Twisting the steel bars welded to the windows, the iron slag drilled into the fourth floor of the fortress and walked quickly towards the "forbidden area". Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After passing through a stainless steel corridor, a semicircular metal gate suddenly opened up.

"Sir." Seeing the iron slag, Sofia Buuvello, who was guarding the gate of the penalty area, immediately greeted him with several team members. All members of the Nightingale Group are female insectizers carefully selected from multiple gathering places in the southern continent, each of whom has two or three insectization abilities, and is more or less related to perception, all of them are sharp-eyed and calm-acting snipers.

"Hmm." Iron Slag nodded. Then, Sophia made a gesture to the team members at the gate behind her, and the team members immediately pulled down the gate, only to hear a soft "drop" sound, and the semicircular gate slowly lowered.

Walking into the door, it is a monitoring room of forty or fifty square meters. On the wall are clusters of LCD screens, showing images from multiple corners of the restricted area.

"She's awake?" Iron Slag asked one of the Nightingale team members in front of the monitoring desk.

"Report sir, she got up and sat for a while, then fell asleep again." The Nightingale member stood up and said.

Looking up, in several of the surveillance screens, Lena was holding a quilt, curled up on the wide bed, and seemed to be sleeping soundly. There is only a living room between her bedroom and the monitoring room, and she can be seen through the small door of the side door and bypassing the wine cabinet and sofa.

But the Iron Slag had no intention of waking her up, and according to the ancient texts of the Temple of Glory, the Dragonborn was very lethargic, and if the dormancy was disturbed, his temper would become very irritable. Maybe there was too much commotion just now, and her secondary brain woke her up, releasing Long Wei to drive away pesky mosquitoes and flies.

At the same time, under the control of Hagrid, Zhao Wenke and others, order gradually returned to the hall.

In order to calm down the influence just now, Zhao Wenke arrested a few suspicious men and asked the soldiers to escort them outside and execute them on the spot.

"You can't do that!" "Uncle, military master, I didn't do anything!" "Spare your life, spare your life......" "Don't ...... Don't kill me! Several men struggled and were dragged out.

Seeing this, Hagrid immediately chased after him and asked, "Do you have any evidence?" ”

"No need ......for evidence," Zhao Wenke walked from behind him and whispered in his ear, "We have an old saying in the Far East, which says that heavy codes are used in wartime. ”

"That is, they are likely to be innocent?" Hagrid asked, frowning.

"It's just possible." Zhao Wenke replied. In such extraordinary times, the problem can only be solved by extraordinary means, otherwise it will not be possible to calm the emotions of the soldiers and deter potential enemies.

"I don't agree." Hagrid said in a deep voice, and then waved his hand, and the soldier in charge of escorting immediately stopped. The Chifeng Guards were recruited by him, and he also had a certain reputation among the bounty warriors of Wind Sand Castle, so when it came to the critical moment, they naturally listened to him.

"Boss, you can't do this, for the sake of a small section, regardless of the lives of more than 5,000 people in the entire fortress." Zhao Wenke hurriedly lowered his voice and said.

"It's not a subsection, it's a reason." Hagrid grimaced and said solemnly, "Brilliant fury destroys only true evil. ”

"And ......"

"I never thought that the five thousand lives in the fortress were more precious than the four in front of me.

"Before life, everyone is equal."

"There is no distinction between high and low, no distinction between importance and importance, and there is no distinction between many and too little, whether it is one person or 100,000 people, they are all equal."

"We are all in the genetic chain, sharing the glory of our ancestors."

"The kind of view that you in the Far East pursue, at the expense of the minority, for the benefit of the many, is very absurd in the eyes of our brilliant lineage."

Seeing that he was not convinced by Hagrid, Zhao Wenke sighed helplessly and said, "Otherwise, let's listen to your fifth child's opinion first, and then make a decision, okay?" ”

"Old Five, come out and talk." Hagrid picked up the communicator and said.

It didn't take long for the iron slag to come down from the upper floor, and after asking about the situation, he said, "It's not easy......

"Put a few empty guns and throw them all in jail."

"This ......" "Uh......" Hagrid and Zhao Wenke were stunned at the same time, they didn't expect the iron slag plan to be so simple and crude, but it was effective.

After the iron slag left, Zhao Wenke patted Hagrid's shoulder and said, "It seems that ...... Your family has a career politician. ”

For a moment, Hagrid couldn't tell whether he was happy or worried, good or bad. Politicians are usually treacherous and cunning, putting profit first in everything and losing everything. However, the best leaders are often also the most cunning conspirators.

Just when Hagrid and Zhao Wenke were looking at each other, in the Wind Sand Castle, in a small building in Lao Street, the old blind eye was spitting on dozens of small leaders under him, doing a general mobilization before the war.

