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

By the way, griffins and flying dragons are not good. The flying instinct of these magical beasts uses magic, otherwise their physiological structure cannot support their high-density bodies to fly into the sky.

Including Jon Snow's phantom dragon...

Of course, he is not without a way to get there.

For example, fly high enough and leave the influence range of the magic flow.

But this will become a live target for the city's anti-aircraft guns.

It is better to use a low-key method as much as possible...

"At this point, I can only use that trick," Jon Snow breathed a sigh of relief.

I really don't want to use it...

But at this point, he has no choice.

With a snap of his fingers, a dark wingless black dragon appeared beside Jon Snow.

"Nightmare," Jon Snow took a deep breath and ordered, "Use that trick to send me to the other side."

The black dragon turned his head and looked at Jon Snow, and a look of astonishment appeared on his face covered with sharp scales.

"Yes, that's the trick you were thinking of," said Jon Snow, "Come on, Protocol Three, Throwing Summoners..."

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"Boom!"

Yuan's head popped out of the soil.

"Boom boom boom!"

The heads of the Potato Boys also popped out of the soil.

At this time, they were on the periphery of the battlefield in front of the fortress, looking at the battlefield full of corpses.

"Is there ready-made meat over there? Do you want to eat it?"

One of the Potato Boys asked.

"Don't, that kind of thing is too hard to swallow."

Another Potato Boy waved his hand.

"Yeah, I'm used to eating the food cooked by my grandfather, and I really don't have much appetite for this kind of thing."

Another Potato Boy echoed.

"What should we do? It seems that it's difficult to get into that mud house."

A Potato Boy scratched his head.

"Let's go find some delicious food. Since we can't get in here, why don't we go to the other side," Yuan said, pointing to the direction where the Tyrant troops retreated.

"But those people don't look easy to mess with, especially that one..."

A potato boy hesitated.

"It's okay, don't mess with them. Anyway, they will join the people in this mud house to fight. We can wait for them to fight and then go in to steal food."

Another potato boy suggested.

"Hey, this is a good idea! Let's do it! Let's go check the place first."

A potato boy said excitedly.

Then, without much talk, the potatoes went underground again and went in the direction where the tyrant soldiers retreated.

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Liu Ji felt that he had slept for a long, long time...

He couldn't tell how long it was, he just felt that in his perception, time seemed to pass day by day, and he slept as it should, just like the time when he was still a potato, and he didn't feel anything wrong at all.

But, as he slept, Liu Ji's mind gradually became clearer.

Or, in fact, it wasn't that clear, but at least his recent memories in his mind gradually became clearer.

It seemed that he was no longer a potato.

It seemed like there were still many things waiting for him to do.

But how long had he slept?

Ten days?

A month?

Half a year?

Or...

Suddenly, Liu Ji woke up with a start, bounced up, and hit his head on the ceiling, then fell back with a bang, smashing the bed into pieces.

Everyone present was startled and stared at Liu Ji in horror.

A few seconds later, Liu Ji staggered up, grabbing his still dizzy head, and slowly asked: "Where am I..."

This time, his speech speed was very normal, even slower than his normal state.

"Recovered?" Ya Yin came over quickly and pulled Liu Ji out of the wreckage of the bed.

"Probably, still a little dizzy," Liu Ji shook his head, "Damn, did I oversleep again?"

"I've slept for a few days, it's okay," Yayin said, looking Liu Ji up and down, and nodded, "Well, it seems that the power has stabilized."

"Only a few days? Huh, that's okay," Liu Ji breathed a sigh of relief, "But power? You mean... eh?"

Liu Ji suddenly felt that there seemed to be some kind of power in his body.

He tried to drive that power, and then he felt that everything in his eyes began to slow down, and slower and slower. He could even see the erratic movement of each hair of Yayin and the trembling of each beard of Aosa.

He could even see the fleeting sparks on the flames on the burning stove next to him from splashing to extinguishing.

The next moment, he stopped driving his ability, and in an instant, the world returned to the normal flow of time again.

"Fuck, this is a bit amazing," Liu Ji looked at his hands.

The source of this power feels very familiar, just like the power that distorted space before.

Could this be the ability absorbed from the Ninth King?

No wonder the woman's attack speed was so ridiculous. If it was based on such an ability, it would be easy to understand.

But... can he rely on that devouring method?

No, that's not right. It seems that it should be that method. This ability seems to be attached to the desertification.

