Yang Yuefan walked lightly, dodging the magic runes engraved on the ground, without making a sound, he recalled the last time he was out on the field.

How many years ago was that? The dagger in the bard's hand flickered with a cold light, and as a small group leader in the relevant department, he knew too much.

So much so that he wears an explosive collar every day when he sleeps, and if something happens, he has to make sure his head is blown to pieces.

When he fell into the group dedicated to the game, Yang Yuefan's heart was full of joy, and in the game, it was the first time in more than ten years that he fell asleep peacefully.

Before this game was completely broken by Chaos, he no longer had to worry about the threat of any evil god or any psionic awakener.

In the spaceship, which is millions of kilometers away from the earth, Yang Yuefan will take time to deliver news to China every day, including the Chaos Worshippers in the Far South who have a high frequency of activities, and the demon hunters who have repeatedly killed the Chaos camp and broken the bloodshed.

All the information that he found valuable was reported, and in the Loess Region, there was a special department responsible for aggregating and analyzing this intelligence from all over the world.

And some important news that happened in the game world will also be passed on to Yang Yuefan for reference, such as the newly formed anti-intellectual committee, which will eliminate players around the world who try to copy various modern technologies in the game.

For example, two Witch Kings were fired at close range by red-coated cannons near the East China Sea, and nearly 300 players above the Transcendent nearly sank the Witch Kings across the sea.

At present, the Loess District is consciously collecting information about the New World, so Yang Yuefan plans to do a big deal.

"I'm a little different, Master Mage." Yang Yuefan's gloomy voice sounded behind the mage Werther, and at the same time, a bright dagger was placed on the mage's neck.

The mage Werther in the magic tower was defenseless, he never dreamed that someone could touch the tower and threaten him with a dagger!

Werther is also a battle-hardened man, and after nearly two years of fighting bugs, he's basically used to maintaining a combination of mage armor and contingency on himself.

This allows him to calmly deal with all kinds of sudden dangers, and buy a few seconds to save his life.

But today is different, he was overshadowed by the damn Seris when he was in the airship, and the spells on his body have already been used.

Because he had been in the Mage Tower, Witt felt that he would not encounter any danger, that he was a noble spellcaster, and that he did not need to face threats like those brutes.

So, Witt didn't replenish his protective spells, and at this point he was in a predicament.

"Do you know what you're doing?" The mage Werther calmly threatened: "Coercing a mage under the rule of the great witch king? Your best outcome is ......"

Yang Yuefan, who was also born in the Loyal Heir Academy, obviously has the same lineage as Xu Yichen in the way he treats prisoners.

Half of his ear fell on the console in front of the mage with blood, and Yang Yuefan said in the mage's ear: "My patience is not very good, you better cooperate with me a little, otherwise I will cut off your fingers." ”

"I know you have the skills to get your fingers back, but I'll shove your fingers into your mouth one by one and let you eat them." Behind the mage, the man with the knife didn't tremble in his dagger, and said frightening words in a calm tone: "I guess even if you can grow your fingers again, it's not as flexible as it is now, it's a painful thing for the spellcaster, right?" ”

"What do you want?" Mage Werther said bitterly, seeing his own blood, he felt that things were starting to get tricky.

As a full-fledged mage, Werther has killed countless enemies with his own hands, but most of them are bugs and slaves. Separated by a distance of more than ten meters or even dozens of meters, "Bang! "Your enemies have been turned into corpses in flames or frost or lightning.

At this distance, the mage Werther was powerless, especially since the attacker behind him had some knowledge of the caster.

"It's very simple, first of all, untie the minds of the group of slaves below." Yang Yuefan made the first request, and he had a vague impression of Abraham.

It seems that the other party is the leader of a resister organization that has been active in the New World recently, and many American imperialist players who can't get along are working under the other party's command.

Without hesitation, the mage Werther slowly stretched out a hand to show that he had no intention of resisting, and slowly pressed his palm to his temple.

It was slippery in the hand, and Waite knew it was his own blood.

The mage seemed to be deep in thought, searching for something in his mind, and then the hand pulled out hard, and Yang Yuefan seemed to hear the sound of something being torn off.

Under the tower, the slave soldiers suddenly threw down their weapons, held their heads in their hands, bent down in pain, and let out a scream.

Even Abraham, who was beside the demon hunter, changed his face, squatted down, pressed his temple with one hand, and cold sweat ran down his forehead.

"You see, it's not a good thing that freedom comes so suddenly." The Demon Hunter watched as the swarm of insects in the distance began to regroup, moving in the direction of the fortress: "This time, you have to take your people and rely on yourself to face your fears. ”

"Don't worry, we've been through so many situations like this, it's nothing compared to freedom." Abraham stood up straight, undaunted by the swarm of insects in the distance with the sun surging in his back.

In fact, he had never felt so good!

There was a cool breeze, and the rising sun shone on the earth with a lazy sun, and the insects shook the ground slightly as they ran, and even the smell of blood from the corpses in the fortress made him intoxicated.

It was as if a blind man had seen the light for the first time, and a newborn baby had opened his eyes for the first time: "My brothers! We are free! ”

Standing on the city wall, Abraham with his back to the direction of the rising sun, raised his arms and shouted, a suit of silver armor glittering in the morning sun.

The slave soldiers, staggering and bewildered across from him, were looking at their surroundings with puzzled eyes.

These slave soldiers also have a sense and memory of the outside world when their minds are suppressed, but they will unconditionally obey the orders of higher personnel.

Now that they have finally been freed, their identity has also changed to fugitive slaves, and their former masters have become enemies, and many of them have expressions of fear on their faces.

And in the sky, the huge airship had already dropped the Solid Cat.