Silver Dust raised an eyebrow in surprise, then turned to a dark corner, inhaled deeply, and opened the light door behind his back.

A pair of twenty-four armed puppets walked out of the Nazi army, the sound was not loud, but the scene was really shocking.

"Silver dust?"

"I'm not going to save Zhao Feiliu. The magician repeated again: "But I will not let the northerners succeed, the enemy is the enemy." ”

"Then you are going to ......" Prison Worship was confused by the mage.

"Before the end of the secret realm, killing the northerners and Zhao Feiliu together is a very simple strategy. The mage said coldly, ignoring the horrified gaze of the hell: "Now!

Didi beeped three times, and twenty-four puppets disappeared directly in front of him, and Bai Prison was frightened: "Brother Silver Dust, these puppets ......"

"I told you five years ago that the people of the Puppet Sect don't deserve them at all, because they can't even perform their full functions!" the mage was as he spoke, but was interrupted by a cold voice from among the puppets.

"The Multiple Battlefield Decision System requests input commands. ”

Bai Prison was so frightened that he took a big step back: "Can you really talk......"

"Zhao Feiliu and the power group that captured Zhao Feiliu have opened the highest level of covert reconnaissance mode, 24 hours a day close non-contact tracking and surveillance, with the primary goal of not being discovered by the other party, until a new directive is issued. The magician spoke clearly about his purpose.

"Accept the order, the identity verification is completed, and the pre-war assessment is opened, the feasibility is 100 percent, the probability of task completion is 53 percent, and the probability of Zhao Feiliu surviving is 3 percent...... The battlefield self-discipline behavior system is activated and networked with the host...... Successful networking, support for host computing capabilities, external drone reconnaissance support, and download universal battlefield strategy logic...... Once the download is complete, the task is automatically loaded and the execution starts automatically. ”

"Mission Stat" With the last command, there was a slight sound in the void air when the aircraft was activated, and then a small whirlwind blew, and twenty-four transparent automatic killing weapons flew towards the retreating Poison Dragon Sect people.

Bai Hell was so shocked that he couldn't say a word at this time, he knew that the puppet sect was very strong, and he also knew that the puppet in Yinchen's hand was stronger, but he didn't think that these puppets could be as strong as gods and demons. "Stealth, Flying, Silver Dust, are the puppet-making people in your hometown immortals or gods?"

Yinchen didn't answer him, just lowered his head and thought silently about the question, and after a while, he still couldn't figure it out, so he casually asked the question: "Prison, what do you mean when you say that Zhao Feiliu's chance of survival is less than three percent?"

"The northerners don't want to live, isn't that right!" Bai Prison touched his bald head vigorously: "Don't ask me, the more I think about it, the more confused I become!"

"If you don't understand, forget it, let's go back to Uncle Jiang. The magician gave up studying the question of Zhao Feiliu's chances of survival, and walked towards the hiding place first, he felt that the chance of survival of those northerners was probably less than three percent.

......

For the time being, Yinchen led the Golden Daomen all the way to cut the little demon road, and rushed to the true king non-stop, not to mention that Mingquan touched the boss in front of the real king's camp, and was rudely driven away by Zhao Guangyi, just to say that this Zhao Yuheng was held hostage by Du Chuanchang and entered the chaotic but quiet northern camp.

It's been a long and difficult journey. The disciples of the Poisonous Dragon Sect who were in a hurry did not conduct any interrogation of the captives, let alone insult and torture, so Zhao Yuheng did not suffer any flesh and skin, but along the way, he was roughly sandwiched under the armpit by Du Chuanchang, and dragged away like a dead dog, which really put a lot of burden on his neck.

When he arrived at the camp, Zhao Yuheng had been blinded by Du Chuanchang, and when he was kicked into the prisoner camp, he didn't even know where the north was, so he could only lie on the ground in a daze.

