Vol 2 Chapter 267: There is blood in the free air

Yang Yuefan stepped lightly, avoiding the magic rune engraved on the ground, without making a sound, he recalled the scene of his last time out.
How many years ago was that? The dagger in the hand of the bard shone with cold light. As a team leader of the relevant department, he knew too much.
He usually wears an explosive collar every day when he sleeps. In the event of an accident, he must ensure that his head will be shattered by the explosion.
When he fell into the game-specific group, Yang Yuefan's heart was cheered. In the game, it was the first time he had entered the dreamland safely in more than ten years.
Before this game was completely defeated by Chaos, he no longer had to worry about the threat of evil gods and spiritual awakeners.
In the spacecraft several million kilometers away from the earth, Yang Yuefan takes time every day to communicate with the country, including chaos worshipers who are extremely active in the far south, and demon hunters who have killed the chaos camp repeatedly. Wait.
All the news that he found valuable was reported. In the loess area, there is a special department responsible for summarizing and analyzing the information from all over the world.
And some important news that happened in the game world will also be passed on to Yang Yuefan for reference, such as the newly established anti-intellectual committee, which clears players all over the world who try to replicate various modern technologies in the game.
For example, two Witch Kings were shot close by red cannons near the East China Sea, and nearly three hundred players above the average nearly killed the Witch King who came across the sea into the sea.
At present, the Loess Region is consciously collecting information on the New World, so Yang Yuefan plans to do a big deal.
"I have a different opinion, Master Mage." Yang Yuefan's gloomy voice sounded behind Mage Witt, and at the same time a bright dagger was placed on Mage's neck.
The wizard Werther in the magic tower was unprepared. He never dreamed that someone could touch the tower and threaten him with a dagger!
Witte is also considered battle-tested. After fighting the bugs for nearly two years, he is basically used to maintaining a combination of mage armor and accident spells on himself.
This allows him to calmly deal with all kinds of sudden dangers and gain a few seconds of life-saving time.
But today is different. When he was in the airship, he was overshadowed by the Cyris, and the spells on him had already been used.
Because of staying in the mage tower, Werther felt that he would not encounter any danger, he was a noble spellcaster, and he did not need to face threats like those barbarians.
Therefore, Werther did not supplement his protection spells, and he was in a dilemma at this time.
"Do you know what you are doing?" Mage Witt calmly threatened: "Coerce a mage under the rule of the great Witch King? Your best result is..."
Yang Yuefan, who was also born in Zhongsiyuan, was obviously in the same vein as Xu Yichen in his treatment of prisoners.
Half of the ear dropped blood on the console in front of the mage, and Yang Yuefan said in the mage's ear: "My patience is not very good, you'd better cooperate with me, or I will cut your fingers."
"I know you have the technology to reconnect your fingers, but I will put your fingers into your mouth one by one and let you eat it." Behind the mage, the man with the knife did not tremble with his dagger. , Speaking in a calm tone of frightening words: "I think even if you can grow your fingers again, you will not be as flexible as you are now. For the caster, this is a very painful thing, right?"
"What do you want?" Mage Witt endured pain and said, seeing his blood, he felt that things were starting to get tricky.
As an official mage, Werther himself has killed countless enemies, but most of them are bugs and slaves. At a distance of more than ten meters or even dozens of meters, "Boom!" His enemy turned into a corpse in the flames, frost, and lightning.
At this distance, the wizard Werther has no resistance, especially when the attacker behind him has a certain understanding of the caster.
"It's very simple. First of all, untie the thoughts of the group of slaves underneath." Yang Yuefan made the first request, vaguely impressed by Abraham.
It seems that the opponent is the leader of a recently active resistance organization in the New World, and many American players who can't get along are playing under the opponent's command.
Mage Witt did not hesitate, and slowly stretched out a hand to signal that he did not intend to resist, and slowly put his palm on his temple.
The starting point was slippery, and Waite knew it was his own blood.
The mage seemed to be lost in thought, searching for something in his mind, and then pulling his hand outwards forcefully, Yang Yuefan seemed to hear the sound of something being broken.
Under the tower, the slave soldiers suddenly dropped their weapons, held their heads in their hands, and bent their bodies in pain ~EbookFREE.me~ and let out a scream.
Even Abraham beside the demon hunter changed his face, squatted down and pressed his temple with one hand, dripping cold sweat down his forehead.
"Look, it's not a good thing that freedom came so suddenly." The demon hunter watched the worms in the distance begin to re-form and move towards the fortress: "This time, you have to take your people and face it by yourself. Fear."
"Don't worry, we have experienced too many situations like this. Compared with freedom, this is nothing." Abraham stood up straight, facing the swarm of insects surging in the distance with the sun behind his back, he was not afraid.
In fact, he never felt so good!
This breeze with a hint of coolness, the sun about to rise illuminating the earth with a lazy sun, the earth slightly shakes when the worms run, and even the smell from the corpses in the fortress makes him intoxicated. .
He felt like a blind person saw the light for the first time, and the newborn baby opened his eyes for the first time: "My brothers! We are free!"
Abraham stood on the wall with his back facing the direction of the rising sun, shouting, his silver armor gleaming in the rising sun.
Opposite him, the stumbling slave soldiers who were at a loss, were looking at the surrounding environment with suspicious eyes.
These slave soldiers also possessed the perception and memory of the outside world when their thoughts were suppressed, but they would unconditionally obey orders from higher-level personnel.
Now they are finally free, but their identities have also become fugitives, their former masters have become enemies, and many people have expressions of fear on their faces.
And in the sky, that huge airship had dropped the stable cat.
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