"You who want to be heroes...... Isn't it all like this? He took a small red rope and tied a small bottle to the leg of a pigeon.

The pigeon looked around, its red eyes were about to pop out, and although it was white, it was clear that it was not as clean as it looked.

Especially now, in the bottle on its lap, it carries the [Demon Blood], which symbolizes "destruction", which is also known as demonic energy.

Kaft lay on the ground, blood and tears, blurred vision and sunken eyes, which could only allow Kaft to see "him" a little.

That arm—a right arm—was still bleeding viscous blood from the ground. And Kraft's right shoulder was dripping with sticky blood.

He could no longer activate his ability called the Steel Ghost, and could only watch as the figure walked away, aka Ameuseas, one of the Seven Chiefs of Harturin, who broke his hand.

"That's the kind of ...... Forehead...... How can I say it......"

He "looked at Kaft with a painful sigh, the dull breathing sound was not pleasant, the loss of a hand, it was five words to say, it was simple, it didn't take two seconds, but after the loss of a hand, it was the whole life turned upside down."

From the pride of the sky to the disabled, acceptance, it can take a lifetime.

"That's the kind of ...... Heroic ...... Hahaha...... Sorry, I can't really think of any good words...... I have no intention of mocking you. He shook another bottle of demonic energy, and the demonic energy inside was surging, like a flying python with its bloody mouth open, tearing at the bottle.

"Okay......"

He sighed sadly: "I'm just mocking you." You really shouldn't be a hero...... Or in the case of you knowing Ameuseias...... You should know you're no match for her, so how can you stop her......"

He told Kaft that he wouldn't ask for an answer from Kaft, who was on the verge of death, in fact he felt that Kaft was too pitiful to be dead and wanted to help him finish it...... This can be a tragic cry for people with disabilities.

When mankind invented the term disabled, it was doomed that the truly disabled would not be equal. At least when people of all kinds like to joke about their illness, and even insult others, this insult will never change—after all, this insult has been going on for too long—and in ancient times, only criminal offenders were given to have an organ cut off from their body—most likely because of the strong ......

Insulting ......

At the very least, cut off one hand, cut off ears and nose...... It will affect a person's life, and even life can no longer take care of themselves.

I believe that people with disabilities should not be ridiculed, but I can only assure me that I, nothing more. The world doesn't really change much, at least never when it comes to swearing.

"Can you ...... Pathetic......" He laughed again, and patted the pigeon's head, which was dumbfounded, and its red eyes burst out, abruptly, like pus-filled poulae about to burst.

He stood up, let go, and the dove flew into the dusk sun with the vial of demonic energy.

No one knows where it will go......

At least that's what he thinks.

"I used to throw it myself......" he squatted down and moved his foot, the black magic robe could only be dragged to the ground, he looked at Kaft's wound, and sighed a little unbearably: "But then I will lose the freshness, and soon I will get tired of it...... Wherever I am, I will be blessed with the blood of demons...... It's so boring......"

He knew that Kaft was listening, and that he was hearing clearly.

"I've tried before, pigs, dogs, rats, other beasts...... But to be honest, the effect is too poor...... Sometimes I don't even know if the bottles on them will blow up. That's more boring than putting it myself. ”

He touched his nose.

Take a breath.

"Then I changed my target to birds...... No matter how big the bird is taken out, it will be fried, but ...... That's still missing a lot of fun for me. For example, I don't quite know exactly where they're going to blow up, or if it's ...... It can really infect people...... So on second thought, I thought about it...... Pigeons, pigeons will return to the nest...... I'm going to intercept other people's carrier pigeons, or ...... Casually put it on a pigeon, like it is now...... It will definitely return to its owner...... A wonderful surprise to its owner~ The thought of the foolish face when those people opened the bottle of magic gas when they fed the pigeons, my pleasure can be multiplied several times......"

He laughed haha-ha-ha-ha-ha.

It's like coughing.

