Chapter 250 The name of Black Wind! No regrets in this life!
An hour later, the legion commanders who did not get the answers they wanted pushed open the door of the conference room and left with gloomy faces.
When the door of the conference room was slowly closed by his deputy, Karl breathed a sigh of relief, but his brows furrowed even more tightly.
The deputy stood beside Carl and sighed, saying, "These legion commanders will not give up."
Karl snorted coldly and said, "They are just a bunch of mediocre people."
"With their pig brains, they may really think that the war in the north is only the business of the Kuer Empire."
"Too naive!"
"Once the main force of the demon army is defeated, the demons everywhere will immediately start a riot."
"By then, the flames of war will spread across the entire continent in an instant, and no one will be spared from this war."
The deputy said helplessly: "It's useless, Boss Karl, even if you tell them these words, they won't believe it."
Carl raised his eyebrows: "Call me Legion Commander!"
"Yes, Commander! Lord Oriel has been waiting outside for a long time."
The deputy responded readily.
Hearing this name, Karl laughed: "Why don't you invite him in?"
A moment later, O'Neill, wearing silver armor, was invited by Carl to sit in the upper seat.
Unlike when he faced the other three legion commanders, Carl's expression was much brighter at this moment.
Olier said respectfully, "I just heard from Adjutant Li Ke that the three army commanders are here to cause trouble again. Do you want me to report this to the United Nations?"
If any other leader of a knightly order said this, Carl would definitely sneer at him.
No matter what, he is the legion commander, and the difference between him and the commander of an ordinary knight order is huge.
If the latter wants to raise objections to the United Nations, they will not be able to bypass the legion commander in any way.
But the Oriel in front of him is different. He is known as a brave man and the hope of human race.
A brave man can act without any taboos.
Moreover, if Oriel reported the war situation to the United Nations in the name of a hero, even for the sake of the word "hero", the United Nations would probably order other empires to send troops to assist the chaotic area.
But in the face of O'Neill's proposal, Carl just laughed and said:
"It's just a small matter. Why should I trouble the brave man to help? No need."
"Oh, by the way, I heard that the hero has been performing very well on the battlefield recently, and his military exploits are outstanding."
Olier heard that the other party was changing the subject, so he did not continue to ask, but said helplessly:
"Don't flatter me, Commander. I'm just dealing with some low- to mid-level monsters and it's already hard for me."
"You led the Black Wind Legion to attack the Tifeng Territory. That was truly amazing."
"It's a pity. If those legions had dragged their feet, maybe that war would have really been able to take down the tough bone that is the Tiphon Territory."
"If that's the case, the situation in the Land of Chaos will probably improve."
The two of them praised each other.
However, both sides could tell that the other's praise was not flattery, but sincere praise.
Especially O'Neal's praise for General Carl, it can be seen that he really regards this veteran as a predecessor and idol.
The other party has been guarding this bitter and cold land for decades, and has not lost the upper hand in the face of the eight high-level monster lords.
Even looking at the entire continent, Carl Armstrong is one of the best military strategists.
Olier's childhood dream was to be like General Carl, leading an army of his own and becoming famous throughout the world.
Even now, his dream has not changed.
Karl looked at him with a smile and said as if jokingly:
"Then you, the brave hero, must work hard. I heard that the Sword Hero has made great achievements in slaying the remaining demons in the southwest.
"The soldiers under his command have also begun to show their prowess. I believe it won't be long before our Kuer Empire will have a world-famous warrior corps."
Olier responded with a serious expression: "I have heard that, but I am confident that as long as they are given enough time to grow, the Knights under my command will never be weaker than the Warriors of the Sword."
The smile on Carl's face slowly disappeared. He just looked at him quietly for a while, then said:
"Haha, since the hero is so confident, how about we make a promise?"
Olier turned his head and looked at him, puzzled, "Agreement?"
"Yes, a promise."
Carl nodded and continued, "If you, the brave man, can be promoted to a high-ranking knight within two years, I will offer you the title of [Black Wind Legion] with both hands."
When O'Neill heard this, he immediately stood up, his expression full of disbelief.
"Are you serious?"
Carl nodded again.
Olier immediately stood still, stood at attention, beat his chest with his fist, and shouted:
"I will follow the orders of the Legion Commander. I will work hard and strive to live up to the name of Black Wind."
Carl stood up with a laugh and patted him on the shoulder.
The deputy on the side also looked at them with a smile on his face, silently remembering this scene that may go down in history.
Even when O'Neill left the meeting room, his expression was still full of excitement.
Being able to inherit the name of the [Black Wind Legion] that he had idolized since childhood was simply his lifelong dream.
Now that his dream is about to come true, how can he not be excited?
As for General Karl and his deputy who watched him walk out.
The moment the door closed again, everyone sighed.
The deputy asked curiously, "Old, uh, Commander, the Black Wind Legion is the foundation of your life that you have fought for your entire life. Are you going to give it up so easily?"
Karl snorted coldly: "Easy? Do you think it's easy to advance from level 4 to level 7 in two years?"
The deputy curled his lips and said, "Others certainly can't do it, but he is the hero after all."
Carl laughed: "Since you know he is a brave man, do I need to say more?"
The deputy touched the back of his head and suddenly felt that his question was a bit redundant.
"It is an honor for Black Wind and mine to hand over the Black Wind Legion to the Brave Master."
Carl said: "And I think the brave man will live up to the name of Black Wind, it's a pity..."
"What a pity?"
The deputy wondered.
Karl did not rush to answer his question. Instead, he stood up, walked slowly to the window, and looked at the dusty Basso Plateau in the distance.
The red glow blooming on the horizon seemed like the last beauty before the storm.
He stared at the dark clouds that had gathered again for a very long time before he spoke in a slow and drawn-out voice:
"It's a pity that we were born at the wrong time and cannot go to the North to see the demeanor of the demon generals."
"It's a pity that those brave and skilled warriors will hardly live to see the day of prosperity."
"pity"
"Unfortunately, time is running out for us. We don't have much time left."
"What a pity... there are still many regrets."
At this point, he turned around and looked at the deputy who had followed him for decades, and said:
"It's a pity for you, you've been staying with me in this godforsaken place for decades, wasting your best years."
The deputy's face was immediately covered with tears, but he did not wipe them with his hands, but did what O'Neill did just now.
Stand at attention and beat your chest with your fist:
"I will never regret joining Black Wind in this life! I am proud of Black Wind and will never leave it, whether I live or die!"
Karl glanced at him indifferently, then slowly turned around and sighed:
"Yes, I will never regret it in my life."
