Chapter 109: The Curse Blade 007 Biography [Ten Thousand Words]
"A good dancer's costume?"
This slightly surprised question came out of Huo Huo's mouth, and his expression was like that of a very predatory cat that saw a running bird, "That's...not cheap."
The cursed blade has disappeared in the living room, and this mysterious and missing woman has left behind a 'tip bag'.
The small bag contained a small piece of paper with Utopia written in the elegant cursive font of the Curse Blade.
This is the time to use it.
Gwen took out the note, and the scene a few minutes ago sounded in her mind.
…
"If Sparks wants to kill you, just give him this note."
Cursed Blade warned before leaving.
"Then where are you going?"
Cursed Blade turned around and reached out to touch the back of his neck.
"Go far away, Zoe."
…
There seems to be a little bit of warmth remaining on the back of the neck.
Through the tight-fitting black yoga clothes.
Slight heat.
"Gwen?" Sparks had no choice but to wake him up. He stretched out his hand and said, "Is this note important? After you took it out, you felt a little dazed."
daze.
Sparks and Mihira's slightly worried expressions appeared in the field of vision.
Gwen shook her head slightly and handed the note over: "Curse Blade said you'll understand after reading it."
His good eyesight allowed him to inevitably see clearly what was written on it when he handed it over.
It's one sentence.
"The appointed moment has arrived. Fulfill your past commitments and support our cause wholeheartedly."
Huo Huo took the note and glanced at it, his expression a little more serious.
He stood up, took two steps back and forth, and sat down again, but accidentally sat his tail underneath.
There was a click.
He held his tail with tears in his eyes: "It is indeed the font of Curse Blade. Tell me, what kind of dancer's outfit do you need? I can help you find a way."
Mihaila had a good attitude towards the beautiful boy and the beautiful girl. She worriedly pointed to each other's arms: "Your tail..."
"Please don't mind."
When Sparks spoke, the tip of his tail was still twitching and poking.
at the same time.
Tears are still flowing.
"..."
Gwen tried her best to ignore this scene and asked: "What kind of costumes do the dancers wear? I don't know, aren't they all dancers?"
"Dancing girl!" Mihaila shouted again from the side.
Like Gwen, he did not waste time learning information that was useless to the source of power.
Sparks rolled his eyes, put down his tail carefully, picked up the cup from the table, and sipped Rabbit's special coffee (Rabbit lost to Sparks in the witch card), while giving the two people some popular science.
:
"I'm not surprised if you mistake the dancing girl for a wandering girl. After all, neither of you like that kind of place, so I have to educate you to a certain extent. Our secret agents have no knowledge of these non-power-related knowledge.
The degree of dependence is not low. I hope you will not let me continue to make up lessons for you at certain times in the future..."
"Dancing girls are creatures that have mastered 'dance', and most of 'dance' is an obscure version of ritual spells."
"Therefore, among the many dancers in Utopia, the high-level dancers basically have an unclear fate with Yuanli. The rich knowledge and culture derived from it were divided into [Jianhai] and [Visual] during a certain period of time.
There are three schools: Sora] and [Kiritsugu], and most of the costumes of high-end dancers are adapted from these three schools.”
Sparks took another sip of coffee and said, "That's why I asked you what type you want."
Mihayla was sitting down, put down the newspaper in her hand, and said, "This is the first time I've heard of it."
"Because even if there are dancers, there are very few people who really come from these three schools. Most of them are dancers who envy and admire the 'source messengers' among their peers, and secretly change their clothes to be like them.
That’s all.”
"Change it to the same thing?"
"Well, it caused quite a bit of chaos, for a while. Just think about it, you, a Source Power user who has committed crimes, suddenly saw someone on the stage wearing a costume only worn by a strong Source Power user.
Women, plus all kinds of rumors..."
"Scared of impotence." Gwen said without hesitation.
"Absolutely, so it caused a lot of confusion, which troubled the dancers of the three major schools."
"Then they didn't stop it?"
"No. That is also a kind of pitiful person. Any source of power who has reached a certain level of power will take care of his own kind and his former kind."
"..."
"Although the dancers we talk about here are very powerful, in fact, there are still a lot of dancers who are harassed, pursued, persecuted, and passively fingered. With three dancer clubs supporting them, the situation has improved a lot.
, this may be called the Origin Force Envoy’s Theory of Peace.”
