"He's as ambitious as you are!", Wren took the hot tea handed by Morel, the autumn cold moistened the whole cabin, he rarely came out to breathe, and even had a unique affection for Barton, "I see your shadow in him." ”

Li Zhen nodded, Barton was smarter than he thought, he escaped from the iron prison laboratory, and a few words became the extreme of the refugee's anger.

Reduced to warriors who were usually evildoers, women patrolled the streets, distributed food step by step, and treated the nobles mercilessly.

Positive, fair, and most importantly, ambitious.

"I need such a person!", Li Zhenshu said calmly.

"Are you really planning to support Barton?", Wren asked repeatedly, and still he didn't know what Li Zhenshudden had come to the Terrans for.

Storm Horn?

But what have you been busy with these days?

The slaughterhouse, now helping a refugee for no reason.

He knows Li Zhenchang's temperament very well, and he will definitely not give alms for no reason.

"Of course. Lao Li smiled faintly, "He is very good!"

"You're playing with fire!", a calm voice with a strong hint of warning in it, looking up at the worsening weather, "we need to get our hands on the Storm Horn as soon as possible, and then retreat to the Gale Kingdom." ”

The situation in the Gale Wind Kingdom is becoming more and more confusing, and even the Holy Order cannot control it.

Lao Li glanced at the autumn clouds, and it was time for the orcs to snow.

Supporting an ambitious person comes at a price, and Li Zhenshu is willing to work with ambitious people.

It was quiet in the carpenter's hut, and Morel refilled Wren with a cup of hot tea, and the Soul Eater Banshee looked at Lee's trembling face like a little maid.

What the hell is this man doing here?

"They can't defeat the nobles!", Wren pointed to the newly rising refugees, his words were surprisingly numerous, as if they had fully integrated into the Emerald Ridge, "the defense circle of the nobles alone cannot be breached. ”

Li Zhen rubbed his forehead and temples, he wasted five days in the sealed dungeon, but the harvest was not small.

The royal family is strong, he knows it well.

But the prestige of the royal family is declining rapidly, including the nobility, who stay like turtles in the aristocratic district and dare not rise to the top.

Li Zhenshu walked through all the slaughterhouses of Hein, and he collected all the research materials.

Body, arms, legs, ankles, palms, heads!

Everything in the body is in his keys.

Civilian areas are falling faster than expected, and the refugees are slicing through the skin of civilians with petrified arms, and only petrified spots are the most reliable guarantee.

The aristocrats stayed at the women's wall and watched the ant-like refugees, like zombies in every factory, picking up wooden sticks and iron rods to kill at will.

A fireball was thrown from the women's wall into the rebels and exploded into fragments of flames, crippling three civilians.

The nobles clapped their hands happily, this is just a small trick of magic apprentices, and Grand Duke Bauhinia has already issued a bounty order.

Ordinary refugee heads are rewarded with a silver coin, and small heads receive a golden hoof.

Patton's head is advertised as 5,000 gold hooves, which is already a sky-high price for a refugee.

The nobles gathered their own private army, and the golden hoof was a trivial matter to them, but the honor point of killing the refugees was a rare opportunity for meritorious service.

The kingdom put down the rebellion of the three princes, vacating large tracts of land, which were urgently needed to be filled by new nobles.

The soldiers rubbed their swords against the blood, imagining that if they took down a hundred rebels, they would become the new lords.

There's nothing easier to get promoted than war, especially at the foot of Gale Wind.

The mage's apprentice held the new staff, and the fireball staggered from the sky into the rebel pile, slow as a turtle.

Bang!

Sputter up the sky full of sparks!

At first, it can hunt a few heads, and after a few attacks, the rebels will hide behind the stone wall before the fireball hits the ground.

The fireballs of these mage apprentices still worked, making the refugees shy away from the aristocratic district separated by a wall.

The nobles, standing on the women's wall, laughed and ordered the soldiers to rush out to hunt, and the warriors, who liked to hear such an order, rushed out of the closed gates with round shields and scimitars.

Syllable!

Blood, heads, feats!

The warriors skillfully use their machetes and swords, and the mages are familiar with the staffs.

The refugees roared in rage, threatened with petrified limbs, and finally had to retreat like lambs in captivity.

One workshop was ceded, and another was ceded, and the warriors sang their glory with a war song.

Shout!

