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Cheng Han had always felt that a script with only a single narrative line could never support a grand scene, nor could it portray rich character images.

Therefore, it could not be considered an excellent script.

As a playwright, he preferred multi-threaded narratives.

The content about the patrol area in the "Revenge Prologue" that Cheng Han compiled was only a part of it.

Another scene, or rather, another plot line, was actually in another place.

At this moment.

Qinglin City, Southern District.

A middle-aged man with disheveled hair, wrapped in a long coat, was sitting on a bench in a street garden.

A faint blue light flickered in his eyes.

The middle-aged man held a small cloth bag in his hand, and through the open mouth of the bag, one could see some golden millet inside.

"Goo~ Goo~"

A flock of pigeons stood in the snow not far away, chirping non-stop.

The middle-aged man took out a handful of millet and waved it forward onto the snow.

The pigeons swarmed over, vying to peck at the millet.

Just then.

A black cat gracefully walked over and meowed at the flock of pigeons.

"Meow~"

In the next instant.

A mutation occurred.

Several ice thorns suddenly burst out of the snow, piercing the necks of the fattest pigeons, instantly killing them.

The remaining pigeons, as if they hadn't seen anything, continued to peck at the millet.

"Meow~"

The black cat happily flicked its ears.

It was saying: This cat will eat roast pigeon later!

The middle-aged man watched this scene and shook his head: "People die for wealth, birds die for food! Desire always attracts moths to the flame."

He was immersed in his thoughts again: "If the plan has no deviations, the dark revenge operation should be able to lure out an official garrison Mystic Warrior."

The middle-aged man looked up at the sky, a smile on his face: "And according to the deduction results, a mystic array guarded by two Mystic Warriors has the ability to launch a series of attacks.

"If there is one less garrison Mystic Warrior, the attack interval of the mystic array will inevitably be greatly extended, and as a result, the safety of the 'Netherworld' operation will be much higher."

This middle-aged man was none other than Netherworld!

Or rather, one of the Netherworlds!

Last time, after killing the executioner of the Destruction Mission, and obtaining the extraordinary item "Soul Splitting Blood Jade", and deducing the soul splitting method, Cheng Han could truly transform into thousands of incarnations.

"Meow~"

The black cat squatted beside him, echoing.

The middle-aged man stood up leisurely and muttered with a smile: "This drama is definitely not an isolated performance.

"It will involve more grievances and revenge, more revenge, the word 'prologue' in the script name 'Revenge Prologue' is just as its name suggests."

Behind him.

The black cat looked at a bush and meowed again.

"Meow~"

Two cats crawled out of it and strode towards the flock of pigeons.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The flock of pigeons was startled and flapped their wings and flew up.

The two cats picked up the dead pigeons and quickly left the place.

Only a few traces of bright red blood remained in the snow, as well as a little millet that had not been pecked at.

The middle-aged man tightened his coat collar, put his hands in his pockets, and strolled towards the park gate.

The black cat followed leisurely.

Before long.

A man and a cat left the park and merged into the crowd on the street.

Netherworld.

Comes from the crowd.

And hides in the crowd.

*

Fifty kilometers west of Black Mountain Camp.

A long row of wooden houses was built next to a snow forest.

This place is an outer station belonging to the Black Mountain Camp, located on the road between the Black Mountain Camp and Qinglin City, serving as a supply station.

The Black Armor Army squads that came and went could rest here temporarily or replenish supplies.

At this time.

A young man dressed as a servant quickly left the wooden house under the guise of collecting firewood.

He quietly entered the snow forest, took out a carrier pigeon from his arms, and threw it out.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The carrier pigeon flapped its wings vigorously and quickly flew out of the snow forest, heading towards Qinglin City.

The young servant looked up at the disappearing carrier pigeon, a smile on his face: "Hehe, twenty silver coins are in hand, this money is really easy to earn."

What this person didn't know was that just three meters away, a thin figure stood quietly beside a snow pine, staring at him fixedly.

And the latter was also one of the Netherworlds.

The young servant hastily collected a bundle of firewood and quickly left the snow forest.

The thin figure muttered: "Has the message been sent out? The operating efficiency of this underground news network is slower than I expected."

He chuckled again: "If I were to manage it, the message could be sent out half an hour after the target leaves the Black Mountain Camp."

*

Snowy wilderness.

Cheng Han, no, to be precise, it should be the Black Armor Army squad led by Guagua, finally arrived at the target patrol area.

The first thing the team did was—build a campsite.

The wilderness area of the Taian Small Spirit Realm is divided into more than ninety patrol areas by the Xuan Pavilion, each with an area of nearly two hundred square kilometers.

