The Witch of Comprehensive Network: From Azeroth to the Classic of Mountains and Seas

Chapter 787 The Great Witch Was Never a Savior (Two Updates!)

Sijifreka Space Station
As a transit station connecting many planes, the Sijifreka Space Station welcomed a new and quite special guest today.

Snake-Natan suppressed the instinctive trembling from the depths of his soul, lowered his head and slid stiffly into the deep shadow in front of him.

Even if he didn't raise his head, or even if he raised his head, he couldn't see it in the sky, Nathan could feel the burning and dangerous gaze like a star.

It has been working on this space station for some years, and has encountered some less common guests.

But right now, this is obviously beyond the snake spirit's experience and cognition...

Fortunately, the other party probably knew about their pressure, and didn't pay too much attention to them.

"Good afternoon, sir, I would like to know if it is possible to go to Onoraro, which is also known as the 'Crimson Crown'."

A haggard woman in a luxurious robe asked the snake spirit in front of her.

Nathan quickly flipped through the manual in front of him, and under the power of consciousness, it began to retrieve itself.

But soon, this seemingly never-ending rummage stopped.

Nathan looked at the above information, and then said apologetically:
"Sorry ma'am, I think you probably came from another, more 'lonely' timeline."

"In the timeline we are currently parallel and in contact with, this plane has been destroyed."

After the woman finished listening, her complexion became even worse.

She wanted to say something, but she opened her mouth and paused for a while, but she just thanked the snake spirit.

She didn't need to ask why the plane was destroyed.

When she appeared in that city full of endless evil and madness, she should have known what happened to her world...

And the woman right now is also the epitome of a large number of slaves who have been rescued in the space station at this moment.

Demons are not devils, and most of the time, they don't capture those high-value slaves so purposefully.

But on the way to initiate tyrannical destruction, he was captured for various reasons.

To put it simply, a large part of these slaves are the product of the demon invasion war.

And there is a high probability that their homeland has been turned into scorched earth.

Everyone is waiting anxiously.

Waiting for the snake spirit to call them in front of them, and then give them a "judgment" in a short enough time with an extremely familiar technique...

The collision of ecstatic joy and stagnant heart is the impermanence bestowed by the twists and turns of fate...

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Yi Xia stared quietly at the slaves below who exuded very different emotions.

They have humans and aliens.

There are those with a graceful figure, and those with a vicious and tyrannical temperament.

Under most of the rather embarrassing appearances, there is more or less aura that can be seen from the good circumstances of the past.

According to the high-level demon warlock, these slaves are the last stocks of those demon merchants.

For other existences, they may hesitate about the overall value corresponding to such a large number of slaves with sufficient value.

The value of those that can be retained by the merchants of the Devil City and have been placed in space is beyond doubt.

Coupled with such a huge number, its temptation to most extraordinary beings is real.

From this aspect, this is also the feedback from a certain high-level demon warlock to Yi Xia.

It's just obvious that she still underestimated Dawu's perception of wealth...

In other words, in Dawu's cognition, there is something purer than pure interests.

"Please show us the way, great giant..."

"We... have nowhere to go..."

And when some slaves gave their final thanks and farewell to Yi Xia, some other slaves gathered and ran to Yi Xia's feet.

They cried out mournfully.

Before encountering this death, most of them had quite superior and even honorable social status in their original environment.

It is a gift given to them by the unique power that flows in their veins or spirit.

However, this trait that once brought them all the glory and wealth also brought an equivalent disaster.

After undergoing the cruel baptism of the Devil City, these former nobles temporarily or permanently lost the calmness and calmness that belonged to the superiors.

They called Yi Xia, but they didn't get a response right away.

Yi Xia stared at them with eyes filled with endless fire.

Disguising in confusion, escaping in panic...

Under the scorching gaze that almost hinted at purgatory, everything false or external was stripped clean.

Yi Xia looked at these souls who were curled up or seemed to be gradually waking up.

They were not part of his civilization, nor the group he was sworn to protect.

Yi Xia naturally does not have a noble plot like a saint.

It's just that Yi Xia is willing to help a group of creatures in such a situation.

For example, give them a sum of travel expenses, and those who are willing and their hometown has not been destroyed can go home by themselves.

If you don’t have one, you can choose one from the list of kind and orderly civilizations provided by the space station that accommodates intelligent life in other regions to settle down.

As for asking for more?

Yi Xia looked away from those slaves, he was ready to return to Earth.

Before that, he had signed a contract with the space station here:

He will settle the transfer fees for these slaves returning or going to other civilizations to settle down.

This is not due to some emotions towards these slaves, but based on the performance of Yi Xia's morality and cognition since he was educated in his own civilization.

As for these slaves, what would they think of this—whether they were grateful or hated because of it, the Great Witch didn't care at all.

In this way, amidst the noise, the overwhelming and deep shadow suddenly disappeared.

The cold light of the bright starlight shone down from outside, which was something that could never be touched in the city of demons.

However, even with such a cherished light, the slaves who were lying on the ground did not feel any warm or bright feedback.

They raised their heads blankly, trying to find that magnificent figure from the deep starry sky.

However, they only saw an empty universe...

So, after a certain uncontrollable cry sounded, there was another noisy scene...

Snake Spirit-Natan looked at the scene in front of him, and to be honest, he was a little at a loss.

Fortunately, the cold life as a snake spirit keeps it from looking so flustered.

And just when the snake spirit was thinking about whether to call the next person.

It saw the woman who knew that her homeland had been destroyed, and walked over again.

Snake-Natan thought she wanted a sure and cruel answer from herself again—like some of those who were crying.

However, Snake-Natan only heard a whispered inquiry:

"Could you please tell me: what is his name?"

(End of this chapter)