Two-Dimensional Alien Species: Human Security Agency

"Three minutes and twenty-five seconds. You are considered qualified."

"Great kindness, no words to thank." William stopped abruptly and bowed 90 degrees to Greedy Wolf. Xie Zhifei covered his face again. That was probably... an illusion.

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Chapter 60 The Last Elder

After picking up William, Xie Zhifei and his party almost got on the plane back to Longcheng. Mu Xiao and Xi Ke sent off, the former asked Xie Zhifei to play more when he had time, the latter just snorted coldly. The two had completely different reactions, and Xie Zhifei could only laugh.

After saying goodbye to them completely, Xie Zhifei finally understood why Mu Xiao finally had such a meaningful smile on the plane, and how the secrets she told her before knew. It's not that Mu Xiao is good at inquiring, but that William in front of him is actually a chatter.

"Do you have a cell phone?" William said to Xie Zhifei who was beside him after getting on the plane for about five minutes. "I mean that kind of intelligence."

Xie Zhifei nodded and gave him his mobile phone. The latter played with him yelling for about half an hour and then began to discuss with him about the latest developments in quantum mechanics, redshift and cosmic discontinuity. In fact, it wasn't a discussion at all, it was just that he was talking and Xie Zhifei was listening. God knows why a werewolf studies these fields so well.

Then Xie Zhifei remembered that this guy seemed to be admitted to Qingbei before he became a werewolf, and then he was imprisoned by The Fool for 12 years. He was not allowed to have information contact with the outside world, and could only read books. 12 years of researching these technologies in the most insane way... Forget it, there are only a few hours left anyway, let him go.

But Xie Zhifei obviously underestimated William's eloquence. He always thought that the phrase "from poetry and poetry to philosophy of life" was an exaggeration. But William really moved seamlessly from cutting-edge science to theology, followed by the history of theological development, and then from the origin of theology to history... One person had a great time chatting. Then at this moment, Xie Zhifei heard a word from his mouth that shocked him.

"You said, a thousand-year **** war?"

"Uh, did I say that?"

Xie Zhifei didn't return but just stared at him. The latter scratched his head, "Okay, okay, that's what I said," and then turned to look at Po Jun, who closed his eyes and rested, seeing that the latter didn't stop him from continuing to speak. "What I'm going to tell you next is the real secret. Don't tell anyone else." Although Xie Zhifei really wanted to complain about the old stalk that must not be told to others, but after thinking about William's ability to change the topic, he still had a little bit of it. head.

"In fact, my understanding of the Millennium Blood War is also from the books. The entire Frost Bite is a tribe that emerged after the Millennium Blood War. The so-called millennium is actually a term of fact. That is the degree of tragic and continuation. The time is far longer than any war in history that happened in the dark. Many people don't know it exists, but this war really lasted for 1,200 years. About the rise of one race and the demise of another race war."

"The origin of the Millennium Blood War varies, but it is generally believed that it was started as a war in the fourth century AD. At that time, the witch-hunting boom that rose almost at the same time around the world was the dark force's attack on the rising mankind. Suppression. In the millennia that followed, humans and the dark forces repeatedly crushed, fostered different forces, and competed for the control of the world. One dynasty after another was founded, destroyed, and then restored the infinite cycle of reincarnation…”

"... This kind of battle continued until the sixteenth century, when the first industrial revolution appeared, and human beings finally possessed overwhelming power, and they all died outside London. The general battle started. More than half of the twelve blood clansmen were present, The werewolf, the lich, the witcher, and the black priests of the Holy See fought **** endlessly. The witcher clan was expelled in the first battle. But the human race finally won.

"Of course, for Huaxia, this war will be longer and more painful. The dark forces that have lost the entire Europe and the United States are concentrated in Asia. Humans and monsters compete and bite each other, and millions of people die in that war. Until Huaxia After all the pain, everyone gave up the clans and gangs that have been passed down for many years, swept the secret party into the gutter of history, established fools, learned from their own strengths, and concentrated their responses. Only then did they finally win the victory of this war."

