"What is presented to the current Queen Mother, you can't have such a long foreign name, Lafayette will be angry when he sees it."

"Master Chen, don't worry, I'll take an auspicious name."

In the winter of 1897, Friedrich bid farewell to his fellow Lionhearts under the pretext of inspecting the ruins of the Mountain King, and at the behest of his teacher Carl von Gambett, he went to the ancient city after a centuries-long absence.

Hiding in the Secret Party, relying on the resources and power of the Secret Party to dig up the legacy of the Dragon Clan in troubled times. The most important thing is to find Li Wuyue, and even the remains of the Supreme.

"I'll take a homonym for the name, Feng Long, Feng Long, Feng Dynasty Xinglong."

Wind Dragon, Wind Dragon.

"Don't listen to the sound of the forest beating the leaves, why not chant and walk slowly. surname, take a forest character. Strange people in the rivers and lakes, Lin Fenglong. ”

"Good!"

Lin Fenglong is now wearing an azure horse coat, a felt hat, and a fake braid hanging from the back of his head. Just changing your outfit can gain the trust of some people, and it's worth it.

Lord Chen wears a Little Red Riding Hood with a sapphire in the middle and a lapis lazuli bead on it. This is the fourth rank of the dynasty.

The man with a face like a crown of jade stretched out his hand to Lin Fenglong to signal, it was time to hand over something.

"First, when I go to northern Shaanxi to dig something, no one will stop me or inquire;

Second, I want a good ocean-going cargo ship, and the sailor's mouth is important;

Third, you will give things to the Queen Mother, and I am just a folk warlock who asks for a rich and noble man. ”

Lord Chen listened to this German guy put forward the conditions in a straight and round vernacular, and felt that it was very magical.

"Okay."

Lin Fenglong handed the two volumes of manuscript to Lord Chen. This is the skill of pure-blood dragons to cultivate high-level Deadpools and control Deadpools, which can transform the living into immortals who are infinitely powerful and not afraid of death.

"It's a controllable Deadpool way to make it. You have a lot of dragon bones and real dragon flesh and blood under three generations, and there are not a few alchemy alchemists who have been raised.

I'll give you the technology, and you'll make it yourself. I'm especially bloodless. ”

"Deadpool, is that the Undead?"

"Call it however you want."

Lord Chen flipped through Lin Fenglong's manuscript, and his golden pupils ignited on their own under the overexcitement.

"What about the third volume, the third volume?"

"It's gone."

Lin Fenglong took out a glass tube from his pocket, and blood flowed from it with a dark red color and a strange luster.

"Holy medicine, that is, the true dragon fetal blood. There aren't many in the world left, save a little. When it's done, I'll give you another one. ”

Lord Chen was busy catching the fetal blood, and his extremely handsome face was quite hideous at this time. He understood, fetal blood, is the third volume. Only this thing can concoct a true high-level undead.

"What about you, you took out these just to dig an ancient tomb in northern Shaanxi? The Queen Mother doesn't know how many rewards will fall, what do you want to ask for? ”

With these two volumes of secret arts, Master Chen grasped the future of thousands of miles. In a happy mood, he pretended to have some good feelings for Lin Fenglong.

"I see that the glass factory is very lively, leave me a hall, and when I retire, I will go there to retire.

By the way, Lord Lu, where is the house of Lu Shanyan's family? ”

Hearing Lu Shanyan's name, Lord Chen suddenly felt a sense of disgust.

"You'd better stay away from him. That's a fool who doesn't know the height of the sky when he enters the Jingshi Tongwen Museum, and he also learns German and German man-made guns, and I think he will even want to cut his braids one day.

He didn't want to think about it, if the Qing Dynasty died, how could there be a place for him in the world! ”

"Tell me where his house is."

Lin Fenglong's tone did not change. At least for "Friedrich", Lu Shanyan was one of his few close friends. Yamahiko was stranded in Germany and could not return, so he was entrusted with the task of reassuring his family.

......

Compared to his talent, his residence is modest. A small deserted courtyard, with a thick snow on the ground except for a path, and a large plane tree in the courtyard.

Yamahiko said that he was married at the age of 14, married at the age of 15, and his wife was virtuous. After coming into contact with the new ideas, he resisted three wives and four concubines, and it was impossible for him to do anything about getting rid of his original partner.

Lin Fenglong reported safety to the hostess. She is a beauty, tall, with picturesque willow eyebrows and smart eyes. She is also a half-breed, but her pedigree is not very high.

He brought a bianchi bicycle to Yamahiko's child, and he was a few years older and could ride and play. There was also an Audemars Piguet gold watch, a box of orange candy.

Lin Fenglong sat in the courtyard and watched the snow, not communicating much with Shan Yan's family, just smiling.

The little boy hid behind the wooden door and peeked out most of his head, secretly looking at the foreigner who claimed to be his father's friend, with a piece of orange candy in his mouth.

The Germans tilted their heads and let the snowflakes of 1897 fall on the hard skin.

In today's world, the secret party is strong, and there are a large number of people like Lu Shanyan in this land, which is not good. He prefers to inject a dose of fierce medicine into the rotten things, so that the power of humanity will be consumed in the alternation of the old and the new.

If it wasn't necessary, Lin Fenglong didn't want everything to go that far.

