Chapter 16
"Death row slave", although this is a new term, anyone can understand its meaning literally.
Gu Liang gritted his teeth and cursed that damn skeleton a hundred times in his heart.
In this situation, what should Yi Yan do! ?
"Retreat immediately!" Zong Qinyuan ordered sternly, "Get out from the fortress entrance! The advance team will meet you outside!"
"No," Yi Yan's answer broke their fantasy, "I just heard them say that you must stay in the city for seven days to leave, otherwise you can't pass the barrier."
Hearing this, Yan Beichen punched the pillow of his chair and cursed.
Gu Liangyi's palms were completely soaked with sweat. Against a strange race like skeletons without a trace of flesh and blood on their bodies - he even suspected that they were not real life at all - ordinary bullets were obviously not very effective and might even cause Yi Yan more trouble. How should he break the deadlock?
Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind, and he quickly asked in the public channel:
"Principal Zong, the detection drones above the fortress have a self-destruct function, right?"
In light of past experience, and in order to prevent drones from falling into enemy hands again after an accidental crash, every drone in the school, regardless of model and weight, is now equipped with a self-destruct device of a certain weight.
It is guaranteed to turn into a fire meteor the moment it hits the ground, leaving nothing behind.
But up to now, no one on campus has ever considered using detection drones as lethal weapons!
"The temperature of the crematorium's crematorium is between 870 and 980 degrees," Gu Liangyi said at the fastest speed in his life. "The instantaneous maximum temperature of the thermite combustion bomb can reach 3,000, which can even burn ashes cleanly - Principal Zong, contact the drone tower immediately! There is still time to execute Plan B!"
"But the speed is not fast enough and the fuselage will be discovered..."
"That's enough!" Gu Liangyi interrupted him, "Just climb to a certain height and then free fall! Instructor, please tell me the wind speed and direction where you are!"
The instructor subconsciously took out the anemometer he carried with him and took a look.
"Southeast wind, 1.75 meters per second."
Gu Liangyi didn't answer, but Zhuge Xiao's voice came from his headset: "Principal Zong, Gu Liang asked you to give him half a minute. He is estimating the coordinates now. Can you switch to the command channel of the drone tower first?"
In extraordinary times, Zong Qinyuan was also very decisive.
He gritted his teeth and said, "Okay! I'll cut it right away!"
Time passed minute by minute, and although he still looked calm on the surface, cold sweat had gradually seeped out of Yi Yan's forehead under the mask.
At this moment, a strange and crisp female voice sounded from the wireless headset:
"Drone tower received!"
"Coordinates (35,275,1458), pulling up now, expected to reach the designated location in twenty seconds!"
The engine of the micro-UAV hovering in the sky started to run at high speed. Under the control of the commander, it began to quickly climb towards the target location and broke through the thick clouds in the blink of an eye.
At the entrance of the fortress, hundreds of onlookers who had caused a commotion because of Skeleton's words approached slowly and gradually surrounded the position where the man in black robe was standing.
The first person to break the deadlock was a skinny old man.
He walked slowly to Yi Yan, leaning on a thin and twisted wooden cane, and raised his head, revealing a pair of snake-like, fishy and turbid eyes under his messy white hair.
"Where is your master?" he asked maliciously, baring his black and yellow teeth.
Seeing that Yi Yan did not answer, his eyes became colder, and the discussions in the city became louder and louder, with one or two sharp and sinister laughs from time to time:
"Could he have escaped secretly?"
"Hehe, I just happen to be short of brain marrow as material recently. If this is a human, no one can snatch it from me!"
"It's been a long time since we've seen fresh blood and flesh in the insect dens in the city..."
Others shouted:
"Scalp him alive! He dared to pretend to be a wizard. This is unforgivable!"
Finally, seeing that even the orc guards in the distance were alarmed, Yi Yan, who was wrapped in a lot of sticky malice, slowly exhaled, put his index finger and thumb together, and slowly raised them.
He was wearing a pair of dark gloves that no one present had ever seen before. The material was neither leather nor cloth, but seemed to be a dense and tight fiber. There was also an exquisitely crafted cold steel ring on the base of his middle finger, which was engraved with six strange square characters, like some mysterious ancient spell.
Manufactured by Mobei Heavy Industries.
And where his slender fingertips reached was the skeleton that had insulted him at the beginning.
This action shocked everyone.
But soon, they started laughing again, even more unbridled than before—
How could a death row slave be a noble wizard?
It's such a huge joke!