After Hua Hua lamented the fate of the dancers, he put his hands on his knees: "I will tell you three different clothing styles, and then it is up to you to choose, but I also explained in advance that the uniforms of high-level dancers are all customized.
Occasionally, there are clothes that have been ordered but not picked up due to various reasons. What you want may not be in stock, so I just try my best to pick out the goods based on your preferences, that's all."
Gwen was more afraid of trouble and asked, "Can't you wear normal dancer clothes?"
Mihayla touched his ribs with her elbow: "Normal dancers are easily touched. If you can tolerate a rude male or female palm pressing your buttocks, a normal dancer's uniform can also
Can……"
"Please introduce to me the costumes of high-level dancers in detail."
…
In the distant past, during the era of the Red Kingdom, a group of monks in the monastery were famous for being favored by the god of wine.
Their winemaking skills are extremely advanced.
The golden liquor was very prominent at that time and was known as the eternal water of the golden ocean.
Those who brew and bottle the wine must be beautiful girls.
They were once known as the witches of disaster, who performed amazing dances in the monastery and brought vitality to the wine in the golden ocean.
They are called [Jianhai].
…
After listening to the story described by Hua Hua, Gwen asked, "Is there an origin story?"
Sparks replied: "Yuanli is a philosophy. The more powerful it is, the more traceable and logical it is. The dancers' association's Yuanli philosophy has developed to this day. They quietly dance their dance just to welcome the sea.
Ushering in the sky, and leading to death.”
"Most of the secret codes of sea dancers are surging combos, and most of the weapons they use are double guns. Therefore, their sleeves are close-fitting and will not block the shooting range and angle of the gun. At the same time, their skirts should be shorter.
, showing the waist, and also has a belt, which is usually used to hang a short gun. It is said that the elegant sea dancer can use a posture called 'Umi Turn' to shoot 360 degrees to the side simultaneously."
Sparks knows a lot of secrets.
This is why he and Curse Blade get along so well.
In his description, the costume of a sea dancer appears to be somewhat similar to a ballet costume, but more passionate and open-backed because...
"Humble girls can grow wings... In other words, the universal ability of the Secret Book of Sea Dancers is to transform into a gunfire angel, with double wings and even six wings composed of gunfire growing out from the back. I have never seen it before. It is said that the curse
I've seen it before."
sounds good.
But Mihayla didn't catch the cold: "Mihayla has already worn ballet clothes. She has no interest or fun in them."
Sparks glanced at him: "That's women's clothing. Do you mind, Mihaila?"
“The purpose of clothes is to look good and wear them, right?”
Mihayla showed a big smile and said: "As long as the clothes look good, does it make any difference? Rather, Mihayla just likes to collect these clothes!"
"If I had my way, I would definitely kill you severely." Huo Huo said regretfully.
"Is there any other sea dancers on fellow villagers?"
Gwen became curious about this species.
Species.
That's right.
In Gwen's mind, each source power messenger can be divided into a separate 'species'. The gap between them and other source power messengers is as big as the difference between cats and canines. Some groups of source power messengers
Even living in a subway filled with water, living with the dark black tentacles.
"I haven't seen any sea dancers on the Fellowship at this time. They hate the cold."
Sparks knew these dancers: "They should have all taken the branch route, avoiding the snowy mountain carriages via their favorite coast route."
Gwen recalled it and said: "That three-level train route built on the left and right sides of Utopia?"
"Exactly."
"Doesn't that mean they can only live at the township level? Or even at the township level, village level and station level?"
It is a driveway built along the "coastline" of Utopia. It is very narrow and the environment is relatively harsh. From time to time, you have to drive underwater for half a day, because some of Utopia's driveways are also built in the sea, and the branch lanes above Utopia will be the same.
sink into the sea.
Therefore, when passing through these branch lines, Utopia's small trains are often equipped with various facilities, and their weight is also greatly increased to avoid being washed away from Utopia.
Large trains cannot pass through that kind of place.
It can be said……
"The sea dancers just risked their lives to avoid being frozen."
…
The story of the Sky Dancer comes from a legend related to dragons.
According to legend, there is a group of dancing girls who can contact the dragon through their dance.
At the same time drive the dragon.
Over the long years, these dancing girls have developed their own unique rituals and spells, allowing them to gain a pivotal position in the entire Utopia.
…
"Can they really use the dragon?"
Mihayla asked curiously.
