"Meow. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The info canine puppet only needs one, just give it to Mr. Li Ming to study, and throw the rest somewhere. Meow casually pointed to a position and gave instructions. As a result, the miscellaneous soldiers dragged only one canine-shaped puppet back to the camp, and all the others were stacked in the place designated by Meow.

In fact, Meow and Redseus are not sure if there is a mole inside. Therefore, that night, Meow interviewed several generals (key suspects) in the famous generals of the Titan Snake tribe, including Mousse and the Titan Snake Clan, and told them the truth about the conversation about the traitor.

At this time, there will be two situations: 1. There is no mole: then the enemy will definitely not appear at night.

2, 1, there is a traitor, not within the scope of the key suspicion, will inform the enemy to come at night to recapture the abandoned puppet. (This kind of mole is not advanced)

2, 2, there is a mole, within the scope of key suspects. (Senior mole) because the mole was interviewed alone, he must think that Meow has been determined to have a mole, and he is testing himself with suspicion; therefore, he will definitely be a thief and afraid of revealing his identity (if the enemy army does not come at night, he may prove that he is a mole. ), which will inevitably allow the enemy to come and recapture the puppet at night.

If this is not the case, the high-ranking traitor chooses to stand still, and there is no way to determine whether there is a traitor or not, and it is impossible for the enemy to come and retake the puppet at night. As it turned out, there were indeed moles.

In the middle of the night, dozens of alchemists, each armed with an MP40-shaped magic bullet submachine gun, escorted a group of ragged human slave laborers to appear near the place where the four-headed canine-shaped puppet was placed.

"Let's go!—these orcs are stupid enough to throw canine golems here in an attempt to remove the energy crystals and precious metals inside. An alchemist chatted as he drove the laborers forward.

"How else can we say that they are stupid, dirty, lowly, despicable, unworthy of being human, inhuman, only beastly, not human at all?

The energy crystal is indeed valuable, if I had a piece back then, I would have sold it to buy land, and I would not sell myself to the alchemy master and transform it into this look. Another alchemist chimed in.

"The Winged Terran announcement is right. They are just self-defeating, profiteering, and vainly trying to confront the weird boss Pi. We only need to follow the boss and the alchemist to have this steel body, and finally upgrade to the boss, and enjoy endless glory and wealth, and eternal life is not at our fingertips. What is a gold gem?"

The alchemist who spoke first took the initiative to ask that he be transformed into this appearance, and was willing to refute the statement of the strange man.

"Attention. Fire! Be sure to get the canine puppet back. "The leader of this group of alchemists discovered that there was indeed a group of orc miscellaneous soldiers of the Giant Hornet Clan, which were dismantled overnight

Four canine-shaped puppets stacked on top of each other ordered their accomplices to open fire.

"Rush!" "Kill!" And yet at this very moment. Whoosh whoosh... Hundreds of flaming arrows were shot from all around, illuminating the night sky red.

"Caught in an ambush by the lowly orcs. Execute the slave!" the leader of the alchemist panicked when he saw this. Da Da... Dozens of alchemists then turned their guns and fired wildly at the ragged human slave laborers, knocking them all down in an instant and charging each of them to the head.

"Catch it alive!-" Meow's lieutenant Moose commanded a large number of orc troops, and quickly surrounded them from all sides, charging fiercely while holding high the command knife in command.

"Retreat!" If you can't keep up, don't blame me for being ruthless. The leader of the alchemist retreated with an MP40 strafing in his right hand as he threatened his subordinates, and reached out his left hand to aim at an accomplice who was running at the tail of a crane, his palm revealing a crimson circular energy transmission array.

The head and torso of the accomplice in the rear of the car were immediately exploded, and he fell to the ground. In order to maintain the absolute loyalty of these alchemists, each of them has a self-detonating bomb device installed in their mechanical body, which can be detonated by a special technique.

Smack... In this way, the leader of the alchemist killed all the accomplices who were about to leave his field of vision.

"Don't chase too closely!" On this side, Mousse stopped the pursuing army, and only sent a few henchmen orc agents, dressed in black tights, to covertly track down the fleeing alchemist.

