Bull wondered all the way whether the information given by the group was accurate, how big this continent was, in fact, the empire didn't figure it out, and the so-called tribal sun country didn't know how much territory he controlled on the earth. www.biquge.info From fellow Hawkins, Bull knew that because many continents were still uninhabited or close to primitive inhabited areas, Blees could easily say to any of the higher animals in these regions that this part of the empire was the first in all civilizations, and naturally the first in the uncivilized barbaric regions. More than the strongest empire on the planet, such as China, then Brees is the strongest. Thinking of this, Bull couldn't help but be a little disdainful, Hawkins's advantage is that he is very cautious, and his disadvantage is precisely cautious. Of course, the group did not agree to use force against China at this time, otherwise Bull would be very interested in going to that magical place in China to see how those people of different colors could resist and win in the face of the mighty Imperial Marines. However, the task at hand, Bull had to admit, was to rush to the area where the local rebels in the territory were concentrated in the heavy rain. The brigadier general's eyes told Bull that he was suspicious of the route of the march, and it was not only him, but also the noble Imperial soldiers who were silent and bowed their heads and hurried away, who were also questioning with silence.

Ever since he entered the canyon, Bull had changed his attitude towards this question, not because he could no longer ignore it, but because of the heat that had gradually developed in his body. Strange and hot and familiar, because it is difficult to find in memories. He knelt down on the saddle and instructed the brigadier general to choose a suitable place to camp at the right time, the brigadier general was a little surprised by the order of his superiors, it is really a typical example of a layman leading an insider, why let a small business representative be the commander, what is the difference between this and the darkest period in the history of the empire, those suspicious emperors sent the generals to supervise the army? He politely told his superiors that it was not suitable for camping, and then he pointed to the sky, and his superiors looked ugly, and the brigadier general waited for Mr. Bull's orders. Bull was a little embarrassed, but his pale face was enough to hide the embarrassment, not only the cold caused by the cold rain, but also the pain caused by the heat in his heart also aggravated the paleness. The team slowly made their way through the canyon, and the huge canyon quickly hid the team inside.

Every day, Curris called the gathered crowd to practice the use of weapons, and the right to go out hunting became a drill. The efficiency of these people's hunting would have been very high, confirming Curis's judgment that they were born hunters. A good hunter with a powerful weapon has plenty of prey and can cook in a variety of ways, but on the contrary, these people prefer to eat it raw. The fire was nothing more than a tool for their lighting, and Curris had to do the cooking himself, hoping that the smell of the cooking would attract the hunters before it didn't take long to fail. Bored of eating the barbecue that he had cooked with his own poor craftsmanship, he would wonder if the next moment he would receive an order from Korors, and the team would be transferred to a certain area to start a real battle. It's a pity, it hasn't, the problem is still there, the thing that floated in the air doesn't know where it went, the thing that stayed with Curis, I don't know who touched it, what appeared was no longer an image, but a grid-like thing, and there were a number of curves mixed in the process, Curris didn't know what it was, so he had to throw it aside. When it started raining, Curris had to hide in the hollow of an old redwood, and continued to wait for Korols' orders.

Crown never commanded a war, not even a war game. The entire system of Nabra contains billions of planets and stars, and the relationship between them is complex, and the strife or war has never disappeared. But in the eyes of a noble-born man like Colors, war represented the most primitive level of the struggle between living beings, and the noble man disdained to participate in it. As for the equally dark court struggles, they were most interested in them, and they often enjoyed them. Chronos is sometimes apprehensive and sometimes excited. The concern is that the war of the Earls is backed by the Corors, and of course the bounty hunter who has rarely shown up but has not let his control over the Earls, so the war will show some complexity. The excitement was that once he thought of the high-tech given by his ancestors, which was so advanced that it was even difficult to crack for a while, Flowers thought that this war or game might be a journey of revenge after that duel a long time ago. Endals didn't have that in mind, he was busy monitoring the game's stats.

Hawkins gets the news from the group faster than the news sent back by the government's special express mail ship, and the group is everywhere, even a small member of parliament can inadvertently pass the news from Hawkins from Boer. However, the news is just news, and the decision has nothing to do with Hawkins, who is only responsible for announcing the decision in the parliament, the group's decision, about this incident. Of course, this decision will make everyone look like it is a manifestation of the will of the members of the parliament, and the best means of safeguarding the interests of the Bristlesian Empire. Hawkins felt tired under the two modes of survival, but as long as he thought about the fact that many celebrities and nobles in the empire held the same power as himself, his heart was balanced. There are also some things that are exciting, and it seems more interesting to be powerful under a disguise than to be strong on the outside. Hawkins was talking to a visitor who claimed to be a craftsman, and the content of the conversation made him feel more and more that he was just an ordinary member of the group, and lo and behold, this craftsman from the edge of the empire was actually a member of the group, and the information he revealed completely showed his origin: there was another organization in the group, and the power operation mode of this organization was relatively independent and quite high-level.

