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Chapter 433: A Big One

Swish swish.

Something was moving quickly among the grass, which made Hu Zhe nervous.

Hu Zhe is a young scout of the Tatar tribe. He leads two subordinates and operates in an area close to human areas.

For him who is not very strong, this is a dangerous job. Even if he encounters a human in the fifth realm, this three-person team may be wiped out.

Swish!
Suddenly, with a louder noise, a figure taller than the three of them jumped out from the overgrown weeds.

puff.

The figure fell to the ground.

"who!"

The three Tatars immediately pointed their spears at the prone man, but without much murderous intent.

It was obvious that this was a fellow creature, and they didn't go forward immediately because they were frightened due to their extreme nervousness.

"Help, save me."

The Tatar lying on the ground began to speak. His accent was a little strange, but it seemed reasonable for a wounded man.

"Help!"

Hu Zhe immediately called two of his subordinates over and did not approach rashly.

Among the Tatars, who have a clear hierarchy, the subordinates could not refuse. If possible, they did not want to contact an unidentified person, even if he was from the same tribe.

However, when they got closer and began to examine the uninvited guest in front of them, they quickly confirmed that this was indeed an injured team leader, and his aura was even stronger than that of their captain Hu Zhe.

"Captain, he probably escaped from the front line. There are a lot of lucky guys these days."

"Bring him back, we have done a great job."

Hu Zhe said, feeling a little secretly happy.

This wounded man seems to be quite strong. If we rescue him, we might get a reward. At least we won’t have to continue patrolling in the most dangerous places.

They didn't know that the wounded who were being rescued were also very nervous at this time.

After all, this was the first time he used this image to contact the Tatars, and even Chen Mo was not quite sure about it.

Although he believed in Professor Cui's skills, he was still worried about being noticed.

But it was obvious that the scouts did not react at all. Chen Mo was safe for the time being and took his hand back from the storage magic weapon.

In order not to arouse suspicion, Chu Xuncang specially arranged for him a storage magic device of very poor quality, because this was in line with the identity of a leader of the fifth or sixth realm.

After all, even humans at the fourth or fifth realms have the ability to possess this worst kind of storage spiritual tool. If you take it back and say it’s a trophy, no one will be suspicious, and you will hardly be questioned.

However, the price is that the internal space of this spiritual weapon is very small, and it cannot hold a long sword. It is mainly used to store several life-saving consumables, such as the shrinking stone eye and the medicine gourd. If an emergency occurs, at least you can still struggle.

Of course, it doesn't mean that having the Shrinking Stone Eye will make him absolutely safe. Although that thing allows him to use the Holy Realm's teleportation ability several times, if he is in the enemy's lair and is blocked by many Hades, the function of the Stone Eye may not be fully utilized.

Along the way, Chen Mo reviewed Chu Xuncang's instructions, and reviewed the language and personality in his memories.

He had to completely put himself into the shoes of the Tatar leader named Malyu, then blend into the enemy ranks and ensure safety before taking action.

After all, what he wanted to do was to assassinate multiple governors from within, not a one-time deal.

If the purpose is just to kill one or two people, it is better to act with the main force on the front line.

The Tatars were not very good at taking care of the wounded, or it could be said that they had no concept of "consideration and tenderness" at all. In order to make it more realistic, Chen Mo actually slapped himself twice, causing some injuries to his bones and flesh.

After the bumpy ride, he grimaced in pain, but didn't groan. After all, the original owner was a quiet person.

Soon, the group returned to a stone city in the scorched earth. Chen Mo looked up and saw a magnificent gate right in front of him, built with large pieces of rock.

Objectively speaking, although the architectural style of the Mingyuan alien race is rough, it also has a majestic beauty. They like to use stones to build giant castles, which look like a mountain and are very visually impactful.

Whenever something like this appeared in the human world in peacetime, it would become a popular tourist attraction. However, Chen Mo was not in the mood to appreciate the scenery now. He was sent to a place similar to a hospital.

Under the ceiling that is more than ten to twenty meters high, there are stone beds piled up with soft leather mattresses. This shows that although the Tatars are bent on destruction, they are not heartless and they also need comfort.

"Lie down."

An old man from the Netherworld with a long nose came over and checked his injuries, followed by a Tatar.

Chen Mo didn't know what race the long-nosed people were, but it was obvious that they must have been captured and enslaved by the Tatars.

This kind of alien race will usually be supervised by guards in their movements and will not be given much freedom. This was mentioned during the previous training.

"Some of them can be used, but we must be extremely cautious." These were Chu Xuncang's original words.

The long-nosed man's movements were very rough. It was more like torture than checking for injuries. Chen Mo did not say anything, but secretly memorized the man's appearance.

This man obviously had no good feelings towards the Tatars and his attitude was very cold. If he was not being escorted, he probably would not want to cooperate at all.

But it was not a big problem. As a master, Chen Mo had very precise control over his strength. The slaps did not cause serious damage to himself, and it was soon confirmed that they were only superficial injuries.

Soon, a layer of yellow mud-like ointment was applied on Chen Mo's body, and then he began to recuperate.

Facts have proved that the Tatars' bodies have a strong ability to recover. Even if he is only a leader at the fifth or sixth level, he has the speed of an immortal body. After only two days, he can move on his own.

So soon, he encountered his first test.

"Mulu, Lord Fanlong wants to see you, go there immediately."

No one would care about the exact severity of his injuries. In the Tatars, those of lower status would have no status and had to go if asked to.

Chen Mo deliberately pretended to have some mobility problems and walked out of the "hospital" in circles, and went deeper into the Stone City, in front of a fortress built on a hillside.

He was brought to a big door on the second floor, and immediately felt an extremely terrifying aura.

Hades!

The transformation would slightly affect his perception of the aura, but he just knew that there was at least one Hades behind this gate, but it was definitely not the dragon that asked to see him.

Because Fan Long was the superior of the original owner of Chen Mo's identity, a leader of the seventh realm of the Tatar tribe, and he would never bring a huge sense of oppression just through the door.

Unexpectedly, I encountered such a big challenge not long after my undercover career began.

Chen Mo walked in with his head held high, and was immediately attracted by the red-skinned figure sitting at the main seat at the long table opposite.

Red Giant?!

Could this be the Red God that Professor Cui had deduced was going to hunt me down?
Chen Mo concentrated his mind and was ready to take life-saving items from the spiritual weapon at any time, because the problem was more serious than expected. After all, Chi Shen was not an ordinary Pluto, but the Pluto of the Deep Realm.

However, Fanlong, who was waiting at the door, spoke first: "Greetings, this is the descendant of King Chishen, the new king, Lord Chixiao."

Chen Mo breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it’s not the real boss, just a son.

He saluted his superiors according to the method he remembered. In the Tatar tribe, the way of saluting the leader, the governor, and the Hades is different. Every Tatar must remember it and cannot be negligent in the slightest.

But before Chen Mo could make any move, he heard Chi Xiao say, "Don't waste time. Let me ask you, where did you escape from?"

(End of this chapter)