10 a.m. Silver City time DR3717-04-09, 62 a.m. Set. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

In a clearing 3,500 km from Chifeng Fortress, hundreds of tents are set up in a circle, surrounded by a fence made of sharpened wood.

In the middle of the camp is a large number of burrow worker ants, using their huge claws to crush rocks and level the ground. Thousands of crypt worker bees were circling in the sky, shuttling back and forth, flying from afar, throwing the collected rocks to the ground, and then flicking their wings and flying out of the camp.

If there were humans or demons here at this moment, they would definitely be surprised. Because around the tent, there are a large number of humans and El Ta workers. They stood or sit, some watched, some chatted, and some gathered together to play cards, looking relaxed and casual, as if they had become accustomed to the swarm in front of them.

At this moment, on a high ground not far from the camp, a tall and graceful woman, with a dignified and charming appearance, a temperament as cold as snow, and her whole body covered with a crimson scaly carapace, was holding her hands on her chest, watching the construction in full swing in the camp.

And beside her, there was a giant queen bee with a golden body lying on her stomach. Its membranous wings are more than ten meters long, draped on its back, reflecting a dazzling luster. The joints are thick and powerful, and the base of the hind legs is hugged by a person, and the front end is extremely sharp, deeply rooted in the soil, supporting the body. Looking backwards, its belly is swollen and large, giving it a heavy, fluid-filled feel. It's hard to believe that you can fly over the air with such a large belly.

This man and bee are none other than the bee ant colony that is entrenched on the outskirts of Desert Human-controlled Zone 5, two of the Big Five, the Crimson Queen Serazer Bagaret Amber and the Golden Queen Helena Celasia Tourmaline.

"Helena, thank you for your support." Serazer said with his hands on his chest and facing the queen bee.

"Whoop...... Helena let out a low roar as she danced her soft tentacles.

"I have instructed Edward Thorthy and Jiang Bowen to go to the human and demon strongholds and spread the news of Pure Land Town." Serazer said. Taking advantage of the war between humans and demons, she transformed her alien rebel gathering place into a neutral town according to her previous plan, providing a safe trading place for merchants of the two races, and collecting a certain tax to meet her own needs.

"Tsk!" Helena threw her head up and let out a sonorous chirp. The crisp voice, cracking the brocade and breaking the jade, went straight to the sky.

"Hehe~" Serazer chuckled, "Okay, I know you don't like them, but we need these people to beat the alien level for us." She paused, then added, "I believe that it won't be long before Pure Land Town will become a jewel in the Desert No. 5, providing us with all kinds of precious materials, as well as luxury goods that cannot be produced by professional insects, such as wine, jewelry, cosmetics, beautiful clothes, ......" She looked at Helena, "I always wonder how beautiful you would be if you wore a dance dress." ”

"Chirp." Helena raised her forefoot, dissatisfied.

"Well, I'll admit it......," Serazer smiled, "humans are low-level creatures, and don't know how to appreciate the beauty of higher-level lifeforms. ”

"Gollum......" Helena squealed in disdain.

While the two queen of the swarm were discussing the next arrangement, Iron Slag and the Black Pig King came to the gate of the Aurora Plane in the northern part of the Dark Jungle.

Behind them were six Viper sand bikes with modified snow tires and a team of bounty warriors flying in the sand sea, as well as two container trucks carrying mechanical powermail assembly rooms. After returning from Fengkou Town, the two temporarily formed this team as a reconnaissance force to enter the aurora plane.

"Are you a mercenary group hired by Ciris Investment Co., Ltd.?" The guards at the checkpoint asked, looking at the documents submitted by Iron Slag.

"Yes." Iron Slag replied.

"Call the Black Wolf Mercenary Legion?" The guard raised his head and asked slowly, with a haughty expression and an indifferent attitude.

"Yes, sir." Iron Slag nodded in response.

"This name is really earthy, it's better not to be called a tiger and a lion or something." The guard evaluated, then said, "You are a mercenary corps of worm-mutant nature? ”

"Yes." Iron Slag replied with a gloomy face.

"Where's the letter of introduction from the Sand Castle City Hall?" The guard casually flipped through the papers in his hand and asked without raising his head.

Iron Slag didn't answer, and put the badge of the Cardinal of Notre Dame on the paper. The guard looked at it, then frowned, shook his hand, threw the badge out, and asked loudly, "I asked you to show the letter of introduction, don't you understand!" ”

The guard was a newcomer, fresh out of the Military Academy in the Middle Continent, and had never seen the insignia of a cardinal. He entered the Dark Jungle Garrison directly through his family connections. And from a well-off family, he was born in Elk City, and he looked down on those mercenaries, especially the insect mutants. In addition, as a newcomer, I was transferred to this hard and tiring position, and I was in a bad mood.

As early as ten minutes ago, he complained to his colleagues, "Those big officials above are thinking about something, they will fight if they don't behave, and now the main theme of the world is peace, in addition to corruption and bribery, deceiving the people, what else will they do...... The reason why he said this was not because of a sense of justice, but because the war in the Aurora plane affected his leisurely life. If he were now sitting in the barracks below drinking coffee, like his commander, there would probably be another interpretation.

