Chapter 23 Human Skin Portrait

Hong Zhantu's face was so excited that he could finally start killing. The wounds on his face had not healed, and the teeth in his mouth were knocked out by Luo Han. He could only drink some porridge these days, but his spirit was not bad. He rode brought in through the caravan and more than 200 men and escorted a group of about 300 special prisoners to Han. The center of the city.

At the time of the operation, it was already dawn, but there was no half a figure on the streets of the cold city. The city of technology, which was crowded and lively yesterday, suddenly turned into a deserted ghost city today.

However, Hong Zhantu is not confused at all. He is a straight man. He will do whatever Ye Wenzhan asks him to do. There is no two words. He just has to complete his task now. As for where the people in the cold city have gone, it is not his scope for the time being.

The team quickly marched to a traffic artery to the north of the cold city. Wangye had a spy to find out the general terrain of the cold city. There were seven such four-way and densely populated roads. Hong Zhantu's task was to completely block these seven key roads.

"Tie them to the mushrooms!"

Hong Zhantu roared vaguely, and thanks to his men being able to hear it clearly, he quickly pulled out dozens of people from the escorted criminals and tied them to the giant mushroom next to him.

Hong Zhan slaughter all brought old people and women brought from Wang Ye. They hid crying, but who could avoid those five or three thick soldiers, soon dozens of people were tied to giant mushrooms.

"Record, withdraw!" Under Hong Zhantu's order, some soldiers hung ropes on the clothes of the bitter masters who were tied up. Strangely, there had long been small rings on those people's clothes specially used to hang ropes. It seemed that the clothes they were wearing were also a special clothing that had been prepared for a long time.

Hong Zhantu withdrew more than 100 meters away with his men. Many soldiers held a rope in their hands, and the other end of the rope was tied to the clothes of those who were tied to giant mushrooms.

At this moment, a tall figure flashed out and blocked the way of Hong Zhantu's retreat.

"Well, are you finally a little resistant?" Hong Zhantu's eyes narrowed and looked at the figure that appeared. His expression suddenly became extremely excited. The man he knew was the one-armed man who stopped him from catching the little girl a few days ago.

"Haha, there is a way to heaven if you don't go, and there is no way to hell. Boy, let's see how Grandpa kills you today!" Hong Zhantu rode on the two-headed demon horse and laughed, and the 200 soldiers behind him also showed a proud and ferocious smile like him.

The one-armed man took a step forward: "Hong Zhantu, the cold city has entered a state of first-class alert. Why don't you wait to take refuge in the camp and rush around outside?"

"Waste, isn't my intention clear? We just want to destroy your broken city!" Hong Zhantu roared, "Law the rope!"

The soldiers pulled the rope, and the clothes of the bound people 100 meters away suddenly broke and became naked. Obviously, the clothes they were wearing were specially made. As long as they pulled on the prepared pull ring, they could pull down all the clothes.

The clothes are gone, and those ** bodies are exposed with dense and ferocious illustrations, which are the illustrations of all kinds of warcraft!

The pictures could not be brought into the cold city, so Wangye Fox Ye Wenzhan first used anti-penetration paint to draw the Warcraft patterns on people in the dark room, and then brought these living people into the cold city as handymen of the merchant teams. After the paint evaporated clean, these patterns became permeable patterns and released them in the downtown. The Warcraft can give a devastating blow to the cold city.

Thick black smoke rose, accompanied by human screams and the roar of Warcraft, and violent infiltration began.

Hong Zhantu glanced at Wang Shan. There was no surprise on the latter's face, which calmly made him very unhappy, but he didn't want to kill Wang Shan so soon. He wanted this man, who thought he was very stable, could maintain this kind of calm expression when he saw that all the warcrafts penetrated above level 8.

After a while, the thick smoke dissipated, revealing dozens of tall and fierce monsters. Some monsters did not penetrate completely, and there were still human corpses hanging on their bodies, which looked very terrible.

"Haha, magic tigers, magic turtles, and magic dragons are all eight- and nine-level warcrafts, and even monks may not deal with them. I think this batch alone is enough to destroy half of the cold city. I still have--" Hong Zhantu pointed to the trembling people behind him with his hand: "--Several batches, your cold city today It's over."

"Humph" Wang Shan snorted coldly: "Be despicable and shameless, and the mouse is short-sighted!"

Wang Shan's coldness and calmness angered Hong Zhantu, or aroused the fear in Hong Zhantu's heart. Hong Zhantu waved his hand fiercely: "There's a lot of nonsense. I'll cut off your tongue first and see how rampant you are!"

With the wave of Hong Zhantu, five or six men from both sides rushed forward to capture Wang Shan.

At this time, there was a strange low sound in the sky. Everyone looked up and saw a black "snowflake" falling on the head of Warcraft!

Hong Zhantu waved his hand and stopped his actions. First, he carefully observed what was going on with the black snowflakes. When the snowflakes approached, Hong Zhantu saw clearly that they were some palm-sized black thin sheets with almost no thickness. When they were parallel to the line of sight, they would disappear from Hong Zhantu's vision for a moment. , it seems extremely strange.

Most of these black pieces of paper swayed to Warcraft, and more than a dozen pieces of troops floated down to Hong Zhantu.

