About the story of a brave man being a potato for a thousand years and then the world was destroyed

The Black Dragon King's forehead twitched as he listened to their movements.

"Hey, let me tell you, can you be more serious," the Black Dragon King said helplessly, "We have to decide on a big thing, okay..."

"Who knows how long it will last if he drills down like this," the Red Dragon King said with a smile, "Besides, no matter what the result is, we can only watch, right?"

"That's right," the Black Dragon King sighed, "just looking at you like this makes me feel that it's pointless to be so nervous..."

"Hey, Lao Hei, you have such a temper, you are too tense," a man with silver hair said playfully, "Relax, we are all following the boss's wishes anyway. If we do what you say, the boss will take action. , then we will naturally be ready to take action. If not, then we can do whatever we need to do. "

"The one who is speaking now is the great Silver Dragon King who claims not to do unnecessary things, but single-handedly managed to create a large group of sub-dragons," a man with long green-blue hair spoke loudly. road.

The two qi of yin and yang merged into one. On the spot, the Silver Dragon King's face turned red and blue, he laughed awkwardly, turned away his eyes, and said nothing.

"Hey, don't bury Lao Yin all the time, that's just the way he is," the Red Dragon King laughed, "and that's a good point, isn't it? The boss's attitude is our attitude, and I don't want to cause any trouble for him." He hung it on the clan door as a chili skewer."

"I just can't figure out why you think the boss will interfere with things here," a woman with long green-gray hair said, "Isn't it an industry rule not to interfere in the world in the hands of others? We just need to take action, regardless of the consequences. How about it, the boss has to be talked about in the industry, right?"

"Do you think the boss is the kind of person who is afraid of others chewing on his tongue?" A man with orange hair took over, "Or, do you think there are not many people in the industry who chew on the boss's tongue?"

"I just can't figure this out," the gray-haired woman frowned, "What do you think the boss is trying to do by offending people all day long?"

"Hey, what else are you trying to do," the Red Dragon King smiled, "Xiao Gang, you haven't conquered the world with the boss, it's hard for you to understand that feeling..."

"How do you feel?" The gray-haired woman frowned, "Every time you talk about this topic, you don't explain it clearly. I don't know whether I should say you Riddler or me... Tsk, it's very annoying."

"No, I..." the Red Dragon King scratched his head, "I also... um... how should I put it..."

"Okay, Old Hong, if you can't figure it out with your steel tongue, let me explain it," the Black Dragon King sighed and said, "Xiao Gang, have you ever fought against the boss?"

"Of course, but I can't fight back at all," the gray-haired woman shrugged.

"Yes, there is absolutely no way to fight back. The power is not on the same level at all. After all, he is a god, and we are just servants," the Black Dragon King said, "Then, if one day, the boss's temperament changes drastically, and he starts to squeeze you non-stop. , allowing you to work without interruption, without being able to sleep, eat, or have any entertainment activities, and your only chance to escape is to kill the boss. What do you think will happen to you at that time? "

"Hey, that sounds a bit scary," the gray-haired woman shuddered, "You're just giving an example, right?"

"Absolutely," the Black Dragon King rolled his eyes, "otherwise I would still be the boss of Black Fart."

"Yeah, let me think about it," the gray-haired woman rubbed her chin, "If such a day comes, then I will definitely have to run away as fast as I can?"

"There is nowhere to run?" Black Dragon King asked, "It's not a metaphor, but the whole world is only as big as the clan, there is no place to run."

"Then I'll die," the gray-haired woman rolled her eyes.

"Hahahahaha, it's quite true," the Red Dragon King laughed.

"Yes, it's okay to die. We all thought so before the boss became a god," the Black Dragon King shrugged. "Although it may not be so intuitive, the vast majority of people in this world, as well as us back then, were all living In the environment I just told you."

"Huh?" The gray-haired woman was stunned for a moment, "It's not that big of a deal..."

"You have visited too many places with entertainment and entertainment over the years," the Red Dragon King smiled and shook his head, "haven't you noticed how deformed most cities in the world are..."

"But, they are also deformed..." The gray-haired woman hesitated.

"I can't explain it in a few words, but the reason why this world is so sick is inseparable from the attitude of the gods." The Black Dragon King sighed, "We all came out of the sub-world, that is, you were still young at that time. , maybe I can’t remember, the world we used to live in was as fucked up as this one, and the boss worked hard to get us where we are now, how could he turn a blind eye to these people from the sub-world who are also struggling to survive.”

"It's a pity, this kind of behavior will only be regarded as an alien over there," the Red Dragon King raised his head, "After all, in the sub-world? Haha, who cares about the life and death of the people in the sub-world? Maybe, only people like us can People will care, right? Since no one stands up, then, I think, we can only come..."