"For thousands of years, we corpse carriers have ......" "It seems that corpse carriers are only more than 600 years old, right?" The old blind man's voice froze, but there was a discordant voice among his subordinates.

The old blind man coughed lightly, cleared his throat, and changed his words: "For six hundred years, we corpse transporters have been diligent, conscientious, and brave...... "Heroic? "Dreadnought?" But before he could say a word, another discordant voice came out.

"We corpse carriers are diligent and conscientious, like rats in the sewers and cockroaches in the horns, and with tenacious vitality, we have established a huge underground kingdom......" "Six houses and half a street." Someone reminded again.

This time, the old blind man didn't change his words, only to see him straighten up his rickety waist, hold a black object and slap it the small table, "snap", and shouted with full anger: "Six houses and half a street, can't it be huge!" Later, in order to avoid misunderstandings between peers, he added, "Not to mention that there is not half a street......

"Old man, let's get to the point." A small leader leaned forward slightly and whispered a suggestion.

"The point is, this insect tide, we must guard the cold storage, guard the foundation of our corpse transporters, and can't let half a worm in......" Speaking of this, he paused, and there seemed to be a glimmer of light in his empty eyes, and then shouted and asked, "Boys, do you understand!" ”

"Got it!" The little leaders responded in unison.

At this moment, at the other end of the old street, in a hut draped with colorful curtains, cleaned up all around, and planted with some flowers and plants, an old woman with gray hair and a kind face was talking to several disciples. Her voice was soft and slow, but clear and majestic.

Candles were lit in the hut, and the reddish candlelight reflected the young faces, flickering and dimming.

A girl stood beside an old woman, her whole body hidden in a black trench coat. Beneath that hood was a pair of eyes as bright as snow.

"Fifty-three years ago, the old sewing man handed over the cold storage to me...... "The old woman said slowly, "this blink of an eye, half a century has passed, and I have become an old sewing corpse ......"

"This cold storage has been passed down from generation to generation, and sooner or later, it will also reach your hands."

"This is the inheritance left to us by our ancestors, and we must keep it."

"Yes." The disciples responded in unison.

"Iron bells." The old woman turned her head and said to the girl beside her.

"The disciple is here." Iron Bell replied. Compared with a few months ago, her temperament has become more calm, but for some reason, there is a trace of yin and stingy aura on her body, like a cold corpse, which makes people feel inexplicably afraid.

"Although you haven't been in the business for a long time, you have excellent talent, so I'll leave it to you this time to guard the cold storage on my behalf." The old woman said as she looked at the other disciples. As far as the eye could see, the disciples lowered their eyes one after another.

"Yes." Tie Ling bowed slightly and said.

Fifteen hours later, it was 1 a.m. on DR3716-12-19 and 118 p.m. on Set.

The black swarm of insects still surged around the Chifeng Fortress, like a viscous liquid flowing on the ground.

Iron Slag and Hagrid sat on the city wall, sipping cold beer as they stared at the swarm not far away. Since Lena fell asleep again, the swarm has gradually moved closer again. The swarm of flies seemed to change direction and did not fly over the fortress.

So, while there were bugs everywhere outside, there was peace inside the fortress.

"In a few days it will be the Feast of the Gods, so we must celebrate it this year." Hagrid said. It is worthy of a person who walks between life and death, and at this moment, he can still think of the New Year. The New Year of the Far Easterners is generally around February, while the New Year of the Westerners, the Central People, and the inhabitants of the southern cemeteries is the Feast of the Gods in December, and the Northern Wilderness is celebrated with both festivals.

"I can go catch some gerbils and come back." Iron Slag said. Although as a ground person, I have no concept of festivals. But during the years in Iron Mountain, on this day, the nuns of the Temple of Prayer for Rain would come down to give alms and give out two pieces of fragrant cheese bread.

Because of the bread, he remembered the festival. Although for him, cheese bread has long lost its allure, but the beauty in his memory has endured.

When he thought of bread, he couldn't help but think of the two sisters of the Mu Yu family. If they made it themselves, wouldn't it be a little sweeter?

Unbeknownst to him and them, however, he had received a strange-tasting cheese bread stuffed with a ball of paper stuffed inside, made by the two sisters themselves.

At that time, they walked into the kitchen with curiosity, and under the guidance of the cooks, they made a random bread that seemed to be fine, but it tasted a lot of problems. And the unfortunate one who received this bread was the young man who was sitting at the head of the city in reverie......

Between thoughts, a starlight suddenly flashed in the sky, and then, a streamer of light was not drunk.

"Turbulent ......"

The sound of long jets came from above and below, and finally disappeared into a corner of the fortress, Iron Slag and Hagrid looking at each other at the same time.

"I'm the Platinum Knight of the Third Brigade of the Fifth Army of the Dawn Expeditionary Force, Benjamin Rado, and I need to see your supreme leader here." As soon as the meteor fell, he straightened up and shouted at the soldiers around him.