Yang Yuefan took a light step and avoided the magic runes engraved on the ground without making a sound. He recalled the last time he went out for field trip.

How many years ago was that? The dagger in the hand of the bard was flashing with a cold light. As a team leader of the relevant department, he knew too much.

It was so often that he had to wear an explosive collar every day when he was sleeping. If something happened, he had to make sure that his head would be smashed.

When he was dropped into the group specifically targeting the game, Yang Yuefan was cheering. In the game, it was the first time he fell asleep peacefully in more than ten years.

Before this game was completely broken by chaos, he no longer had to worry about the threat of evil gods or psychic awakeners.

In the spacecraft that is millions of kilometers away from the earth, Yang Yuefan spends time every day to convey messages to the country, including Chaos worshippers with extremely high frequency of activity in the far south, Demon Hunters who kill the Chaos camp repeatedly and bloody, etc.

All information he thought was valuable was reported. In the Loess District, there was a special department responsible for summarizing and analyzing the information from all over the world.

Some major 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 will clear players around the world who are trying to copy various modern technologies in the game.

For example, two witch kings were shot close by red cannons near the East China Sea, and nearly 300 extraordinary players almost sank the witch king who came across the sea to the sea.

At present, the Loess District is consciously collecting information from the New World, so Yang Yuefan plans to do a big vote.

"I have a little different view, Master." Yang Yuefan's gloomy voice sounded behind the mage Witt, and at the same time, a bright dagger was placed on the mage's neck.

Witt, a wizard in the magic tower, was unprepared. He never dreamed that someone could touch the tower and threatened him with a dagger!

Witt has been through the battlefield for nearly two years. After fighting with the bugs for nearly two years, he has basically become accustomed to maintaining a combination of mage armor and accidental techniques on himself.

This allowed him to calmly deal with various sudden dangers and gain a few seconds of life-saving time.

But today is different. When he was on the airship, he was given a blow to the damn Seris, and his spells had been used.

Because he has been staying in the mage tower, Witt feels that he will not encounter any danger. He is a noble spellcaster and does not need to face the threat like those barbarians.

So, Vette did not replenish his protective spell, and at this time he was in trouble.

"Do you know what you are doing?" Witt, a wizard, calmly threatened: "Under the great wizard king's rule, your best result is..."

Yang Yuefan, who was also from Zhongsiyuan, was obviously from Xu Yichen in terms of how he treated the prisoners.

Half of his ear fell on the console in front of the mage with blood. Yang Yuefan said in the mage's ear: "My patience is not very good. You'd better cooperate with me, otherwise I will cut off your fingers."

"I know you have the skills to re-receive your fingers, but I will stuff your fingers into your mouth one by one and let you eat them." Behind the mage, the man holding the knife had no trace of trembling in a quiet tone and said fearful words: "I think even if you can grow your fingers again, they are not as flexible as they are now. This is a very painful thing for the caster, right?"

"What do you want?" The mage Witt said in enduring pain. Seeing his blood, he felt that things were starting to be tricky.

As a formal mage, Witt has killed countless enemies with his own hands, but most of them are bugs and slaves. Apart from a distance of more than ten meters or even dozens of meters, "bang!" his enemies turned into corpses in flames, frost, and lightning.

At this distance, the mage Witt had no power to resist, especially on the basis that the attacker behind him had a certain understanding of the caster.

"It's very simple. First, untie the ideological constraints of the group of slaves below." Yang Yuefan made the first request, and he had a vague impression of Abraham.

It seems that the other party is the leader of the resistance organization that has been very active on a new world recently, and many American imperial players who cannot make it work are playing under the other party's command.

Without hesitation, the mage Witt slowly stretched out a hand to indicate that he had no intention of resisting, and slowly put his palm on his temple.

It was smooth at the beginning, and Waite knew that this was his own blood.

The mage seemed to be in deep thought, searching for something in his mind, and then pulled out with force, Yang Yuefan seemed to hear the sound of something being torn.

Under the tower, the slave soldiers suddenly threw down their weapons, hugged their heads with their hands, bent down in pain, and screamed.

Even Abraham, who was beside the demon hunter, changed his face, squatted down, pressed his temple with one hand, and cold sweat dripped down his forehead.

"Look, it's not a good thing to come freely so suddenly." The Demon Hunter watched the worms in the distance and began to re-form, moving towards the fortress: "This time, you have to take your people and rely on yourself to face the fear."

"Don't worry, we have experienced too many such situations. Compared to freedom, this is nothing." Abraham stood up straight, facing the swarm of insects surging with the sunshine in the distance, without fear.

In fact, he never felt so good!

With a hint of cool breeze, the rising sun shone on the earth with lazy sunlight. The tide of insects shaking slightly shakes the earth, and even the bloody smell from the corpses in the fortress made him intoxicated.

It felt like the first time a blind man saw the light, and the newborn baby opened his eyes for the first time: "My brothers! We are free!"

Abraham stood on the wall, facing the direction of the rising sun, shouting, and his silver armor shone in the rising sun.

The slave soldiers who were tilted and at a loss opposite him were looking at the surrounding environment with confusion.

When their thinking is suppressed, these slave soldiers also have perceptions and memories of the outside world, but they will unconditionally obey orders from higher-level personnel.

Now they have finally gained freedom, but their identities have also become escaped slaves, and their former masters have become enemies, and many people have expressed their expressions of fear on their faces.

And in the sky, the huge airship had already dropped its stable anchor.
Chapter completed!