The westernmost part of the ancient continent lies a frozen sea.

A colossal fleet of beast-headed ships was spreading out and surrounding a storm that stretched from the sky to the sea.

They occasionally fired something into the storm using their ship's guns.

Under the relentless firing of the naval guns, the storm, which contained countless seawater and ice blocks, was visibly shrinking.

However, although the storm is shrinking, its power is increasing rather than decreasing.

With a slight twist, it engulfed any approaching ships and tore them to pieces.

"The Ship of Despair, a natural wonder of the ancient continent."

"If we get it, we'll be invincible in this game!"

Hextech stands at the bow of the flagship.

Holding a skull staff, arms outstretched, eyes burning with fervor, as if embracing a storm not far away.

"Then, we'll securely win this competition, gather the resources of all seven civilizations, and receive the rewards from the Ancient Desolate Continent itself..."

"Hehehe..."

"However, at the current pace, it will take at least three more days to completely break through the natural barrier of the Ship of Despair..."

Hextech gradually calmed down from its frenzy.

Suddenly.

Hextech's heart stirred, and he couldn't help but extend his right hand.

In an instant.

A ghostly green flame emerged from Hextech's palm.

Amidst the flames, the blood-stained, crazed face of Number Eighty-Eight was revealed.

Hextech even sensed Vaughn's extreme fear and despair within that ball of flames.

"This is... a primitive human race?"

"The original race of humans actually killed that guy Vaughn!?"

Hextech was filled with disbelief.

Shouldn't the initial race be the weakest...?

"No, this appearance is too different from the original race we just saw. Could it be that the human summoned a mutated species?"

"That shouldn't be possible... Mutant species shouldn't pose a threat to Vaughn..."

After a brief moment of shock.

Hextech suddenly seemed to remember something and chuckled softly.

"Hehehe..."

"Whatever secrets this human race may have... it's perfect for diverting my attention."

Thinking of this.

Hextech casually opened the world chat.

The deaths of Vol'jin and Vorn have essentially pinpointed the location of that human race.

And all she has to do now is...

Send out these coordinates!

She didn't even need to explain anything; simply stating that the coordinates were inhabited by humans would naturally attract curious civilizations from the surrounding area to investigate.

This moment.

Hextech actually hopes that the human race is stronger, so that it can draw the attention of other civilizations for a while longer.

Muddy water...

That way I can slack off...

.......................

A desolate cave in the wilderness.

"How did the interrogation go?"

Li Qingyu was somewhat curious, but didn't hold out much hope.

Obviously... cooks all have signs of suicide, there's no reason why that guy didn't, right?

"Fantastic."

Number 88, who was kneeling on one knee, couldn't help but lick his lips.

Seeing those delicate lips, Li Qingyu couldn't help but lick them as well.

"I'm asking... do you have any information...?"

They're all elites, but somehow... their thought processes seem a bit off?

"These enemies all come from the forest in the southwest. Their territory is over there. Lord, do you need me to lead a team to deal with them?" Number Eighty-Eight asked seriously.

"territory?"

Li Qingyu looked at his right hand, then at number 88, and shook his head.

"What other information do you have? Tell me everything."

After a few seconds of contemplation, Number 88 replied with a hint of shame, "Lord, their leader... I only played with him for a short while before he self-destructed. I didn't get much information from him, only that they belong to the Zanda civilization and are trolls."

"Oh, by the way, those two troll maids are still alive. I'll keep them for you to help your health."

Upon hearing this, Li Qingyu raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"The rest...are all dead?"

“They’re all dead.” Number Eighty-Eight lowered his head again and added in a low voice, “But they were all dismantled neatly. They can be used for flower arranging, for making soup, or even…”

"Alright, take some men and take over their territory. Demolish the two maids too."

Li Qingyu narrowed his eyes, ignoring what Number Eighty-Eight said next.

Just thinking...

If he occupies the territory of other civilizations, he should be able to leave, right?

Upon receiving the order, Number Eighty-Eight's eyes flashed with excitement. Without hesitation, he stood up and jumped off the throne.

Watching Number 88's departing figure, Li Qingyu was speechless.

With such a great figure, I originally wanted to keep her by my side as a secretary, just like the great assassin.

What a pity...

And with the departure of No. 88.

Finally, silence fell upon the throne.

After a moment of stunned silence, Li Qingyu looked at his lower body, which had lost both legs, and felt utterly helpless.

He can't transform during a live stream, that would be too ridiculous.

It seems we can only wait until the palace is completed before having a wheelchair made.

Or... how about getting a sedan chair?

Or... just have the secretary memorize it?

Huh!?

That's a good idea.

So, which secretary should be assigned to carry it?

Or... how about... six elites take turns carrying it?

Li Qingyu stroked his chin, and couldn't help but praise his own cleverness.

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