A willow silk wooden arrow pierced the soldier's throat with precision, and one, two, wooden arrows were like toothpicks, blowing out lethal power through the bamboo tube.

The orc slaves emerged from the workshop and surrounded the group of hunting warriors in the middle, layer after layer, and the circle grew thicker and thicker.

The nobles watched in amazement as their warriors were torn to pieces, and even a few Tagore grimaced in the direction of the female wall.

But now, Barton has unleashed this group of forceful orcs, and of course these orcs must have groupers on them.

The refugees re-influxed into the workshops and began to take control of the civilian areas on a large scale, and whenever the warriors came to hunt, they would retreat backwards and be dragged into the traps as if they were repeated.

The nobles could only operate in the area controlled by the magicians, and the rebels burrowed into the workshop like rats, locking them firmly in the noble district.

Holy Steps!

They needed the help of the Holy Order Mage, and the nobles jointly petitioned the three Grand Dukes.

"All the workshops are under control. Barton sat on Wren's wooden chair, and in just one day, he had a lot of the majesty of a ruler, "I need your help." ”

His voice was rough, like a man in his thirties.

"What do you want?"

"Tactics against those mages!"

Li Zhen turned around silently, watching Barton think of himself in the wasteland, Wren was right, he was very ambitious.

"You may have to pay some price!", the golden stone came out of the side of the room, his flesh and blood body had been transformed into marble, including his teeth, like ancient fossils, and the sound was dry as several stones collided, and the gray lines were mixed with some brilliant dolomite stones, and he was mutating towards the holy order.

Patton was intrigued, and the full stone shell was officially what he wanted.

Li Zhenshuo left the carpenter's hut and returned to the giant beast slaughterhouse he had built with his own hands.

This should be the last laboratory to be cast, and in the distance, caravans are passing in front of the slaughterhouse, which is very strange in this chaotic day.

There are also unfinished pigs on the ground, and empty shops are stocked with noble orders.

The stone spirits came out and completely carried everything in the slaughterhouse into the key space, and looked at the figures who were far away, and now the task of this slaughterhouse was completed.

Civilian areas

Li Zhen's trembling fingers landed on a whirlwind energy machine, this unique whirlwind structure inside required three magic crystal coins per month, but the magic power he transformed was even more powerful.

"Throw all these useless things out!", Jin Shizi ordered the ordinary stone spirit, who was directing the graphite workshop he had just controlled.

Stone crusher, stone milk coagulation device, purification pool, transpiration furnace, stone mutation reaction furnace.

The magic machines that were supposed to be in different workshops were all gathered in the same workshop, and Barton was followed by ten young soldiers.

"Once you become a stone man, you can't reverse it. Although he knew that the reminder would not help, Lao Li still said it without getting bored.

The two-wheeled beast cart pulled the limestone to push the crusher, and Lao Li threw three magic crystal coins into the whirlwind energy reactor.

Bouncing!

The grinder shook rapidly, the stones buzzed inside, and clumps of powder-like stone dust flowed down from the slots below.

Jin Shizi taught the two refugees how to make a solution, and then poured a large vat of yellow-orange liquid into the stone powder to form a cream-like stick.

"Whoever comes first. ”

At this moment, many refugees had gathered outside the door of the workshop, and they were staring curiously at the stone-like Houjin Stone, their eyes trembling, as if they were afraid and a little expectant

"Me!"

Barton took the lead, stepping under the syringe and letting the needle fit into the spine of his back.

His body was mutating rapidly, and his flesh and skin were turning into dry bouncing stones in less than a second.

Barton stiffly controlled the stone's body and moved towards the purification pool in front of him.

A faint fluorescent color crawled on his stone skin, like a firefly in the night.

After immersing himself in the pool water for half an hour, the stone skin finally appeared a little soft, and he simply twisted his waist and slowly walked towards the flame furnace.

The magic flows, and from time to time it swells fire.

All the refugees stared at Barton, letting the flames pass through their bodies, and one step at a time, Barton's body mutated as it went, from the gray stone at the beginning to the black onyx that radiated a ghostly light at the end.

Collapse!

A wind knife slashed at Barton's neck.

Everyone gasped, and the wind knife disappeared in small pieces, leaving Barton with only a small shallow mark on his neck.

"Barton!"

Everyone couldn't help but exclaim. <