Gu Liang stared at the surveillance screen without blinking, his hand holding the pen turning white with nervousness.
For a moment, he could only hear the sound of his heart beating in his chest.
The white paper spread out on the table was already filled with various messy calculation formulas, but due to time constraints, most of the steps were completed by Gu Liang himself.
He didn't even have time to check it again!
"I have to succeed..."
He muttered to himself, and heard the rapid countdown from the drone tower:
"The altitude has dropped by one thousand meters, six hundred meters, three hundred meters..."
"Three, two, one—"
At the entrance of the fortress, the onlookers whose attention was completely attracted by Yi Yan's actions did not notice at all that a shining meteor was breaking through the clouds and falling straight towards their heads.
"boom--!!!"
A loud bang exploded in the open space.
A few meters away, the skeleton pointed at by Yi Yan was instantly engulfed in flames. Without even a scream, it turned into ashes on the spot.
The whole audience was silent.
All the onlookers seemed to be frozen, their eyes watching the man in black robe changed from malicious mockery to fear and terror in an instant.
Yi Yan calmly withdrew his hand.
His black robe fluttered in the scorching hot wind. The scorching air could be clearly felt even through the silver mask, almost burning the skin.
Such a terrifying flame temperature usually means that the caster possesses unimaginable magical power.
But the black-robed wizard, who stood tall and inviolable like a devil in the crowd, simply brushed away the sparks that were about to fall on his black robe amid the panic-stricken onlookers.
——It was as if he had just casually crushed an ant on the side of the road.
No one knew that the channel in his headset had exploded:
"Hit the intended target! We succeeded!"
"Fuck, he really got it right!"
"Ulla——"
"Awesome! Gu Liang you are really awesome!"
Even Zong Qinyuan was so excited that he waved his fist in his seat: "Student Gu Liang, well done!"
There was a warm cheer in the Earth Command Center, and many people even stood up and applauded Gu Liangyi. Lu Lang looked at the scene on the big screen, and a smile finally appeared on his tense face.
But he couldn't help but whisper to himself, "As expected, a person's true character can only be seen at critical moments. Whether it's your speed of responding to emergencies or your ability to comprehensively handle problems, you are definitely top-notch."
Some things that are engraved in your bones cannot be disguised forever.
In the dormitory, Gu Liang threw away the pen in his hand, took a deep breath, and finally relaxed.
It was not until then that he realized that his hands were shaking uncontrollably.
Yan Beichen, who was standing next to him, grabbed his shoulders and shook him back and forth like crazy: "Ahhhhhh, Fourth Brother, you did it! We did it! This is so awesome—"
Gu Liangyi was almost confused by his shaking, not to mention Zhuge Xiao holding his draft paper and yelling: "I want to worship it! From now on, this will be the heirloom of our Zhuge family for the new generation! The modern Eight Diagrams!"
“Stop, stop, stop!”
Gu Liangyi finally escaped from the clutches of the devil. He was blushing at what they said and quickly interrupted them, saying, "It was just a coincidence this time... and Yi Yan is still surrounded, isn't he? Don't be too happy too soon, the matter has not been completely resolved yet."
The situation at the scene was exactly as he described.
The effect of this tactic of killing the chicken to scare the monkey was beyond their imagination and successfully forced back those evil-minded villains, but what followed was the orc guards' more covert and silent inquiries.
"You...you..." The captain of the orc guard, who looked like a leopard, swung his tail and hesitated for a long time. He was not sure whether he should use a respectful title to address the black-robed man in front of him. In the end, he gritted his teeth and changed his address.
"Are you also here to attend the ceremony held by the city lord?"
It's not his fault. Who could have thought that such a high-level wizard would become someone else's death row slave?
Even among the lowest-ranking slaves, death row slaves are the lowest class.
Unlike slaves who sold themselves because of poverty or became homeless due to war, they have completely lost the attributes of being independent lives.
Many corrupt wizards who learned the teachings of the Dark Temple would raise a group of death row slaves from a young age, depriving them of their five senses and the right to speak, turning them into emotionless puppets. When they needed "materials", they would take them away - hair, nails, limbs, flesh and blood, and even internal organs or bone marrow and brain marrow.
In the eyes of fallen mages, death row slaves are very interesting and practical toys.
The reason why they are called death row prisoners is that every wizard who raises death row slaves will brand them with a lifelong mark, so that the death row slaves can be recognized no matter where they go.
To them, the world is a huge cage from which there is no escape.