A sneer flashed in Wang Shan's eyes: the appearance of a piece of paper indicates that the first-level defense state has been activated and the battle has really begun.

The soldiers of Wangye looked at it inexplicably. They didn't know what these black pieces of paper were for. Hong Zhantu quietly glanced at Wang Shan. He saw self-confidence and sneer in Wang Shan's eyes. Hong Zhantu became nervous. Years of war experience told him that he was most afraid of such a confused situation in battle, which often contained extremely powerful traps and murder.

One of the soldiers was bold. He saw a piece of paper floating towards him and waved his hand impatiently: Get out!

The piece of paper did not roll, but his arm rolled. The place in contact with the piece of paper disappeared silently. The soldier didn't even feel any discomfort. It was not until he saw his companion's frightened eyes that he found that the smooth incision on his arm did not bleed, but the blood-red incision had muscles, blood vessels and bones. It is clearly visible, just like the specimens in the anatomy class.

The soldier wanted to dodge, but a piece of paper caught up like a shadow. His arm was shortened, and soon half of his body disappeared.

The panic spread on the faces of the soldiers, but what really frightened Hong Zhantu was the scene that happened to Warcraft: the black pieces of paper fell on Warcraft, and the area quickly became larger. The part of the Warcraft's contact with it disappeared quickly. The pieces of paper kept moving, and the Warcraft seemed to be a figure erased off by an eraser, very Quickly disappear into the sight of Hong Zhantu.

In less than a moment, there was no trace of the high-level warcraft carefully prepared by the Wangye tribe. There was no trace of blood or the fur of the warcraft left on the ground, and the hardness of those giant mushrooms was far beyond the imagination of Hong Zhan Tu, within more than ten seconds of the infiltration of the warcraft. Unexpectedly, not a single giant mushroom has been damaged.

"What is this...!" Hong Zhantu looked at the open space that had just been occupied by dozens of advanced monsters and roared in despair. As for the heels of his own dozen subordinates that had been eliminated by black pieces of paper, he didn't look at it.

"This thing is called 'high-dimensional folding window', but people in cold cities prefer to call it 'alworld eraser'." The king said indifferently.

"Aren's world?" Hong Zhantu asked angrily.

"The effect of the high-dimensional folding window is like stretching out a hand from the world we can't observe and bending the three-dimensional world we are in, so that the curved part leaves our world and enters another invisible three-dimensional world. If you can't understand, imagine the paper that has been folded once. The two-dimensional creatures on the same plane were folded and reached two worlds that could not be seen from each other.

Wang Shan's words made Wangye's soldiers feel chilly.

"Don't be nervous. As long as you wear an identity ring, you will not be judged as a foreign body and will not be attacked by high-dimensional folding windows."

Hearing this sentence, the tension on the soldier's face was slightly relieved. It turned out that those disappeared companions were all due to the removal of the identity ring. People who almost threw away their identity rings were secretly lucky.

"Have the technology of the cold city advanced to this level? Can you kill and injure such a large number of monsters without a single soldier? With this strength, why do you still shrink in the land of bullets in the cold city? Why don't you compete for the great rivers and mountains by the gorge? Hong Zhantu almost roared.

Wang Shan shook his head slightly: "I'm just a soldier. The country's strategy is not something I'm considering. What I can tell you is that the technology of the cold city is much more than that. It can be said that no force on the edge of the gorge today should have the ability to capture the cold city. If you have to fight against the cold city, the final result will inevitably die. ."

Hong Zhantu secretly checked the identity ring on his wrist, then pulled out a red cloth from the saddle bag to tie it up and looked up at Wang Shan: "Thank you for your explanation. For this reason, I can not kill you. You get out of the way. We have other tasks!"

Wang Shan shook his head: "Surrender. Wang Ye will never win."

Hong Zhantu smiled and said, "Brother, you have your country, and I also have mine. Even if it is the Dragon Lake Tiger Cave in the cold city, I will break through the Hell Heavenly Palace. I will break its gate. You get out of the way!"

"Impossible!"

"Okay, then I'll take you on the road with my own hands!"

When Hong Zhantu was about to shoot immediately, Wang Shan stretched out his one arm and said coldly, "Hancheng mot team, three teams, Wang Shan, apply for lifting the restrictions!"

As soon as the voice fell, four two-meter-high light boards appeared around Wang Shan's body. From the light board, a standard broadcast female voice came: "The first-level alert state of the cold city, the environment is satisfied, and the identity has been confirmed. Wang Shan, the third team of the cold city moth, lift the level, captain level!"

Hong Zhantu and his men looked at the light board around Wang Shan wearing four pieces of camouflage cloth, which were attached to Wang Shan's body and turned into a camouflage suit with no seams. At the same time, a black ball squeezed out of the light board in front of Wang Shan and was squeezed out by Wang Shan. Grab it.

Wang Shan grabbed the black ball, and his arm trembled. The shape of the black ball quickly changed. One part turned into a black arm embedded in Wang Shan's limb, and the other part turned into a huge black axe. Wang Shan held an axe in one hand and looked majestically at Hong Zhantu and his 200 soldiers: "I finally advised him to surrender. Please seize the last opportunity!"