Huo Huo said calmly: "Of course not, they can summon the shadow of the dragon by holding up to the sky. If they can summon the dragon, now we will not call them Sky Dancers, we should call them Sky Sky Cult."
Already."
Dragons are an extremely terrifying force in this world.
Dragons are almost invisible in modern utopias.
But in the past era of the Gray Kingdom, there was a legend that a group of hundreds of Yuanli envoys were easily killed by a giant dragon.
"makes sense……"
Mihayla was a little disappointed.
Gwen thought about it and thought of Laura, and said, "I have a friend who is also very interested in dragons. She and I have seen real dragons together. If you want to see a dragon, Mihaila, I can
Introduce my friend to you?"
"real?"
Mihira was overjoyed.
Gwen almost couldn't hold back her smile and nodded pretending to be serious: "I never tell lies."
This sentence is a lie.
But whatever.
Mihaila immediately became excited.
Sparks was also very interested, but when he remembered his responsibilities, he coughed: "Because it is related to the sky, the costume style of Sky Dancer is full of elegant elements, with long sleeves and beautiful streamers. It is also the most popular utopian modern.
Dressing modeled after ordinary dancers."
It turned out to be a popular element.
Gwen asked: "What about the last kind of Kiritsugu Dancer?"
"Legend has it that they are descendants of the Gray Kingdom."
…
The Gray Kingdom was once a majestic country on top of Utopia.
It has suffered countless hardships, defeated them, and swallowed its victories. It is a country so powerful that its citizens will walk on the streets with their chests held high and their heads raised, cheering.
The Gray Kingdom is different from the other kingdoms and has the most open policy.
This is the reason why it is so powerful, and also the major reason why it eventually dies due to civil strife.
After experiencing a horrific civil strife, internal fighting, and entering an era of constant war, a branch of the royal family of the Gray Kingdom became artists.
Finally, in the mist worshiped by the Gray Kingdom.
Those beautiful creatures like elves gracefully danced that exquisite dance, the dance that prayed for the gray fog to destroy the world and Utopia.
…
"The Kiritsugu Dancers are a very special group of dancers. Most of their costumes are similar to the exquisite dresses of the Gray Kingdom royal family back then, but they use a special kind of [Mist Revealing Gauze] as the material. That yarn is also the most special.
A kind of gauze, no matter how thin or thick, one layer will always have only 50% visibility. After wearing three layers, no matter how thin or thick it is, you will never be able to see through the inside, only the beautiful outline can be seen."
Sparks folded his hands: "Therefore, the Kiritsugu dancers wear the thinnest gauze skirts, but they cover them most tightly. And the fog-like skirts are very exquisite, making people feel as if they are living in the fog, and there is an indescribable feeling.
Hazy charm.”
"Now that you understand, which one should you choose?"
The two said in unison: "The kind that meets the dancing girl in the sea."
The other two are real dancers' costumes, especially the last one. Think about it in a complete vacuum, wearing only a dress as thin as gauze, with the graceful body contours completely displayed. How... shameful is it?
Compared with these two.
There is really no dress that is more reserved than a tutu.
Didn’t you see that Mihaila, who even said “I don’t want to wear it anymore”, still chose the costume of a sea dancer?
This is proof!
Huo Hua put down the coffee cup and said with a smile: "Okay, then I will use my channels to ask about dancer costumes for the two of you. Don't have too high hopes. If I can't get high-level dancer costumes,
Then you, the middle-level and low-level people, have to make do with it. How to avoid being harassed depends on your own abilities."
"Remember to get one of those tulle ones for the curse blade, Kiritsugu's, right?"
Gwen tried her best to disgust the Curse Blade.
Sparks could also see it, and he made an OK gesture and ran back to the room with a smile.
After a while, he changed into his going-out clothes and slipped out again.
…
While waiting for Spark to contact the manufacturer of the clothes.
Gwen and Mihaila returned to their peaceful lives, occasionally doing one or two commissions, and occasionally checking out the car modification progress with Huita.
——It is worth mentioning that the car was modified. Almost the entire chassis of the car was dismantled and converted into iron wood as the material. At the same time, it was widened and the heating hamster wheel design was made more stable.
It's almost the same thing every day, and the price is the same every day. Yesterday I added five military coins, and the day after tomorrow I added six military coins. What about the day after tomorrow? I have to add three more military coins...
Overall, it's not just about torturing customers.
He also tortured the car repairman.
