At six o'clock in the morning, Red Castle and Princess Tower in Dragon City.
The crystal lamp exudes soft light, and there is a ceramic cup on the white round table. The coffee inside is already cold.
A slender white hand was pressed on the table. Its owner seemed to be in a sulky state, with five fingers spread out in a ray shape, looking strong and impatient.
Under the light, the fingertips were dotted with bright red nails, like five crystal blood-colored gems.
"Gavin Maris, I ask you to do your best to kill that man!"
"Oh, my dear sister, it's only six o'clock in the morning. Shouldn't a beautiful girl be lying on velvet dreaming of knights and princesses?"
The lazy and casual voice of the Red Dragon Prince came from over there.
"Gavin, I'm talking to you about business!" Lacey said seriously.
"Oh, my dear sister, are you too attached to that person?" The tone on the other side was a little more serious, "To say the least, he is just one of the many subordinates at the foot of the red dragon. There’s no need to be so nervous.”
"He is a vassal of the Northern Alliance!" Lacey reminded.
"What's the difference? Don't forget, you are the chief of guards of the Northern Alliance and the person closest to Princess Aaliyah."
"I just want to remind you that he will be the biggest enemy of the Maris family in history!" Lacey's voice couldn't help but raise a bit.
There was silence for a while and he said, "To be honest, I don't think he has such ability. Even though he has just won a commendable victory, he is just a person without any family support or any glorious history." A country noble, so I think..." The other person paused and said in a stronger tone, "We should win over such a person and use him for the Maris royal family instead of pushing him away."
"You don't understand the danger he's in..." Lacey sighed helplessly. She felt very powerless about her brother's brain. The other party inherited his father's rough and heroic spirit, but did not inherit his father's boldness and carefulness.
The tone on the other side became colder, "Compared with these, I think you should pay more attention to your reputation as the eldest princess of the royal family. In the last war, you should not have made such a major mistake that put your father in a dilemma. .”
"What do you know!" Lacey grabbed the communicator, her knuckles turned white from excessive exertion, her body trembled slightly, and she suppressed her anger and said word by word, "One day, you will regret your contempt today. Pay a heavy price!"
After saying that, she hung up the communication.
At 7:30 in the morning, on the border of Silver Claw Principality, the temporary headquarters of the Expeditionary Force in Da Da Town.
"Ding-deng-deng..."
In the winding mine, the sound of heels hitting the ground came from far to near.
Tungsten light bulbs hang from the stone walls. Due to unstable voltage, the light flickers on and off. A tall figure walked out of the darkness, her slender and plump thighs alternately moving forward under a black and white lace skirt, revealing a breathtaking streak of snow-white from time to time.
This is a very good-looking woman, with a small face, delicate facial features, a bit of coolness between her eyebrows, a delicate and graceful appearance, and an extraordinary temperament.
She held the disk in one hand, her posture was very standard, and the horizontal surface of the disk was exactly the same as the corner of her eyes.
On the plate were a coffee pot, milk and sugar cubes, a fried egg, a slice of ham, and two hot steamed buns.
This is an abandoned mine, located at the top of the mine in Dada Town. The original mayor changed this place into the mayor's mansion, and the front is used as a rest room.
Due to the war recently, the master got up early, and the head maid prepared breakfast according to her usual schedule.
The iron door at the end of the passage was closed. The head maid stood at the door for a long time and did not hear any movement inside.
, put the breakfast on the small table by the door, then knelt down and waited quietly for the master to wake up.
As a maid, she will not disturb her master's rest unless otherwise specified.
More than an hour later, around nine o'clock in the morning, there was still no movement inside the iron gate. The head maid looked at the cold breakfast on the plate, and seemed to be thinking about whether to heat it up or make a new one, when the footsteps of military boots suddenly sounded in the passage.
"Ding-deng-deng..."
A muscular female officer wearing military uniform walked over.
Seeing the head maid kneeling beside her, she couldn't help but say "Hey", turned her head to look at the closed iron door, and asked in a low voice, "He hasn't gotten up yet?"
"I thought you were in there."
The head maid's answer made the female officer blush slightly, "It can't always be me." She shot back, "I thought you were in there."
The head maid looked calm. As a palace maid, attending to bedtime is one of the most basic jobs. There is nothing to be ashamed of. She replied seriously, "I went to bed very early last night."
In order to ensure enough energy to take care of the master, the maid usually goes to bed at nine o'clock in the evening and gets up at five o'clock the next morning.
After that, the two of them didn't communicate anymore and just stood quietly at the door.
After a while, about fifteen minutes, the female officer turned and left. As the legion commander, she still has many things to deal with and cannot stay here like a maid. She just came to say hello, and if necessary, she could help the commander solve his morning anger problem. But now it seems that there should be no need today.
