Data Wasteland

At six o'clock in the morning, the Red Fort in the monitor lizard city, the Long Princess Tower.

The crystal lamp exudes a soft light, and the ceramic cup is placed on the white round table, and the coffee inside is already cold.

A slender, white hand was pressed on the table, and its owner seemed to be in a state of sullenness, with five fingers spreading out in a ray, appearing strong and impatient.

Under the light, the fingertips are dotted with bright red nails, like five crystal clear blood-colored gems.

"Gavin Maris, I ask you to do your best to kill that man!"

"Oh, my dear sister, it's only six o'clock in the morning. Shouldn't beautiful girls lie on velvet dreaming of knights and princesses?"

There came the lazy and casual voice of the Red Dragon Prince.

"Gavin, I'm talking to you about business!" Lacey said solemnly.

"Oh, my dear sister, are you too obsessed with that person?" The voice on the other side became a little more serious, "Ten thousand steps back, he is just one of the many ministers at the feet of Red Dragon. There is no need to be so nervous."

"He is a subject of the Northern Alliance!" Lexi reminded.

"What's the difference then? Don't forget, you are the chief guard of the Northern Alliance, the closest person to Princess Alia."

"I just want to remind you that he will be the greatest enemy of the Maris family ever!" Lacey's voice couldn't help but raise a few points.

There was silence for a while, and he said, "To be honest, I don't think he has such an ability. Even if he has just won a commendable victory, it is just a person without any family support and no glorious history. Country nobleman, so I think..." There was a pause, and he said in a stronger tone, "We should draw such an object for the use of the royal family of Maris instead of pushing him out."

"You don't understand his danger..." Lacey sighed helplessly. For this brother's brain, she felt very weak. The other party inherited his father's ruggedness, but did not inherit his father's boldness and care.

The tone over there cooled down, "Compared to these, I think you should pay more attention to the comments about being the eldest princess. In the last war, you shouldn't have made such a major mistake that made my father feel at a loss. ."

"What do you know!" Lacey grasped the communicator, her knuckles turned white due to excessive force, her body trembled slightly, and her anger was forcibly suppressed, saying word by word, "One day, you will be contemptuous of yourself today. Pay a heavy price!"

After speaking, she snapped and hung up the communication.

At 7:30 in the morning, at the border of the Principality of Silver Claw, the Temporary Command of the Expeditionary Force in Dada Town.

"Humhhhhh..."

In the winding mine, the sound of heels hitting the ground came from far to near.

A tungsten light bulb is hung on the stone wall. Due to the unstable voltage, the light is flickering and dimming. A tall figure came from the darkness, and his slender thighs alternately moved forward under the black and white lace skirt, revealing a thrilling whiteness from time to time.

This is a pretty beautiful woman, with a small face, exquisite features, a bit of coolness between her eyebrows, a delicate and beautiful temperament.

She was holding the disc in one hand, and her posture was extremely standard. The horizontal plane of the disc was flush with the corner of her eye.

On the plate were a coffee pot, milk and sugar cubes, an omelette, a slice of ham, and two steaming steamed buns.

This is an abandoned mine, located at the top of the mine in Dada Town. The original mayor changed it into the mayor’s mansion, and the front is used as a lounge.

Recently, because of the war, the master woke up early, and the maid prepared breakfast according to her usual schedule.

The iron door at the end of the passage was closed. The maid stood at the door for a while, but did not hear anything inside.

, Put the breakfast on the small table by the door, then knelt down and quietly waited for the owner to wake up.

As a maid, if there is no special instructions, it will not disturb the master's rest.

More than an hour later, at about nine o'clock in the morning, there was still no movement inside the iron gate. The head maid looked at the cold breakfast on the plate, and seemed to be thinking about whether to heat it up or make it again, when the footsteps of army boots suddenly sounded in the aisle.

"Humhhhhh..."

A muscular female officer in military uniform walked over.

Seeing the maid who was kneeling on the side, he couldn't help but let out a "Huh", turned his head and glanced at the closed iron gate, and asked in a low voice, "He hasn't gotten up yet?"

"I thought you were inside."

The maid's answer made the female officer's cheeks blush, "It can't always be me." She countered, "I thought you were inside."

The maid has a quiet face. As a palace maid, attending to bed is one of the most basic tasks, and there is nothing to be ashamed of. She replied seriously, "I went to bed early last night."

In order to ensure enough energy to take care of the master, the maid usually falls asleep at nine o'clock in the evening and gets up at five o'clock the next morning.

After that, the two did not communicate anymore, just quietly guarding the door.

After a while, about fifteen minutes or so, the female officer turned and left. As the commander of the army, she still has many things to deal with, and she can't stay here like a maid. She just came over to say hello, by the way, if necessary, to solve the problem of the morning anger for the commander. But now it seems that there should be no need today.

