What Should I Do If I was Forced to Marry the Elf Queen

"This...this envoy, please cheer up...After all, everyone still expects you to save us..."

Sir Jacob scratched his head in anguish. It was obvious that he didn't know what to say.

"Ah... somebody will help me! I want to eat...whatever it is..."

I sat down against the iron railing, rolled my eyes and said.

But... at this moment, Professor Yang's hoarse and gloomy voice suddenly sounded from the cell:

"Dear patients in the'Superior Nursing Room'...now it's time to get up again..."

Hearing Professor Yang's voice, the prisoners in the cell gradually opened their eyes and sat on the straw in a daze.

"Because the effect of the treatment in the previous period is not obvious...for your physical and mental health...I decided to adjust the treatment plan from today and strengthen the treatment for you... We will recover soon and return to the embrace of the glory of our heavenly Father..."

The shofar devil's voice was gloomy and hoarse...The insidious tone was uncomfortable just to hear it, and there was a chilling feeling.

After hearing its rhetoric about strengthening the treatment intensity, the prisoners who were still at a loss showed nervous expressions at this time.

And I heard something wrong in the devil's tone.

Although...Professor Young's voice is as uncomfortable as always...but the tone is obviously unnatural...

If I have to say something that is unnatural, I can't say it... But it is inexplicable that the sound is not from Professor Yang himself, but from a combination of certain spells.

Reminiscent of... the way the devil suddenly vomited blood yesterday... Could it be that its true body has now left the sanatorium?

With doubts in my mind, I began to carefully analyze the rhetoric in his "Professor Yang" discourse.

"So... from today... I decided to advance the time of the survival game to 7:30... and extend the'treatment' time to twice the original time. I hope you can encourage each other as soon as possible. Rehabilitation...more than!"

The hoarse voice of "Professor Yang" stopped abruptly, and the prisoners in the cell were in an uproar.

"What? The survival game will be extended?"

"Shit treatment! That devil is trying to fix us to death!"

"My God! These damn bastards! Bastards!"

......

Just when there was a mess in the cell.

Suddenly, on the dim ceiling of the cell, a dazzling white light began to appear!

"Sir Jacob... what's wrong?"

Looking at the dazzling light, I asked the violent mage on the side with some surprise.

But at this moment, a powerful suction emerged from the ceiling shrouded by the holy light, before I could make a sound.I was born and sucked from the ground to the ceiling by that powerful force!

Then a huge vortex appeared on the majestic holy light, swept all the prisoners and rotated in and entered the upper space.

Surrounded by the dazzling light, I just felt dizzy and dizzy.

When the things in front of you become clear again.

I found myself topless, sitting in a brown-red clay pot immobile.

And in my hand, I also held a ridiculous big hammer, I don't know what it was for.

This.... What is this thing?

What tricks the shofar devil is playing again.

At this moment.... I felt a rapid air current scraping across my cheeks.

Looking around, I was shocked to see the abyss below.

Only then did I realize that I was staying on the back of a giant eagle with a jar, and the giant eagle was flying in the sky.Like me, staying on the large back of the giant eagle, there are hundreds of people sitting in the jars naked.

"Special Envoy..."

At this moment, the violent mage on the side raised his hammer and greeted me.

It seemed that he was really surprised at his current situation.

"Sir Jacob...what the hell is going on?"

I gently tapped the clay pot covering my lower body with a hammer, and asked in confusion.

"As you can see... this is what the devil calls a'survival game'..."

The Violent Mage spread out his hands with a wry smile, and pointed his hammer at the bottom of my clay pot and said.

"In the lower layer of the clay pot, there is a day's worth of food and drink... Use a hammer to open the clay pot... to have something to eat. This is how the devil tormented us..."

"Really? In this clay pot?! Say it early!"

As soon as I heard that there was something to eat, I immediately became energetic, and immediately picked up a sledgehammer to smash it against the clay pot.

"Ehhhhhhh! Special Envoy! This can't be done!"

The violent mage was taken aback, and quickly stretched out a hammer to stop my movement.

"The person whose clay pot was smashed will be treated by electrotherapy all afternoon!"

"clam?"

I immediately stopped what I was doing.

Although I am not afraid of electrotherapy, it is better to ask some things clearly.

"Then.... Why did they put the food in the jar? They didn't let us crack it?"

"No...Special Envoy.... I think you have misunderstood...." The Violent Mage sighed and shook his head. "It's not to stop knocking, but let us break other people's clay pots. Get food by killing each other."

What a vicious strategy!

To use this method to arouse contradictions among the prisoners is indeed the cruelest devil in the abyss!

"Then...Is there no other way?"

Out of caution, I continued to ask.

"Yes there are... but it's the same as nothing."

After speaking, the Violent Mage pointed to the looming mountain in front of dense fog and said:

"Did your envoy see the high mountains over there? The devil said...as long as someone sits in a clay pot and climbs to the top of the mountain with a hammer, he will be pardoned for a month without electrotherapy and three meals are provided... .. But... when the magic and psychic powers are blocked, how can anyone do such a thing?"