The master who modified the car was a female Shad, who was a little over two and a half meters tall. The circumference of her left and right arms happened to be the waist circumferences of Gwen and Mihaila. She was able to do what Gwen had heard about in her previous life as the 'Great Master Dong Zhongliang'.
To do something, use both arms to make a bow.
Nothing more.
She is able to use a heavy machine gun as a submachine gun with both hands, and can be called the Terminator T800 in a utopian world.
When Gwen went there, the master yelled "Suka!" because a part couldn't fit in. Then in front of Gwen, he pinched the steel part with his bare hands until it was ready for use.
Really scary.
If Hui Tower hadn't had a good relationship with her, he probably wouldn't have been able to let her take on such a troublesome job.
…
The life of hanging out on the Fellowship is indeed quite pleasant.
On the way, two small things happened in Utopia.
The first thing was that a city-level bus captain was murdered. The club he belonged to suspected that another city was competing with their city's football team for the "City Champions Cup", so they declared war.
——It is a civil war under the supervision of the authorities. Utopia must be fought five or six times a year, but recently it has been fought between the city and township levels. It is like a city-level fight. That is a rare thing.
This civil war involved two city-level vehicles, nineteen city-level vehicles, thirty-five township-level vehicles, and countless township-level, town-level, village-level, and station-level vehicles.
However, since the island strategy will be conducted soon, I will play more restrained.
After the war started for a few days, more than a thousand people died.
Now we are in a relatively calm stage.
Of course, it's not that they want to be calm.
It's because the finals have started, so both sides put down their weapons and wait for the results of the finals to come out before starting the filming.
It's ruthless enough.
The second thing is about Gwen's old friend Lizzie.
According to rumors, the Dragon Knight seemed to have suffered a big loss in the confrontation with Li Qi!
The hunter rode the dragon back to his train to recuperate, but was recognized by his old friends on the way.
They were extremely concerned about Li Qi's condition and asked about it.
Dragon Hunter completely avoided answering.
So everyone exclaimed:
There is actually a person like Li Qi in this world? He has already reached the rank of commander at such a young age? How terrifying!
These two pieces of news are basically the major events that have happened in Utopia recently.
…
Day four.
The Curse Blade is back.
She once again crossed her arms in the snowflakes and ran in shivering. This time, only Gwen was there, and he was standing in front of a material table making materials for casting spells.
Under Longgewen’s learning and reminder again and again.
Gwen has learned the necessary behaviors and shortcuts to become a mage barbarian.
That is to prepare a large number of spell-casting props and compress the required spell components in advance. In this way, although his spell-casting materials are more complicated than others, he can perfectly utilize his talent for charming spell-casting positions and continuously switch materials.
Perform the 'forced switching spell', although the price of doing so is that you will be poked by the cat lantern with its tail when entering the spiritual space...
Because every time he speeds up and changes the charm casting position, the cat lights have to put in extra effort.
"The materials for making the Sun Flame blade are a small spoonful of black gunpowder, a small half spoonful of sulfur, plus some ginger juice and salt."
Gwen concentrated on making her own material capsule.
Sunfire Forged Blade was a spell he found in the "Mind Flayer Secret Book" in the hands of a mind flayer reserve team player. When he opened the book, the scream of the mind flayer grid can still be heard to this day.
It lingers around my ears like a lingering sound.
——[Sukka! This Sukka’s and that Sukka’s are Sukka’s Secret Tome of the Mind Flayer? Where did this idiot learn it from!?]
"Is it that serious?"
——[Coin! Sukamaja, this thing is an adaptation of the secret code of the Source Power Messengers of the Sunfire Knights, the mortal enemies of our Mind Flayers. It is basically equivalent to ctrl+c and then ctrl+v in your previous life.
, and by the way, use the search keyword function to replace all the 'Knights of the Sun' with 'The Order of the Mind Flayer'.】
"I am super."
——[I am super!]
…
However, although Gezi strongly does not recommend it, Gwen fell in love with the awesome spell of Sun Flame Blade at the first time. The attack power is absolutely high, and the damage can be stacked, and the damage type is mixed damage plus real damage.
, to put it simply, it kills the enemy through three combined methods: 'physical attack', 'detonating flame', and 'shock force covering the body level'.
As long as the enemies are shoulder to shoulder, this seemingly single Sun Flame Blade can even hit a dozen people at once.
Plus it's fast to cast.
The materials are cheap—the most expensive one is actually ginger juice?
This spell suddenly became Pony Island in Gwen's heart.
