The carriage drifted away, and the dance of justice gritted its teeth and insisted on walking. He had already activated the [Healing Technique] for himself, and his limbs were slowly regenerated, and it was estimated that he would be able to maintain his combat level in five minutes. He fought very poorly in this battle, and he always retreated more times than he advanced, and the "-for-tat" had lost his confidence before it was played, after all, what the "-for-tat" required was not to retreat.

After walking for a while, a voice came from behind him: "It seems that I haven't seen you for a long time?" Why is the level getting lower and lower? ”

The Dance of Justice turned around and glanced deeply at the comer: "It's you, break." He moved a little heavily, and the cane tied to his waist and the holy book gently patted his thigh.

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

The next moment, a fist with a fingered tiger slammed into the face of the righteous dance.

At the other end of the woodland, the Necromancer finished peeping, turned away, and quietly melted into the darkness, no one knowing he had been there.

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It's half past seven now, how far is it from the next town?

Qingyi was a little impatient, but he was helpless, because there was no shortest distance to speak of, so he could only keep detouring. Just by looking at the number of handfuls of fires in the woods, you can see how many players are searching for him. It is also not safe to move along the darkness, because many experienced teams are lying in ambush in the shadows. Of course, Qingyi is not afraid to collide with any team, but the player's means of contact are rich and diverse, no matter where the wind and grass occur, others will hear the wind, and then Qingyi will still fall under the tactics of the sea of people.

The essence of this journey is the battle of wits between Qingyi and nearly 100 players.

A silent raven fluttered on the roof of the car, bringing new news: two infantry regiments of Astante had searched along the border, the border city was under full martial law, and a ranger regiment was blocking the main traffic arteries and patrolling the perimeter of the city.

"Three corps, you really look up to me." Qingyi muttered.

"What should I do?" Starmik, who was sitting opposite him sharpening his kitchen knife, asked with his face tilted when he heard this. He wears a "necromancy mask" on his face, his body is covered in blood, and he sharpens his knife as if he is ready to slaughter, which is really scary.

"You go first." Qingyi Road.

"Shall I go first?" Starmack asked in surprise, and then patted his head: "That's a good idea." ”

The network of players is not clear, but if Starmack breaks through alone, he can briefly attract the attention of his enemies, and Qingyi and Anigir can find a gap. Even better, Starmack has heroic strength and is more than capable of taking on heavy responsibilities.

Qingyi smiled: "Can you do it?" ”

"Absolutely!" Starr McHaha laughed, completely indifferent.

Hero-level life professionals have a certain amount of combat power, but only hero-level combat professionals can kill three in and three out of the crowd. If Starmik wants to get out successfully, there is really no hope of relying on this chef template, and he must open [Soul of Juggernaut] to go to Juggernaut template. Qingyi wanted to see how the Sword Saint beat people, but the extremely dangerous battle just now didn't force out the [Soul of the Sword Saint], so he could only wait for the opportunity to talk about it in the future.

Of course, if Starmack can divert all attention by sneaking around in front of the enemy, the enemy must be brainless. Since his rebirth, Qingyi has been miserably abused, and he always prepares for the worst when he encounters the enemy and raises the enemy to the level of the bald eagle, so he will never take it lightly. Even if there are subordinates to contain the enemy for him, he is ready to fight a tough battle.

Luckily, the innocent moaning just now hurriedly flashed on the road, and cast an illusion on him and Anigil, so that he would not be recognized by his former enemies. What's more, Diseaseless Moaning also took the time to load three skills for Qingyi.

[Jewel Wheel: Seamless Setting] temporarily loses 1-3 skills (except [Jewel Wheel]) and adds them to the allied unit's skill list for a duration of level*1 minute, and the skill returns to its own skill list at the end of the time. When the skill returns to the list, the current cooldown is increased by 1 hour. You can add up to 3 skills to the same target.

In the eyes of the thaumaturgist himself, this prize won after the competitive competition was simply rubbish, but in Qingyi's eyes, it was a lifesaver. The skills that Diseaseless Moan chooses to load are [Vulnerable Group], [Short Freeze], and [False Rewind], which seems to have a deep meaning, because the first one is illusion, and the last two are time magic, and there is no tendency to attack. Whether they are used or not, the three magic spells can only last for about 70 minutes, and in these precious 70 minutes, Qingyi must complete the next stage of things, so that he has to give up his plan to eat offline.

Speaking of which, the thaumaturgist helped a little bit anyway, and the glorious halberdier appeared and exited inexplicably, what kind of plane was he doing? And arrogantly said "remember to thank me", thank you for the system!