"Well, it's not that fun...... It is...... It's boring...... No one will be able to find me...... I don't have a fixed place to live...... Then the target is random, and they don't know how they got infected...... I couldn't find me...... I don't even need to hide around...... Sometimes...... I really envy them......"

"Oh...... I mean, my other friends in Hatulin...... Nor can it be said that friends...... Anyway, I like their fugitive life...... I don't know if it's because you're not doing things well, or if decent people are too hypocritical, and even checking individuals will encounter obstacles...... Internal obstructions...... It's really boring. ”

He said in a hurry, at this time, it was like a chatterbox.

"I'm telling you this in the hope that you'll be able to capture us with your Flying Eagles...... So let's go and eat a prison meal...... We've been eating and sleeping in the open, and it's actually very sad...... I haven't had a serious meal once. ”

Although what he said may be true, and there is no lie, Kaft, who is still conscious with a broken hand, has been gritting his teeth.

Kaft also wanted to refute him, but there was no need for that, and now, after he had said a long time, Kaft also listened to his argument and began to grit his teeth: "What is your purpose......

The corners of Kaft's mouth were bleeding, and his face was pressed against the ground, feeling the terrifying aura of "him".

Although "he" looks very weak, he is just a black robe covering his body, and he doesn't see anything special at all.

Although he said that he envied the fugitive life of other people, he concealed it extremely seriously, and covered up any details that could reveal his identity tightly, leaving no trace.

So what he says is at most the truest mockery of the bland.

This kind of ridicule is not something that ordinary people can say, because even if everything is true, it will make people feel that what he says is not true.

"Destroy the world...... What else? Will we save the world for someone we love? He smiled softly, "That's what you decent people do...... We just need to kill and kill......"

As if by magic, he took out a pigeon from the black robe, then groped around again, took a bottle of "demon's blood" very casually, grabbed the beak of the pigeon, opened the beak of the pigeon, and quickly put the small bottle into the pigeon's belly.

He stood up.

Throw it upwards and throw the fluttering pigeon out.

"Fly...... Let's fly...... Give ...... to the world"

"Take the Nightmare ......"

The pigeon, a real pigeon, no longer had exploding eyes, but a light luster, and Wentijun was in full view, and the dusk of this dragon city made the enchantment that had already begun to be laid flash a layer of waves.

"Raft...... Haven't you come back yet......" Long Xu Gong glanced at the soldier next to him, there were no other captains around him now, only the officials who conveyed the message.

"No...... Your Excellency ......"

The messenger shook his head, he looked at Long Xugong's anxious face, and pursed his lips a little helplessly.

"Don't let anyone in Wenti go......"

Dragonbeard looked in Raft's direction, but he couldn't see what he wanted to see.

There was a pigeon that came from that direction at a fast speed.

"What's that?"

"Report! A pigeon! ”

"Pigeons? Is it a carrier pigeon? ”

"Pigeon with bottle on lap ......"

A messenger replied, causing Dragonbeard's brow to tighten.

"What a bottle!"

Dragon Whisker screamed fiercely: "Could it be a letter from Kaft?!"

"No...... Too clear ......"

The messenger was high up, squinting, and saw the small, like flowing black blood.

"What's not clear?! Yes, yes! No, it's not! ”

Long Xugong angrily hammered the table.

You can't guarantee that anyone under your command will have a smart brain, especially if there is a disparity in status, and what they want to report will be considered and told to their superiors, even if it is too simple.

This is known as the subordinate-level trap.

Long Xugong roared loudly: "Describe it to me clearly!"

"It's black, like blood...... Not a letter, a vial...... It should be a blood ......"

The messenger glanced at his colleague next to him, who was already frightened and didn't dare to squeak, and swallowed his saliva, really not knowing how to describe the vial of blood.

However, it was a simple bottle of black blood, swaying on the pigeon's feet, like a wave, a small churn.

"And whatever!"

Dragonbeard slammed the table.

