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The carriage rumbled away, while Dance of Justice gritted his teeth and insisted on walking. He had already activated [Healing Technique] on himself, and his limbs were slowly regenerating. It is estimated that he will be able to maintain his fighting level in five minutes. He fought very poorly in this battle.

The number of retreats is always greater than the number of advances. The "tit-for-tat" has already lost confidence before it can be used. After all, "tit-for-tat" requires not to retreat even one step.

After walking for a while, a voice came from behind: "It seems like I haven't seen you for a long time? Why are your levels getting lower and lower?"

Zhengyi Wuqu turned around and took a deep look at the visitor: "It's you, Duan." His movements were a bit big, and the cane and holy book tied to his waist gently tapped his thigh.

"Forget it, I'll just make do with it."

The next moment, a fist wearing a finger-tiger hit Zhengyi Wuqu's face.

At the other end of the forest, the Necromancer ended his peek, turned and left, quietly blending into the darkness, and no one knew he had been there.

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It's half past seven now. How far is it to the next town?

Qingyi was a little impatient, but he had no choice, because there was no shortest distance to speak of, so he could only keep taking detours. Just looking at the number of fires in the forest, he knew how many players were searching for him. Moving along the darkness also

It is not safe, because many teams with rich fighting experience are ambushing in the dark. Of course, Qingyi is not afraid of a head-on confrontation with any team, but the players have rich and diverse contact methods. No matter where trouble occurs, others will

After hearing the news, Qingyi will still fall under the crowd tactics.

The essence of this journey is the battle of wits and courage between Qingyi and nearly a hundred players.

An Annihilation Raven fluttered down on the roof of the car, bringing new news: two infantry regiments from Astante had been searching along the border, and the border cities were under full martial law. There was even a Ranger regiment blocking the main traffic roads and patrolling the city.

surrounding.

"The three corps really think highly of me." Qingyi muttered.

"What should I do?" Starmaker, who was sitting across from him sharpening a kitchen knife, raised his head and asked after hearing this. He was wearing a "dead mask" on his face, and his body was stained with blood, and he was sharpening the knife as if he was preparing for slaughter. It was really

Somewhat scary.

"You can go alone first," Qingyi said.

"Should I go first?" Starmack asked in surprise, then slapped his head: "That's a solution."

The network formed by players is certainly impenetrable, but if Starmac breaks through alone, it can temporarily attract the enemy's attention, and Qingyi and Anigir can find a gap to escape. What's even better is that Starmac himself has heroic strength.

, fully capable of taking on important responsibilities.

Qingyi smiled and said, "Can you do it?"

"Of course!" Starmack laughed, not taking it seriously at all.

Heroic life professionals have certain combat capabilities, but only heroic combat professionals can kill three in and three out of the crowd. If Starmac wants to escape successfully, there is really no hope with this chef template, he must activate [

[Soul of the Sword Master] Go to the Juggernaut template. Qingyi wanted to see how the Sword Master hits people, but in the extremely dangerous battle just now, he didn't force out [Sword Master's Soul], so he can only wait for the opportunity in the future.

Let’s talk again.

Of course, if Starmac can divert all attention by sneaking around in front of the enemy, then the enemy must be mentally retarded. Qingyi has been tortured miserably since his rebirth. When encountering the enemy, he always prepares for the worst and elevates the enemy to the level of

He is at the level of a bald eagle, so he will never take it lightly. Even if there are subordinates to contain the enemies for him, he is still ready to fight a tough battle.

Fortunately, Wu Yi Yaan hurriedly appeared on the road and cast an illusion on him and Anigir so that he would not be recognized by his former enemies. More importantly, Wu Yi Yaan also took the time to load three skills for Qingyi.

[Gem Roulette? Seamless Inlay] Temporarily loses 1-3 skills (except [Gem Roulette]), and adds them to the skills of friendly units. The duration is level * 1 minute. When the time is over,

The skill returns to its own skill. After the skill returns, the current cooldown time increases by 1 hour. Up to 3 skills can be added to the same target.

In the opinion of the thaumaturge himself, the prize he got after the competitive competition is simply rubbish, but in Qingyi's opinion, it is a life-saving straw. The skills he chose to load are [vulnerable groups], [temporary freeze], and [false]

[Rewind] seems to have a special meaning, because the first one is an illusion, and the next two are time magic, without any attack tendency. Regardless of whether it is used or not, the three magics can only last for about 70 minutes. In this precious 70

Qingyi had to complete the next stage of work within minutes, so he had to give up his plan to go offline for dinner.

Speaking of which, the thaumaturge helped a little bit, and the Glory Halberdier appeared and exited inexplicably. What kind of plane was he doing? He even said arrogantly, "Remember to thank me," thank you system!

After a brief exchange of words, Qingyi led Anigir out of the car. Because [vulnerable groups] could not act on non-living things, the carriage was destined to be driven by Starmac from the very beginning.