Generally speaking, even if the physical fitness of the warriors is much stronger than ordinary people, it takes four to five days to search such a large area.

And when staying in the wilderness for a long time, building a complete campsite is undoubtedly the most important thing.

Cao Hongyi took the initiative to take over the task: "Leave the task of building the campsite to me, I have more experience in this area."

Cheng Han shook his head: "No need, you go chop trees."

Cao Hongyi had experienced Guagua's matter, and had no doubts about all his orders: "Okay!"

Regarding how to build a complete campsite, the Black Armor Army has a set of specialized methods, which every warrior has learned.

But the campsite designed by Cheng Han is very different from the conventional camp.

Soon.

Five warriors each carried two trees back.

They were surprised to see that four snowmen were busy in the camp.

With a wave of their hands, the accumulated snow automatically gathered, quickly compacted and solidified, turning into a solid ice wall.

Without a doubt.

This genius boy intends to build a camp using trees and ice as materials.

And this greatly exceeded the imagination of this group of people.

Cheng Han's gaze swept over everyone, making a gesture: "Put down the trees and continue to chop trees."

Cao Hongyi responded, threw the two trees on the ground, jumped up using the Magpie Ascending Style, and landed in the direction of the snow forest.

It could be seen that the snowmen's work efficiency was extremely high, and he felt that he had to speed up the tree chopping speed, otherwise it would slow down the construction progress.

A group of people jumped up one after another.

Cao Hongyi glanced back in mid-air, his expression changed slightly again.

He saw that one of the snowmen shook his hands, turning into sharp ice blades, and quickly waved them, cleaning the branches cleanly.

This was enough to show that the snowmen had combat power, and it was definitely not weak.

"Awesome!"

Cao Hongyi muttered softly, his figure began to fall downwards.

Half an hour later.

The camp was completed at an unbelievably fast speed.

This was a small fortress.

The shape was hexagonal, divided into two floors, the upper floor was a lookout and guard area, and the lower floor was a residential area.

Even if it was suddenly attacked, the upper floor could serve as protection, and the people on the lower floor would not die immediately.

It is worth mentioning that there were actually two indoor toilets in the fortress.

This was not a unique hobby of some designer, but a very serious design.

Because for many warriors, going to the toilet in the wild was indeed a big problem, and many people were attacked while relieving themselves, and there were even tragedies of "someone having a piece of buttock bitten off".

After Cao Hongyi visited the fortress, he was satisfied and sighed greatly: "Too exaggerated!"

The patrol task was a very arduous task, it was normal to not eat well or live well, and he never dreamed that one day he could live in a fortress in the wild.

The other warriors all nodded.

Everyone felt that following such a team leader was really too comfortable.

Cao Hongyi said: "The fortress is good, but it's too hard on you, in fact, our requirements for the living environment are not high."

Cheng Han shook his head slightly: "I have condensed the 'Ice Jade Rune Seal', I have a feeling that the power of ice and snow is rapidly climbing."

Cao Hongyi was stunned for a moment: "Is a blizzard coming?"

Cheng Han nodded: "It may be tonight!"

As an all-knowing and wise man, how could he do meaningless things?

The deduction of the All-Knowing Eye has confirmed this point, a considerable blizzard is brewing, and tonight it will sweep the entire Taian Small Spirit Realm.

Cao Hongyi's thoughts immediately changed: "In this case, the fortress is indeed necessary!"

Although the conventional camp can also withstand the blizzard, in that case, don't expect comfort, it will definitely be as cold as an ice cave.

Cheng Han looked up at the sky and muttered in his heart: "'Weather Walker'?"

In the process of systematically studying ancient history, he knew that the First Heretic God also had an inconspicuous priesthood—Weather Manipulator.

In the distant years, the Heretic God repeatedly descended large-scale meteorological disasters to punish the unfaithful believers, and at the same time used the power of fear to force other believers to be more pious.

After the arrival of the Myriad Hao Divine Banyan, the powerful power of the Divine Tree could resist natural disasters, and the meteorological disaster power of the First Heretic God was greatly weakened.

Among the believers of the First Heretic God, there was a group of guys called "Weather Walkers" who were best at manipulating the weather.

Cheng Han deduced that the Mystic Warrior-level Weather Walkers may not be able to change the weather, but it is definitely no problem to fuel the flames.

For example, making the blizzard even more powerful.

This upcoming blizzard is likely to indicate—the next attack will be extremely violent.

Cheng Han's eyes flickered, and he muttered secretly: "Revenge in the blizzard? The blizzard makes the atmosphere more tense, which is a good dramatic element."

At this time.

Cao Hongyi interrupted his thoughts: "I will take people to hunt first, and reserve more food, so as not to make it difficult to hunt when the blizzard comes."

