Release that Witch

If the West Line scheme is all right, life should have crossed the edge of the mainland and infiltrated into the human domain.

This means that the birth tower in the Great Rift Valley is no longer a secret, even if the opponent is slow, it should be reflected. Why is Hekzod still indifferent? Is human being too weak, can it be dealt with by one person?

Wakiris felt that it was impossible to think about it. If the other side weakened to this extent, Erskuk would not be defeated in the fertile plains.

It is clear to the heart that too long isolation has caused it to lose its ability to judge the situation.

This experience made the nightmare feel great uneasiness.

There is that human being...

It looked to the other side of the ring, and saw that Roland was accompanying the two females and watched the game with interest.

damn it! Does he have no business to do?

If he has a way to get out of here, then maybe it is his only chance - the inheritance and knowledge of human beings will undoubtedly bring him out of the world. He must have some kind of communication channel with the outside world.

As long as the other party leaves the conscious world, he has the opportunity to capture the opportunity. After all, in the king's rule of the Holy See, it has repeatedly perceived the connection between the king and the field. It is precisely because of this ability that it dares to follow the fluctuations of the fragments and go to the depths of the consciousness to find the traces of Roland.

However, the other party has been active in this world, and it has not given it any chance.

Can the king of mankind be able to idle to this point and ignore politics for a few months? It is better to waste time on the meaningless martial arts conference, and not to read a few more books. The only explanation is that the pressure on the front line is too little.

So this is still Heckzod's fault!

In the ups and downs, Wakiris suddenly noticed that Roland had left the two and walked alone to a corner. And there was a hooded female standing there, as if she was deliberately waiting for him.

It came out of the crowd with a careless look, but his eyes were always on Roland.

After seeing a few simple conversations, the female pointed to the direction of the exit. Roland seemed to hesitate, but eventually nodded.

What happened to the association?

Wakiris had planned to do so, but somehow, it always felt that the female had a familiar atmosphere. It was this strange feeling that made it take a few more steps and glanced at a closer position.

It was this shackles that made Wakiris’s cold hair erect—in the dim light, it saw a face similar to Sistallis, or... the martial arts association’s 岚"!"

Is it difficult to have thousands of shapes hidden in this world?

And Roland can enter and leave this place as a human male, but also because of it?

The news was so amazing that Wakiris could no longer follow the impulse of his heart and quickly followed.

Roland and the suspected Thousands of People did not walk outside the martial arts hall after passing through the safe passage. Instead, they turned into the underground garage. The nightmare was as light as possible, far behind the two, until they entered a refuge channel. .

When Wakiris followed the past, he found that the passage was only ten meters long. There was no ramp inside. At the end was a closed cement wall with warning signs "not yet completed, no entry". It is clearly a dead end, but the two are missing.

Oops, it's a trap!

Vakiris reacted instantly, but it was too late.

Before he turned and rushed back, Roland had appeared behind it, blocking the only passage. And there are several females standing beside him - seeing the different ways of using the martial arts, Wakiris has no luck in the last trace.

There is no doubt that all the women standing next to him are witches.

It finally understands where the familiar sense of the past comes from, and that is the nuance between the magical fluctuations and the forces of nature. If the witch can also come to this area of ​​consciousness and have the power of the original, then its exposure is only a matter of morning and evening.

After all, the other party can quietly hide so many people to set up, sneak into its side for monitoring is just a breeze thing - this principle can be understood as long as you think about it. All its disguise is aimed at the contact on the bright side, and the witch with different ability is just a joke. I am afraid that in the past four months, its path has long been touched by the witch.

"We met again, Miss Wakiris," Roland said quietly.

Vakiris has no openings.

Anything that is said at this time will only be self-deprecating.

Although it always wonders why the other party can let the witch come to this field, it is no longer important.

The other party deliberately set up in this secluded place, the purpose of which is self-evident.

The only thing it can do now is to die in battle.

The monk of the nightmare awakens the magic of the whole body, and the body leans forward slightly. As for the skill of no magic stone and the technique of the demon, there are several odds in front of a group of fighting witches, which is not within its consideration. In any case, it is impossible to surrender to the enemy!

“How do I ask you to drink coffee from the Kajid Peninsula?” Roland said again.

"-" Wakiris has almost stepped out of the steps, it is in the same place, the upper body is still tilted, it seems to stop quite hard. "what did you say?"

"Please drink coffee." Roland repeated it again. "Although that is not a real coffee, it is a similar special drink."

Wajiris took him for a long time before he said the question in his heart, "...why?"

It is impossible to guess what the male is thinking. The reality is different from the local. The coexistence of the ethnic group and the human being is nothing but an illusion of illusion. Since the other party has confirmed its true origin, it is impossible to let go of it. If you are not greeted by death, then it will only be worse than death.

"Because some things are spread out, it's better than squatting." Roland slowly said, "especially in the case of the battle of divine war is not the ultimate battle."

The Battle of God...not the ultimate battle...

Vakiris couldn't help but see.

It did not expect to hear this statement from a human mouth.

After a long silence, it returned to the alert position. "Where do you want to talk?"

"Not far from here, it will arrive in a few minutes." Roland snapped a finger and the sound of the car's engine sounded behind him. "Get on the bus, I have already booked a seat."

......

The other party did not deceive it.

The selected location is a high-end restaurant in a building. Sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see the silver-clad city skyline. The room is filled with soft music, and the atmosphere is elegant and quiet.

Wakiris is clear that choosing to talk here is also a manifestation of the sincerity of the other party - if you want to kill it, the public places where people come and go are by no means a suitable place to execute.

Looking at a group of witches who looked at them, they took a deep breath and sat down. "Why don't you just come here directly?"

"It's a waste of time to do that. I don't think you will admit it for the first time. People are always prone to conflicts and escaping before they are forced into desperation. This is easier." Roland shrugged. "Since we There is already a preliminary consensus, so it is still a quick step into the topic, and frankness is good for each other. I am Roland Wimbledon, the King of Grey Castle, and one of the creators of the dream world. What is your identity?"

One of the creators... Although it has been guessed that the other party is not a simple visitor, this identity still surprised Wakiris. It was the first time that the field of consciousness has been created by many people. But this may also be why he can't completely control the field like Wang. Pressing down the urge to ask other people, the nightmare slowly replies, "Wakiris, this is my name."

"Heads and levels? For example, like "The Lord of Scorpio"... you can say a little more detail. ”

It paused for a moment, "Dream of the Maharaja, this is my title."

"puff--"

This time it was Roland's surprise.