he slapped Qianye **** the shoulder and said, "Well done, boy!"

Qianye was suddenly confused.

Shi Yan slapped himself on the head and said, "Look, I'm a little confused! You were admitted to Red Scorpion!"

"Red Scorpion?" Qianye didn't react for a moment. He carefully thought about the names of the special forces recruited this time. It seemed that there was no one named Red Scorpion among the legions in the middle and lower reaches, and there seemed to be none in the upstream legions.

Qianye's heart suddenly beat violently several times, and he stuttered a little with excitement: "Are you talking about the red scorpion?"

"That's the Red Scorpion, the Red Scorpion Legion that has always been among the top five in the empire!"

Qianye held his breath as the huge joy completely overwhelmed him! He never thought that he would be able to enter the two top elite corps, Broken Wing Angels or Red Scorpions. After all, his performance in the force test was not that good. Twenty rounds of force tides are just the passing standard.

"You have to report to the Red Scorpion Legion station in three days. Time is a bit tight, but you still have one night of preparation time. Come on, I'll take you for a drink!"

Shi Yan was also so excited that he was different from usual. He pulled Qianye and rushed out of the camp. As soon as the two of them took a few steps, Wei Potian appeared out of nowhere and blocked Qianye's way.

Qianye looked Wei Potian up and down with a strange expression, and suddenly asked: "Do you like being beaten?"

Wei Potian was standing in a chic posture with his arms folded. When he heard this, his expression suddenly became extremely exciting, and he had the urge to vomit blood. But Qianye's expression was extremely serious, and it didn't look like he was teasing or teasing him.

Although the contact time was short, Wei Potian had probably figured out the other party's temper. It was obvious that Qianye was really suspicious and was very outspoken.

This is the most crazy part!

"Lin Qianye! I have been selected by the Broken Wings Angel. In this test site, I am the only one who has joined the Broken Wings Angel!" Wei Potian said proudly.

Qianye smiled and said: "How about that? Do you want to fight again? I think you just like to be beaten."

Wei Potian's face turned green and red, and he said angrily: "If you have the guts, change the way you play! Come, come, come, real men are also heroes in wine. Let's go to the limit of drinking tonight. How about it? Dare you? Dare?"

"What do you have to lose?" Qianye disagreed.

Wei Potian shouted in a tone that was an octave higher: "If I lose, I will take off my belt immediately!!"

As soon as these words came out, the surroundings suddenly fell silent! The movements of the people coming and going seemed to slow down a beat, and everyone focused their strange eyes on Wei Potian.

A few other men were obviously interested in the burly and masculine-looking Wei Potian, and their eyes began to become lustful. Several young men with fair skin even winked at Wei Potian.

Qianye had nothing to say for a moment. Thanks to Wei Potian's gift, he also became the center of attention.

The corner of Shi Yan's mouth twitched a little. His expression may have changed more today than in the past year. His eyes fell on the emblem on Wei Potian's belt buckle, and he immediately recognized it as the direct line emblem of the Wei family in the Far East. At the same time, he also He discovered that there was something else on Qianye's neck, a necklace with the Eagle Head brand hanging on it.

Contacting Wei Potian about the drinking and gambling agreement he proposed before, Shi Yan somewhat understood the whole story.

The Wei family is an aristocratic family with a long history. The Far East is its birthplace. It has also been intermarried with the Langya Wang family for generations, and its influence has penetrated the two major provinces. The Wei family is usually neither far nor close to Lin Xitang, with no friendship or enmity. A wealthy family like this, even if they can't win over each other, at least they shouldn't make enemies.

"Get out of here first!" Shi Yan made a decisive decision, dragging Qianye and quickly leaving the strange atmosphere.

At nightfall, Shi Yan took Qianye to a bar in the city. Not long after he sat down, Wei Potian suddenly arrived uninvited.

He quickly sat down opposite Qianye, slammed the table hard, and shouted: "Lin Qianye! Do you think I can't find you if you hide here? I am Wei in Xiangyang City. There are quite a few people at home.”

"What exactly are you going to do?"