The jumbled sound poured into his ears and eyes far from reading, and he was very irritated, and the rope tied to his body, and the poisonous needle that was forcibly inserted into his shoulder, caused him pain that he had never been taught. Zhao Yuheng lay on the ground, urging his divine skills to make himself move, but the vitality in the dantian was as cold as a mass of semi-solidified cement, and no matter how he urged it, he couldn't move. The second young master of Chongming Wangfu, who is pampered on weekdays and only grinds in the ears of the girls, tried it a few times, and then gave up, quietly feeling the more and more intense cold and pain in his body. He knew that he was poisoned, and when Yang Ziyi was still there, he told him about the sinister dangers on the rivers and lakes.

The emperor, who is good at taking things for granted, takes it for granted that the untouchables dare not have any other thoughts in front of the noble young master, as long as he offers a relatively good reward in the holy decree, the untouchables will try their best to please these noble children, desperately block all dangers for them, and desperately send them all kinds of filial piety, and these noble young masters also have the opportunity to exercise their ability to envelop their subordinates and command the army, which is not only not dangerous but also exercises, and can also secretly weaken the power of the princes on the eunuch side。

The emperor who took it for granted would not have thought that once this secret realm was opened, all communication and wind source transmission with the outside would be completely cut off, and in the terrifying secret realm dozens of meters underwater, those so-called untouchables all had the ambition and courage to kill all the noble children. In the face of the investigation of the imperial court, the sentence "the secret realm is dangerous, and accidents are frequent" can explain everything, and it is impossible for the imperial court to retaliate against all the monk sects in the world after the fact, in that case, as long as most of the monk sects turn to the north, everything will be out of control.

Zhao Yuheng was clever and dexterous, lying on the ground and thinking about it, he generally came to the above conclusion, feeling the toxins in his body slowly attacking, thinking that he had unknowingly fallen into the hands of the northerners, and there was no hope of survival, for a while, sadness, despair and fear pierced into his heart together, and then made him, a man in his twenties, cry.

"Sister Wang, Sister Lin, master, lady, old lady, you ...... Woowoo...... Come and save me!" He cried, muttering in small pieces, not like a cry for help, but like a dying prayer.

He was in a desperate situation, and he was naturally desperate, and his despair at the moment was similar to the despair of Yinchen in the warehouse of the Demon Pavilion, both of which were despair for the future, despair for tomorrow, and despair for the meaning of his own existence.

However, the choices they made in desperation were too different.

Yinchen, who used to be a pampered son, still insisted on the belief of the mage in despair, either finding a way out or dying by himself, and he has not learned to cry and wipe his tears until today.

Zhao Yuheng, the same pampered son-in-law, is a few years old in the empty age, but he easily chose to give up in despair, and chose to paralyze his spirit with empty prayers.

Yinchen only focused on the choice of life or death in despair, resolute and ruthless, but Zhao Yuheng, he actually asked his relatives, his sisters and sisters, his father, mother, grandmother, those who should have been him to protect him and raise and support to protect him and save him, this is no longer a man who hides behind a woman and trembles, this is a prayer that only a complete coward can make.

No matter how gentle and considerate Zhao Yuheng is to those sisters and sisters, no matter how much he respects and loves the daughter of Lingxiu in the world in his consciousness, he is a pitiful and even hateful loser, because he has no way to protect the people he should protect, he has no ability to take on the responsibility of a man, no matter how good he is to those sisters and sisters, what is the use?

Zhao Yuheng cried in a low voice, and was tied up in Si Ai Ai for more than half an hour, that is, forty-five minutes of tears, before he stopped crying, because two people came behind him, untied the rope on his body, fed him a pill, and then carried him very rudely to the unknown place.

"You're going to be beheaded, right?" Zhao Yuheng, who was tired of crying, calmed down: "Hey, the essence is clean and clean! In the next life, how good it would be to be a beautiful and gentle girl." As soon as he thought of being reincarnated as a girl, he was not afraid of what was about to happen, but he couldn't put on a glorious expression of generosity to death anyway, because he knew that cutting off his head was very painful, and the most fatal flaw of a pampered boy was that he was afraid of pain.

The cranky Zhao Yuheng was brought into a huge hall, this is the place where Silver Dust once fired fireballs to blow up the ballistas, but now those ballistas are gone, and they must have been hidden in an even more difficult place to find. All Zhao Yuheng saw at this moment was a group of northern soldiers disguised as the Demon Realm Gate, and a temporary high platform in the center of the main hall.