"Found the tunnel, there are several entrances. After a while, the orc black-clad agent returned to report.

"Alright! break through the tunnels and attack!" Mousse commanded, holding his command knife aloft. As a result, the orc troops immediately broke through the entrances of the tunnels and began to quickly pursue the escaped alchemists, and in the small tunnel space, they fought hand-to-hand with each other, and soon formed a breakthrough.

"The tunnels have infiltrated the enemy and are about to reach the bottom of the mountain. "In the central control room of Ziyan Peak, the alchemy mage who was monitoring the screen made a loud announcement.

"The tunnels leading down the mountain are no longer working. Detonate immediately!" The strange man standing behind him gave the order resolutely. Boom!--Boom!-... With the sound of a huge explosion and vibration, the rocks that collapsed completely buried the dozens of alchemists and a large number of orc infantry who had not had time to evacuate in the tunnel.

"Damn! The enemy has lost his mind. Seeing this, Mousse had no choice but to lead his troops back.

At the same time, on the ground, Redseus was disheveled, his beard was unkempt, his face was dirty (Tia used a spell to help with makeup), and he was wearing extremely tattered prison clothes of the same style as the slaves of Ziyan Peak, like a flower child, and he quietly lurked at the foot of the slopes of Ziyan Peak by himself under the cover of night.

On the hillside, alchemists were urging a large group of slave laborers to repair the fortifications.

Boom!-boom!-boom!-boom"... As the explosions and shocks appeared, a large number of hounds began to bark.

"Stop barking the dogs. It's the boss who blew up the tunnel, so check what collapsed. The shouts of the leader of the alchemy mages at the scene rang out.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Redseus got closer and closer, surrounded by the barking of dogs, successfully climbed the hillside, jumped into a trench, felt the shovel next to him, and began to shovel the earth.

"Brother. How come I haven't seen you. That's my shovel. A young slave who had returned from standing beside the trench and looked at the great swordsman in question.

"It was the mine team leader who asked me to borrow a shovel. Redseus replied with a shovel in a daze.

"Your Excellency. The mine-laying team has to borrow a shovel. The young slave turned around and called out to an alchemist overseer not far away. The alchemist overseer then ran over, thinking that Redseus looked a little strange.

"Ah Can!—Why hasn't the shovel been borrowed yet!?" At this moment, at the foot of the mountain not far away, an old slave mage who was leading the slave mages to lay mines called out loudly.

"Bring the shovel over. The alchemist then raised the leather whip in his hand, and said that he was afraid of trouble, and thought to himself: If it is a spy, it must be an orc, and besides, pretending to be a slave is a fart?

"Thank you, sir. Redseus nodded in gratitude.

"It's coming!-" Immediately after, Ah Chan rushed to the slave mages who were clearing mines with shovels.

"Who is he?"... A few of the slave mages asked their companions in a low voice.

"Own people. ”… The five old mages who led the way in the middle whispered to all their companions.

"Boy. Yesterday there was another man named Ah Chan who died of exhaustion and was just buried by us. Before he reports it, you can replace him. As soon as Redseus ran over, the old mage who led the group admonished in a very small voice.

It turned out that the five old mages who were leading the way were the five old mages of the Gathering Spirit Temple on the Amphibious Karst Island—one of whom would only consider himself to be extremely selfish. A cowardly to the extreme. A loan shark owes a butt and has nowhere to hide. A madman who seeks to destroy the world. An escapist from reality, extremely pessimistic and hopeless.

However, after becoming slaves, the stinky problems of these five people have been corrected to varying degrees. They found Redseus hiding nearby, and waved hello to the Great Swordsman, so it was natural for them to cooperate with this kid and blend in with the slave team of Purple Rock Peak.

After the work was finished, the slaves were escorted back to Ziyan Peak and lived in dark and damp cells at the bottom of the floor. It was originally intended to be used as a dungeon for prisoners, but later there were no prisoners (just killed), so it was converted into a residence for slaves.

