Augustine stood on top of the hill and looked up at the sky, which was overcast and gray clouds covered the earth.

A cool breeze blew through it, blowing all the beautiful long hair characteristic of the Augustinian elves, fluttering gently like silk.

Augustine then felt several pairs of burning eyes fixed on him, and he straightened his hair in annoyance, pretending not to see the enthusiastic maidens not far away, nor to hear their loud screams and faint sighs.

At the same time, he secretly made up his mind to go back and find an opportunity to cut the long hair that was in the way.

In the past few days, he has been harassed by those bold and unrestrained girls.

As an elf, in the elf kingdom, he is not a handsome scumbag character. There was no such trouble in the 1281st chapter red channel (asking for a monthly pass) before. But what to do...... But now he is on the continent of the human race.

Handsome appearance, blue eyes, slightly pale face, tall body...... It makes him extremely popular among women on the human continent.

Everywhere he went, there were many huā crazy girls, young women, and even fat aunts rushed over and watched him inhumanely.

The warm and ferocious gaze of the girls reminded him of a graceful beast in the forest, the snow wolf. And he was the prey.

If they were not careful, they would rush up and tear him apart, swallowing all the bones in their stomachs and digesting them.

What scared him even more was that on the mainland, many men with shaved heads and white robes, as well as many nobles, also looked at him with this kind of squinting gaze.

Luckily, in this place, he didn't meet those men. The only ones are a few girls who are full of youth.

They were at Cardamom age, and they were still a little shy. Only dare to be bold, stare at him from a distance, and then shout and play loudly, in this way to attract his attention.

Less harassment from those womenChapter 1281 Red Channel (Asking for a Monthly Pass). Therefore, these few days are the most comfortable and happiest days that Augustine has lived since he came to the Terran continent.

But at this moment, Augustine was not in a good mood.

His sword-like eyebrows furrowed tightly. Squinting slightly, carefully searching for every black spot in the sky, he whispered to himself: "It's late, could it be that something happened?"

Thinking that hundreds of miles ahead, it was the battlefield where more than 200,000 people were fighting, and Augustine's heart became even more entangled: anything can happen on the battlefield~!

"My dearest Ray, don't let anything happen to you. Augustine clasped his hands to his chest. Pray to Mother Earth Goddess with a sincere attitude.

Under the gloomy sky, a sharp eagle chirp suddenly sounded.

The sound of transparency pierced through the clouds and spread throughout the land.

Augustine's face was happy, he clenched his fists happily and waved them into the sky, and said with a smile: "I'm back." My Ray is back. ”

He put his finger in his mouth and blew a loud whistle vigorously.

A black dot appeared in the distance in the sky.

Immediately, the black dot came out of the clouds as fast as an arrow. Speeding towards this direction.

In just a few breaths, the black dot had grown in size, revealing its true face.

That's a cyan flying eagle~!

It came above Augustine's head. Spread your wide wings and hover in the sky.

A scream followed, followed by a flap of wings, and a swoop down towards Augustine.

Augustine hurriedly put a thick cowhide arm guard on his arm and stretched out his arm.

The cyan eagle arched its wings, threw a rabbit hooked in its claws to the ground, and then flapped vigorously in front of Augustine, and its sharp claws firmly grasped Augustine's arm.

A strong wind blown by the wings, and Augustine's hair fluttered.

Augustine, however, didn't care, and raised the eagle on his arm high. Laugh.

But when his eyes fell on the eagle's body, his pupils couldn't help shrinking, and he exclaimed in a low voice: "You are injured~!"

I saw a burn mark on the eagle's back.

Augustine stroked the eagle's feathers in distress, gasped for breath in his nostrils, and said angrily, "Who injured you? I'll go and avenge you. ”

The cyan eagle let out a low cry and touched its head on Augustine's arm.

"It's a person, okay, no matter who this guy is, you can take me to recognize someone after the battle. Augustine's domineering master: "If you dare to provoke us, I will definitely give him a lesson that I will never forget." ”

As he spoke, he stretched out his fist and waved it angrily in the air.

Then he saw the rabbit on the ground, and he couldn't help but be stunned, and said, "Oh, by the way, there is still business." ”

Augustine stooped down to pick up the limp rabbit carcass, and with an eagle on his arm, he ran down the hill and into a yard not far away.

Next to the courtyard, there is a wooden pole that is three meters high. There are a few wires on the wooden poles.

The slender wires, which lead to the guò poles, lead to the east. All the way to the end of the horizon.

This is the closest telegraph station of the Flying Eagle Group to Leiria, but this so-called close, is also five hundred miles away.

It is also the only telegraph station in the area of the Flying Eagle Group Tietong Communication Company.

Although it is a bit remote, it happens to be the border of several surrounding principalities. Tong Guò can completely cover those countries.

Therefore, all the information sent by the nearby principalities and kingdoms to the center of the continent is sent from here, and it is also the headquarters of the southeast region of the venture capital company.