"Is there anything else you want to confess?"

"Well... don't run around, you are already my subordinate."

Starmaker was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "Hahaha, I won't default on your debt, Your Majesty! I'll wait for you at the border! Your Highness, I wish you success!" After saying that, he kicked the horse again,

Go away with a mission.

Watching the carriage that deliberately attracted attention leave, Qingyi couldn't help but squeeze his adopted son's little hand. It's not accurate to say it's a small hand, because Anigiel has grown into a fourteen-year-old or fifteen-year-old, and the hand is different from Qingyi's.

Not much.

"dad?"

"Let's go. In order not to be discovered, I won't use soul fire lighting. You have to watch your step."

"Um."

At this moment, a magnificent piece of orchestral music sounded in the void, spreading far above the forest!

System prompts: Another "person holding music" comes within one kilometer of you.

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Salamonro, Royal Palace.

After the king had dinner, he received the ambassador of the Twilight Empire. It was unusual to ask for an audience at night, not to mention that even though Sarah Munro deliberately delayed the Bone Tyrant's trip, the ambassador pretended to be deaf and dumb and did not complain at all.

This anomaly is highlighted. Now that the carriages have been released (which also caused a strong diplomatic conflict), the ambassador of the Twilight Empire should be satisfied. If he asks to see him again, it may only be what happened just now: a large number of birds came from the dusk.

The Empire flew out, crossed the "Broken Ring", came to Salamonro and headed west.

Although the new intelligence department is still very immature, at least there are not many idiots in it. If you want to get this bit of information, you still have it at your fingertips.

After the king tidied up his appearance in the reception room, the prince also entered without hesitation, found a seat and sat down as if no one else was around, apparently intending to listen. The king had nothing to do with his younger brother, so he had no choice but to let it go.

After the two superiors were seated, the ambassador entered the reception room under the guidance of the attendants. Although he was a half-dead creature, the ambassador was meticulous about human etiquette and behaved very appropriately, more like a human than a human. He opened his mouth and said: "Dear

Your Majesty, I must explain the migration of birds to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings."

"It should indeed be so." The prince spoke before the king. It was undoubtedly a very arrogant act, but this situation has long been common. "It is said that birds fall in our country from time to time, posing a threat to the personal safety and property of our people.

.June Sunshine had better give us an explanation.”

"This is normal." The ambassador looked calm: "Since ancient times, birds in our country have migrated. They..."

Upon hearing this, the king's eyebrows twitched, but he showed no other expression, showing his near-perfect self-control. In contrast, the less mature prince lowered his face and snorted angrily. This ambassador clearly understood

What nonsense are you talking about "since ancient times"? Come on, the Twilight Empire only has a history of five years, right? Birds know how to migrate, which is naturally good, but those are migrations between the north and the south. Who has ever seen birds from the east?

Migrating westward?

However, diplomacy is so hypocritical. Although the words are obviously untenable in theory, they still eloquently and arrogantly say: "Because the journey is too long, it is normal for one or two birds to fall out of exhaustion, so please Your Majesty

We and the people of your country do not need to panic. To show our country’s sincerity, we will send special personnel to deal with the aftermath so that your country will have no worries.”

"Hey, wait a minute, you said you need to deal with the aftermath, how do you deal with it?"

"Your Highness, if a bird falls in the city or on a traffic artery, we will send people to clean up the body and compensate for the related losses as appropriate."

This was what the prince was waiting for, and he immediately scolded: "Stop joking! What if you monsters are allowed to enter the houses in the middle of the night and frighten the people of our country! Is this your sincerity? I think it is worse than the roughest rice bran."

Why not! I prohibit you from entering any city in our country."

"In that case, let's leave it to your country to handle it." Even though the other party's voice was harsh, the ambassador just smiled slightly and turned his attention to the king.

The king's eyes suddenly became solemn, because he could not see the respect in the other party's eyes, but only the banter. He suddenly trembled and said seriously: "I accept your explanation, and I hope your country can properly handle all the consequences of this matter.

A series of questions. In addition, I will send people to work with your country’s personnel to avoid unnecessary accidents.”

The ambassador's eyes flashed, and he bowed with an even wider smile: "Your mind is as big as a cloud." This metaphor is very popular in the undead kingdom. It generally describes someone who has a broad mind, but it always sounds weird to other races.

of.

Logically speaking, the conversation could be ended politely at this point, but the king continued: "Let me ask another question. What's on those birds?"

"Your Majesty, your wisdom is like a sea of ​​stars, shining brightly." The ambassador did not answer directly, but stood up and left.

The prince turned around, looked at his brother, and opened his mouth unconsciously.

"Yes." A thin layer of cold sweat broke out on the king's forehead. He took a deep breath and said, "We were just a little bit away from the mold disaster happening again in our country. The flock of birds is like bad luck, and it will come to Astaire tonight.

special."
Chapter completed!