"Impossible! Stratholme is more than 3,000 kilometers away from the kingdom of the High Elves!" the old marquis reprimanded angrily, his mottled silver hair stood on end, and he grabbed the soldier's prosthetic collar: "Spreading military intelligence indiscriminately will kill the head!"

"Really, sir, I swear!" The pain and fear caused the soldier, who looked to be about thirty years old, to tears, trembling, and not struggling to let the old marquis hold him, but to repeat over and over again: "I see! It's our army, our army."

Bang Bang Bang!

Luky Rivendell woke up the soldier who seemed to be about to have a nervous breakdown, and glanced coldly at the three people who didn't seem to want to go to investigate together. He led everyone away quickly, and in a short time a team of about two hundred or so guards galloped away on horses.

Tranquility returned to the restaurant, but Lin was still crying, and O'Neill, who was puzzled, asked Yang Long for the specific reason. There was no need to cover up the imminent outbreak of the plague, and Yang Long said everything happily.

"What! is it true?" O'Neill understood what the news meant, even if his nerves were thicker. Recently, the servants in the Marquis's Mansion have been lazy and tired, and even the most diligent subordinates in the past now seem to not want to move, for which O'Neill has severely reprimanded the servants several times.

Now it seems that it is not that people are lazy, but that they are infected with the plague and are about to turn into zombies. However, even if the entire human race in the mansion has become an undead creature, O'Neal, an old warrior who will only be loyal to Orix alone, will not have any mood swings, but seeing that Rin is also infected with the plague, O'Neill is not so calm.

"Lord Oryx has entrusted my wife to me for protection, if I die like this, how can I be worthy of my lord's kindness!" O'Neill walked back and forth a little irritably, while fighting his thoughts in his heart. Although he eats the most in the mansion, as a high-level warrior, he has developed a strong resistance to the plague, and so far there is no problem: "But there is no high-ranking priest in the city who can get rid of the plague."

Just walking back and forth, O'Neill kept coming up with countermeasures one by one and then denied himself, and before he knew it, half an hour had passed. During this period, Lin also stopped crying, and pulled Yang Long to tell his younger brother everything about the contact with the two fathers, 1510.

Yang Long responded to Lin's words without being salty, while quietly gathering qi to restore the qi veins on his right hand. In order to ensure combat effectiveness as soon as possible for so many days, Yang Long had already connected all the qi veins, but due to hasty recovery, the thickness of the qi veins connected together was only one-tenth of the qi veins of his left hand.

However, to Yang Long's surprise, since connecting the qi veins in his right hand, he felt that he could take the initiative to send the qi from the guide out of his body to form qi. However, because there is still no cyclone in the palm of the hand, it is impossible to form invisible gas spots, and every time it emits a force, it will cause some damage to the skin of the entire palm.

Now the qi veins are only one-tenth the thickness of the original, so the qi emitted is not much, but just like that, every time it will make the capillaries of the palm bleed. As for the qi veins of the left hand, they are still blocked, Yang Long once tried to guide a small trace of qi to the palm of his left hand, but it has been blocked there for a long time, and now after so long, it still quietly stops at the qi veins of the left hand.

After that blow, the qi veins of the right hand were only broken and could be repaired, which did not mean that the same was true for the left hand. If the same situation is repeated in the left hand, it is very likely that Yang Long's left hand qi will dissipate directly, which is basically equivalent to cutting off an arm for the ancient martial arts master. Moreover, the dissipation of qi veins can lead to various consequences, one of which is that it affects qi veins in other parts of the body, which can be life-threatening.

Yang Long didn't think that luck would befall him twice, and he cut off his arm just for one attempt, he wasn't so stupid. Since his right arm can already exert energy, why risk his life with his life. The blockage of the qi veins in the left hand can only be solved slowly later.

Just when Yang Long had once again repaired the qi veins in his right hand to an undetectable fraction, and beads of sweat were forming on his forehead due to physical exertion, O'Neill finally made up his mind. After a few minutes of walking out of the dining room and getting everything ready, O'Neill, fully armed and well-dressed, walked in again.

"Ma'am, we need to get out of here at once, in a dark room on the north side of the city, near the sea, there's a teleportation array, I'll protect you from there!" O'Neill said angrily, and before Lynn could agree to take the lead downstairs, any slaves and soldiers who tried to stop him were knocked unconscious by his punch.

Now O'Neill once again put on the same armor that covered his whole body, and even put on a helmet on his head, which was completely impermeable, leaving only a sight about two centimeters wide on each of his eyes. In his right hand, he grasped a very ordinary-looking short axe, and in his left hand, he held a large log shield about two meters in diameter.

The weapons and shields don't match a shining silver armor polished with paraffin wax at all, and they look very awkward, which may be the reason why O'Neill didn't have any weapons and equipment at the city gate in the first place.

"My lord, what are you going to do?" asked as soon as he reached the door of the Marquis's Palace, four heavily armed soldiers greeted him. Yang Long roughly perceived it, and found that these four soldiers were all third-order powerhouses, even if it was a marquis, it was impossible for him to be generous enough to use a third-order professional as a gatekeeper, obviously the old marquis was very worried about Yang Long, and he left so many subordinates to monitor when he left.

O'Neill didn't say anything, holding the shield in front of him and sprinting in front of the four people, although he was a guardian warrior with no advantage in speed, but he was also a strong man who was about to advance to the top rank. The speed of the sprint also caught up with the fourth-order professional running with all his might, and the four third-order soldiers were caught off guard and were knocked over on their backs.

Smack!

The soldier who bore the brunt of the attack was empty-handed, and O'Neill's bones were broken under the massive impact, and he was killed on the spot in an instant. The other three also staggered and stood unsteadily, and in such a gap O'Neill had already slashed down with an axe, and the attacked warrior was a guardian warrior holding a steel shield, who recovered in time to raise his shield to block, but was split in half by the shield without resistance.

When!

A two-handed sword slashed fiercely at the wooden shield that O'Neill was even blocking, and to Yang Long's surprise, the wooden shield that didn't seem to have a good texture only dropped a little bit of paint. And the two-handed great sword, which looked to surpass Yang Long's previous silver long sword, was directly broken from it.

Before the attacking soldiers could react, O'Neill struck with a shield, and the two-handed swordsman flew out like a stone, smashing through the wall and into a building, without a single sound.

However, in just a short period of time, the three third-order professionals were directly killed in seconds, this is the strength of high-level professionals!