William's words were very light, as if there was no smell of fireworks. But the quantifiers that appear from time to time in the words are still shocking. One thousand two hundred years, millions of people, and one clan were excommunicated, every inch of mountains and rivers, every inch of blood. Before there were any guns, gunpowder, any weapons that are now being used against those weirdos. How on earth do humans fight monsters with power? Sen Ran's **** scrolls are hard to hide.

"Why do I always think that you are on the side of humans? You seem very happy that the dark race was defeated..." Xie Zhifei said to William with a subtle expression.

"Well, it's also very difficult for you to let me bring myself into the dark race." William scratched his head. "And then there's nothing to be proud of, remember what I said? During the decisive battle in London, the blood race only went to half of the gates. Although the werewolves all participated in the war under the leadership of the Silver Moon Alliance, the tribe and the tribe were separated from each other. There are more small races that do not participate in these things themselves, and more weird ones don't even have the consciousness of war. , they are simply the incarnation of chaos."

"The victory of the thousand-year **** war has never been won by human beings. It is only because the dark races fight each other and drag each other down. The hatred between werewolves and vampires is no less than that between them and humans."

"What do you want to say?" Xie Zhifei looked into William's eyes.

"Why did human beings rise up and resist, because they were oppressed too much by the dark races, so they could give up their hatred and unite with the outside world, and there was a thousand-year **** war. The gap between the dark races is far greater than that of human beings, but there is no doubt that they are oppressed now. Not at all smaller than the human beings back then.”

"You mean, they may also start a thousand-year **** battle that belongs to them, and at that time, they belonged to the party of resistance?"

"I'm just telling you some history and current situation." William smiled, "It's time to get off the plane."

Xie Zhifei noticed that while talking with William, the formation of several hours had ended, and the plane had indeed entered the time when the lever was slowly descending. Nod.

The door of the machine opened, and two rows of men in black competed against each other. The swimsuit on the left was wearing a black suit, holding a silver box, and two medals decorated with mountains on their chests were shining. On the right is a long black woolen trench coat, uniform black sunglasses, a solemn and wild atmosphere rises on the tarmac.

"Tumen Xuefeng welcomes the Holy Son!" Standing in front of the man in the windbreaker was a rickety old man who was less than one meter and six feet tall, and his silver hair was meticulous. Although thin and old, he was naturally the center of the audience as soon as he opened his mouth. The hoarse voice carried the desolation and majesty that had been seen in the prosperous times and the demise of the prosperous world, like the north wind whistling on the wasteland, and the throat was cold. .

"Twelve years overdue. Frost's Bite Clan deserves ten thousand deaths."

Tumen Xuefeng, the youngest of the six elders of Frost Bite, and the only elder left after breaking the army and killing the clan. It was he who led one-third of the old, weak, women and children like Tianhu to seek shelter, he and the Fool signed several unequal contracts, and it was he who led this remnant clan to endure for twelve years. Twelve years of heavy burdens have crushed a high-spirited middle-aged man into a crippled old man. Living is not easier than death, and enduring humiliation is by no means easier than resisting. The Bite of Frost and the Tooth of Frost Flower have always been the toughest flowers blooming in the desperate conditions of minus tens of degrees.

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Chapter 61 An eye for an eye

"According to the agreement, we will represent Tianhu as the witness this time. We have nothing else to say. Let's start." The two sides sat in the small pavilion of Chongjiu, and the ancestor in the middle said something. Start closing your eyes. Leaning on the cushions is like an earthen puppet in a shrine.

The Fool's Fangblade was almost fully dispatched, and all six people, including Chen Ye, were present, and there was even a white tail in the darkness. Lin Xue sat quietly at the back. Relatively speaking, Frost's Bite is simpler. Tumen sits in the middle, with two children, a man and a woman, sitting quietly behind him. Hushuang's big eyes occasionally turned curiously to William who was chatting with Liyan in the corner.

"Mr. Po Jun, I don't know what you need Bite of Frost to do, but we still thank you for your generosity in letting the Son of God return to the race." Tumen's posture was very low.