The news that came back from the front line in Leiria was all passed through Guò here, forwarded to the Maple Leaf Danlin, and then forwarded to various countries. This also includes the city of Nedel thousands of miles away.

When Augustine came to the room, he first put his precious eagle on the shelf, carefully cut a few fresh beef, and fed the eagle to eat. Then he pinched the rabbit and walked briskly to another room.

There, a man with a grim face, a meaty face, as tall and mighty as a butcher, sat at the table without saying a word.

He is nearly two meters tall, has a big waist and a round waist, and weighs more than 300 pounds. At first glance, people will unanimously think: It would be a pity if such a character did not kill pigs.

But amazingly, he was wearing glasses and holding a thick book in both hands. Flip through it.

After entering the room, Augustine instantly became cautious, and he didn't even dare to raise his head more, as if he was a little afraid of this person.

"There is something today. Chantrell" Augustine threw the rabbit on the table in front of Chantrell. He said a word in a hurry, and glanced at the book in Chantrell's hand.

Sure enough, I saw the stomach of a person who had been cut open on it, and the skin and stomach were clear, even terrifying.

Augustine suddenly felt a little disgusted, and silently said in his heart: "O great goddess of life, these people are all monsters. There are people who like to dismember the human body. ”

Chantrell's eyes lit up when he saw Augustine, as if he had seen a prey that had been waiting for a long time, closed the book and said with a gentle smile: "Xiao Ao, are you willing to come and touch me today?"

It's good that he doesn't laugh, but Augustine's legs and stomach are trembling when he laughs.

In the eyes of the emaciated Augustine, Chantrell, whose interest was to dig people's internal organs, was even more terrifying than those clergy and aristocrats. Especially when I opened my mouth and laughed, I showed a mouth full of teeth. It's as terrifying as a demon.

His greatest interest at the moment is to touch Augustine's bones and see what the differences are between elves and humans.

In Chantrell's words, it's for science. But Augustine's stomach cramped every time he thought about it, and goosebumps fell to the ground.

"My ray is injured and I'm going back to take care of it. Augustine threw down the sentence and rushed out of Chantrell's room as if he were fleeing.

Chantrell pursed his lips helplessly, threw down the book with "anatomy" written on it, and muttered: "This is for science, this kid has no dedication to science at all." ”

Chantrell himself was fond of teasing Augustine, laughing at his frightened pale face.

This fierce and mighty man is actually a gentle and humorous man at heart, but everyone doesn't seem to appreciate his humor very much.

Bullying the newcomer Augustine became his pleasure.

Augustine was hired by the Eagle Group for a lot of money. These elves have a specialty, training animals and communicating with them.

In the Elven Kingdom, this may be a folklore, but for the Flying Eagle Syndicate, this skill is very useful. It is used to provide point-to-point messaging to the intelligence agents on the front lines.

It is a very important means of information transmission for venture capital firms.

Venture capital firms have been cultivating their own animal messengers, but progress so far has not been encouraging.

And the appearance of these elves successfully solved that problem.

Although these people are old friends of Lorraine, the most famous hero of the Elves, Barentin, recruited for Lorraine, they are only responsible for passing on information, and they will never know what is written on it. Don't want to know either.

Chantrell carefully took out a box and carefully pulled out a lancet from it.

Then use a sharp knife to accurately cut open the rabbit's belly, take out a finger-thick copper tube from it, and after washing away the bloodstains, Chantrell's surprisingly steady big hand slowly unscrewed the copper pipe, and then gently knocked the copper pipe, and poured out the paper inside little by little.

"Oh, it's a pity that there is no article on Xiao Zhu lì today~!" Chantrell muttered softly, slowly unfolding the note with both hands, as if the piece of paper in his hand was fragile and would be shattered with a little effort.

Chantrell copied the narrow slip of paper with a scrambled line of letters and symbols, stood up and pulled out a copy of the Divine Book from the bookshelf behind him, and flipped to one of the most classic articles, "On How Many Angels Can Stand on the Tip of a Needle."

After writing the last sentence, Chantrell's pen in his hand was crushed by him with a click, and Chantrell, who was as strong as an iron tower, turned pale, his hand still maintained the posture of holding the pen, and his eyes seemed to be cracked.

After a few seconds, Chantrell slammed the table and jumped up, the heavy log desk breaking in two under the palm of his hand, and the chair he was sitting on flew backwards and smashed against the wall.

Chantrell didn't care about that, he clutched the note in his big hand and strode out of the room like a madman. Rush to the telegraph station of the Flying Eagle Group as fast as you can.

Chantrell, whose eyes were red, rushed into the street, waving his big hands and shouting anxiously, "Get out of the way, get out of the way." ”

Looking at Chantrell like a mad cow, the pedestrians on the road were frightened and hurriedly dodged, and those who couldn't dodge were hit by his strong body and flew out.

Chantrell ran hundreds of meters at his fastest pace, and was in front of the back door of the telegraph station. He didn't slow down at all, and slammed one side of his shoulder against the door, sending the main door flying.

