At six o'clock in the morning, the Red Fort of the Monitor Lizard City, the Eldest Princess Tower.

The crystal lamps emit a soft glow, and the ceramic cups sit on the white round table, and the coffee inside is already cold.

A slender and white hand pressed against the table, its owner seemed to be in a state of anger, and its five fingers were spread out in a ray shape, looking strong and impatient.

Under the light, the fingertips were dotted with bright red nails, like five sparkling blood-colored gemstones.

"Gavin Marris, I ask you to do your best to kill that man!"

"Oh, my dear sister, it's only six o'clock in the morning, and shouldn't a beautiful girl lie down on velvet and dream of knights and princesses?"

The lazy and casual voice of the Red Dragon Grand Prince came from there.

"Gavin, I'm talking to you about business!" Lacey said solemnly.

"Oh, my dear sister, are you too attached to that person?" The tone on the other side was a little more serious, "Take 10,000 steps back, he is just one of the many vassals at the feet of the red dragon, there is no need to be so nervous." ”

"He's a vassal of the Northern Alliance!" Lacey reminded.

"So what's the difference? Don't forget, you're the chief of the Northern Alliance's guard, the closest person to Princess Alia. ”

"I just want to remind you that he will be the greatest enemy of the Maris family ever!" Lesie's voice couldn't help but raise a few points.

There was silence for a while, and then said, "To be honest, I don't think he has such ability, even if he has just won a commendable victory, he is just a country nobleman without any family support and no glorious history, so I think ......" There was a pause, and said in a strengthened tone, "We should win over such an object and use it for the Maris royal family, rather than pushing him out." ”

"You don't understand his danger......" Lacey sighed helplessly. She felt very powerless about this brother's brain. The other party inherited his father's rugged heroism, but he did not inherit his father's boldness and carefulness.

The tone over there froze, "Compared to these, I think you should pay more attention to the reputation of being the princess of the royal family." In the last war, you should not have made such a major mistake that the father was torn between a rock. ”

"You know what!" Lacey grabbed the communicator, her knuckles turned white from excessive exertion, her body trembled slightly, forcibly suppressed her anger, and said word by word, "One day, you will pay a heavy price for your contempt today!" ”

After saying that, she snapped and hung up the communication.

At half past seven in the morning, on the border of the Principality of Silverclaw, the temporary headquarters of the expeditionary force in Dada Town.

"Wow......"

In the winding caverns, the sound of heels hitting the ground can be heard from far and near.

Tungsten light bulbs hang from the stone walls. Due to the unstable voltage, the light flickered on and off. A tall figure walked from the darkness, and his slender and full thighs alternated under the black and white lace skirt, revealing a thrilling snow white from time to time.

This is a very good-looking woman, with a small face, delicate facial features, a little thin and cool between the eyebrows, beautiful and beautiful, and a dusty temperament.

She held the disc in one hand, and her posture was extremely standard, the level of the disc was level with the corner of her eye.

On the plate is a coffee maker, milk and sugar cube, as well as an omelette, a slice of ham, and two steaming steamed buns.

This is an abandoned mine cave located on the top of the Dada Town Mine, which was converted into the Mayor's Mansion by the original Mayor of the Town, and the front is used as a rest room.

Recently, because of the war, the master got up early, and the head maid prepared breakfast according to the usual schedule.

The iron door at the end of the passage was closed, and the head maid stood in the doorway for a long time, not hearing any movement inside

He put his breakfast on the small table by the door, then sat down on his knees and waited quietly for his master to wake up.

As a maid, she will not disturb her master's rest unless you have a special note.

More than an hour later, at about nine o'clock in the morning, there was still no movement inside the iron gate. The head maid looked at the breakfast that had cooled on the plate, and seemed to be thinking about whether to heat it up or make a new one, when the footsteps of military boots suddenly sounded in the passageway.

"Wow......"

A well-built female officer in a military uniform walked by.

Seeing the head maid kneeling beside him, he couldn't help but let out a "huh", turned his head to look at the closed iron door, and asked in a low voice, "He hasn't gotten up yet?" ”

"I thought you were in there."

The maid's answer made the female officer's cheeks blush slightly, "It can't always be me." She retorted, "I thought you were in there." ”

The head maid had a quiet face, as a court maid, sleeping is one of the most basic jobs, and there is nothing to be ashamed of. She replied earnestly, "I went to bed very early last night. ”

In order to ensure that she has enough energy to take care of her master, the maid usually goes to bed at nine o'clock in the evening and wakes up at five o'clock the next morning.

Next, the two did not communicate again, but just stood quietly at the door.

After a while, about fifteen minutes or so, the female officer turned and left. As a Legion Leader, she still has a lot of things to deal with, and she can't stay here like a maid. She just came over to say hello, and by the way, if necessary, to solve the problem of morning fire for the commander. But now it seems that there should be no need for it today.

