Inside the floating boat, the garrison ordered by the Templar to stop fighting was tied together by the slaves with ropes, and Li Bingheng had temporarily saved the life of the captain of the floating boat.

"Fortunately, your weapon has a flame effect, which reduces the possibility of infection." At the same time, Li Bingheng bandaged the wound of the captain's broken arm, and at the same time habitually told him: "as long as he can pass today, he will be able to survive."

"As long as he can live to raise this old airship to a height where insects can't threaten us." The demon hunter added, "I think our mission is about to end."

With the exception of the surviving crew, in their own positions, maneuvering the airship to the surface, the others were left outside the cockpit.

Abraham was appeasing the slaves. For some reason, the Knights Templar was on Abraham's side, accusing the Witch King of the low survival rate of slaves.

According to Abraham, the Templar had no way to go, and from his first compromise with the rebels, they were birds of a feather in the eyes of the Witch King.

As the first player to contact with Yang Yuefan, Li Bingheng hesitated for a moment, or asked, "Sir, can I ask if Mr. Yang of the Ministry of justice was deliberately left behind?"

"I think he has a way to get out of it," Xu Yichen said with a smile

This can also be regarded as revenge for his action alone, forced to open the second stage of the task, put his teammates in the pit of the demon hunter full of pleasure.

Li Bingheng shrugged his shoulders. He has done his best. Let him ask for more happiness.

Inside the magic tower, the "forgotten" player, Yang Yuefan, took a puff from the corner of his mouth and looked at the steam. He had become a small floating boat in the sky: "maybe you have any other way, master?"

Outside the fortress, the metal box containing the giant insect was gnawed by other insects. In a roar full of anger, a tall figure broke free from the box.

The huge bug with indomitable momentum, heavily hit the magic tower, the whole tower in the impact of each other shaking.

Mage Witt's voice was very calm in the vibration: "the structure of this tower is very solid, the foundation is as deep as 15 meters. Basically, this impact will not cause structural damage. What you need to worry about is that those insects climb in along the outer wall."

"The tower's own teleportation can only teleport one person. Don't imagine that I will teleport you away. There is no magic mark of the Supreme Council. This system can't recognize you at all, outsider." The mage Witt felt that he was performing very well at this time, neither panicked nor crying.

He hoped that when he was resurrected, when the Supreme Council retrieved his final memory, he would see a calm and wise mage.

He used those trivial intelligence, and the enemy one-on-one game, calm for his soul backup to get enough time.

In this way, this time's death will not have any negative impact on himself, and may also have some bonus points. Thinking of this, the mage Witt spoke softly to the hijackers behind him.

Yang Yuefan's voice is also calm, because he knows that this time the task is almost over, and he may enter the picture of character settlement at any time.

The only problem is how much information can be extracted from the mage's mouth before the end of the mission.

So, surrounded by thousands of insects, they had a peaceful and elegant conversation in the magic tower.

"So the wizard kings are legendary mages?"

"Of course, wizard kings are legendary mages, but legendary mages are not necessarily wizard kings."

"Therefore, the Supreme Council is a unified organization of mages under the wizard king, which administers the whole new world and provides various experimental materials and assistants for the wizard kings?"

"After all, the great wizard kings have precious time. It is the loss of the whole world to waste time on these common things."

"Have you ever thought that in the eyes of the Witch King, you are no different from those slaves?"

"Of course there is a difference. Our value is higher, and we volunteer to serve the wizard king, because we all know the importance of the wizard king."

"So the reason why you talk to me so calmly is because the Supreme Council in your mouth has the ability to revive you after your death?"

"Of course, this is the great wizard King..."

"ha, why don't you go on? I'm very interested in this. Which great wizard King developed the technology to revive the dead?" With a winner's smile on Yang Yuefan's face, he knew that the crafty mage had not explained everything he knew.

Mage Witt's face is extremely ugly. Fortunately, he has completed the backup of his soul. Otherwise, the crime of divulging the information of the hidden wizard king would be enough to send him to the scaffold.

After all, there are many Witch King's research direction and gods overlap, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, many wizard kings hide their own existence.The people in the court obviously have a special love for the wrong mages. After their souls burn, the spirit can shine enough to flash in the void for a few seconds, providing more data for the witches.

Thinking of his possible end, the wizard vitte clenched his teeth and said, "you don't want to get a word in me again! Outsiders! "

In the smile of Yang Yuefan's winner, the hard climbing insects finally climbed up from the outside of the magic tower, with ferocious limbs and small eyes flashing with vicious light, which all reflected the thirsty of talens for other life forms.

"Enjoy the chance to dance with insects, and you deserve it!" Yang Yuefan pushed the mage to the first insect in the tower, and then turned back and ran back.

Before the insects in another direction were pouncing on themselves, Yang Yuefan jumped down from the tower, stretching his limbs in the air, trying to increase the time of floating for a few seconds.

"Damn, how can this task not be finished..." the roar of the lengthened voice in the air suddenly summer but ending, Yang Yuefan suddenly disappeared in the air.

In the interior of the pontoon, some pale captain, who had lost too much blood, was relying on his seat to command the crew to continue to float up and down under the orders of the Templar: "we have reached a safe altitude, and those insects are not threatening us."

When Yang Yuefan opened his eyes again, he saw the face of the hunter who was beaten.

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