A few days later, it was 9 a.m. on DR3717-01-03 and 119 p.m. Scith time. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Iron Slag slowly opened his eyes, and what caught his eye was a carcass / body lying horizontally at his side. The sleeping Mu Qianhe was leisurely and quiet, half lying there, like a lazy little ewe. He couldn't help but reach out and ruffle the hair from her face, then crawled out of bed. After getting dressed, I drank a glass of water, and then left the bedroom and went down to the dining room, where I opened the day's newspaper while eating breakfast.

"The world was shocked! The princess of the temple made three vows not to marry, not to leave an inheritance, not to give birth to an heir, and to join the Holy Light Inquisition......"

"Dangchang!" The moment he saw the news, Tie Slag's whole person was stunned, and even if the tableware in his hand fell to the ground, he didn't react.

Although they have different positions with each other, they once loved each other after all. When he parted, he only hoped that she could live a little better. However, she used such a decisive way to vent her love and hate.

Reading between the lines of the newspaper, he seemed to see the girl standing in the abandoned gas station, surrounded by evil men, pointing a gun at her temple.

The eyes full of tears, but still stubborn, are as if they were yesterday, and they are still fresh in their memories.

Her love, like a fire, would rather burn herself to ashes than forget the original heartbeat.

Her hatred is like an abyss, dark as ink, bottomless, cold and calm, chilling to the bone.

Perhaps, when they meet again, they will have to fight each other......

"Toot toot toot...... Toot Toot ......"

Suddenly, his communicator rang.

It was Mu Yuli's voice, and after she connected it, she said straight to the point: "The warrior of the Norseth family, the guardian of the holy wolf, there is a poor woman who needs your help. ”

"Is that you?" Iron slag paused for a moment, then asked with a smile.

"Young man, you are blaspheming the rain god." She reminded, a hint of anger in her voice.

"Well, my goddess, what do you command, please speak." Iron Slag replied solemnly.

Then, Mu Yu Lily of the Valley told him in detail about the situation.

A few days ago, Valery of the Belle Foundation suddenly disappeared. It just so happened that several of the mines she was in charge of were near Stormkeep, so the Starlight Rite contacted her to help find Valerya's whereabouts.

After a series of investigations, Yevgeny, the head of Sequoia Fortress, and Tokuda Daichi, the head of Hirano Fortress, were the most suspicious. They once pursued Valerya, but they were all rejected. It is likely that he held a grudge because of this, and took advantage of the insect tide and the festival of praise to take her captive and hide her in a fortress.

"Just for the sake of beauty?" Iron Slag wondered.

"Doesn't it align with your values? Juvenile. Mu Yu Lily of the Valley accentuated her tone and asked rhetorically.

"This ......" Iron Slag hesitated, for some reason, he actually smelled a hint of conspiracy, even if it was his own woman who told the story.

"It is said that in Polar Paradise, a beautiful woman can be auctioned for hundreds of thousands of gold coins, and it is not uncommon for people to take risks for the sake of beauty." Seeing that the iron slag was not easy to fool, Mu Yulily of the Valley immediately changed her strategy and tried to persuade him with reason.

"Paradise? What came from? Iron Slag asked curiously, he seemed to hear a new term.

"A filthy place, don't ask too much, that's not the place you should go." Mu Yu Lily of the Valley said.

Although "good ......" was a little puzzled, he still chose to agree. It is obviously unwise to offend this powerful woman.

"We're pretty sure that Valeria is locked up in the basement of Sequoia Fortress, and I need you to find a way to get her out." Mu Yu Lily of the Valley said, her tone was unquestionable.

"Now?" Iron Slag asked. Both of them were smart people, so he didn't ask questions like, "Why are you so clear about her location?" "Why was she arrested?" problems.

"Preferably in three hours." Mu Yu Lily of the Valley suggested.

"Okay." Iron Slag replied. After hanging up the communication, he quickly finished breakfast, then returned to the office, uploaded the structure diagram of Sequoia Fortress sent by Mu Yu Lily of the Valley to the main computer of the fortress, and printed it out.

Then, he called Tie Ling, Zhao Wenke and the Black Pig King up to study the rescue plan together.

"Battle Song Shaman, I must remind you ......" After listening to the whole story, Zhao Wenke couldn't help frowning, and said, "In any case, Muyu Lily of the Valley is the rain sacrifice of Notre Dame, and her plan may not be in line with the interests of the brilliant camp...... In fact, he almost said, "She is your woman, and she may not sacrifice you, but the people around you are not in her consideration." ”

"Don't worry, I'll be measured." Iron Slag replied. After spending a long time with such strong women, if you still don't understand their position, it's really in vain. First of all, Lina, if she cared a little about Ye Xinling back then, Ye Xinling might not have died. In the same way, in Mu Yuli's eyes, except for the people she values, the rest can be sacrificed.

"That's good." Zhao Wenke nodded, and then continued to look at the drawings, without dwelling on this issue.

Half an hour later, the four of them discussed the plan, gathered the people, and set off.

Zhao Wenke will lead thirty power armor warriors and twenty logistics personnel, disguised as a caravan, to meet ten kilometers outside the Sequoia Fortress. The Black Pig King led five power armor warriors, rode on a motorcycle, and stood by near the fortress. Iron Slag and Iron Bell pretend to be past bounty warriors and enter the fortress to save people.