Kaft would never use carrier pigeons to carry letters unless it was a last resort, which was obviously the last resort......

This suggests that Kaft is likely to be in a desperate situation.

"Also...... And also...... Another pigeon...... Two pigeons flew from that place......"

The messenger was also a little confused, he didn't expect the Dragonbeard Guild to be so angry......

Because they don't have access to higher authority information......

They just have to obey.

"Three?" Long Xu Gong glanced at the messenger.

"Two ...... Two...... ......" The messenger swallowed again, he had already been glared at by the Dragon Whisker for reporting the wrong information.

"There are two of them! Dove! A small vial of black ...... strapped to one foot Liquid, it should be blood, and one is glowing slightly, but this one doesn't ...... anything."

The messenger reported loudly, and he reported in real time and gave this information to Long Xugong.

Blood...... Black Blood ......

Could it be Kraft's blood...... What message does Kaft need to convey with blood?

Or is it that Kaft was completely suppressed, and this is a message from the enemy?

What does blood represent?

Blood represents injury, it represents death......

Or maybe it's not a message at all, and it's not blood...... It's a ...... Liquid......

What kind of liquid will it be?

Long Xugong pondered, pacing left and right in the enchantment that had not yet been activated, walking back and forth quickly.

He was really anxious, because the intelligence said that Haturin, this Wenti County, almost no one could fight......

Although they are all selected Flying Eagles, in the final analysis, they are no different from mass-produced machines, and they are not so prominent......

In other words, if the Flying Eagles are really capable, they have already been promoted, so how can they still be the leaders of the Flying Eagles?

Which of them is Haturin's opponent?

Even if they are promoted to captain, they may not be able to stand up to Haturin.

The really powerful people under the system have long been awarded knighthoods and become big names with status and symbols, are you really different, and you really can't see it when you are a leader?

This is impossible, although the people of the Flying Eagles are not rice buckets, and they are strong enough - outstanding strength among their peers, but if they are really strong, how can they be the leaders of the Flying Eagles......

Don't say that there is no one who can fight, even Long Xugong himself, and he has long since lost much ability...... Gu Long also has to serve the old ......

Not to mention those recruit eggs......

This is the disadvantage of having absolute power, when it is difficult for a force to improve, it can only be manifested as a stage of strength.

When strength is limited to a range...... This means that the next stage is always the strongest.

In layman's terms, level 20 can't beat level 50.

Or that level 20 can't beat level 80......

Another figurative image, that is, if only compared to the grades. A person who scores 22 points on the exam is definitely not as good as a person who scores 99 points on the test.

So the dragon beard is in a hurry, and he is sweating profusely.

Haturin is a strong man who dominates the side, and if he lets two big-headed soldiers deal with it, he can definitely only be sent to death......

No, even if all the big-headed soldiers are sent over, they can only be innocently sent to death.

Although it is the responsibility of the Flying Eagles to protect the people in the city, for the battle with a huge disparity in strength, the battle that can only be stacked with human lives is always the next strategy, and it is not a strategic goal at all.

If someone tells you to trade your life for anything, you can definitely punch that person, because your life is not worth more than others, and it is definitely not cheap.

Even if the Flying Eagles need to protect the inhabitants of the city, they can't force anyone to be a sacrifice hero......

Although heroes are not afraid of sacrifice, the blood of heroes who voluntarily become heroes should never be shed in vain......

Not everyone can be a hero, but those who are heroes will not be afraid of sacrifice, and those who fear heroes will never let their blood be shed in vain.

Anyone who insults a hero who voluntarily sacrifices himself deserves death.

This is also the reason why Long Xu Gong must be in a hurry.

He knew that everyone here together might not be able to deal with Haturin, so he couldn't give random orders, and any order he gave might make the Flying Eagles die in vain, even if they were very conscious, they couldn't fight this kind of battle with human heads.

He was anxious.

Although he had already given an order for Fran to send an army there.

But he was still scared...... Because Haturin is more than just powerful.