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Longjing held the head, looked at it calmly for three seconds, and then handed it directly to Chen Chuci who was already stretching out his hand to connect it.

In fact, he doesn't have any emotions of fear. He usually imitates the expression of fear in order to be more social, which is called by Guan Yue: imitating human machines without emotion.

Chen Chuci's face was hidden in the shadows, no different from the undead servants around him.

Taking the head through the robe, he silently took half a step back and threw the orc's head into the hand of the nearest undead servant.

This head is a very typical orc head.

Before Chen Chuci returned to his original position, an uncontrollable undead servant flew out of the phalanx, the floating body, the rekindled blue flame... Everything was shown to Chen Chuci, It is the real culprit that causes frequent deaths in the castle and various horrible incidents.

The undead servant successfully seized Chen Chuci's position, but unexpectedly, the other party didn't make any further moves, but just lowered his head and followed Longjing around.

Chen Chuci chose to give in temporarily.

Longjing's identity is special. At least from what he has learned so far, most of the NPCs don't have any malice towards him. Some NPCs even keep the memories they lost, and those NPCs always stay in those copies. The whole world is waiting for Longjing to go back.

Maybe this undead servant is also an NPC with memories?

When the tall orc outside the door formally stepped in, Longjing had already reached the center of the banquet hall, and the platinum robes could not make his pale and cold face look vibrant under the most dazzling sunlight.

But this strong sense of death made the commander-in-chief who came to deliver the head feel that he had come this time.

Not everyone is worthy of him beheading his subordinates overnight to plead guilty.

The exception is the president of the Magic Express Association.

That is an existence standing at the top of all creatures, it looks like a human being, but in fact no one knows what he is.

However, when the commander-in-chief in the orc combat uniform approached Longjing, Longjing, who had been acting like a sculpture of death, suddenly said, "Please leave our headquarters immediately."

The orc commander was stunned.

He hesitated for a second, and finally chose to use the fastest language to explain to Longjing. He tried to make Longjing understand that he was not the mastermind who hurt the magic express branch.

However, Longjing didn't have any intention of accepting his explanation.

The meaning of Longjing is very clear.

It can be summed up in one word - roll.

The orc commander didn't understand what he did wrong at all, until Longjing raised his cold arm, pale as white as a fine marble gem.

I saw him waving his hand and drawing a treacherous and dangerous spell in mid-air.

In the absence of any fluctuations in the magic element, almost no one, including everyone in the Magic Express Association, could understand what Longjing was doing.

It doesn't matter.

As long as Longjing hopes to understand the existence of this spell, it will be fine.

The undead servants who seized Chen Chuci's position were ready to go at the moment Longjing moved, as if a strange flame that could burn the soul was burning in its eye sockets, as if they could go through fire and water as long as Longjing gave an order No hesitation.

A huge array of black-clothed robes soared into the sky, and the cold death aura followed like a shadow.

The face of the orc commander changed drastically, and he hurriedly turned his head to look at the great magician he had brought, only to find that the great magician's face was extremely ugly - he was terrified!

why?

Although the orc commander didn't understand why, it didn't prevent him from understanding the horror of undead creatures.

They are immortal!

The great magician of the orc tribe has raised his magic wand, and can start singing at any time to protect himself and the orc commander.

The undead servants slowly stopped around the orc commander. They had no emotion, they looked like some cold skeletons and bones.

Longjing glanced at the orc commander and the orc great magician who still refused to leave, turned his hands over again, and pressed down calmly.

The undead chanted the magic of death at the same time, and the cold death aura burst out crazily as if it had substance, and the gray and black color surrounded the orc commander in an instant.

Everyone in the Magic Express Association felt terrified even if they were watching from the sidelines.

Death is always the most frightening existence.

The orc commander yelled wildly, and almost turned into a full animal shape, but after he was thrown out of the door and landed on the ground, the undead servants returned to the banquet hall like a cold order execution machine.

Undead servants are very disciplined.

They lined up in a long line without looking sideways, bypassing the great orc magician and returning to their positions in the phalanx without even shaking their bones.

Looking at all this, Chen Chuci immediately stood behind Longjing, and quietly stretched out a hand to support him, barely holding Longjing's still trembling body.

As the master of the castle, he also knows how to control the servants of the undead.

If you want to control the undead, you must pay a price different from that of the undead. Blood, skin, muscles... Except for the bones, the servants of the undead will take away everything that represents life from you.

Longjing stood where he was, frightening for no reason.

He turned his gaze flatly, looked at the great orc magician who was dominated by fear, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "I didn't see you kill someone, so I won't attack you, go away."

The great orc magician immediately took half a step back, but before he completely exited the banquet hall, he turned around suddenly, holding up the magic wand that was about to cast a spell, and he was about to attack Longjing.The uncontrolled undead servant jumped out immediately, crazily slammed into the other party's magic wand, the spell was interrupted, and the orc magician fell to the ground with a pale face. He felt that it was impossible for him to leave the Magic Express Association alive The headquarters of the castle.

So he raised his head angrily, stared at Longjing viciously, and said loudly: "Even if you kill me! You will never be able to occupy this world! I am just the weakest great magician of our orc clan! You are delusional!"

Longjing yawned and leaned wearily on Chen Chuci's shoulder, he was almost unable to hold on anymore.

Just controlling the attack made by the undead servant really consumed a lot of his strength, but the effect is quite good.