After the female officer left, the head maid made another breakfast and continued waiting at the door.
But today the master slept extremely deeply, and there was no sound at all in the lounge.
Time passed quietly, and the head maid who made breakfast three times changed it to lunch, then lunch changed to dinner, and dinner changed to midnight snack.
The situation is a bit abnormal. The owner seems to have been sleeping for too long. Before this, his schedule was very regular. The head maid was a little worried and called the female officer over.
"If you're worried, just knock on the door."
Seeing that the head maid was hesitant, the female officer approached the iron door and knocked twice.
There was still no movement inside. She glanced at the head maid, who nodded, and the former tapped harder and twice more.
"Tuk tuk..."
There was still no response inside, and he seemed to be sleeping deeply.
"Boom!"
The female officer increased her strength and knocked on the door, but there was still no movement inside.
"What's going on?" The female officer's pretty face showed worry.
"Kick the door!" The head maid immediately made a decision, pulled the female officer away, then raised her long legs, blue light appeared on the heels, and kicked her down.
"Clang!"
The iron door was kicked out of shape with great force and slowly fell backwards.
What caught his eye was the master lying on the ground.
The two women's expressions changed and they quickly rushed into the house.
Turn the person over with his eyes closed, as if he is in a coma. The two women quickly checked, one touched her nose and the other touched her chest.
"Breathing is normal..." "Heartbeat is normal..."
"Psychic vision." "Yeah!"
Blue light bloomed in the eyes of the two women, and the world turned into black and white. Countless tiny threads stretched out from the body surface and flowed to the palms of their hands.
Opening the palm of the hand, there is a copper pocket watch. The spiritual energy in Chen Xing's body is slowly flowing here. But it can be clearly felt that the spiritual energy does not stay in the pocket watch, but flows into the unknown space.
between.
The sight before them not only did not make them relax, but made them even more nervous.
There are various signs that Chen Xing is communicating with the undercurrent of time and space. But they didn't dare to do anything, not even move Chen Xing's position.
They all have experience in communicating the undercurrent of time and space, and they know that they cannot move their positions casually, otherwise the spatial coordinates will change, causing their consciousness to be lost in endless darkness.
Communicating the undercurrent of time and space is an extremely dangerous thing, and is usually completed within two or three hours. Not only did Chen Xing take much longer than normal, but looking at the situation just now, he seemed to have entered passively and completely lost consciousness.
"You take care of it here, and I'll go out and watch it outside."
Xiang Caidi, who has rich social experience, quickly realized the seriousness of the problem. Once the news of Chen Xing's coma spread, it would be a disaster for the expeditionary force.
However, there is no airtight wall in this world, especially for some special beings.
[Invading the network...]
[The invasion was successful and the highest authority of the Northern Alliance Expeditionary Force's temporary military communication network has been obtained]
[This action violates the interests of the second authority. Should it be reported to the first authority? ]
[Execution: Ignore message]
[Basic: The first of the highest laws, survival of the race]
…
I don't know how long it took before Chen Xing woke up.
When I opened my eyes, it was pitch black and I couldn't see my fingers.
"Crunch, crunch..."
There was a slight sound under his feet, as if he was standing on an old wooden board.
"This is where?"
Chen Xing thought about it and wanted to summon the torch goblin.
"Huh?"
For some reason, his consciousness was like a stone sinking into the sea, without any response. It seems to be imprisoned by some kind of force, and the realm cannot be opened.
He tried to stretch out his fingers again and release fingertip lightning. The lightning did not shoot out as usual, and it also failed.
He gave up quickly, as if subconsciously, failure was normal.
In the darkness, he groped forward and felt the fabric, like another person's back.
He was getting more and more surprised, but it was too dark here to see anything.
He subconsciously groped up and down, trying to find something to draw light from. A ray of light overflowed from the collar on his chest, and when he took it out, he found a pocket watch that was glowing with light.
With the help of the dim light, he could see clearly a few meters around him.
On the side is a wooden fence, which is badly decayed and covered with white mold spots.
There was a tattered wooden sign hanging on the fence, with a series of letters written crookedly on it.
ThedeadsWharf
This place name is really weird.
He turned his head subconsciously and looked around. When he saw the situation clearly, he couldn't help but take a breath.
What he saw was a rotting corpse. There were people in front of him and behind him, standing in a line, as if they were queuing up.
The corpse stood there, in a very high degree of decay, and its clothes were riddled with holes, revealing the rotten flesh and blood inside.
Different from the living dead. The skin of the living dead is pale and smooth, and there is no large area of decay. They can feel that they are living creatures, but they are different from the living form of humans.
The skeletons have obvious fluctuations of magic energy, but these rotting corpses are breathless and are neither living creatures nor monsters driven by magic energy.