In this world, there is such a type of people, they have limited ability, and they are unwilling to take responsibility, but they think very highly of themselves, scolding and scolding all day long, pointing at the country, questioning this, insulting that, there is a lot of "Lao Tzu is the first in the world, you are all waste" flavor, always thinking that they stand on the moral high ground and look down on all sentient beings. This kind of person will often pinch soft persimmons because of his own bad mood, and vent negative emotions at will, and whoever meets him will be unlucky.

"Look for death!" The Black Pig King, who was standing behind the iron slag, finally couldn't bear it anymore, let out a loud shout, opened his five fingers, strode forward, and slapped it.

Iron slag grabbed the wrist of the Black Pig King like lightning, and if it hit the garrison here, it would definitely cause great trouble, especially during the war.

"Fuck, you dare to hit someone!" The guard's face sank, and while scolding, he raised his assault rifle and pointed it at the Black Pig King, "Come on, try it!" ”

The Black Pig King glared at the guards with round eyes, and was about to explode in anger, "Don't pull me, I'm going to beat this dog to death!" ”

When the nearby guards heard the movement, they immediately raised their guns and surrounded them.

"These two insect mutants want to force their way through, and they're ready to attack me, when we're vegetarians!" The guard shouted, loudly.

"Misunderstanding, it's all misunderstanding...... Iron Slag hurriedly raised his hands and kicked the Black Pig King.

"Your mother's misunderstanding!" The guard shouted.

Iron Slag was so angry that the whites of his eyes turned red, but he still endured it. He wears big sunglasses, and if he really wants to fight, he is likely to reveal his identity.

Under the guns of the guards, Iron Slag pulled the Black Pig King back slowly, and kept emphasizing, "Big brothers, we have no malice, we really don't have ......"

In the midst of the stalemate, the junior officers of the garrison came.

"What's going on?" The officer asked, holding his hands behind his back, looking around.

"They intended to storm the level and attack the guards." The guard reported.

The officer turned to the iron slag with his hands raised and asked, "Do you have anything else to say?" ”

Iron Slag didn't say a word, and pointed to the badge that had fallen to the ground. The clash happened so fast that he didn't have time to pick it up yet.

"Huh?" The officer leaned over and picked up the badge, looked at it for a moment, then wiped it on his body, returned the iron slag, and asked, "Are you from Notre-Dame?" ”

"Our boss's boss ......," Iron Slag hinted vaguely.

"Brother, if it was usual, I would have let you go, but now it's ......a little different," the officer said with a sad face, "You also know, now the top is watching closely, without a letter of introduction, we are not easy to deal with, or you can ask your big boss to give our chief a voice ......" Then he added, "You just say it's the one, let's call it and ask for instructions." ”

"That's right......" Iron Slag paused, then pulled the officer to the back of the truck and stuffed a bag of gold coins. He didn't want to trouble Mu Yuqinxin, and he, a fake red-clothed warrior, couldn't stand up to interrogation, so it was better to spend money to solve the problem.

"My lord, this ...... How can this be done......" The officer hesitated slightly, this money bag is not easy to start, at least five hundred gold coins. He didn't dare to take the money of the cardinal warrior.

"This is to invite the brothers to drink, and if you were offended just now, you should apologize to everyone." Iron Slag said with a smile.

"This ......," the officer hesitated for a moment, then said, "you wait first, I'll go and ask my superiors." With that, he returned to the checkpoint, took the materials from the guards, and left in a hurry.

A few minutes later, the officer came down from the viaduct of the plane gate and called the squadron leader in the barracks to report the situation as it was. The other party was holding the badge of the red-clothed samurai, but he gave a high price, and the stakes were so high that he didn't dare to take it alone.

There was silence for a long time before he spoke, "Fax a copy of the information, I'll take a look at it first." ”

After the information was sent, another ten minutes passed, and a soft sigh came from there, saying, "This ...... It's a weird thing......"

"What's wrong?" The officer asked cautiously.

"He was holding the badge of the red-clothed samurai, but he didn't dare to say who was on it, and it was from the Wind Sand Castle, is it possible to ......" The squadron leader didn't finish the rest of the sentence, but the meaning was already obvious. There is a good chance that they stole or robbed the badge. If so, the nature of the problem is serious, and whoever dares to offend the red-clothed samurai is at least a world-class wanted criminal.

"Boss, what should I do then?" "Let me think about it...... Hey...... This Ciris Investment Co., Ltd., it seems that there are also shares of Count Andrew Theresa and Ben Modleton Jr., forget it, let it go, they are all big shots. ”

"What about the letter of introduction?" The officer asked.

"Do you still need to ask me about this little thing?" "Understood, understood." "Also, don't take his money, handle it impartially." "Yes yes yes ......"

After a few moments, the checkpoint was finally cleared, and the convoy slowly drove into the plane gate.