Brownsea Island School.

The moment the exchange students from Bohrawi entered the school, their uniform blue uniforms immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the school.

Carmenla is the principal of the Whitelang Island School. The teachers are only a few old men who can't walk. They used to be clerks or tax officials on Whitelang Island. Carmenla saw that they were so old and couldn't bear to see them running around on the island, so he let them stay in school to teach students how to read and write.

Now that Brownsea Island is in ruins and has a semi-supply-side economic system, it is not easy to be a civil servant. It is normal to work overtime until late at night and run field work during the day. If Carmenla had not set an example herself, everyone would have thought she was taking revenge on these "remnants of Tone Soutine."

Although all of Tone Soutine's close associates had been purged, Brownsea Island still needed people who were literate and numerate to govern it, so the governance system of Brownsea Island still used the officials left by Tone Soutine.

Some students on Bailang Island looked at their worn-out old clothes and then at the new clothes of the newcomers, feeling inexplicably inferior, but more people were excited to see familiar figures.

"Philip!"

Hearing someone calling him, Philip, with a snotty nose, also exclaimed in surprise.

"Louis!"

Among the students, a big guy who was obviously a head taller than the others rushed out of the crowd and threw himself into Philip's arms. The two big guys hugged each other tightly.

The two were cousins, both grandsons of the old blacksmith Gao Anlu. Philip and his family followed Gao Anlu to Bolavis, leaving the blacksmith shop on White Wave Island to Philip's uncle, Louis' father.

"Louis Weng, you also broke through?"

Philip not only had fighting spirit to become a warrior, but also successfully broke through his mental strength, so he could sense the weak fighting spirit in Louis' body.

"certainly."

Louis Weng smiled proudly. After all, there were only five people who broke through among the three hundred people in the school, and he was one of them. This made him proud enough.

"Louiong, where's the dragon?"

Xia Moli, who was carrying a black sword, asked Louis.

"Long? He's studying under Commander Wodek. Master Kahneman and the others say Long will be the next Acarius. Do you know who Acarius is?"

Louis asked curiously, scratching his hair.

"My second brother is so awesome!"

Among the students who were communicating, Mai Dan couldn't help but speak out, his face full of surprise. In his eyes, his brother was very powerful.

"A second Acarius?"

Dan Lei, who was following behind the exchange students and was responsible for protecting this group of students, whispered to himself.

When he heard the name Acaris, a fighting spirit rose in his purple eyes.

When he won the first place in the multi-legion selection, he wanted to test how powerful the first place in the previous selection was, but he was defeated in just one move during the fight. The two were at the same level and had just entered the bronze realm, but he could not even withstand a single move, which made him very frustrated.

Dan Lei did not use the excuse that he had not yet practiced the fighting method to comfort himself. If he lost, he lost, unless he could fight against Luo Wei for several hours like Acaris, then even if he lost, he would still be honorable.

The exchange students are all awakened extraordinary people, but they all follow the local teachers obediently and do not become arrogant and look down on others.

Before getting off the ship, His Majesty told them that the students here had no wizards to guide them, nor did they have monster meat to supplement them. It was already remarkable that five of them had achieved a breakthrough in such a short time, and the dragon among them had achieved a breakthrough in both spirit and fighting spirit.

"Now that we're here, let's have a competition."

After visiting the school, Wodek took a taciturn child into the school. Seeing that the children were very interested, he made a suggestion.

"Lord Wodek, you won't be hurt, will you?"

A teacher from Bailang Island said carefully.

'I'll keep an eye on them.'

A few lines of words appeared out of thin air. It was Tomengzven. He appeared in the school at some point, without making any noise, just watching everything quietly.

"Then let these little ghosts communicate with each other."

Wodek had someone arrange a venue to give these little kids a chance to broaden their horizons.

…

Above Baishi Island, several epic warriors were fighting in the sky. The clouds were torn into thin threads by the aftermath of the battle and floated randomly in the sky.

"During the Second Battle of Blackwater, how did the Blue Silver Knights of the Tudor Kingdom surround and kill these monsters? Can these monsters be hunted down by the military?"

Zilaner Island commander Su Qiongwen looked at the battle in the sky in despair. Every terrifying energy collision was like the collapse of the sky and the crack of the earth. The crazy fight between the two fleets on the sea seemed to be a background board.

"Su, those who can surround and kill epics are epics in themselves. They are an epic composed of a group of people. Obviously, we, the trash, don't even have the qualifications to be sung."

Deputy Commander Doha Gowen looked up at the sky and smiled bitterly. Every legion or knight order in the atrium that could surround and kill the epic was more famous than the name of the epic. Even the Golden Rose Knights, the strongest army on Zilaner Island, did not dare to say that they could hunt down the epic, let alone them.

"Then let us use our blood to write poems that will be circulated in the courtyard, and tell Weining Paro that it is time for him to atone for his sins."

Tone Sudin's coalition forces were a mob, with a mess of pirate flags and mercenary flags fluttering on the battlefield. They had no coordination with each other, and the parliamentary fleet could easily break through their formation, but these guys were like a pool of mud, and anyone who stepped into it would sink deeply into it.

The well-equipped parliamentary fleet was torn apart by firemen jumping out of the burning warships and eaten by madmen crawling out of the sea. Even when the enemies were chopped into pieces, their pale hands still held on to them tightly.

After feasting on the corpses, the army of evil spirits and plagues will become stronger, crazier, and more brutal.

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