This is also the reason why Yi Yan caused such a commotion in the street after entering the fortress alone.
Since the mark of the death row slaves is itself a most vicious curse, when the countdown set by the master ends, the death row slaves will explode and die on the spot.
——The reason is simply that mages don’t need outdated “toys”.
The leopard orc's eyes swept over the white gauze tightly wrapped around the black-robed man's neck. Everyone knew what the mark was underneath, but he really couldn't imagine what kind of terrifying figure was who could subdue such a powerful wizard and even be willing to make him his slave.
Even the city lord...
Thinking of the city lord, he couldn't help but shiver on the spot.
But the leopard orc had to admit that even the city lord probably couldn't humiliate a powerful wizard so unscrupulously.
"Excuse me," he swallowed, unable to resist his curiosity, "who is your master?"
The black-robed man's cold eyes swept across his body through the mask. His devilishly deep black eyes almost froze the leopard orc on the spot.
Just when he thought he was going to die in the next second and would be burned to ashes like the skeleton, the man in black robes said arrogantly in a slow and strange tone:
"You are not qualified to know."
His voice was very difficult, like the clumsy imitation of a stranger who had just arrived, and the whole sentence was almost uttered syllable by syllable.
This feeling...
The leopard orc thought with horror that it was very much like the way most of the death row slaves who had been deprived of the ability to speak spoke for the first time in their lives after their vocal cords were repaired.
“Yes, yes…”
He responded repeatedly, cold sweat completely soaking his fur.
In the leopard orc's heart, the owner of the black-robed man in front of him had a terrifying image that surpassed that of the city lord and reached a level comparable to that of the dark demon god Seris.
He lowered his head and watched fearfully as the man in black robe walked past him, but at the moment they passed each other, he suddenly stopped.
In an instant, the leopard orc's heart rose to his throat.
"Tell him not to tell anyone about what happened here."
Gu Liangyi whispered in the headset to remind Yi Yan not to forget to clean up the mess.
But they had not expected that orcs' hearing was far superior to that of humans. The leopard orc's ears trembled slightly, and Gu Liang's fluent Chinese sounded to him like a mysterious language unique to high-level mages.
The leopard orc widened his eyes, and after looking around suddenly but not finding any figure, the blood in his body froze in an instant -
"The end of the Dharma era is coming, and Seris, who has been sleeping for a thousand years, will wake up again..."
This was a prophecy made by the great prophet Antonio decades ago.
This sentence is well-known on the continent of Ans El, and even a three-year-old orc child can repeat it in full.
But after so many years, it gradually became a laughing stock on the mainland. No one believed that this prophecy would come true anymore. Instead, they talked about it as the only failed prophecy in Antonio's life.
Originally, the leopard orc thought so too.
Until he heard the terrifying voice that came from the depths of hell, with a hint of ominous noise.
The Demon Lord actually found a new host so quickly! And his voice is so young!
Yi Yan frowned slightly, then calmly raised his hand to adjust the headset.
Perhaps because of the barrier and the long distance, his wireless communication was occasionally mixed with some electric current sounds.
"Don't tell anyone about what happened today," he lowered his voice and said to the leopard orc in a threatening tone, "otherwise--"
Before Yi Yan could finish his words, he saw this big guy, who was more than two meters tall, crawled to his feet with a "thump", trembling, and even his tail curled up behind him impatiently. His posture was very much like a large cat that trembled in front of its trainer after making a mistake.
"Lord, please let me go!" he begged in tears.
“…………”
Yi Yan and Gu Liang in the channel fell silent at the same time.
What on earth was this guy thinking about?
The author has something to say:
Seres: means Silk Country and Silk People. It was the name given to countries and nations related to silk by ancient Greek and Roman geographers and historians from the Warring States Period to the Eastern Han Dynasty. It is generally believed to refer to China or the surrounding areas at that time.
Foreigners have some amazing filters for China. For example, people in the Middle East think we are "dragon princesses wearing black silk gloves" (because they think we are obviously powerful but always unwilling to intervene in their struggles. In their eyes, we are just like reserved aristocratic princesses, hhh)
However, I personally think that this kind of cognitive difference caused by different cultural and historical environments is quite interesting. For example, in this article, the protagonist and other students of Mo University are peace-loving flowers of the motherland in our eyes, but in the eyes of people in the other world, they are definitely the villains who are about to rule the world with his loyal followers and magnificent castles (⊙v⊙) When Gu Liang's second personality appears, the misunderstanding is even deeper...
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