My Heroic Life

Just let me stay with you for a while.

Chapter 185—Britain's Embarrassing Duo

In the empty spell laboratory, Mimir with long silver hair dressed in military uniforms and a cold atmosphere walked into the room. The clatter of high heels on the ground stopped, and the tall beauty looked up at the floating man in the cultivation cabin. He made a cold voice.

"Special adviser to the Intelligence Department of the Trial Chamber, Mimir Wright, I heard you are looking for me, sir."

Mimir stroking his chest to the man, before he raised his head, the sound of mechanical equipment came from his ear.

"Don't be polite, although I was a little worried before, but now it seems that you are quite used to life here."

Mimir raised his head and looked forward. The lights in the lower half of the training cabin were turned off, and only Roland could see a pair of pale golden eyes staring at her above Roland's chest, seeming to be looking at her mental outlook.

"Although I have been resisted, the overall situation is much better than what I estimated before. To some extent, I am very satisfied with the current situation, sir."

"Oh? Is that right? You have a good time. It's really great. A happy mood will help us to talk about next time."

Roland said faintly, without the joy in the words on his face.

"Miss Mimir, can you tell me what you think about this incident?"

"I have said many speculations about this in previous military meetings, but if you want to hear it, I don't mind repeating it."

"I really want to hear it, but don't say it is a guess. As the few remaining holders of the blood of God, your guess is actually an intuitive fact."

"The same can be said, but I have no evidence, and I can't prove..."

"No doubt, no doubt about employing."

Roland closed his eyes, the golden eye pupil disappeared, Mimir breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably, Roland closed his eyes and continued:

"Although dispensable, you are indeed one of his goals. You are very smart and know that lying to us will not do any good. On the other hand, you are here for Isaac’s credit. I believe you I don't want to put him to shame."

"More importantly, you can't fool me, can you?"

"..."

Mimir was silent. Roland had an innate suppression of her, or the power in her body, so the woman did not dare to hide anything. She knew that Roland was very angry now.

Mimir thought for a while, and said smoothly:

"Your Excellency, you should already know that tree..."

"The World Tree, Uktra Hill, is probably a variant of that thing."

"...Yes, but the real body of that tree, I think it is Walklord."

"..."

Roland didn't speak, but he was not surprised. To some extent, he had already guessed this. He looked at Mimir and continued to ask: "This is what you said before, the possible transformation after he gets the crown of God?"

"Maybe more than that, but at least he has begun to transform to immortality. Now he absorbs the magic power of the entire demon realm, and is a veritable master of the demon realm. It is difficult for anyone to eradicate him."

"It's difficult, but it's not impossible." Roland stared at the woman in front of him and said: "You actually had guessed about him before, so you left behind."

"Yes, but it was just a guess at the time. I didn't expect the matter to be so serious."

Roland's momentum was slightly relaxed, showing an attitude of not pursuing these matters for the time being.

"Accidents always occur, and foresight also has its limits. At least, if you disrupted his plan, what do you think he will do next?"

"To accumulate power and expand the demon realm, he has completely fallen into mystery, and he chose the Forest of the Nine Realms as the place to grow the World Tree, which is also one of his goals."

Ten whole years are still a week away. Seven days later, the mythical kingdoms in the Forest of the Nine Realms will begin to return, and these nine mythical kingdoms were originally built on the World Tree, and then the power of the World Tree Yuktra Hill Presumably it will be enhanced again.

Both Roland and Mimir have a sense of urgent crisis, and they intuitively feel that they must eliminate it before all this starts.

"These seven days are probably the time that Walklord used to completely control the Demon Realm. The Retro School of Zonglian has always imitated the behavior in mythology to gain deeper power, and Walklord is probably to rebuild the world tree system. ."

"Whether he succeeds or not, he will gain even more powerful power, and the expansion of the Demon Realm is likely to become the norm in the future. If you look at it from a future perspective, perhaps it is the most vulnerable period now."

After an hour-long conversation, Mimir left the incantation laboratory. Roland was floating in the cold potion liquid, thinking about the future of this country alone.

The disgusting giant tree must be wiped out immediately. This is a consensus reached between Roland and her.

The nascent saplings are often the most immature time, and also the time when the foundation is the least stable. At this stage, Walklord's control of the demon realm should not have reached a high level, but seven days later, nine mythical kingdoms emerged, the world The tree Yuktra Hill is nearing completion, and everything is probably too late.

Walklord is not stupid, he also knows his weaknesses, and this is the reason for this Christmas disaster.

He is buying time for himself.

The birth of the World Tree happened to coincide with Christmas. Roland didn't believe that it was an accident. Could it be that Walklord had a hobby of guest Christmas trees?There is only one real reason. He deliberately targeted this festival to cause tragedy.

One of the evidence is that he should have felt Roland's existence, but still launched an attack. The reason why he was still desperate when he knew that the attack would get twice the result was only possible because the time to achieve the greatest result was fleeting and could not wait.

The first is the natural slack of security during the holiday season, which reduces the difficulty of doing things to a certain extent. The other most important reason is to undermine the morale of the army.

On this holiday of the reunion of thousands of families to celebrate the New Year, suddenly the most tragic disaster in decades, with corpses all over the country, suddenly happened. This huge sense of difference is both for the soldiers present at the time and for the entire country. It was a huge blow.

Under this kind of shock, to calm the domestic public opinion, revive the sluggish morale, and then unite the countries to formulate a plan, and wait until a large-scale offensive is organized, I am afraid that it has already been more than a week.

When the coalition forces arrive, what is waiting for them is the world tree that has evolved again. By then, Walklord, who has completely controlled the mysterious authority, is naturally confident. For Walklord, this is a race against time. With enough time, he still has a chance to win even if he is the enemy of all neighboring countries.

The scene of the expansion of the magical realm is still circling in my mind. Compared with the former enemy Votigung, Walklord is gentler but more threatening. He is like a lurking poisonous snake, eroded by countless roots. In the surrounding land, the apparent price of peace is the corruption in the back, and when it is revealed, it is often the beginning of the disaster.

After thinking about everything, Roland already knows what he should do, but the question is, what do they do?

He was silent, looking back at the scenes he had experienced with them in his mind. In any case, their safety is his bottom line, and nothing can be done at the price.

After thinking about it for a long time, Roland had to admit that the problem was beyond imagination, and that it was different from what it was in Britain. Now his relationship with them is quite harmonious, which can be said to be like glue.

"Oh, telecommunications, Britain, personal terminal number..."

Roland read a long list of numbers to the smart computer, and finally completed the verification. He looked at the familiar interface that he had used millions of times when he was in Britain, and clicked on one of the communication serial numbers.

After a not long waiting time, the communication was connected, and a familiar voice rang from the opposite side, making Roland itchy.

"Yo, Lan Qing, it's been a long time since I saw your number. It's really nostalgic to see your number."

"I miss too, Merlin." Roland thought of the flirty face of the magician of the flower, and greeted:

"Are you busy working overtime?"

"..."

On the other side of the correspondence, Merlin's breathing was stagnant, and he said helplessly: "Thanks to you, I have had a very fulfilling experience recently. Today is a rare holiday. Lan Qing, won't you just come to send holiday greetings this time?"

"It's really not." Roland's voice fell low, and he sent a sincere invitation to his old teammate for many years.