People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

"Who's the captain among you?"

Qi Yan walked up to the Sarkaz mercenaries and looked down at them.

A group of Sarkaz mercenaries were frightened like quails, their huge bodies huddled into a ball. Finally, one guy, with the others' gazes fixed on him, gritted his teeth and raised his hand.

"As the captain, you hide in the middle of the team. Is that appropriate?" Qi Yan cursed.

The Sarkaz captain trembled, feeling extremely sad.

It’s not you who asked us to kneel according to our size. I can’t change my height either!

But when he met Qi Yan's gaze, he didn't dare to complain, nor did he dare to stand up. He just knelt down and moved in front of Qi Yan:

"Mr. Qi Yan, I will follow your instructions. I am very obedient."

Qi Yan looked at the bowing Sarkaz captain in front of him and frowned in dissatisfaction:

"I still like your rebellious look at the beginning. Please recover."

"what?"

The Sarkaz captain was stunned for a moment, then noticed Qi Yan's gaze and quickly focused his mind.

He knelt on the ground, his back straightened, his head raised, and looked down at Qi Yan:

"Mr. Qi Yan, tell me your instructions!"

Qi Yan patted his head with satisfaction and said:

"Tell me in detail about the current situation in the core city."

The Sarkaz captain knelt on the ground and answered arrogantly:

"Now, with Tallulah's acquiescence, the Core City is divided into three factions: the massacre faction represented by the Sarkaz mercenaries, a small and negligible neutral faction, and the lawful faction represented by the Patriot Guerrillas.

The direction you are heading to now is where the Patriots' guerrillas are, but I don't recommend you get too close, as the Patriots have set up a large number of Originium altars there."

At this point, Captain Sarkaz seemed to be afraid that Qi Yan didn't understand what the Originium Altar was, so he added an explanation:

"The Originium Altar is an ancient Sarkaz ritual that relies on the infection of Ore Disease and the practitioner's strange understanding of Originium.

Chaotic energy can penetrate outward from the core of the Originium, and the overflow range is very wide, covering the entire block. Without the protection of the Patriots or special shielding devices, approaching rashly will cause the mineral disease in the body to activate rapidly, and in severe cases, it will kill on the spot. "

"Is there such a good thing?" Qi Yan's eyes lit up.

Then he noticed the blank look in the Sarkaz captain's eyes, and quickly coughed and reminded him:

"Don't worry about what I say. Go on. What else does the Patriot have besides the Originium Altar?"

Captain Sarkaz raised his chin proudly, crossed his arms, and said arrogantly:

"There are also a large number of messengers distributed in the streets. Any enemy that approaches will be discovered immediately and expelled or even annihilated by the guerrillas."

"Tell me the location of those messengers."

"Please wait a moment... I mean, please wait for me for a moment."

Captain Sarkaz lowered his head and groped in his arms.

After a while, he took out a map, bit his fingertips, and marked on it one by one with blood.

Qi Yan took out the terminal, looked around, and found that there was no signal.

He curled his lips in dissatisfaction, put away the terminal, fumbled in his arms for a long time, and finally found a piece of candy.

Qi Yan peeled off the candy wrapper and threw the candy inside into his mouth. At the same time, he bit his fingertips, dripped blood onto the candy wrapper, and then crumpled the candy wrapper into a ball again.

After doing all this, his eyes were faintly bloodshot, his face flushed slightly, and he took a breath and said:

"Eat this candy wrapper, then give the map to the Rhodes Island team. After that, you can ask a woman named Kal'tsit for the second potion to remove the curse in my blood.

Remember, you only have ten minutes. Once that time is up, your flesh and blood will be corroded by these few drops of cursed blood."

This is of course false.

Qi Yan simply handled the candy wrapper, but he couldn't guarantee whether the blood would flow out of the candy wrapper before losing its activity.

And once it leaks out, Medicine No. 2 will be completely unable to cure the situation, and may even increase the activity of Qi Yan's blood.

But Qi Yan didn't care.

The life or death of the Sarkaz captain in front of him is not important to him.

The Sarkaz captain swallowed his saliva, looked at Qi Yan's red eyes, and obediently ate the candy wrapper.

Then he put the map away, without delaying for a moment, and started running desperately in the direction of Qi Yan's finger.

After Captain Sarkaz left, Qi Yan stuck out his tongue and took a deep breath:

"Froststar, you are a devil, this candy is too spicy!"

It took Qi Yan half a day to recover from the spiciness and he turned his attention to a Sarkaz mercenary again.

The Sarkaz mercenary trembled slightly, but still forced himself to stop and said arrogantly:

"If you have any questions, feel free to ask..."

Before he could finish his words, Qi Yan slapped him in the face.

"Who are you pretending to be?" Qi Yan said viciously.

The Sarkaz mercenary's mask was knocked askew, and his eyes were full of confusion and puzzlement.

"It's not you who asked me to remain unruly." The Sarkaz mercenary said aggrievedly.

Qi Yan said confidently: "I asked him to keep it, what does it have to do with you?

Now because of the Originium Altar, we can't get close to the Patriots, so you have to take responsibility and find us some new fun."

The Sarkaz mercenary looked as if he had eaten a ton of bitter melon. He began to brainstorm frantically, and then tried to probe:

"How about I take you to a very magical underground research institute?"

"Underground research institute?" Qi Yan's mind moved, "Coffin?"

The Sarkaz mercenary was stunned for a moment, then said hesitantly:

"I don't know what a sarcophagus is, but in that research institute, there is indeed a strange iron box with many instruments connected to it. It looks a bit like a coffin."

"Good job, go here!"

Qi Yan excitedly slapped him again.

The Sarkaz mercenary's crooked mask was straightened, his eyes were full of grievance and sorrow, but he dared not say a word. Instead, he felt secretly happy that he could survive.

"Mr. Qi Yan, please come this way."

The Sarkaz mercenary stood up carefully and led the way for Qi Yan.

Qi Yan turned around and greeted W and others:

"You've heard it too. The Patriots can't get close at all. Why don't you accompany me to the sarcophagus to play. After I lie down once and figure out the principle, you can also lie down and try it."

W heard this and said with disgust: "I don't want to lie in a sarcophagus. It sounds unlucky."

"You are a Sarkaz, a demon. How dare you say something unlucky like that?"

"Don't call me a demon. Do you believe I will shoot you?"

W seemed a little angry.

Qi Yan shrank his neck and angrily slapped the Sarkaz mercenary who was leading the way in front.

The Sarkaz mercenary's mentality was somewhat broken, and tears of grievance rolled down from the corners of his eyes.

Led by Qi Yan, the team left the intersection.

Only this time, their team was much larger and weirder.

The refugees from Lungmen, members of the Reunion Movement, and Sarkaz mercenaries were mixed together, and the composition was extremely complicated.

(There will be another chapter later, love you guys~)