In the end, Skye was caught, and a strong man who was good at mental means forcibly read Skye's memory.
This method will make Skye's mind become insane.
Immediately afterwards, there were strong men who were good at soul methods, searching for Skaine's soul.
All available means of investigation fell on Skye.
There is even a strong man who stripped off all the hair on Skain's body, because this strong man can recall the past of other creatures through their hair.
Skye kept screaming and suffered tremendous torture, but he showed no sign of begging for mercy.
However, many strong men were busy for a long time. In the end, except for leaving Skaine half-dead and completely losing his intelligence, the strong men did not get any more information.
The Island of Heroes was attacked by a mysterious organization. The way Skye knew about the contact ban was to have ten second-level guardians self-destruct to attack the blockade.
There was nothing else in Skane's memory.
Skye was just a chess piece that was thrown out with a message. His memory had long been cleared, and even his fate had been dealt with, making it difficult for the strong to trace his past.
Use a strong person with the strength of a second-level guardian as a chess piece.
I have to say, it’s really surprising.
Because of this matter, it is completely possible to sacrifice only one first-level guardian, or even a chess piece under the guardian.
After all, not only the guardians of various races came to the meeting, but also some representatives whose strength did not reach the level of guardians.
No, this is no longer a chess piece, this is a dead soldier!
Except for the Moon elves and humans who wanted to vent their anger, other races no longer had the slightest interest in the half-dead Skain.
Not entirely, some strong men who are good at undead methods are very interested in Skaine's body.
But then there was a long silence.
Because, if what Skane said is true.
So which races present are willing to dedicate ten second-level guardians?
"There must be other ways to break the blockade!"
"That's right!"
"Don't worry about the Island of Heroes. There are many strong people outside. We also have a second-level guardian outside. It will be fine...probably."
No race is willing to risk a secondary guardian to uselessly self-destruct to clear the blockade.
They felt that the worst was not yet to come.
There are still many guardians on the Island of Heroes. Maybe the second-level guardians are less powerful, but they are not so easy to defeat.
Only the people at the human seats were still worried about Baili Yuan.
Other races haven't lost yet, but the human race may be about to lose a second-level guardian.
Judging from Skye's attitude, Bailiyuan is probably in danger.
But why do we need to use the strong men of my human race to perform the surgery?
…
Race floor - the swamp troll floor.
At this time, there was a group of uninvited guests in the racial floor of the swamp troll clan.
In the main hall.
Several seriously injured swamp troll warriors were covered in bandages and had received some treatment, and were sitting on the edge of the hall.
And on the luxurious seat in the center of the hall, which should belong to the seat of the heroic successor of the Swamp Troll Clan, there are several beings who are not from the Swamp Troll Clan, and among them are the figures of the Dark Moon Elf Clan.
In the middle of the hall, several heroic inheritors belonging to the swamp troll tribe were tied up and restricted from all their strength. They fell to the ground and tried to struggle.
But there was no room for resistance.
Several heroic heirs of the swamp troll clan looked angrily at the uninvited guests occupying their seats and shouted: "No matter what you want to do, you will never succeed. You are going to be the enemy of the whole world."
The uninvited guests sitting on the chairs just smiled and said nothing.
However, the heroic successors of the Swamp Trolls are not really angry at these intruders, but at their fellow tribesmen who plotted against them——
The guardians of those seriously injured swamp trolls.
The hero inheritor turned his head, stared at the several guardians angrily, and shouted loudly: "You are betraying the race, betraying the ancestors, betraying the world! Hate it!"
If they hadn't been secretly plotted and drugged by their most trusted comrades, how could they have been caught so easily.
They have badges of honor. As long as they burst out with strength, it will be difficult for the enemy to catch them, and they will also have a chance to bring out the information.
The guardians who were scolded by the inheritors sneered. The troll shaman stood up with a smile, approached the inheritors, and said in a calm tone: "No, we did not betray the race, because we made It is the strong men in the clan who make these decisions!”
"It should be said that you inheritors guard the honor of the so-called inheritors and talk about unexplained heroic will, but you have never thought of seeking benefits for the race. Now you are blocking the way for the race to become stronger. You are the betrayal of the race. He!"
"Those inheritors who went out and returned to their tribe have been completely erased because they betrayed their race."
Upon hearing the Troll Shaman's words, several inheritors widened their eyes.
The Troll Shaman's words also chilled their hearts.
They protect the inheritance and honor of their ancestors, but they are regarded as traitors by their race, and their colleagues who return to their clan after leaving the country are actually killed by the strong men in the clan.
How sad!
"What on earth are you going to do? What kind of interests make the race do such crazy behavior?!" A successor was extremely shocked and asked.
"Of course it is for the rise of the entire race!" the troll shaman said with some fanaticism.
"You are seeking your own destruction!"
