When Sang Zhefeng and the others came out of the fifth-order mage's residence, Sang Zhefeng kept frowning, thinking about something. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Hai Duyu didn't speak, just silently followed behind Sang Zhefeng.

Ku'er and Lan Qi'er didn't come with him this time, Sang Zhefeng was still afraid that they would be injured, after all, the guy they were going to deal with this time was not something that should exist in this world, based on them in this world, and there might be danger.

Mokalin was also left in Serrigan by Sanzhefeng, and was given a death order - to ask Kur and Lancer if anything happened to her.

Although Sang Zhefeng really didn't want that guy to protect Ku'er and Lan Qi'er, it seemed that no one but her could do this......

The only people who came here were Twilight, Heatham, and Joan of Arc - but after the suppression of the previous Dao's IQ, Joan of Arc was no longer going to say anything......

She can rarely think of things that Sang Zhefeng can think of, not that she is stupid, but the scope of Sang Zhefeng's knowledge is too large, and it is inevitable that such a situation will occur......

"Tetsufeng, do you think of anything?"

Heatham didn't bother at all, she was still there and kept asking Sanzhefeng all kinds of questions - anyway, she had been satirized countless times by Sanzhefeng when she was in the system before, and she was used to it.

Sang Zhefeng looked at Heatham, smiled slightly, and said, "I'm wondering what that fifth-order mage has gone through. ”

After that, Sang Zhefeng also touched his chin and said, "After all, as a fifth-order mage, her spiritual power should be very powerful, and it should be difficult for her to go crazy under normal circumstances...... In other words, there should be some external force. ”

Heatham couldn't help but be stunned for a moment after hearing Sang Zhefeng's words, and then muttered a little: "Ah...... yes. ”

Sang Zhefeng just smiled and didn't say anything.

Instead, Heatham frowned and looked at Sang Zhefeng, and finally said to himself, "Why didn't you be so gentle with me before?" ”

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"I'm sorry, but I didn't succeed in curing the mage, she's too mentally unstable. I could only get a little bit of information from her words. ”

Sang Zhefeng stood in front of the old king, and said gently, the old king's face did not look very good, probably because even the sage could not be cured, then there would be no chance of being cured-this reason.

And Heathem next to him was silently complaining in his heart - you are a rescuer?

"It's okay......"

The old king's voice was a little lonely, but he quickly adjusted back, and then said, "I just received a message from the border soldiers, there are some information about the undead legion, do you need this?" ”

"Of course." Sang Zhefeng said gently: "I need it very much. ”

Sang Zhefeng has always had this gentle smiling face now, but I don't know why, the old king always has an illusion when he sees Sang Zhefeng's smiling face.

It's like...... In front of him was not the famous sage, but a calculating devil.

But the old king still suppressed the doubts in his heart, after all, he had seen the influence of the sage, and the one here was definitely the sage. Even disguise magic would never be able to imitate such a similarity.

Sang Zhefeng was still there smiling gently, and the old king couldn't help but be silent for a while, and then said, "Please come with me." ”

Sang Zhefeng nodded and followed the old king.

But what he didn't notice was that the eyes of the sea twilight rain behind him were filled with some strange and complicated looks.

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"The undead this time are completely different from the previous ones, they are not just bones and zombies, there are some more terrifying things."

A soldier in armor stood in front of a shadow dropper and said with a straight face, "We have observed more than five new types of undead. ”

He said as he pointed to the screen over there.

"Among them, the more conspicuous is a giant creature similar to a corpse stitching monster, this kind of thing moves slowly, but the strength is ......."

"Huh? Isn't this an abomination? ”

Heatham looked at the huge stitching monsters on the shadow in surprise, and couldn't help but speak in surprise.

"Huh?" The soldier was stunned for a moment, and he just wanted to reprimand the person who interrupted his speech, and then swallowed his words back. He suddenly remembered that he was not looking at the recruits, but the girl next to the great sage—it wouldn't be fun if he kept shouting.

"You...... Know this? ”

"Hmm." Heatham nodded, "Yes." ”

"That'...... What about this? The soldier changed the picture again.

"The Headless Horseman."

"This? Tank zombies. Oh, the one next to it should be a ghost. ”

"Where's this?"

"Hmm...... I don't know, but it's kind of like a Big Mac. ”

Sang Zhefeng, who was on the side, couldn't help but pat Heatham's shoulder, and said curiously, "Where did you know that?" ”

"These are from the original film and television works on Earth."

Heatham patted his head and smiled. Then she pouted at Twilight and said, "She should know too." ”

Sang Zhefeng set his eyes on Hai Duyu again, only to see the latter nod with a serious face, and said, "Indeed, ......"

Sang Zhefeng's face slowly became gloomy, and then he spoke: "In that case...... It's not going to be good......"

"Huh?" Heatham was really dazed now, she stared blankly at Sanzhefeng and Twilight Rain, not knowing what they were thinking.

Sangzhefeng and Twilight didn't explain, just looked at each other, then looked at Heatham and Joan of Arc, and said, "It seems that we have to take a look at the so-called army of the undead." ”

"Huh? Just a few of us? Don't have to go with the army? Shouldn't you be in the rear to give advice and lead humanity to ultimate victory? ”

Heatham still didn't react.

Sang Zhefeng glanced at the girl and said, "If it's really the same as I guessed, then no matter how many troops you go, it's just a matter of sending them to death." ”

"Sage-sage," the soldier over there frowned, "do you mean our military strength ......?"

"No, I'm not talking about you." Sang Zhefeng looked at the soldier.

"There's a good chance it's not a normal product."

Sang Zhefeng said word by word.