Cheng Han nodded: "Okay!"

*

Qinglin City, Southern District.

Mao Tai Winery.

The black cat squatted in a hidden corner, watching the people coming in and out.

Few people know that although this place is called a winery, it is actually an underground intelligence point. At the beginning, the female team leader bought news here, and then learned that Qiu Jian was executed.

The sheriff has been ordered to monitor it for many days, and it can be fully confirmed that the owner of the winery is one of the members of the Destruction Mission.

A middle-aged man, or rather Netherworld, walked quickly past the entrance of the winery and entered a wood processing factory next door.

The afternoon work time has arrived.

The manager pointed to a pile of logs in the yard and ordered: "Old Zhou, your task this afternoon is to cut this pile of wood."

The middle-aged man nodded silently.

He pulled over a small cart, put the logs in it, pulled it to a machine, and started the machine with a lot of effort.

"Buzz~"

With the noisy sound, the sharp cutting blade rotated.

This is a semi-crystal machine.

Simply put, it is a crystal energy combined with a heat engine. The energy source is a small part of gray crystal and most of it is brown oil. It has the advantages of stable operation of crystal energy machinery and the advantages of cheap energy of the heat engine.

The heat emitted by the brown oil boiler quickly dispelled the cold.

The middle-aged man carried a log and put it into the cutting machine entrance.

"Buzz~"

A harsh cutting sound rang out.

At the exit of the cutting machine, square pieces of firewood rolled out.

A boy, dressed in worn clothes, bent down to pick up the firewood and stack it neatly.

One big and one small, worked silently for a long time.

When half of this pile of wood was cut, the middle-aged man turned off the machine: "Let's take a break."

The boy said "Um", he wiped the sweat from his forehead, took a kettle from the side of the boiler, poured two cups of water, and handed one cup to the middle-aged man.

The two drank water silently together.

After a while.

The middle-aged man said in a low voice: "Boy, the opportunity has come, dare you kill someone?"

The boy's face showed excitement: "Dare!"

His eyes showed deep-seated hatred: "I dream of killing that bastard."

The middle-aged man thought for a while and warned: "This is very dangerous, you may lose your life."

The boy said firmly: "That day I had a high fever, my father went out to buy medicine for me, and never came back. Since then, I have felt worse than death every day."

He clenched his fists and said fiercely: "As long as I can get revenge, I am willing to pay any price."

The middle-aged man nodded silently.

The owner of Mao Tai Winery, a guy named "Wei Qian", is the boy's father's enemy.

The story is very simple. In the winter three years ago, Wei Qian drove a crystal energy car and met the boy's father on the road. He honked the horn to ask the latter to get out of the way quickly.

It happened that the boy's father had a leg injury at the time, and it was inconvenient to move. Wei Qian drank a little wine, and his reckless temper broke out, and he drove directly into him.

The result was that the boy's father was crushed to death, and Wei Qian was arrested by the patrol office for traffic negligence, and was released after spending money to dredge the relationship.

The middle-aged man sighed and muttered in his heart: "This 'Revenge Prologue' is not only the revenge of darkness, but also the revenge of small people.

"Although human joys and sorrows are not connected, the drama woven with it truly has a soul and has the power to move people's hearts."

The middle-aged man finished drinking water and asked in a low voice: "Did you prepare a knife?"

The boy nodded heavily: "I prepared it three years ago."

The boy paused, then added, "I polish it every day, I'm really fast!"

The middle-aged man stood up and waved his hand, "Get to work."

The boy silently returned to the machine.

"Buzz～"

"Sizzle～"

The sound of the cutting machine was like an overture to a play.

*

Snowy field.

Nearing evening, the sky appeared even darker than the previous days.

"Whoosh～Whoosh～"

The cold wind was much stronger than in the afternoon, carrying countless snowflakes and sweeping across the vast land.

Anyone with a little experience could tell that a blizzard was coming.

Inside the ice and snow fortress.

The atmosphere seemed extremely warm.

In the simple wooden house on the lower level, which served as a living room and dining room, a bonfire was lit, and the room was much warmer than the outside.

Several soldiers were happily roasting meat and chatting with smiles.

"Of all the patrol missions I've participated in, this one is the most comfortable."

"Yeah! With this fortress built by Team Leader Cheng, I can stay until the end of winter."

Cheng Han was not in the living room.

He was in the next wooden house, with his eyes tightly closed, silently sensing the power of ice and snow.

After a long time.

Cheng Han opened his eyes, a strange look in his eyes: "There are strange fluctuations mixed in the wind and snow, a Weather Walker is really interfering!"

He deduced for a moment, then smiled again: "I've learned a lot again today!"