After the female officer left, the head maid made a new breakfast and continued to wait at the door.

But today the master slept very deeply, and there was no sound in the lounge.

Time passed quietly, and the maid who had made breakfast three times changed to lunch, then lunch to dinner, and dinner to supper.

The situation is a bit abnormal, the owner seems to have slept too long, and the schedule before that is very regular. The head maid was a little worried and called the female officer over.

"If you're worried, just knock on the door."

Seeing that the maid chief was a little hesitant, the female officer approached the iron door and knocked lightly twice.

There was still no movement inside. She glanced at the chief maid, who nodded, and the former struck harder, two more times.

"Tuk Tuk ......"

There was still no response inside, and it seemed to be sleeping deeply.

"Knock knock!"

The female officer made a lot of effort and knocked heavily on the door, but there was still no movement inside.

"What's going on?" The female officer's beautiful face showed a worried look.

"Kick the door!" The head maid immediately made a decision, pulled the female officer away, and then raised her long legs, blue light appeared on her heels, and kicked it down.

"Bang dang!"

The iron gate was deformed by the huge force and slowly fell backwards.

What caught his eye was the owner lying on the ground.

The two women's faces changed in unison, and they quickly rushed into the house.

Turn the person over, eyes closed, and appear to be in a coma. The two women quickly checked, one touching his nose and the other touching his chest.

"Breathing normally......" "Heartbeat ...... normal"

"Psionic vision." "Hmm!"

The eyes of the two women bloomed blue, and the world turned black and white, and countless tiny silk threads stretched out from the surface of their bodies and flowed to the palms of their hands.

Opening the palm of the hand, there is a copper pocket watch. The spiritual energy in Chen Xing's body was slowly flowing here. But it can be clearly felt that the psionic energy does not stay in the pocket watch, but flows to the unknown void

Space.

The sight of the eyes, instead of making them breathe a sigh of relief, made them even more nervous.

There are various signs that Chen Xing is communicating the undercurrent of time and space. But they didn't dare to do anything, or even move Chen Xing's position.

They all have experience in communicating the undercurrents of time and space, and they know that they can't move their positions casually, otherwise the spatial coordinates will change, causing their consciousness to be lost in endless darkness.

Communicating space-time undercurrents is an extremely dangerous thing to do, and it is usually done in two or three hours. Chen Xing not only took much longer than normal, but also looked at the situation just now, as if he had entered passively, and he was completely unconscious.

"You take care of it here, I'll go out and keep watch."

Xiang Caidie, who has rich social experience, soon realized the seriousness of the problem, and once the news of Chen Xing's coma spread, it would be a catastrophe for the expeditionary force.

However, there are no impermeable walls in this world, especially for some special beings.

[Intrusion into the network......]

[The invasion was successful, and the highest authority for the temporary military communication network of the Northern Alliance Expeditionary Force has been obtained]

[Is the action reported to the First Authority if the action violates the interests of the Second Authority?] ]

[Execution: IGNORE INFO]

[Basis: Article 1 of the Supreme Law, Survival of Ethnic Groups]

……

I don't know how long it took, Chen Xing woke up.

When I opened my eyes, it was pitch black in front of me, and I couldn't see my fingers.

"Crunch, crunch......"

There was a faint sound under his feet, as if he was standing on an old wooden plank.

"Where is this?"

Chen Xing's heart moved, and he wanted to summon the torch goblin.

"Huh?"

For some reason, his consciousness sank like a stone into the sea, and there was no response. It seems to be imprisoned by some kind of force, and the realm cannot be opened.

He tried to stick out his finger again, releasing the lightning bolt from his fingertips. The electric light didn't burst out as usual, and it failed as well.

He quickly gave up, and it seemed that subconsciously, failure was normal.

In the darkness, he fumbled in front of him, feeling the fabric, like another person's back.

He was getting more and more strange, but it was too dark to see anything.

He subconsciously groped up and down, trying to find something to get light. A glimmer of light spilled out of the collar on his chest, and when he took it out, it was a pocket watch that emitted a shimmering glow.

With the help of the glimmer, he could see a few meters around him.

On the side is a wooden fence, badly decayed and covered with white mold spots.

On the fence hangs a tattered wooden sign with a string of letters written crookedly.

ThedeadsWharf

This place name is really weird.

He subconsciously turned his head and looked around, waiting for him to see the situation clearly, and couldn't help but take a cool breath.

What he saw was a rotting corpse. He was in front of him and behind him, standing in a line, seemingly in line.

The corpse stood there, very rotten, and its clothes were riddled with holes, revealing the rotten flesh inside.

Unlike the living dead. The skin of the living dead is pale and smooth, there is no extensive decay, and it can be felt that they are living creatures, but they are different from the human form.

The bones have obvious fluctuations in magical energy, but these rotting corpses have no breath, and are neither living creatures nor demonic power-driven monsters.