"No, but I still think..." The gray-haired woman still hesitated, "After all, in this world, the creation gods can create dozens of them a year..."

"Yes, but no matter which sub-world you go to, you will find that the people living there are real people, not crystals of faith," said the Black Dragon King, lowering his head and looking in the direction of Liu Ji, muttering, "Sure enough, the boss is here..."

When everyone heard this, their eyes focused on Liu Ji.

The next moment, they clearly saw that the dark door opened silently in front of Liu Ji's path.

And Liu Ji seemed to be unaware of anything and rushed in.

The next moment, the door disappeared without a trace along with his back, as if nothing had happened here.

The real dragons all focused their attention on the Black Dragon King.

"Ha, then, the answer is obvious," said the Black Dragon King, "Let's go, after watching for so many years, we should also join in the fun."

289. Two-in-one Come on, noble cannon fodder

Time passed slowly.

Hmm...

Is it passing slowly?

Probably, Liu Ji actually had no idea how fast time passed.

After all, sometimes when he closed his eyes in the sleepy morning, half an hour had passed. Sometimes when he couldn't sleep and forced himself to sleep, it felt like several hours had passed but only half an hour had passed.

In the pure darkness, who knew how long time had passed.

To be honest, it felt bad.

It even scared Liu Ji.

The memory that was sealed underground lingered in his heart like a nightmare.

The memory of another world was so vague and fragmented that he didn't even know whether the front would lead to his destination.

Countless times, he wanted to turn around, rush out of the darkness, and return to the ground...

But obviously, he couldn't do that.

But he couldn't stop such thoughts from coming out of his mind, just like he couldn't stop his fear of the endless darkness.

He could only grit his teeth, tortured by this thought, and keep moving forward.

What he didn't notice, and couldn't notice, was that in a certain space, a pair of eyes were watching him.

Liu Ji thought he was moving in a certain direction, but in the scene seen by those eyes, he was just circling in a small ball of soil.

The eyes led the small ball of soil and moved slowly forward in the endless void, cautiously, as if afraid of accidentally breaking the fragile little ball of soil into pieces.

And at the end of the void, there was a bright light.

A dead light.

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"Bang!"

Miss's fist fell on Snow's table.

Jon Snow, who was playing with the magic construction, looked up at him and frowned, "What's wrong? You're so angry."

"Kiselos..." Miss gritted her teeth and said, "He's dead!"

"Ah?" Jon Snow was stunned, "No way? How could he..."

"Don't play dumb with me!" Miss roared, "You know it, right!"

"No, what do I know?" Jon Snow pretended to be confused, "This action plan was discussed by everyone. Do you suspect that I'm targeting him? No way, how could I not know that you have such a good relationship that you would be angry because he tried to find someone to vent his anger on?"

"That's not what I'm talking about!" Miss roared, and slammed the table again, "You know there will be accidents in this operation! The two kings will be on full alert! If it weren't for Kiselos's high-handedness, They have already spotted us, we can't even run away!"

"You said it was an accident, how can I know it in advance?" Snow looked at him with a subtle expression, "Are you scared silly? Are you already slurring your words?"

"Stop talking nonsense, you always participated in the previous actions, why did you miss this time?" Miss shouted, "Do you think we are fools! ?"

"Hey, because of this," Snow smiled, "It's really strange, obviously you all had no opinion on my action plan before you left, now something went wrong, you came back to blame me? I say, is there another possibility? For example, it was because I was not there that you got into trouble?"

"Hehe, even if you were there, would you be able to escape unscathed if you met two kings?" Miss sneered.

"It's ridiculous. If you can do it, why can't I?" Jon Snow sneered and shook his head. Then he sighed, raised his head, looked into Miss's eyes, and said softly, "And... I really think your behavior is a bit childish. You don't think that what we are doing will not result in any sacrifices, right? And it's a bit too ugly to hold a grudge against me just because I'm lucky."

"No, you're not lucky," Miss stared at Jon Snow and said fiercely, "You don't care about our lives at all. In the past two months, we have lost more than a dozen people. There has never been such a dense mass sacrifice in the history of the sanctuary..."

"Remind you, it has happened," Jon Snow said, "There have been several civil wars in history, and many more people died than this."

"You... Hehe, you compare the current situation with the civil war?" Miss sneered.

"Hehe, you compare the disasters of the past with the present?" Jon Snow sneered twice, "Do you know what the opponent this time is."

"It's just because I know that I can't understand your decision!" Miz slammed the table, "Every time you said it would be a perfect opportunity! Every time! But the result is! We are dying every time! "

"Then let me ask you, haven't we achieved any results?" Snow choked back, "How many of his strongholds have we removed so far? Those are the resurrection towers of the vanguard! Without them, the march of the Tyrant's troops would be How much slower will it be?! And last time we even succeeded in banishing the Fourth King into the phase storm. If we were not too lucky, he might never come out. See, aren't these all our achievements? Do you really care about the whole world when you don’t see results but only sacrifices?”