"Oh, in this world, you can't survive without being crazy, and without facing death, how can you go further." The troll shaman slowly spoke, as if he was persuading several inheritors to surrender. After all, as inheritors, they are all members of the same race. If it were possible, how could he be willing to give up the high-end combat power? "Although different worlds occasionally come to this world, the important resources in the world are still limited. However, the eternal contract of heroes limits the powerful races. Expand outward to obtain more resources. The contract is narrow. Only by breaking the contract can our tribe move freely and leave the swamp where life is difficult, obtain more resources, let the tribe live a better life, and let the race More strong men!”
"Bah, you are farting. The eternal contract protects the weak races and liberates those races that should be slaves! Don't forget, our race was originally just a vassal race of the forest trolls. It is because of the eternal contract that our race Being able to develop stably in the tribe and establish a swamp troll country instead of being captured and killed by the powerful race. Have you forgotten all this? It is because of the contract that the weak race is not bullied by the powerful race. The possibility of rising." The inheritor sneered, and then looked at the Dark Moon Elf Tribe, "And it is because of the contract that those stupid races that seek self-destruction can survive. Also during the man-made disasters, it was also because of the contract that many races It didn’t become history!”
"Man-made disaster"!
A word that did not exist in the history of the human race was spoken by the inheritor of the swamp troll tribe at this time, as if it was the tip of the iceberg of a buried history.
From the perspective of the inheritors, this group of uninvited guests, as well as their own race, are just picking up the bowl to eat and putting the bowl down to curse.
"It's not too late to turn back now!" the inheritor said earnestly.
The words of the inheritor made the troll priest unhappy.
"If you don't obey the will of the clan, you have a way to die!"
With that said, the troll priest was about to stand up and finish off the inheritor who spoke.
But he was stopped by the powerful men of the Mingyue Elf Tribe.
The strong man from the Dark Moon Elf clan looked at the speaking inheritor, showed a meaningful smile, and said: "The stupid race you are talking about is our clan, right?"
"Hmph!" The inheritor snorted coldly.
The strong man from the Dark Moon Elf Clan did not mind, but took out a bottle of potion and said slowly: "It is too wasteful to kill him like this. After all, he is a inheritor, let him dedicate himself to the race for the last time. This is Wangchen The poison can change the character and will of a living being. It is the secret poison of our clan. So far, it has only failed once. It can be used on this inheritor, and I don’t think it will fail."
Hearing the words of the powerful man from the Dark Moon Elf Clan, the inheritor's eyes widened and he closed his mouth tightly.
However, the inheritor who has been controlled is the meat on the chopping board. Whether it is filled with water or not is not his decision.
…
The strong man from the Dark Moon Elf clan said to the troll priest: "For the plan, all the representatives of your swamp troll clan have sacrificed their lives. You are really dedicated and admirable."
The troll priest shook his head, "This is what they should do. The clan will remember them."
The strong man from the Dark Moon Elf Tribe sneered in his heart. He knew the thoughts of the Swamp Troll Tribe very clearly.
Although it was a plan to avoid exposing clues, the death of the representatives of the swamp troll clan was a painful act. If the plan fails, the Swamp Trolls can use this scene to protect themselves. If it succeeds, then these representatives of death will be the heroes of the race.
In the end, it was just some civil servants who were not at the level of guardians who died.
"But it is more admirable that you, the Dark Moon Elf Clan, sacrificed a second-level guardian." The troll priest said. I don't know if he was responding to the words of the powerful Dark Moon Elf Clan, or if he really felt that the Dark Moon Elf Clan The sacrifice is really great.
The strong man from the Dark Moon Elf Tribe smiled, "He is just making one last contribution to the race. It is a necessary sacrifice for the reconstruction of our race."
The troll priest laughed.
Behind them stood several inheritors with dull eyes, all of whom were ready to make their last "dedication" to the race.
…
Deep in the universe.
The Easter egg system turned into a large ball of light and appeared out of thin air.
"Being transported here? Where is this place?" The Easter Egg System was a little confused.
When Bailiyuan saw the transmission ended, he also lay down at the door of his home space and looked out.
Establish the situation first and then find your way back.
We can only take one step at a time, and we can no longer believe what the future holds.
Bailiyuan then looked around, and then showed a somewhat forced smile.
"Hey, hey, are you kidding me? Are you going to use such a big scene to deal with me?"
In this star field, in the surrounding universe, there are thousands of monsters, warcraft, and many strange creatures floating in the universe.
This is the monster fighting arena prepared for Bailiyuan!
"Where did you find so many dangerous monsters?" Bailiyuan suspected that the enemy who would be more important to him in the future might have seen through the upcoming battle and prepared so many monsters.
It’s really not enough for Baili Yuan to kill him if he comes less.
But this is probably too much.