On the high platform, there was a person sitting, there were seven or eight people standing, the person sitting looked thirty-four or five years old, with a villain's unique goatee, the color of the beard was not black, which set off the person's face was pale and pale, like a zombie who had not died, Zhao Yuheng glanced up, and his calves began to tremble involuntarily.

There were two half-old men with iron complexions standing next to the man, and a step further away, there was a slim and beautiful girl, Zhao Yuheng glanced at the girl, only felt a sigh in his heart, the girl gave him the feeling that he didn't look like a girl at all, but like a sculpture, a stone, indifferent and boring without a little human flavor, Zhao Yuheng stared at her for three seconds and finally looked away in frustration.

The rest of the people, all dressed in dark green brands and wearing a kind of white fight-like mask, couldn't see their faces clearly, and could only barely guess from their size that they were all men, and they seemed to be the ones who had taken them captive. Zhao Yuheng thought so, and automatically ignored these guys who had no sense of existence.

He was escorted to the high platform by two soldiers disguised as disciples of the Demon Realm Sect, and Zhao Yuheng listened to the clattering sound of chain mail colliding when the two of them walked, and completely gave up the idea of resisting, although he now felt that his vitality seemed to loosen a little.

He was carried onto a high platform, and instead of being forced to kneel, he was unexpectedly seated on a bench that seemed unstable. Because the rope has long been untied, Zhao Yuheng can also comfortably put on a posture of sitting upright, although he is "stupid and afraid to read articles", but he is not ignorant of everything, and he also knows that he is facing the enemy of the north at this time, and he must put on a little "southern scholar" temperament in front of them.

However, he could only be a hero in the sisters' pile, and he was not bold enough to look directly at the enemy chief with a "green face, fangs and black beard", so the clever second son of King Chongming directly chose a smart way to deal with it, lowering his eyes and not looking at anyone.

"Who are you?" the enemy chief spoke, don't look at the buddy's pale face, his eyes were also orange and yellow, and his voice was unexpectedly clear and natural, reaching Zhao Yuheng's ears and making him feel like a breeze. Zhao Yuheng was slightly surprised, his courage was strong, he raised his eyes and looked straight at him, and when he saw the easy-going and calm expression on his pale face, the fear in his heart slipped away half, and he was not afraid of him, so he simply looked directly into the man's eyes and said very frankly:

"The kid was born in Chongming Palace, ranked second, surnamed Zhao, and named Yuheng. After he finished speaking, he regretted it a little, because the word "surname Zhao" was purely redundant, and there was no one from the palace who was not surnamed Zhao, and it should have been omitted. He just committed the grammatical "verbosity" problem in one sentence, which is not a good sentence.

"Zhao Yuheng, the second son of King Chong?" The blue-faced man's eyes widened slightly, and his two thick black eyebrows raised together: "Okay! dare to report to his family, he is a little bold, he is a man!" he said and returned to a calm and easy-going expression, and even nodded at Zhao Yuheng.

"Master Jun. Zhao Yuheng hesitated for a moment, and finally his worries about his fate outweighed his fear of the person in front of him: "The military master asked the kid to come here, but there is ...... What are you going to do to the kid?" he originally wanted to say, "But what do you want the kid to help with?" But when he thought about it, he felt like he was about to surrender, and he couldn't help but fall a little bit of the prestige of the imperial royal family, although in front of this green-faced "fanged" guy, the imperial royal family was probably not majestic, but he still had to be reserved anyway, so he said such a nondescript sentence.

"Don't you ask who I am?" The blue-faced man seemed to still have some interest in Zhao Yuheng, and asked in a kind voice, at this moment, the atmosphere between the two people was so harmonious that it didn't look like hostile sides.

"It's the military master of the North. Zhao Yuheng said very calmly.

"Half right. The blue-faced man raised his head slightly, looking very proud: "This king is Nalan Yewang, Prince Su." ”

He paused, and sure enough, he saw Zhao Yuheng's eyes trembling. [.]