At least, the great magician was scared out of his wits.

The eyes of the orc archmage were red.

Pointing to Longjing, he reprimanded loudly: "The world always belongs to life and light! You undead should live in the stinky ditch! You will never stand up!"

Having said so much, the great orc magician simply took it out of his pocket and chanted non-stop, trying to cause even one ten-thousandth of damage to Longjing.

He failed.

I saw Chen Chuci stretched out a hand from under the robe. The color of the hand looked like the color of a living person. He raised his wrist slightly, and two or three undead servants left the phalanx and approached the great orc magician. , snatched his wand and threw it out the door.

The heavy gate of the castle was suddenly closed with a muffled sound, raising a thin layer of golden dust.

Brilliant sunlight penetrated through the glass above the castle banquet hall, and even the scorching sun at noon was as lonely as the setting sun at dusk.

Longjing's gaze finally fell on the members of the headquarters of the Magic Express Association, and he couldn't help feeling a little bit of emotion that he couldn't even detect.

He said, "There's nothing else to do, just do what you have to do."

Among these people were the faces he had seen in his sleep, the familiar ones had fought side by side with the original president, and the unfamiliar ones were probably the new members recruited from ordinary NPCs during the decades when the original president disappeared.

The future of the Magic Express Association does not belong to players like them, but to these mediocre NPCs.

"President..."

The dark elf who came to toast Longjing wine last night suddenly stood up. His eyes were big and dark, and he looked very frightening.

Longjing looked at him with a gentle expression.

There were tears in the corners of the dark elf Labrador's eyes, and he didn't know whether it was because of joy or fear.

He whispered to Longjing, "Mr. President, welcome back."

Longjing nodded, showing a stiff smile.

He replied: "Nice to meet you—and you."

Chen Chuci supported Longjing to leave the banquet hall. After walking into the first corner and completely disappearing from everyone's sight, Longjing staggered and quickly put his hand on Chen Chuci's shoulder.

"I can not make it."

Longjing yawned again, tears welled up from the corners of his eyes, it was obvious that he was really sleepy again.

"sleepy."

Chen Chuci was silent for a second: "How about I carry you up?"

Long Jing looked at him in shock, and even stopped yawning.

"Can you hug me?"

After a brief recollection, Longjing changed his tone and topic—Chen Chuci could really hug him, not to mention hugging him. When he was in the hotel, he just carried him with one hand like a kitten. The one he hung on the edge of the balcony - "That... don't hug me, cough cough... how about you give me a hand?"

Chen Chuci looked at Longjing's pale face as if he had lost too much blood, without saying a word, stepped up his pace, walked up to Longjing's in two steps and leaned over, "You come up, I'll carry you up."

The sleepy Long Jing half pushed and half complied.

While his sleepy eyes were dim, he seemed to see a small figure on Chen Chuci's body, stupidly, carrying something solemnly, staggering forward with a silly and sweet breath coming out of his bones.

It seemed that nothing could stop his progress.

It must be vertigo, sleepy enough to hallucinate.

No matter, sleep.

Longjing closed his eyes and leaned against Chen Chuci's broad shoulders, falling asleep in seconds.

He entered the dark space full of debris again.

Up, down, left, and right are all memory fragments of various colors, which makes people feel at a loss.

But Longjing was already very proficient. He skilfully picked up a memory he hadn't seen before, and in an instant, a large piece of experience belonging to the former president of the Magic Express Association flooded into his mind.

In the memory he received before, only the people he met and the things he did after the president entered the dungeon were mostly insignificant fragments of life and missions.

It can be inferred from it that the original president's task should be to establish a joint organization independent of the major races.

This paragraph is completely different from the previous one.

What Longjing saw was only a dim room, the heavy curtains in the room were tightly drawn, and the large bed with dark-toned curtains aggravated the sense of oppression in the room.

A long-haired woman was lying on a soft bed with a graceful body. The only problem was that her chest seemed completely motionless through the velvet quilt, and there was no ups and downs of breathing.

dead?

Facing the woman's back, Longjing's mind flashed several famous scenes from horror movies at the same time.

The long black hair hung down limply, and when the people who had gone out returned home, they began to spread and climb excitedly, filling the entire room.In the final panic, the unconscious prey frantically tried to escape, but when she tried her best to escape to the gate, she found in despair that the gate had been swept by wet and biting black hair, and she would never be able to escape .

The memory fragments did not give Longjing much time to think.

He only felt a shake in front of his eyes, as if the original president was about to get up.

The president patted the woman who shared the bed with him, and chuckled lightly.

The woman turned her head, but she didn't smile, her beautiful face was cold, as if someone owed her tens of millions of debts, or the kind that would never come back no matter what.

Not dead?

This memory soon ended, and Longjing only saw the woman get up with the chairman, they embraced each other, folded their hands, opened the curtains, breaking the darkness in the room.

It was the first time that Longjing saw the president with a woman, but this woman looked very melancholy, not only melancholy, but also with a nervous gleam in her eyes.

Who is she?

Generally speaking, most of these memory fragments are related to the president's critical moment.

But when Longjing turned his attention to other fragments, he found...

Fuck? !Why are there all clips of the president and various women here? !

From ordinary humans to orcs to elves—how hard is this man with the same face as himself? !

Longjing fell into an eerie silence.

He shouldn't be the original president... right?