Curris hid in the hollow of the tree, watching the rain grow heavier, and the so-called troops in the rain who were unconscious, never waiting for Korors' order, and sometimes even doubting that an order would finally come. Even though he couldn't read all the information displayed on the thing that was covered with dense lines, Curris made some sense by looking at the half-text descriptions of the Ban's drawings. He couldn't explain why he could read this, but he did, and out of thin air he once again called the crowd more worship to him, and they used simple etiquette to show their worship, and they all raised their weapons in their hands. Curris thought it was a little strange, it was too similar to some of the rituals of the indigenous tribes described by the expeditions in the books. But then again, the clothes of these people have long indicated that they may have been a group of indigenous people.

These people didn't know that Curris wanted to hide in the tree hole quickly, at this moment he felt something strange in his body, could it be because of the weather that he was sick, but after the illness there was no feeling of exhaustion, restlessness filled every part of the body, he used a little bit to instruct the little leader to bake the terrible pieces of meat according to his own requirements, and bent over and half leaned against a place in the tree hole to rest, Curis really missed his soft bed on the other side of the territory. The night came slowly in his restlessness, and the rain did not stop. The minor leader came to report the faint glow of the fire in the valley to the southeast, as if someone was approaching it, as the flamelight meandered forward, constantly moving. Curris turned over to take a look, and the content of the flat panel display next to him seemed to have changed, and a thin red line appeared in the original picture with pale green lines. To be exact, there are dense red dots flashing on the red line, the red dots are so small, the lines are moving, and they are in the grid woven by the green threads. Curris seemed to realize something, and he burrowed out of the tree hole, and slowly climbed up the ladder hewn out of the red pine, and he saw the firelight that the leader had spoken of. The light of the fire in the heavy rain was faint, but it was certain that a line was moving in this direction. Curris looked at the tablet he was carrying, and after judging the terrain from memory, he knew that this tablet could give the nearby terrain, and the red lines were those fires, or unknown people approaching.

In addition to the excitement, Colors filled her body with new sensations, familiar and unfamiliar. Since he fled, he vividly remembers having a similar feeling during the voyage. Some stars in the universe, with their huge size, will emit strong rays when a huge amount of energy is reduced, and the rays will not have any effect on the spaceship, but will drill through the bulkhead of the spaceship, causing all the life contained in the spaceship to change, and the worst thing is that the change is uncontrollable. The assistant apparently sensed the anomaly as well, and soon he gave a monitoring report. Reports show that the star near Earls is throwing the debris of his burning up wantonly, dropping unseen rays at the surrounding Earls and other planets. Endals said that the remaining rays were not powerful enough to cause changes in the base after the effective blocking of the deep Vantle, but the last part of the report, displayed in a warning color, reminded Korors that life on the surface of Earls would be severely affected.

Endals casually turned on the screen around him, and the camp where Curris stayed was just a few small red dots moving around in the dark. After Endals adjusted the display, the two saw Curris standing in the tree. The captain commanded, and immediately initiated the assessment of the changes in Curris's body. As soon as Endals was about to start the assessment, a prompt was sent out on the screen that abnormal weather was happening in the area, which would affect the assessment results. The captain still made up his mind to make this assessment, and at the same time there was a hidden worry in his heart, according to common sense, the Earls moon, as a miniature planet, will also be the object of influence, and the last place where the bounty hunter's whereabouts were found is also there, will this opponent return to Earth due to the influence of rare rays?

