Release that Witch

"Are you sure you can win?" The nightmare did not shy away from his eyes.

Roland only replied, "I can certainly win this war. If there is another hundred years, even if you hide in the Blackrock Field, you will be annihilated by humans. But I can't wait for such a long time, God's warning. It shows that the crisis is imminent, I have to reach the bottomless situation as soon as possible, and this needs your help."

"what?"

"Help me speed up the defeat of the devil or your west line army." Roland tilted his legs, "such as the method of processing the stone of the gods, the power of the king and the majesty, the weakness of the spider magic, etc., this is also my initiative to find you. The reason. As long as you can think of it"

boom! Wajiris took a palm on the table and the coffee spilled a little from the cup.

"Don't be too arrogant, male!" She pressed her voice. "You can kill me, but don't expect me to beg for you. As for letting me betray the group, I can't help you! Help you defeat the Western Army? You Stop dreaming!"

"presumptuous!"

"Don't be rude to your majesty!"

The witches almost sang at the same time, and the two sides were arrogant, and the atmosphere seemed to drop to the freezing point.

"What kind of ghost is the table man doing?"

There was also a whisper from other people.

"A couple quarrel?"

"Oh... the number is obviously wrong."

"But then, the girls around him are really beautiful!"

"The peninsula is even better, damn, what is this guy coming to?"

"I am so envious..."

Roland silently turned his eyes in his heart, clearly that the murderousness on both sides was about to overflow. What is the shadow of the snowy moon? "Okay, I am restrained." He pretended to be in a careless manner, let Felice and others first close their hands, then look down on the bench and look down on the nightmare. "You don't think that refusing to accept reality is the performance of betrayal. ?"

"reality?"

"Yes!" Roland's voice suddenly sank. "If the warning of God is not a false statement, then there are only two ways before all civilizations. One is to carry out the battle of God's will, and the other is to end completely through the consciousness. This round of war! And what will happen to your choice, is there nothing in my heart!"

He did not give the other party a chance to refute. He raised his voice a little. "You have been in the dream world for so long. You should also know what level I can improve the overall strength of mankind. If there is no new inheritance, you will be based on it. The current strength can't compete with it! If you have been playing for decades, how many people will you fill in and how much it will cost? Is this what you want to see?"

"Then they are also gloriously dead on the battlefield."

"No, it's dead in a meaningless lie!" Roland corrected. "And because of the existence of fragments, this war will never have a day of reconciliation. Hatred and suspicion will extend the war to the Blackrock Field until Your ethnic group no longer exists! The only thing that can stop it from happening is me. Once I am gone, the destruction of the devil is only a matter of time. Isn't it obvious that it is better for the ethnic group than to lose a vanguard?"

"..." Wakiri's face was blue and green.

"In fact, our time is likely to be very little. If we miss the opportunity to end the war, then there will be no other exits." He put down his one leg and leaned forward slightly. "Now you still insist on your own opinion." ?"

After a long silence, the nightmare was cold. "Male, what do I believe in you? According to the statement of God, when you become a god, who can guarantee that you will let my family live? By your mouth Resign?"

"You have no better choices, one is likely to continue, the other is destined to die, nothing more." Roland slowed down. "The purpose of war has changed. What was impossible in the past does not mean that it can't be done now. As long as you think about it from another angle, both families can live."

Wakiri's lips are closed and there is no opening.

Roland didn't wait any longer. "I know this is a tough choice, so I don't expect you to give a reply immediately. Go back first."

It looked up incredulously. "...just?"

"Otherwise? Is it a lot of torture to tie you up or kill you directly? I said... At least for now, you are free." Roland pulled out his cell phone. "Right, tell me your number. So I can I will tell you the war in the north for a while, this may be beneficial to your decision and don't forget that the future of the devil is in your palm."

Despite his reluctance, Vakiris handed in the number.

Just as it got up and was about to leave, Roland stopped it.

"I still want to ask you a question. Do you think that the "Thousand-shaped" Sistalis was wrong a thousand years ago? ”

Vakiris’s figure was slightly stunned and he left the restaurant without returning.

"Your Majesty, do you really want to put a demon monarch in freedom to act in a dream?" Felice worried.

"Not so," Roland shook his head. "You haven't found it yet? She is not the devil's monarch." The devil lost the magic stone, but did not die immediately, and even had a matching identity. Can explain that "now she has merged with the dream world."

Roland firmly believes in the victory of mankind, but winning in one hundred years and winning in ten years is not the same. He needs to hurt the devil in the shortest possible time, and let them completely lose their will to resist, thus clearing out a path to bottomlessness. path of. The nightmare is just one of the cards, no matter what choice she makes, she can't change this decision.

However, in the same moment, no one will dislike the cards in the hands. If you can win the defeat of a former devil, then the pressure of the first army will undoubtedly be reduced.

After all, time is the thing he is currently lacking.

......

"The winner is a Filipino player!"

"Hey!" There was a burst of applause from the audience.

She waved to tens of thousands of spectators, then walked down the ring in the endless flash and entered the player lounge. This is a "match" that has already been destined for the game. Even if the opponent did not follow the instructions of the guard, she still knocked it to the ground within one minute of the opening.

In the past, such a stage will not make her feel any joy, but this time is different. Because she saw Wakiris leaving for a long time and returned to the field.

And a few hours ago, the other party almost left the contest with Roland at the same time.

After replacing the clothes, Fiji went to the association bus and waited quietly for the arrival of Wakiris.

The expectation in my heart has not subsided, she has not experienced this feeling.

When the other party appeared in the field of vision, she even heard the snoring of the chest.

As Fiji had expected, Wakiris sat on the seat next to her.

"I won today's game."

"Ah... Congratulations to you." Wajilis was a little absent-minded, which for her sake was a rare look.

"Thank you. Unfortunately, you did not sign up for the competition, otherwise I will be able to appreciate the strength of the outstanding martial arts in the Kajiad Peninsula."

"There will be opportunities." She replied.

"Of course, there will be opportunities." Fiji smiled slightly.

Even if you don't have to look at it, you can see the perfunctory of Wakiris. But since she knows that the other person is from another world, and that the world seems to be quite old, she can use some more direct means to get information.

After the staff returning to the sanatorium arrived, the bus started.

When the vehicle was driving to the suburbs, Fijian whispered his fingers and reached out to the other's shoulder bag. This bag was the gift she had bought for Wakiris, and before that, she had already turned the bag over. After countless times, the shape is well known.

There is an unfinished area between the inner avenue and the newly built road, but it does not affect the passage, and there is at most some tremor and dust. That is, the moment the tires roll over the bumpy surface, a cohesive force of nature emerges from her fingertips, and then gently strokes.

As if it was just a natural fall.

A piece of inconspicuous decorative piece on the bag fell into her hand.

And hiding it is a micro recorder.

"Long life, small and exquisite, filtering noise, fidelity and quality" This is the advertisement that the store played when she bought the recorder online. The next step is to verify it.