The security guard guarding the back door looked at the big man who broke in dumbfounded, before he could react. Chantrell's figure had already flashed into the staff aisle and made it straight into the busy telegraph room.

A few telegraph operators were working nervously with their heads down, buckets of ice cubes were placed on the table to cool down, but the room was still as hot as a steamer.

Just as the telegraph operator looked at him in amazement, Chantrell held the note tightly in the palm of his hand, grimaced his face, and whispered, "All out." Immediately~!"

The mage in charge of the telegraph station gave Chantrell a surprised look, then nodded to the crowd and said, "Suspend work and go out for a drink." ”

The telegraph operator released the key in confusion and walked out.

Chantrell sat down in front of the telegraph without saying a word, took a deep breath, calmed himself, and pinched the keys with his fingers, quickly sending out several signals of different lengths.

The mage observing Chantrell's technique whispered to himself, "Red Channel." Highest priority. Oh my God, what's going on?"

This meant that all the telegraph stations that received this signal stopped working and were ready to forward the contents of the next telegram.

Chantrell releases the power key. Rubbing his sweaty palms, he took a handful of ice cubes from the barrel at his feet and stuffed them into his mouth to calm himself down.

Then his big hand pressed the power button again, frowning and engrossed in sending the telegram.

The keys sounded rhythmically, and the signal was carried along the wire in a beam to the next telegraph station.

Each telegraph station is a node in the network, and they will be converted into telecommunication signals that will spread throughout the entire large network of telegraph lines. Then the telegraph station spread throughout the continent, and within two hours, all the urban areas with telegraph stations would receive the news.

"Code Name Thirteen. One hundred of spades, this is not a drill, repeat, code thirteen, one hundred of spades, this is not a drill. ”

The Red Channel's telegram will be taken to the agents of the venture capital firm as soon as possible. The agents would read the message, and Chantrell was sure they would act as the emergency manual had taught them.

After sending this short telegram, Chantrell waited with bated breath, his eyes glued to the telegraph's signal light without blinking.

One minute, two minutes......

Just as Chantrell's cold sweat flowed out, the indicator light flashed.

Chantrell received a confirmation signal from the rear telegraph station that the telegram had been received and that they had forwarded it.

The other party's signal was as clean and steady, obviously as calm as Chantrell's hand.

Chantrell let out a long breath and collapsed weakly in his chair, looking tired, as if he had exhausted all his strength to send out the telegram.

Chantrell raised his head, glanced at the sweat-soaked note in his hand, and suddenly laughed with satisfaction, muttering in a low voice, "It's okay, I've done my duty." ”

At this time, the signal light of the telegraph flashed again, showing that the other party had sent a telegram, and Chantrell immediately tensed up and quickly held the notes on the contents of the telegram.

The other party used a clear code, and there was only one sentence: Doctor, take care, hippopotamus.

These three words made Chantrell smile knowingly, and he couldn't help but rub his nose, the intelligence station he led was codenamed doctor in the venture capital company, and the hippo was the code name of the intelligence station that received the signal.

Chantrell had an obscene middle-aged uncle in his eyes, and in his heart: he was obviously a thin man, but he called himself a hippopotamus.

The mage glanced down curiously at the note in Chantrell's hand, the handwriting was blurred, but vaguely legible.

Codename...... Thirteen, one hundred spades, what does that mean?" the mage asked Chantrell with a puzzled expression.

Chantrell stood up with a solemn expression and said slowly, "That means that the demon army has invaded. ”

The mage laughed, pointed at Chantrell and said, "What are you kidding?"

Chantrell shook his head slowly, looked at him sternly, and said, "The highest combat readiness, we will take over here, prepare to destroy the equipment, and immediately transfer the personnel."

This is not a drill~!"

The corners of the mage's mouth were still smiling, but his eyes had already shown a shocked look, and after a moment's pause, he stammered, "Demons, demons, called?"

Chantrell nodded, his voice as flat as ever, and said, "They landed from Leiria and have a hundred war fortresses. ”

The mage's body trembled with fear, and he suddenly jumped up like an electric shock and shouted, "Evacuate, evacuate, the door is closed today." ”

At the same time, he ran quickly towards the door.

When he stepped on the threshold, the mage suddenly turned around, looked at Chantrell solemnly, and said, "Where are you?"

Chantrell shrugged his shoulders, smiled easily, and said, "We can't go yet." ”

The mage licked his lips, then finally nodded to Chantrell and said sincerely, "Take care." ”

When the mage disappeared behind the door, Chantrell turned and walked to the corner, took out several small cylinders from a sealed metal box, and placed them one by one in front of the telegraph.

In an emergency, they can burn telegraphs to ashes with a single fire.

After doing this, Chantrell sat back in his chair, his eyes fixed on the telegraph in front of him, where they would stand by and wait for the news to be delivered while the enemy troops did not come to the door.

The demons are killed, and they still have to lurk and continue to work.

Chantrell stared at the telegraph in distraction, and couldn't help but say in his heart: "How long have we been fighting for this world?" (to be continued!!