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In the summer of 1898, Menek restored and improved the forbidden technique, which he named Burst of Blood.

In the spring of 1899, the Count of Kassel proposed a new Far East strategy to the emperor, arguing that the introduction of a constitutional monarchy in the Qing Dynasty was not suitable for the current situation.

In the winter of 1899, a special collection was delivered to the Kassel estate, and the Elders kept the contents secret. And Lin Fenglong had a sense of awe and fear for the things in the box.

In the spring of 1900, Lin Fenglong came to northern Shaanxi again. Jingbian, unify ten thousand cities.

"We will unify the world and reign over all nations."

Lin Fenglong stood on the towering white city wall, the wind was dry and slightly cold.

In the fifth century A.D., Helian Bobo ordered the construction of the capital city of Bactria and named it Tongwan City. But he died of illness only ten years later, and the Great Xia Kingdom died soon after.

This white city changed hands many times during the years of war, and finally disappeared into the dust of history. It wasn't until decades ago that local residents discovered traces of Tongwan City, but they just called it "White Wall".

The inspiration in his heart became stronger and stronger, and Lin Fenglong knew that he had finally found the right place.

The speed of the secret party was far faster than he had estimated. "Eggs", part of the flesh of the Supreme fell into their hands; And Menek restored part of the path to godhood...... It can't be left to chance.

Hundreds of laborers were digging the ruins at the same time under his command, and Lin Fenglong opened the Speech Spirit Weasel and collected all the subtle sounds.

"North!"

To the north, there is a large cavity underground.

Late at night, the laborers dug up the slates. Under the astonished gaze of everyone, this medium-sized German easily moved away the hundreds of pounds of boulder and stepped into the dark entrance alone.

Finally, finally.......

He easily dodged the traps set up by the human monks, closed the fine scales to block the mercury vapor, and made his way to the door of the tomb.

Lin Fenglong smashed the stone door of the tomb with a heavy fist, but he was stunned for a moment.

Someone has already been here, presumably tomb robbers. The burial chamber was empty, with only messy dust footprints and sawdust sprinkling on the stone platform.

Extreme excitement turned to despair, and then to ecstasy in an instant. I see, I see!

He sensed the spirit in the tomb, stretched out his sharp dragon claws into the air, and disappeared into the center of the tomb.

In the Nibelungen, a black coffin sits peacefully on the stone platform of the burial chamber.

The person who sealed Li Wuyue feared that the tomb robbers would release the ancient dragon, so they sealed the coffin in a miniature nibelungen formed by the dragon king's spiritual escape. Unfortunately, this barrier stopped the careerist and the thief, but not the faithful servant.

Lin Fenglong stepped onto the stone platform and carefully pried out the nails of the sealed coffin one by one with a hunting knife.

The moment the coffin was lifted, tears welled up in his eyes, and anger burned in his heart. How dare they, how dare they treat you like this!

He pulled out the nails of the boy's eyebrows, heart, throat, and limbs, and slit his wrist with a hunting knife, allowing blood to flow from his mouth into the boy's dry body.

Honorable Sovereign, after more than 800 years, finally opened his golden pupils again, and he still had such a young appearance.

Lin Fenglong knelt on the side and told the Lord about the world today. There was no expression on the boy's plain face, just silently listening and learning.

"Put these things back in." There was a loud noise in his throat that didn't match his countenance.

Lin Fenglong noticed that the lord had not healed the wounds that had been pierced by the spikes.

"Send me into the hinterland of the secret party you are talking about. With my own hands, I will kill the rebels! ”

"Kill the rebels!"

Lin Fenglong slightly destroyed the spell burned on the long nail, except for the one in the center of his eyebrows, and nailed back to Li Wuyue's wound one by one.

The lord closed his eyes, covered the coffin, and sealed the coffin as it was.

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1900, night of September 21.

Two hours ago, the black coffin of the monarch had been unloaded from the Queen Mary and transported to the Kassel estate.

Lin Fenglong completely opened up the realm of the sickle. As a secondary species, he can collect sounds up to two kilometers in diameter. All the Deadpools in Hamburg and nearby cities have awakened and are heading for the Kassel Manor.

A "general" made from fetal blood, 36 "military attachés", 108 "pawns", this is reinforcements from the allies.

And the monarch is almost awake.

The Undead Legion raided towards the Kassel Manor, while Lin Fenglong commanded from a distance, observing the battlefield.

The moment the kingdom rose, he took out the notebook with a black cover and crossed out the names on it one by one.

23:48, Angers, death.

23:49, Chief, Tiger, Death.

1:21 a.m., Iron Cross Mayek, died. Silverwing Charlotte, death.

1:24, Friedrich's teacher, Marquis Gambert, dies.

1:28, Soot, Death.

1:33, ghosts, death.

1:35, Lu Shanhiko, died.

Lin Fenglong sat on the wall, and the sickle kept bringing news of death. His face was completely distorted, and he was crying and laughing at the same time.

It is a grand mourning and the day of the return of the dragons.

In the darkness of the night, a white light suddenly glowed brighter than the sun in the Kassel manor, burning everything up. Even though he was nearly a few hundred meters away, Lin Fenglong lost consciousness in the heat and explosive wind.

In the early hours of September 23, a pair of bloodied hands opened the door of the cellar of the Kassel estate.

Revenge, only revenge!

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