After a few brief explanations, Qingyi led Anigil to get out of the car. Because the Vulnerable cannot act on non-living beings, the carriage was destined to be driven by Starmack from the beginning.

"Is there anything else you want to explain?"

"Hmm...... Don't run around, you're already my subordinate. ”

Starmac was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "Hahaha, I won't pay the bill, Your Majesty!" I'm waiting for you at the border! Your Highness, I wish you success! After saying that, he kicked the horse again and left with his mission.

Watching the carriage that deliberately provoked attention leave, Qingyi couldn't help but clench his adopted son's little hand. It is not accurate to say that it is a small hand, because Annie Gir has grown into a fourteen or fifteen years old, and the hand is not much different from Qingyi's.

"Daddy?"

"Let's go. In order not to be discovered, I will not use soul fire for lighting, you have to watch your step. ”

"Hmm."

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

System Prompt: Another "Movement Bearer" comes within a kilometer of you.

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Sara Monroe, Royal Palace.

After dinner, the king received the ambassadors of the Dusk Empire. Asking for a meeting at night was already unusual, not to mention that even if Saramonro deliberately delayed the trip of the Tyrant of the White Bones, the ambassador pretended to be deaf and dumb and did not complain, which highlighted this anomaly. Now that the carriage has been let go (and caused a strong diplomatic conflict), the ambassadors of the Dusk Empire should be satisfied, and if they ask for a second meeting, it can only be what just happened: a large number of birds have flown out of the Dusk Empire, crossed the "Broken Ring", and made their way to Salamonro and all the way west.

Although the nascent intelligence department is still very immature, at least there are not many straw bales in it, and it is still easy to get this bit of information.

When the king had finished his appearance in the reception room, the prince also entered with great pride, and sat down as if no one was around, as if he were planning to sit in the audience. The king had always had no choice but to let this brother go.

After the two high-ranking people were seated, the ambassador was led into the reception room by his attendants. Despite being a half-undead creature, the Ambassador is meticulous about human etiquette and behaves very well, more human-like than humans. As soon as he spoke, he said, "Your Majesty, I must explain the migration of birds so as not to misunderstand it unnecessarily. ”

"It really should be." It is undoubtedly very arrogant for the prince to speak before the king, but this has been the case for a long time. "It is said that from time to time, birds fall in our territory, posing a threat to the personal safety and property of our people. June Sunshine better give us an explanation. ”

"It's normal." The ambassador looked calm: "Since ancient times, our flocks of birds have migrated, and they ......"

Hearing this, the king's eyebrows twitched, but there was no more expression, showing his near-perfect self-control. In contrast, the prince, who was not so mature, pulled down his face and snorted very negatively. This ambassador is clearly talking nonsense, saying "since ancient times", please, the Dusk Empire is only five years old, right? Birds know how to migrate, which is good, but it is a migration between the north and the south, who has ever seen birds migrate from east to west?

However, diplomacy is so hypocritical that words that are obviously theoretically untenable, but they gushed out from the mouth of the ambassador: "Because the journey is too long, it is normal for one or two birds to fall due to exhaustion, so please do not panic Your Majesty and the people of your country." In order to show our country's sincerity, we will send special personnel to deal with the aftermath so that your country can avoid worries. ”

"Hey, slow, you said you want to deal with the aftermath, how to deal with it?"

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

The prince was waiting for this sentence, and immediately reprimanded: "Don't be kidding! What should I do if I let you monsters enter the houses in the middle of the night and frighten the people of our country! Is this your sincerity? I don't think it's as good as the coarsest rice bran! I forbid you to enter any of our cities. ”

"In that case, leave it to your country." Despite the other party's fierce voice, the ambassador only smiled lightly and turned his gaze to the king.

The king's eyes were suddenly solemn, for he saw no deference in the other man's eyes, only banter. He suddenly trembled, and said with a straight face: "I accept your explanation, and I hope that your country can properly handle the series of problems caused by this matter." In addition, I will send people to act together with the personnel of your country to avoid unnecessary accidents. ”

The ambassador's eyes flickered, and he bowed even more with a smile: "Your heart is comparable to that of a cloud." This metaphor is popular in Necronomicon Realm, where it is common to describe someone with a big heart, but other races always sound weird.

It stands to reason that the conversation would end politely at this point, but the king continued: "I'll ask you one more 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 to take his leave.

The prince turned his face and glanced at his brother, his mouth opening unconsciously.

"Yes." A fine cold sweat broke out on the king's forehead. He took a deep breath and said, "Just a little bit, the fungus disaster will be repeated in our country. The flock of birds is like doom, and it will befall Astante tonight. ”