Just as Liu Ji was thinking about his newly acquired abilities, Ya Yin stretched out her hand and waved it in front of his eyes.

"Hello? Don't be in a daze, I'm talking to you," Yain frowned.

"Ah? Oh! Sorry," Liu Ji said quickly, "I was thinking about something just now, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, it's just that your group of potato brats disappeared," Yain said. "We were digging holes in the ground, but they suddenly disappeared. You should look for them quickly."

"Huh? They..." Liu Ji was stunned.

Immediately, a vague dream-like memory fragment came to mind...

It seems like, did he let these brats out?

Liu Ji hurriedly followed the bloodline to determine the location of the cubs, and the positioning went smoothly. However, at this time, the group of cubs seemed to have run several kilometers away, and for some reason, the signal was still very poor, and the information could not be transmitted at all.

"What the hell, where did you go?" Liu Ji muttered with a frown.

"Can you determine the direction?" Yayin asked.

"It's possible, but it's just too far here," Liu Ji pointed in a direction.

Yayin went to the table beside and took out the compass and map, looked at them, and immediately frowned.

"Damn it, that's the direction of the spiral kennel," Yayin said in a somewhat anxious tone, "Why did they run to that direction? Will anything happen?"

When Liu Ji heard this, his heart skipped a beat.

"Wait, spiral kennel? Is there one nearby?" Liu Ji asked in a panic, "Is there a king's knight?"

"Yes, the Seventh King's Cavalry is right there," Yain frowned, "It would be bad if they run into him."

"The Seventh King's Cavalry?" Liu Ji raised his eyebrows.

He immediately thought that someone had handed him a piece of paper. Didn't what was written on it happen to be the information about the Seventh King's Cavalry?

Did that guy really guess his next course of action and the enemies he would encounter?

So, that is to say, did he really want to fight the Seventh King Cavalry by himself when he gave him this information?

But...not to mention whether the information was correct, he still couldn't figure out the intention of the twelfth king's knight named Tulin.

Is it true that, as he said, he is also a member of the fight against tyrants?

No, I still can't judge rashly.

Now in Liu Ji's opinion, the appearance of the seventh king's knight here has at least three levels of probability that it is a trap for him.

but……

What can be done?

He couldn't leave the potato brats alone.

"No, I have to find them," Liu Ji said and ran out.

"Wait, don't worry," unexpectedly, it was Na Beilin who stopped Liu Ji.

"What's wrong?" Liu Ji asked confused.

"That...someone is looking for us," Na Beilin said, "No, to be precise, maybe, someone is looking for you..."

As she spoke, she put her crystal ball in front of Liu Ji's eyes.

On it, floating a three-dimensional unique symbol.

The symbol seems to be purely a decorative pattern composed of lines, but if you look carefully, you can vaguely see a smiling face hidden behind the line decoration.

Liu Ji had seen this figure before.

That was the last pattern drawn on the information sheet about the Seventh King's Cavalry that Turin had given him.

Liu Ji frowned.

Yayin came over and took a look at the pattern on the crystal ball. She frowned slightly and asked, "Huh? Identity tattoo? Someone you know?"

"I don't know if it counts as acquaintance, but in short, tut," Liu Ji secretly sighed, "Where is his direction?"

"He sent a message saying that as long as you go out, he will naturally find you," Na Beilin said. "There is only this message and nothing else."

"I know, I'll go out and see him," Liu Ji said, turning into a burst of sand and drilling directly into the surrounding soil.

A few minutes later, Liu Ji jumped out of the ground.

Although he didn't know if it would be useful, he did run a long distance underground and circled several times before emerging from the ground.

Looking at the deserted forest, Liu Ji frowned and shouted: "Hey, come out, I'm here, why are you looking for me?"

no respond.

Liu Ji looked around, hesitated a little, and shouted again.

But this time there was still no response.

"Tsk, what the hell, are you kidding me?" Liu Ji frowned and muttered.

Then, he planned to shout again. If there was still no response, he felt that he could leave directly.

But before he could speak, this time, he felt someone appear behind him.

I thought it would be Tulin, but when I turned my head, I saw a somewhat familiar old man appearing in front of me.

He has white hair and a gray beard, and is wearing a light cyan robe. In his hand is a dark gold staff with an extremely complex front-end carving and magical structure. His ten fingers are covered with ancient rings of different colors...

There is no doubt that this appearance is the old man Liu Ji met underground in the Shangxiang tribe's village.