Mei Yi's memories of the first time he landed in this city could not continue, and his physical discomfort seriously affected him. He was going to recruit Lang Zhong to be cured, but he finally gave up. He didn't want to expose his secrets to danger, so he went back to his room to dance with a sword or sharpen a painting and calligraphy that he was not good at, and he might be able to do well. The subordinates didn't dare to ask more about Mei Yi's decision, the strange master, who was deeply appreciated by the imperial court, came here with a big responsibility, was authoritative, not angry, and dared to ask more. I don't know if I should believe the words of the storyteller who recently erected a cloth shed at the door. The master is indeed very strange, but it is difficult to say like a strange old man holding a piece of shocking wood in his hand, the master is an extraordinary person. Thinking about it, since the master doesn't bother himself, wouldn't he have more leisure time, thinking that the storyteller will have a complete chapter of the novel every afternoon, he can't help but itch a lot, and quickly went to the kitchen to grab a handful of peanuts he just bought, and went all the way out to the storyteller's stall.

The storyteller limped along, and some of the bruises on his face had not yet cleared. Ah Yi, a subordinate who came from Meifu, saw that the storyteller walked very slowly, for fear of delaying his listening to the book, so he stepped forward a few steps to take the things on the old man's back, helped him with a while, and started the stall. The stall was unfolded, but the weather was gloomy, and before sunset, the sky fell a lot, and at first glance I thought it was evening. The storyteller didn't start telling the story as usual, Ah Yi thought that the old man was suspicious of few people, and in the end he said that there was no copper money to earn, so he was ruthless, took out a few Tongbao from his waist and handed them over, imploring the storyteller to start talking quickly. The storyteller touched his face, sighed a few times, and told Ah Yi that he would not accept money from him, but he could talk to him. Ah Yi rolled her eyes and said that it was not as interesting as the little lady you said yesterday for the first time she met Qiaolangjun, and the old man said I'll tell you what's wrong with me, it's still interesting. Ah Yi looked at the fact that he could still hear the story without spending money, and then looked at the big bruise on the old man's face, quickly put away his money, sat on a bench, and told the old man to start quickly.

The old man pulled his bench out from behind the table, sat down in front of Ah Yi, and didn't take it anymore, looked around, and whispered to Ah Yi, I was beaten. Ah Yi almost sat on the ground from the stool laughing when he heard it, saying that even a blind man can see it, who can knock himself like this. The old man wrapped his braid around his neck, and then said that I was beaten by a demon, and you can see that the bruise on my face is a human palm print? Ah Yi looked at the plain color of the old man's face, very serious, and couldn't help but accept the joy, looked at it seriously, looked at it for a while, and couldn't see the abnormality that the old man said. He took out a peanut and fed it to his mouth, saying that you just make it up, shouldn't you have become the story you said before, I didn't expect you to be a bad old man, make up the story of the little lady, and it is wonderful, are you raising it? Ah Yi made fun of the old man, and the old man looked up at the sky, saying that I was beaten, but it was just a lesson I suffered, and I wanted to know what I was beaten, a monster with scale armor standing up and standing a foot away, with pointed eyes and thick limbs! Ah Yi said that I know, except that the head is pointed, it looks similar to Zhang Yide, and the monster doesn't ride a horse. The storyteller sighed, saying that I am not a mortal, or I would have drunk Meng Po soup with a bowl on the bridge.

Ah Yi found that he had less peanuts, maybe he ate too fast, to be honest, the old man was quite capable of making up such a story. You can still listen to the story without spending money, it's good, Ah Yi trotted all the way to the door, and turned around and said to the old man, you think about how to make it up first, I'll come when I go, drink water, I'll scoop it for you. The old man shook his head and sighed. It was getting darker, the old man held back his discomfort, looked at the four fingers in his sleeve, and finally changed, he turned around and looked at the street corner, who knows if he will be intercepted and attacked today, sometimes it is really self-defeating to know too much. He stood up and cleaned up his stall to hide, saying that it was going to rain that day. This kid said he would come if he wanted to go, and he hadn't come out for so long, so pull it down, telling these mortals such a secret would only make people feel like they were really talking nonsense.

Mei Yi felt that someone was peeking out of the window, and he knew that it was the next person, Ah Yi. After his transformation, it was understandable that his image was peeked at by Ah Yi, who passed by and heard the sound, but Mei Yi didn't want people to know his secret. The old storyteller who followed him like a shadow yesterday was not heavily handed by Mei Yi because he was the same kind of storyteller, but Ah Yi was different. Once this idea appeared in Mei Yi's mind, he didn't hesitate at all, reached out to smash the window, and easily held Ah Yi's neck in his hand, with a little force, Ah Yi was like a rooster with his neck cut off, and his head drooped to the side. Mei Yi was so disgusted to look at Ah Yi's blood on his hands, but he really wanted to try what the blood tasted like. He couldn't help it and stuck out his tongue and licked it towards the four fingers.