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"Looks like the sky is falling, hehe. The old dog thought he had a sense of humor, but he was the only one who laughed.

The old dog knew that his female overseer was restless right now, and so was the old dog. Ever since keeping up with the new Overseer, the old dog has been suffering. He lost his position as the number two in the Sporadic Legion, and was forced to take risks from time to time.

For example, the last time I negotiated with the Ziggy Demon, and this time I had to follow into the bone cloud. In the damn burning desert before, the old dog was so tired that he shed his skin. Finally got out of the siege of the humanoid armor, climbed the volcano but found that there was no way out.

Getting on the first ferry is not the choice that the old dog wants to choose. But there was no way, there were thousands of humanoid armor chasing him up the volcano. The ferry that appeared just right in time was simply a big savior for the old dog.

Didn't the old dog know that there was something wrong with the weirdos on the ferry? But what if he knew? Is there any other choice?

Therefore, the overseers are all white-haired, and she should have known that when she was outside, she came in as a sacrifice. Since it is a sacrifice, it will naturally die at any time.

"The sky is falling? "The Overseer is really slow.

The old dog pointed upwards to Nunu's mouth. "Those black fogs, they're lower than they were just now. ”

The Overseer's gaze lingered on the black mist for a moment. "It seems to be lower than just now, does that have anything to do with the bubbles?" she looked back at the water. The eyes were full of bubbles coming out of the "goo-rumble".

"Perhaps. The old dog couldn't answer the question. What will change in the end, just wait and see. Most of the guys on the ship who were called the undead knew, but would they tell it? The old dog lay down again, continuing to close his eyes.

The black mist was pressing down minute by minute, and the bubbles in the water were rising more and more, and the noisy cracking sound filled the entire space. The old dog was so distracted by these sounds that he couldn't close his eyes at all. He reluctantly opened one eye. The black mist was about to drop above his head, and the speed was obviously accelerating.

The old dog jumped off the horse's head, and he didn't want to let the black mist be the first to touch his body. The Overseer looked calm, and sat cross-legged on the deck looking at the black mist above her head.

"Did the Overseer make a discovery?" asked the old dog casually.

"Nope. The Overseer suddenly turned to look at the old dog. "Anyway, the black fog is coming down. to know what to expect. Before that, I have a question that I hope you can answer truthfully. ”

"The Overseer's question, I try to answer as best I can. ”

"I want to know where you really came from. About the origin of the lost dog. ”

The old dog didn't expect such a problem. If it weren't for the barbarians, the Overseer, the Lion Peak, would see where he came from. The Bereaved Dog will not let the Overseer know about it. There are some things that old dogs can not say. But only if your own Overseers don't ask. Since I asked, I have to answer some of them. This is their duty to the Overseers, and one of the most basic rules that must be followed.

"The so-called lost dogs are a group of homeless stray dogs. We walked between the legions of dogs. Acceptance of employment. ”

"Aren't you the lieutenant of the Sporadic Legion? Did the Scarlet hire you as an adjutant?"

"It's not. I was born into the Legion of the Stars. The old dog sighed, "I drove out the Evil Star Legion when I was young—oh, the Legion wasn't called that back then, it was just a neutral legion on the periphery without shelter. I wandered to the center of the world after becoming a lost dog. Occasionally, I met Lord Sevil in the Big Dog Legion, and who knew that Sevil Star would one day become the Overseer of the Dog Legion.

"It's a nostalgic day. At that time, Lord Evil Star made a deep impression on me, and it was also the first time I saw the power of the flying dogs. Later, I got old and tired of wandering life, so I slowly wandered back to my birthplace. It was Lord Evilstar who had just become an Overseer, and he still recognized me and convinced me to become his lieutenant. ”

The old dog didn't want to go into too much detail about his past, because it would make him sad. It's not a good thing to be too emotional.

The Overseer did not ask for details. She seemed to be genuinely interested in something else. "I listen to the tone of the male lion mountain and have respect for the bereaved dog. Since you guys are mercenaries, there must be something special about you. ”

The old dog knew that sooner or later the Overseer would come to get to the bottom of it, and he did have something to hide. "The Overseer is right, a stray dog that can be a lost dog has some small skills. Some are good at fighting, some are good at reconnaissance, and some are good at making plans. In short, there are all kinds of skills. ”

"What about you?"

"I'm a diplomat, I'm good at dealing with people. ”

The Overseer's eyebrows furrowed. "No wonder you can talk well, then I really did the best to send you to negotiate with the Zigg Demon. ”

"It's the Overseers who trust me. ”

The black mist had already pressed to the height of the horse's head, but the metal horse's head only snapped its nose twice, and then let the black mist "devour" it.

The humanoid armor still didn't move, and they were still steering the ferry forward. The old dog estimated that those black fogs might not be harmful to him. In fact, if you think about it from another angle, the water is rising, and the ferry is not only moving forward, but also moving upward. And the place represented in the black fog is the real destination.

The old dog looked at the Overseer, her eyes now closed as if she was meditating. The old Overseer dog couldn't see through it, she was leading an army of dragon lice, but she didn't look like a dragon lice at all. She even got a horse out of nowhere. Shouldn't dragon lice be jumping around?

Of course, there are oddities that attract the attention of Lord Evil. Evil Star eventually entrusted her legion to the Overseer, presumably thinking she would be able to take care of the pups.

However, it was a surprise that the Overseer did not choose to sacrifice 10,000 troops in exchange for freedom. The dragon lice legions on the periphery are all cannon fodder, and 10,000 more and 10,000 less will not change the strength of the legion at all in essence. If it is an old dog who calls the shots, it must be to sacrifice 10,000 ordinary soldiers to protect himself.

But come to think of it, after all, the Overseers are not old dogs. If she were a desperate person, she wouldn't go alone in the middle of the night to spy on the barbarian legions.

The old dog shook his head, how could an Overseer guess what was going on?

The black mist finally descended to the height of the ship, and the armor of the big man standing in the stern of the ship was the first to sink into the fog, followed by the humanoid armor of the oars. Their bodies exposed to the black mist were still moving as usual, and it seemed that they were not disturbed by the fact that their upper bodies had entered the black mist.

It's not too bad. This was the last thought of the old dog's head before it sank into the black fog.

[It's about to be 515, I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list, and the red envelope rain will be able to give back to readers and promotional works on May 15. A piece is also love, and it must be better!] (To be continued.) )