The cells where the slaves lived were unlocked and allowed to move freely in the dungeon, but the large iron door to the upper level was locked and opened only when they were out working.

Upon entering the dungeon, Redseus felt uncomfortable, and found it damp, muddy and stuffy, with a constant stench. The leading old mage and four other old mages led him to sit cross-legged on several broken mats in one cell.

"Boy, you can't stand it, can you? Ah Chan is buried in the ground at your feet. After no spell was cast all night, the corpse began to stink again. Let this hang be pressed with a spell, and it will no longer stink. After a few days, it will rot to the bone, and it will never stink. ”

As soon as the leading old mage sat down, he took a wooden stick and struck the ground next to the great swordsman to admonish. The sticks emitted a faint glow, and the stench on the ground disappeared. But the smell of urine and feces still fills the dungeon, and it can't be dispersed.

"Ghost old man. Aren't you going to destroy this filthy, depraved world and regenerate it, and to kill all the people, gods and demons and all that bullshit to the scum?" Redseus closed his eyes flirtatiously and asked the strange old man in front of him quippedly.

"Blame the damned amphibians! Ben Hang had already invented a bomb recipe that would destroy the world, and he was about to blow up the earth, the sky, and the sea, and trample Taurasi under his feet forever to become the archmage of creation.

As a result, those damned amphibious people treacherously arrested us and handed us over to the bandits of the Five Elements Chamber of Commerce, and then we were sold to this place in a daze. The old mage, who was trying to destroy the world, raised the wooden stick in his hand and gritted his teeth and complained.

"And what happened to the bomb you studied?" asked Redseus, his eyes lit up.

"How else can it be!?The equipment has been smashed by them, and this hangs that heartache!--" The old mage, who tried to destroy the world, stroked his long, white and dirty beard, and clutched his chest with a painful expression.

"Senior Brother's recipe is still there. Do you have any money with you? Fifty copper plates, and they can be transferred to you. Beside him, the old mage, who owed a lot of debt, hurriedly turned his head over, took out a note from his bosom, and told Redseus.

Seeing this, the anxious swordsman took out a silver coin from his bosom (ready to be used for bribery at a critical time. ), exchanged the note in the hand of the old mage who owed the debt.

"Thank you. I won't give change. "Come on, come on... Uncle Ben will open another game today, and he will definitely win it, and he will be in a desperate situation!"

After all, gambling for a small amount of money was almost the only entertainment these slaves had in the dungeon. Redseus hurriedly took the note to his eyes and looked at it, only to see that it read: "Senior brother knows." The Great Swordsman suddenly felt extremely cheating.

"Little brother. Are you here to help us out?" asked the pessimistic and desperate old mage with a sad face.

"The barbarian troops outside are almost gone. I saw that I could not win the war, so I came here to be a slave, trying to pick up a dog's life and survive. Redseus replied with a deliberate smirk.

"Woo!--it's over! I'm going to die with this old bone. The pessimistic and desperate old mage wailed, stood up, and slammed his head against the wall of the cell. The wall was suddenly dented by a large hole.

"Boy. Don't tease him. Tauraxi knew that he always liked to seek death, so he gave him a body that was almost indestructible. Look at the big holes in the wall. If you want to sleep tonight, don't mess with it. "The old mage who tried to destroy the world kindly advised.

"In that case, there is no way to escape. The old man went to tell the whistle and replaced the senior brother as the head of the cell. Senior brother, you are waiting here obediently, and I can leave you with a whole corpse when the time comes. The extremely selfish old mage's eyes rolled around, and he stood up and made a statement.

The old mage, who tried to destroy the world, held a wooden stick in his hand, knocked out this mean, selfish, and quick-talking junior brother from behind with a smothered stick.

"This guy is always concerned with himself, so he cursed him, and whatever he thought in his heart, especially the things that he was complacent and smug, he would blurt out. The old mage who tried to destroy the world emphasized.

"How many of you can save us, what if you can't save us?" The last old mage (cowardly) followed his brother, plucked up his courage and asked Redseus worriedly.