"Actually, we didn't plan to let William join your clan." Po Jun replied seriously, regardless of Tumen's expression, his expression instantly became very distorted.

"I don't know what you mean? If we don't plan to let the Son of God return, the premise of our transaction does not hold." Even so, Tumen controlled his emotions.

"If the deal can be reached, we will release William, but not for him to return to the Frostbite tribe with you. It is to give him a chance to return to a normal life, of course, he still needs to be monitored."

"If the Holy Son cannot be returned to the ethnic group, it will be meaningless." Xie Zhifei couldn't hear the change in Tumen's tone, as if the compromise proposed by Po Jun had not shaken him at all.

"Don't worry, he's just bluffing." Lazily lying on the ground in the posture of a sleeping Buddha, he whispered behind Xie Zhifei. "As long as their holy son can come out, they will have countless opportunities to contact him and win over him. In fact, if we directly agree to let William return to their clan, they will be uneasy."

Xie Zhifei nodded lightly, although he didn't see such an emotion on Tumen's face at all. Debating and negotiating, the silent game is the process of hiding one's own bottom line, and then guessing the other side's bottom line to advance to that bottom line step by step. There is also a saying that the outcome of negotiations is never decided at the negotiating table. Only the details can be hammered out at the negotiating table. The real form of negotiation is determined by the strength of both sides outside the table.

In the Potsdam Conference, no matter how good the German negotiators and debate experts are, they still cannot change their status as defeated countries. , so that there is less blood left in the wound.

"We can't let William return to Frostbite, which is also his own idea. In fact, we prefer to let him spend his life in death prison, and we will provide him with all the living supplies he needs as much as possible."

"Mr. Po Jun, I don't think we need to play such a front. What do you need us to do, the Son is a necessary condition for our rise, but if we lose our tribe, even if we have the Son, it will no longer be Makes any sense." Turing made a calm face.

"The old man is trying to find a way to play with us, Stud? He doesn't even have any cards in his hand and wants to play Stud." Yi Nian didn't intend to hide his sarcasm at all. "But damn, I think the boss will accept this offer."

"Dead Eye." Sure enough, Po Jun nodded and answered these two words. "We need Frost's Bite to find the bat in hiding."

As soon as Po Jun finished speaking, the two children behind Tumen almost simultaneously withdrew their gazes on William, and stared at Po Jun in front of him. Those eyes seemed to be the most terrifying demon described in fairy tales. Crawled out of the book.

"You know, what is the price of Dead Eye, right?" Xie Zhifei felt that Tumen's mood swings were so real for the first time, and these words seemed to leak from between his teeth.

"Yes, that's why we let William sit here." Po Jun refused to let him.

"I said that even if there is a Holy Son, if we have to sacrifice the entire tribe, we will not accept this kind of price."

"If you die alone, Frost's Bite will not perish." Po Jun said coldly, "On the contrary, Frost's Bite will gain my friendship."

"What can your friendship bring us?"

"Get out of the mirror and leave the sky."

Tumen lowered his head, as if he was thinking about something. And Po Jun is also very cooperative without urging.

"Don't ask me what the dead eye is?" Seeing Xie Zhifei looking back, he spread his hands without hesitation. On the other hand, Liu Huan spoke in a rare manner.

"Dead Eye is one of the unique abilities of Frostbite Werewolf. When facing an undead enemy, he uses a method similar to witnessing the future to predict the enemy's death." Then Liu Huan frowned, " To be precise, go and see the scene when the enemy died."

"It's like... witnessing fate." Liu Huan's voice was like smoke.

"Witness fate?" Xie Zhifei's body trembled slightly when he heard Liu Huan's words.

"Yes, to see the death of an enemy at the cost of the death of an elder. A tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye. Death to see death."

"Frost's Bite is the only one left... the last elder, right?"

Liu Huan nodded and looked at the silent old man in front of him. At the height of his life, he fell to the bottom of the valley, carried the fate of thousands of people for decades, and then sacrificed his life for the enemy. Xie Zhifei had no way of guessing the old man's current mood, so he could only look at the silent silver-haired man in front of him like Liu Huan.