About forty minutes later, a convoy of wagons wrapped in tattered canvas entered the military precinct of Sequoia Fortress. Then, Zhao Wenke sent a request to Sequoia for passage in the name of a small caravan that he had acquired half a year ago. Within ten minutes, the Redwood Fortress patrol was on the scene.

"What are they?" A redwood squad leader who was biting a cheap cigar asked in a gruff voice.

"It's nothing unusual, it's just some food, and I'm going to take it to the territory of the demon clan to exchange it for some ore." Zhao Wenke's one of his swallow's nest personnel disguised as a businessman said.

"What about the documents and the toll tax?" The Sequoia Squad leader held out his hand.

"It's all ...... here," he said, handing over the caravan's documents and a small bag of silver coins.

As soon as the Sequoia Squad opened the folder, he saw two gold coins sandwiched between the papers.

"Hmm......" he pretended to read the papers, and quietly poured the gold coins into his jacket pocket. He has never refused the benefit fee given by the caravan, after all, these traders who trade with the demons always have some secrets that cannot be seen, such as strategic resources and population......

After receiving the benefits, the team leader threw the money bag containing the toll tax to his subordinates, stuffed the folder back to the merchant, and then waved his hand to signal for the release.

After another twenty minutes, the convoy arrived at the intended location. Iron Slag and Black Pig King and others left the convoy and continued to move forward.

At 12 o'clock in the morning of Silver City time and 122 o'clock in the evening of Set's time, wearing a pullover robe, covered with dusty iron slag, pushing a dilapidated locomotive and carrying iron bells in the same costume, he slowly walked into the gate of Sequoia Fortress.

"Where did it come from?" As they passed the sentry, a redwoods wearing a crimson tarpaulin uniform, a small green tree painted on their chest, and carrying an assault rifle reached out to stop them.

"From the west." As he spoke, Iron Slag patted the cloth bag around his waist, making a soft sound of bones rubbing.

"Brother, the harvest is good." The Sequoia team member said with a smile.

"Hmm." Iron Slag nodded lightly. At this time, the guards must not be bribed, otherwise the flaws will be exposed. Because the bounty warriors of Desert No. 5 are used to licking blood with knives, they are not afraid of anything wherever they go. What's more, if any fortress dares to embarrass them and spread the word, they won't want to do business in the future.

"Who's sitting in the back, are you a woman?" The redwood team member asked again after glancing at the iron bell that was straddling the locomotive.

Iron Slag didn't answer, just stared at each other quietly, that cold gaze, as if looking at a prey.

The redwood team member was uncomfortable with his staring, and then stepped out of the way and said, "Brother, I'm just asking, don't mind, I wish you a nice night." ”

"Thank you." Iron Slag said expressionlessly.

It didn't take long for the two of them to park the locomotive, walk into the bar in the fortress, order some food and ale, and while eating, they observed the people around them, looking for an opportunity to start.

"Boss, open a room for me." After a long time, a Sequoia officer, sitting near the bar, wearing a crimson tarpaulin uniform and a captain's badge, drunkenly stood up with a good-looking girl in his arms, and shouted at the bar owner while pinching her ass hard.

"Please wait a minute...... the bar owner quickly threw the rag over his shoulder, then reflexively took out a key from the cabinet, threw it to the officer, and said flatteringly, "Boss, have fun." ”

"Everything is complete, right?" The officer asked.

"Everything." The barkeeper replied with a meaningful smile.

Hearing the conversation between the two, the girl instinctively shrunk her body, looking a little flustered.

"Little slut, I'll let you try your uncle's skills tonight." Seeing the girl's reaction, the officer burst out laughing, then put his arm around her and staggered up to the second floor.

The door was opened with the key, and the officer pushed the girl into the room and followed her inside.

"Hey......hey" looked at the panicked girl and let out a lewd/lewd laugh.

"Off...... Close the door ......," the girl reminded timidly.

"Still shy, hahaha......" He laughed again, but turned to close the door anyway.

Then he picked up the girl, threw her on the bed, and was about to pounce on her, but at that moment, her whole body suddenly froze.

"Poof!"

He struggled to lower his head, watching the sharp blade coming out of his chest, muttering in his throat, but not making any sound.

"Sneer......"

The moment the blade was withdrawn, blood spurted out. Lying on the bed, the girl with her eyes closed was suddenly sprayed all over her face with warm blood. As soon as she opened her eyes, before she could scream, she was covered in her mouth and knocked unconscious. After doing all this, Iron Bell opened the door and let the iron slag in.

"What is she going to do?" After closing the door, Iron Bell asked in a low voice.

Iron Slag glanced around, pointed to the closet, and paced forward, spitting at the corpse's wound. It didn't take long for the corpse's skin to swell slightly, like freshly boiled water.

"Squeak Squeak......"

Immediately afterward, scout ants covered in carapaces, six feet long, and covered with membranous wings burst out, shaking off the flesh and blood on their bodies, flapping their wings, and making a fine hissing sound.

Iron Slag walked to the window, pushed open the glass window, and the swarm of soldier ants immediately flew out.

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