"What are you doing?"
The voice of the curse blade came from behind.
At the same time, there was a faint feminine fragrance.
Gwen turned her head unnaturally and looked over.
I saw Curse Blade's side face.
"I'm preparing for battle, I don't have much material for casting spells..."
"Are you also a warlock of this faction?" Cursed Blade was quite interested, "I remember Mihira is the same type, as are the Rabbit, Red Dog and Dark Cat. This is also an interesting phenomenon. We have
Some kind of special link led us to choose the same faction’s method of casting spells.”
"Don't talk standing behind me."
"oh?"
Curse Blade narrowed his eyes a little and asked sinisterly: "Are your ears very sensitive? It's really strange that a recessive Utopian's ears can be sensitive. I thought this kind of situation would only happen in Will."
What about Ji Ren and Rong Enren?"
"Stop playing."
After Gwen put the prepared capsule into a small box, she picked up the remaining materials and put them into her backpack.
Curse Blade came up to help with a smile.
A while of busy work.
After putting away a large amount of materials, the two sat together and made a cup of mushroom tea.
Delicious mushroom tea is full of aroma.
Gwen picked it up and took a sip: "Where have you been recently?"
He looked at the curse blade.
The expression and body reaction of Curse Blade showed that this woman was now exhausted, but there was fire in her eyes.
There was excitement in her eyes.
Cursed Blade said: "You may not be able to imagine where I have been, but I'll give you a hint, the Order."
Gwen looked at Curse Blade. Her expression was full of joy and excitement, as if she had discovered some big secret. Curse Blade was difficult to understand, but she was easy to understand.
This woman's passion for work may be unimaginable to ordinary people. She seems to have gained something different from her work.
Gwen thought, if the thing that makes the Cursed Blade so happy is related to the religious order, then the two major religious orders should be at war? Can the people in the middle suck the blood from these two giants?
He has no way of knowing, but luckily, as long as you give a random answer, Curse Blade will happily refute you and tell you the correct answer.
Gwen put down the teacup and made a wild guess: "There are shadows of the four illegal sects on the two city levels? Have you found a new channel?"
"neither."
Cursed Blade also put down the cup, his eyes flashing: "I followed Ms. Valerie. God, she is such a naughty lady. She is very powerful. At least she is stronger than you and me."
"Then?"
"Later, I found a small train on the line from my hometown to my hometown that had not been reported..."
As Cursed Blade described it, a snowstorm slowly struck, bringing Gwen and her back to the night three days ago.
…
It was a night when all three moons were covered with snowflakes.
An armored squirrel car was speeding through the snow, and behind the armored squirrel car, a figure in white camouflage was following it on skis.
Hoo, ho—
The furious wind and snow swept over everything, and the snowflakes made a pitter-patter sound when they hit the body.
Cold to the bone.
Cursed Blade gritted his teeth and raised his head to stare at the faint yellow light.
I don’t know how long it took, maybe ten minutes? Maybe half an hour?
When Curse Blade felt that her squirrel ears were starting to go numb and might fall off, a gentle whistle cheered her up.
whistle?
On this line?
She quickly took out her pocket watch from her pocket and glanced at it.
Forty-seven minutes.
It's only seventeen minutes since we left the Laoxiangren train, and the train closest to the Laoxiangren train takes twenty-five minutes to stop.
At this moment, Curse Blade smiled.
No train has been reported!
It seems that Ms. Valerie does have a big secret to hide... Oh, I'm talking about another secret!
The cursed blade stopped, reached out and touched the ground, and found the track.
After searching again, I found the center point of the track, lay down on it, took a deep breath, grabbed two handfuls of snow and spread it on my face.
The cold stimulated her nerves and made her concentrate.
"There are no supporting wheels in the middle of the bottom of small trains. As long as you have the courage, you can..."
Forty seconds? Fifty seconds?
Anyway, the snowflakes were about to bury her, and then she heard the clanging sound of the train. The world in front of her was swept by a huge light, followed by a strong wind and darkness.
The train passed her.
This behemoth among the behemoths gave Curse Blade a feeling of "terrible". If there was even the slightest deviation, she would be turned into pieces by this ruthless steel beast.
The heart beats very fast.
But the faster the heart beats, the more intuitive Curblade's hands and feet become.
The train traveled about one-tenth of the way, Curse Blade looked up and saw a slightly red car section, and his eyes lit up.
Chance!