"That's because it wasn't you who died!" Mith yelled, "If it were you who died, could you still say such a thing?"

"Dead people can't talk, and I will only carry out all this until I die," Snow said coldly, "If you come to me just to say these things, then you can leave, and you will be here soon. If you want to survive the next mission, I can remove you from the sanctuary."

"You!" Meath pointed at Snow.

Snow looked at him calmly, with a calm expression on his face.

Mi Si was silent for a while, and finally sat down on the chair opposite Snow, rubbed the center of her brow, and said after a long time: "No, that's not what I want to say..."

"You have been pampered for too long. The leisurely guerrilla tactics in the past are just consuming the life of this land," Snow said. "Time is running out now, and I know that the change in strategic approach will make you very uncomfortable."

"That's not what I'm talking about," Miz pressed the table and looked up at Snow, "You said that as long as the tyrant's living space is temporarily pushed back to the other side of the world, you have a solution to the blood moon, right?"

"Why are you still asking this now? Isn't this the premise of everything?" Snow said calmly, "If we don't deal with the blood moon, without the tyrant taking action, the world will be destroyed by the tide of bones and corpses."

"Yes, that's the problem! It's because of this that we agree with your risky actions! But that's the problem!" Mith knocked on the table, "If this continues! Even if we solve the Blood Moon, what will happen?" How! Do we still have the strength to fight against the tyrant?"

Looking at Meese who was blowing his beard and staring, Snow laughed.

"We don't have the strength to fight against the tyrant," Snow picked up the black tea on the table and took a sip. "The strength of the current sanctuary is far from enough, otherwise we wouldn't be chased and beaten all the time..."

"Then what you mean is that we should fight everyone to solve the Blood Moon, and then let the tyrant slowly eat away at the entire world?" Mis asked loudly.

"Of course it's impossible," Snow smiled. "It took a thousand years for the tyrant to annex that place. As long as the blood moon is solved in this world, there will still be a lot of available talents..."

"How many great mystics do you think can be produced in a thousand years?" Mis asked.

"Does it have to be a Grand Mystic Master?" Snow asked.

"If you're not a Grand Mystic Master, then what can you rely on? Those boys? Or those warriors?" Mishu asked.

"Ha, you really don't understand," Snow sneered and shook his head, "What can you accomplish with just the Grand Mystic Master? There are only a hundred or so of them, and even one of them is not enough to defeat the tyrant. We should change our thinking. Now, my friend, it’s time for the Sanctuary’s years of accumulation to be put to use…”

"What do you mean?" Miz frowned.

"For thousands of years, countless arcane creations have been sleeping deep in the sanctuary. Some of them are great achievements in the past, and some are taboos born from dangerous experiments. In addition to the knowledge of the sanctuary, these are the most precious inheritance of the arcane sanctuary," Snow Said, "As long as the blood moon is solved, I will activate all available tools and distribute them to the forces that have the ability to use them. Only in this way can we have the possibility of wrestling with the tyrant."

"No! How could..." Miz subconsciously wanted to retort, but when the words came to his lips, he paused.

Because he recalled that battle.

The battle he only glanced back at when he was fleeing.

That overwhelming, despairing contrast of power...

After a moment of silence, he suddenly asked: "Let me tell you, maybe conservative people are right..."

"Absolutely impossible. What kind of plan is it to save dozens or hundreds of people huddled in a small world, waiting for resources to run out and die?" Snow said decisively, "In short, don't think about anything right now. , If you can't deal with the blood moon, everything is in vain. "

"Yeah, that's right..." Mi Si sighed and stood up, "Sorry, I was impulsive..."

"I don't blame you. The first time you saw their power, anyone would be shaken," Snow said. "Just calm down. I believe you won't be so fragile if you can become a Grand Mystic Master."

"Ah, um... I need some time," Mis said, turned around, and walked out slowly.

Looking at his back, Snow closed her eyes slightly.

"Two months...tsk," he muttered.

Miz is already the third Grand Mystic Master to come to him today. Although he has been fooled by him for the time being, at this rate, these people should start to change their strategies before long.

As they say, those who have faced tyrants and generals will basically turn to conservatives in the end.

These people will do the same sooner or later.

"I don't know how many months I can hold out," Jon Snow couldn't help but close his eyes.

If they can no longer attract the tyrant's attention, it will only be a matter of time before the Water Moon Realm is exposed.

"Come on, guys, it will all depend on you when the time comes..."

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Under the blood moon, the skeletons roared and rushed out of the ground.

The black-armored general silently raised the sword in his hand and smashed all the skeletons.

Behind them, the blue-green giant trees swayed in the wind.