Looking at the kilometer-high Kyoho, I almost didn't spit out a mouthful of old blood.

Damn...This sheep is called a beast...It's so bad that it's in py....This kind of wicked thing he also thought of.

"And... it's not just that..." The Violent Mage continued to explain, "Wait a moment, those black-skinned dogs will let us randomly jump from the back of the giant eagle to the island below... .. Then every half an hour, poison was used to narrow the scope, forcing everyone to gather at the foot of the middle mountain... All people covered by the poison ring would be regarded as broken pots... Forced to drag out electrotherapy. In the end, only about one in ten people can be exempted..."

After speaking, Sir Jacob drew a magic clock with his finger to check the time.

"There are twenty seconds left.... Special Envoy...Soon, we will be able to'parachute'..."

38. Fried Chicken Union

Seeing the giant eagle spread its wings and glide, lowered its height and entered the sky above the island.

Soon, a few people standing on the edge strenuously moved the clay pot with a hammer, and jumped off the eagle's back.

However, for a long time, a large umbrella condensed by holy light appeared above the brown clay pot, slowing down the speed of falling, causing the person in the pot to fall steadily.

Seeing this, the violent mage immediately raised his hammer eagerly, trying to jump off the giant eagle's back.

"Okay, my envoy, forgive me to go one step ahead!"

"Wait! Don't rush to jump!"

I stretched out my hammer to stop Sir Jacob.

"What's wrong? Envoy, do you have any questions?"

The Violent Mage looked at me suspiciously.

"The giant eagle has just entered the sky above the island... If you jump down now, wouldn't it take you more time to reach the foot of the mountain?"

Looking at the houses and woods below that are like pocket toys, I frowned and said.

"Ah...it seems to be such a thing..." Sir Jacob scratched his head in a daze. "If I hadn't heard the envoy say that, I would have never thought... ..."

Hearing the sigh of the violent wizard, I felt speechless.

I can't see such a simple truth. Is the brain of this rammer really full of muscles?

"Anyway...you wait a moment...when we get close to the mountain, let's jump down together."

Observing the terrain below, I suggested to the Violent Mage.

"Okay... Then the old lady will listen to the envoy!"

The violence mage nodded excitedly.

"Every time I jumped down before, I rushed towards the mountain with my head. I never thought there was such an easy way!"

Are you a wild boar?It will only rush forward...

"Anyway, when the time comes, you can follow me and act together...We will wait until the giant eagle is closest to the mountain, and then jump down."

"Little brother.... Although your idea is good... but it is not realistic..."

At this time, the god of chickens came out from nowhere and squeezed to my side. He shook his head and said:

"Listen to the uncle...just jump when it's about time...the place around the mountain peak is not something we can go to..."

As he said, he cautiously said to the two groups of people gathered in front of the giant eagle:

"Have you seen the two gangs in front? They always waited until the giant eagle was flying around the mountain to jump down...then they blocked the mountain pass and intercepted all those who intended to approach the mountain..."

After speaking, the Lord of the Chicken God looked at me again and said sincerely:

"Little brother, although I know you are very capable...I don't know if you are the special envoy...but they are so crowded, I advise you to avoid the limelight... "

Patting my shoulder, the god of chickens dragged the hammer with difficulty, moving the clay pot to the edge of the giant eagle.

"Anyway, uncle, I will jump first... Brother, you should think about it!"

After speaking, he slammed the sledgehammer and jumped off the eagle's back.

"Blocked on the mountain pass to kill? Interesting..."

Look in the direction pointed by the head of the chicken god.

I saw that at the front end of the eagle's back, two distinct groups of people were staring at each other.

In terms of numbers, the two groups are basically equal, about 20 people.

More interestingly, the images of the two groups of people are also very recognizable.

On one side is the white-faced clown with explosive head and red lips, and on the other side are the white-haired old men with big backs and eyes.

They looked at each other with unkind faces, and the atmosphere was very solemn.

It's like a deep hatred.

Others didn't dare to approach them, all fearing to avoid them, stay away from them.

Looking at the two gangs of people at the front of the giant eagle, I asked Sir Jacob with some confusion:

"Who are those? Are they great?"

"Huh, it's nothing great...just a bunch of fried chicken chopsticks."

The Violent Mage embraced his arms and said contemptuously.

"Then why is everyone afraid of their appearance?"

I continued to ask.

"Isn't it because these gangs of miscellaneous people are so powerful and ruthless they are still clinging together?"

The Violent Mage said with some irritation.

"If it wasn't for the old man's magical powers to be sealed, and the body was confined in this damn jar, where would it be their turn to be arrogant?"

"Is that so..."

I nodded, and at the same time opened the star map in the "Five-Star Battle World Jue" in my consciousness to view.