The moment the carriage passed by, she moved.
With lightning speed, he grabbed hold of the two climbing hooks with both hands, and simultaneously jumped up with his legs, stepping on the gate.
At the same moment, there was a burning pain in my back.
She leaned up, keeping her back away from the ground.
Although she did it quickly, her back was still injured, and it was not serious.
This is the cost of hacking a train from below with bare hands.
He opened the maintenance shaft door of the carriage with one hand, and the cursed blade got into the maintenance channel of the train.
Very narrow.
It can only accommodate one person squatting forward.
The curse blade half-closed the door to the maintenance shaft, because she might still have to go down here.
Through the maintenance tunnel, Curse Blade finally found a door to leave here.
She opened the door and walked out.
A voice sounded as she walked out:
"Is that you Noah?"
It was a maintenance man wearing a strange gladiator helmet.
The cursed blade stunned the opponent immediately.
I looked around at other places in the carriage.
This seems to be a rest room for maintenance personnel.
She borrowed a set of men's protective clothing to cover herself tightly. The reason why it was a men's protective clothing was because if she was exposed and ran away, it was very likely that she could use this kind of clothing to make the other party mistakenly judge her gender.
.Even if she can't buy much time, as long as she has a little time, she can make complete preparations on the Fellowship.
"Cough cough cough."
After coughing a few times, her somewhat calm female voice turned into a very passable male voice.
"Noah, is that you Noah?"
After practicing the ‘Uncle Sound’ twice.
She opened the door openly and walked into the train.
When she was about to step onto the deck car, she saw three maintenance workers chatting at the intersection.
The three of them were not wearing helmets. They looked at the tightly wrapped curse blade with curiosity and were about to speak...
"Hey, you three, have you seen Noah?"
Curse Blade withdrew his gaze from the business cards hanging on the chests of these three people.
It is right to strike first.
One of the three shrugged:
"Damn it, Suka, that naughty guy hasn't come back yet?"
"Suka, I won't ask you questions when I come back."
"Do you have anything to do with him?"
"There's something wrong."
"Then he might be in Car No. 3. This flatterer might be licking my ass there! Hehe."
"Thank you."
"..."
Relying on this skill of fishing in troubled waters, Cursed Blade successfully passed the test. When he walked out, he heard the people behind him talking in a thrilling way:
"By the way, who is this guy? Have you seen him?"
"Damn, this accent is from my hometown, right?"
"Sukka, didn't your fellow countryman come?"
"Grass, hidden fellow."
"..."
"Ah ha ha ha ha ha!" Three rough laughter rang out.
Fortunately, these three people are not in their right mind.
Curse Blade applauded his good luck inwardly.
On the deck.
This train is not big. In the middle is a lawn about three meters wide with a stone path. On both sides of the lawn are small apartments five to six meters wide each.
It seems to be used as a factory.
Rows of privately manufactured bullets were transported out and cooled naturally in heavy snow to save fuel on the train.
There is also a training ground.
There are also food processing plants.
Cursed Blade silently memorized the layout of the building and the distribution of personnel, walked out of the carriage, and saw the vast garage with only one side open.
Among them, the carriage he tracked before is also here.
Sure enough, Valerie is here.
Further ahead is the common activity area for this kind of train, which is built more luxuriously.
There are two completely different people dressed up here. One type of uniform is a black robe with red edges and a pattern of an unintentional person in front of the robe. The other group of people wears gladiator helmets and
Dark blue robe.
Of course, there are also people who take off their helmets and hoods.
These two groups, which are obviously not the same group of people at first glance, are not very friendly to each other.
To put it simply, most people in blue robes have some knowledge and seem to look down on people in black robes.
Through eavesdropping and secret inquiries, Curse Blade probably figured out where these two groups were coming from.
The Old Watch Society and...the Order of the Mind Flayer.
This unexpected discovery surprised her so much that she was almost exposed.
fortunately.
She still remembers who Big Fish is.
She calmed down, sneaked into the car in front, sneaked into the ventilation duct, and used the spells she learned to improve her concealment ability.
Sneaked in.
Finally, she saw Valerie above, who was talking to another woman...
…
"Then what?"
Gwen asked.
Curse Blade looked melancholy and lit a cigarette.
Slowly blowing out a smoke ring: "It's really big."
"...?"
"You don't understand." Cursed Blade made a grabbing motion with both hands, "She was wearing a low-cut bra. When I looked down from the ventilation duct, I almost fainted."