After the female officer left, the chief maid made another breakfast and continued to wait at the door.

But today the master slept very deeply, and there was no sound in the lounge.

Time passed quietly, and the maid who had repeated breakfast three times changed it to lunch, then lunch to dinner, and dinner to midnight snack.

The situation is a bit abnormal. The owner seems to sleep too long, and his work and rest are very regular before that. The maid was a little worried, and called the female officer over.

"If you are worried, just knock on the door."

Seeing the maid's hesitation, the female officer approached the iron gate and knocked lightly twice.

There was still no movement inside. She glanced at the maid, the latter nodded, the former added gravity and knocked twice.

"Tuk Tuk..."

There was still no response inside, and it seemed to be a deep sleep.

"Boom!"

The female officer increased her strength and knocked **** the door, but there was still no movement inside.

"What's the matter?" The female officer Jiaohao showed concern.

"Kick the door!" The chief maid made a decision immediately, pulled the female officer away, and then lifted her long legs, the heels of blue light appeared, and she kicked it down.

"Kang Dang!"

The iron gate was deformed by a huge kick, and slowly fell backward.

What caught my eyes was the owner lying on the ground.

The two women's complexion changed, and they rushed into the house quickly.

Turning the person over, eyes closed, as if in a coma. The two women checked quickly. One touched his nose and the other touched his chest.

"Breathing is normal..." "Heartbeat is normal..."

"Psionic vision." "Yeah!"

Blue lights bloomed in the eyes of the two women, and the world became black and white, and countless tiny threads stretched out from the body surface and flowed to the palms of their hands.

Open the palm of the hand, it is a copper pocket watch. The psychic energy in Chen Xing's body is slowly flowing here. But it can be clearly felt that the psionic energy does not stay in the pocket watch, but flows to the unknown void.

between.

Not only did they not let them relax, but they became even more nervous.

Various signs indicate that Chen Xing is communicating the undercurrent of time and space. But they dare not do anything, or even move Chen Xing's position.

They all have experience in communicating with the undercurrents of time and space, knowing that they cannot move their positions arbitrarily, otherwise the spatial coordinates will change, causing their consciousness to be lost in the endless darkness.

Communicating undercurrents of time and space is an extremely dangerous thing, usually completed within two or three hours. Not only does Chen Xing time far exceed normal conditions, but from the situation just now, it seems that he has entered passively and is completely unconscious.

"You are here to take care, I go out and guard."

Xiang Caidie, who has a wealth of social experience, quickly realized the seriousness of the problem. Once the news of Chen Xing's coma spreads, it will be a disaster for the expeditionary army.

However, there is no impermeable wall in this world, especially for some special existences.

[Invading the network...]

[Successful intrusion, has obtained the highest authority of the Northern Alliance Expeditionary Force temporary military communication network]

[This action violates the interests of the second authority, should it be reported to the first authority? ]

[Execute: Ignore information]

[According to: the first rule of the supreme law, the survival of ethnic groups]

...

I don't know how long it took before Chen Xing woke up.

When I opened my eyes, it was pitch black in front of me, and I couldn't see my fingers.

"Crunch, crunch..."

There was a faint soft noise from under my feet, as if he was standing on an old wooden board.

"This is where?"

Chen Xing's heart moved and wanted to summon torch goblins.

"what?"

For some reason, his consciousness was like sinking into the ocean without any response. It seems to be imprisoned by some kind of power, and the domain cannot be opened.

He tried to stretch out his fingers again, releasing fingertip lightning. The electric light did not bounce out as usual, and it also failed.

He quickly gave up, as if subconsciously, failure was normal.

In the darkness, he fumbled forward, feeling the cloth, like another person's back.

He grew stranger, but it was too dark to see anything at all.

He fumbled up and down subconsciously, looking for something to get light. A gleam of light overflowed from the collar of my chest, and it was a pocket watch that exuded a gleam.

With the help of dim light, he can see the situation a few meters around him clearly.

On the side is a wooden fence, which is very decayed and covered with white mold.

A tattered wooden sign hung on the fence with a string of letters crookedly written.

Thedead\'sWharf (Dead Wharf)

This place name is really weird.

He turned his head subconsciously, looked around, waited for him to see the situation clearly, and couldn't help taking a breath.

What he saw turned out to be a decaying corpse. Both in front and behind him, standing in a line, seemed to be in line.

The corpse stood there, the degree of decay was very high, and the clothes were riddled with holes, revealing the decayed flesh and blood inside.

Different from the living dead. The skin of the living dead is pale and smooth, and there is no large area of ​​decay, and they can feel that they are alive creatures, but they are different from human existence.

The skeletons have obvious mana fluctuations, but these carrion corpses have no breath, and are neither living creatures nor monsters driven by mana.