Just how huge is this thing that the Curse Blade can never forget.
Gwen was silent for a moment, waiting for the Curse Blade to recover from this trance.
Curse Blade pursed his lips and said, "The Mind Flayer Order is going to make big news with the Old Watch."
Gwen sighed and thought for a moment: "How big is it?"
From what he saw, given the structure of these utopian societies, they would just carry out an attack and prepare to sacrifice one or two hundred people... Although it was quite cruel, it was also quite stupid.
Maybe it's because the leaders of these pagan religions are also scholars.
No matter how big the layout is, it doesn't seem to be that big.
Cursed Blade said: "Take three steps."
He raised a finger: "The first step is to purchase Haile Oil in large quantities and use the Home Returning Powder to turn Haile Oil into various contraband materials."
He raised his second finger and said, "The second step is to work with the Mind Flayer Order to reasonably create more than fifty temporary Mind Flayer hostels as an armed force."
Clenching his fist: "The last step is to seize the power of the Homelander with armed force, and use the Homelander to accelerate to hit the government's Abandoned Capital. Use fifty mind flayers in the temporary hostel to attack the top prime minister of the government and regain support for the orthodox descendants of the Gray Kingdom.
When he ascended the throne, the slogan was compiled: 'Heaven punishes the train thieves and returns power to the king'."
After listening to this, Gwen looked indifferent: "Oh..."
Then.
"Haha? What did you say?"
Isn't this third step so fucking different from the previous two steps?
Gwen suddenly felt her head buzzing, not because she was too shocked, but because the cat lanterns in the spiritual scenery couldn't sit still and wanted to run out to listen to the fun!
In the spiritual landscape, Longge Wen and Carl tried their best, and together with Miss White, they managed to hold back the "joining party" headed by White Cat Lantern.
Curse Blade spread his hands: "I'm shocked too."
"First of all, Valerie doesn't look like an idiot."
"Secondly, her partner doesn't look like an idiot."
"Then why would they make such a stupid plan?"
Are you sick?
Gwen rubbed her temples, feeling that she couldn't keep up with the thinking field of the Utopians.
There was silence for ten seconds.
He still couldn't help but ask: "Do you think there is a possibility of success?"
Not that he wants to believe it.
But...
No one would ever think of such an outrageous thing...
Curse Blade thought for a while and said: "If the leader is Long Yan, the intelligence officer is me, the action planner is a woman named Milidais, and every temporary host body of the mind flayer is similar to you, then
Maybe there will be a chance."
So there is no chance?
Gwen subconsciously showed a relaxed smile.
Cursed Blade continued: "Of course, there are lower-level substitutes for these conditions, and they do not need to be met. For example, the condition of 50 of you can be compensated by quantity."
"so……"
"There is a chance, but there is no chance. The authorities are not a political organism that has decayed to the end of its life. They are still active. They still have emergency measures and various filings. Even if they are such outrageous filings, they will still be prepared.
…”
Cursed Blade seemed to be quite confused: "Oh! It's hard to say, it's hard to say."
She wasn't worried at first, but after hearing Gwen's question, she couldn't help but think about it. After thinking about it for a while.
Squirrel disease and the blood of rebels in Tiansheng's family both reminded her:
"This plan even has a damn chance of success!"
The biggest trouble is not the vehicle commander, because even the authority's vehicle commander will still be held back under the siege of a large number of mind flayers. At this time, just use a large number of the authority's artillery to bombard those vehicles collectively.
Sirs, the most difficult step is actually the strength of the authorities’ armed forces...
Pooh!
Why am I thinking about possibilities?
Curse Blade quickly banished these random thoughts, but couldn't help but wonder what would happen.
The two were in awkward silence for a while.
It was Gwen who started talking.
He pretended not to care and asked: "Then we still proceed as planned?"
"According to the original plan, we have determined that Valani is a member of the Old Watch and is related to the recent outbreak of the Mind Flayer incident. Then we must continue to deepen our relationship with her and finally kill her.
Or capture her. But the killing may be easier. Golden Root's basic ability is very strong, and her source of power is not good. Me, you and Mihayla may not be her opponents...
"
Curse Blade rates it very highly.
Gwen nodded and agreed with the other party's statement. After all, in terms of intelligence, Cursed Blade has really not made any mistakes so far.
The two of them summed up the details again.
With worry, waiting for the spark to get the clothes done...