Blood of Mercury

When Roland witnessed the so-called gray-white storm, he finally understood what the so-called "impossible to cross" meant by those undead. ⊙√ Eight ⊙√ Eight ⊙√ Reading ⊙√ book, .2 3.o≥

It was a storm that was still not enough to describe the sky and the earth. There's nothing wrong with calling it a catastrophe.

That is a scale that can only be described as a natural disaster. The intensity of the storm even made people wonder if this place is still on earth.

The sharp whistling sound was like a thousand ghosts going on an expedition, and even the people around him could not hear the words.

Roland and Chris were still hundreds of meters away when they felt their bodies being pulled violently.

Even if Roland's strength attribute is not strong, he has already surpassed the level of mortals when he is close to the level of the highest spire. But even like this, he was still shaken in the face of the terrible hurricane, and it was very difficult to just move forward.

Not only Roland himself, but also the transparent barrier under his feet was shaking violently.

That's right - the crystal wall that was sublimated from the ancient crystal coffin manufacturing skills and could withstand a single attack by the Lord of the Sword Seat was shaking violently under the storm, making a terrible hum, as if it might burst at any time.

Roland finally understands now that those undead are not only their excuses for not coming, they are indeed unable to come.

The humming and roaring hurricane, not to mention the fragile body of the undead, I am afraid that even the pure-blooded dragon will not be able to pass here intact.

If this is regarded as a trap or some kind of hindrance, then it is not an exaggeration to say that it is aimed at the golden seed.

No, the point is that...

"How did such a strong hurricane appear inside the barrier?"

Roland frowned and asked Chris next to him loudly against the strong wind, "Is there anything in here!"

Chris on the side was also confused.

Don't talk about Roland, even she doesn't understand why this is.

Even if there are indeed a few goblin research institutes, this level of destructive weapons is definitely not something that goblins will research, and even if they are really researched, they will undoubtedly be destroyed.

But Roland on the side was truly at a loss.

He remembered very clearly that when the original Elucado came to Elcate, there was absolutely no gray-white storm.

Once a storm of this level appears, the entire Elcatel can't hide it. Players who chose the story line of the Seal of Blue Silver at that time would definitely go crazy on the forum.

In other words, this is a change caused by Roland. After the demon was annihilated by Roland alone... or even earlier, the future of the world had flown to an unpredictable place.

- This is better.

Roland looked at the storm and swallowed the words he just said.

From his point of view, he is happy to see the emergence of such new things. Because it means that he really changed the world, not just ended the future catastrophe in advance.

Although this will undoubtedly make Roland lose his ability to control the future...but so what?

No matter what changes happen, the future is unlikely to get worse. The worst result is to return to the established path of destruction... But that is the same result as any failure of Roland's choice.

Victory or death - this level of consciousness, Roland has already done it.

Even now that Roland has lost the protection and blessings of the Dormant Mentor and the Eye of Aum, he can only rely on his own strength.

Besides, he wasn't alone.

"Chris, let's go back first."

Roland took a deep glance at the gray-white storm at the end, and engraved its appearance in his mind.

Then he said, "Let's go back first—"

"Go to Oletta. I have something to ask him."

"Oleta, what are you doing?"

The petite green-haired girl looked at the lich in confusion: "Why do you suddenly have to pack up?"

"No, I'm actually looking for something."

The bone frame wrapped in the loose black robe said indifferently: "The transaction record about five months ago."

"...Transaction records? Is there anything wrong with the transaction records?"

Serena tilted her head, kicked her little boots, and banged on Oletta's ribs: "Five months? Is there anything wrong with the deal with Victor?"

"No, before that..."

Oletta paused and chanted a spell softly.

Immediately, Serena's expression became dazed, she muttered something, and her whole body lost strength at a speed visible to the naked eye.

She finally reacted, reaching out and hugging the head of Auletta next to her, and then fell asleep as soon as her eyes were closed.

Just before Serena was about to fall off Oletta's shoulders, Oletta gently reached out and caught the sweetly sleeping goblin, walked to the room, put her on the bed and covered her Quilt.

Seeing the petite green-haired girl huddled together on the bed, her delicate little face showing no worries and sorrows, the flames burning deep in the eyes of the old lich couldn't help but become much gentler.

There is a gap of dozens of times in age between them, and their feelings for each other are closer to family than love.

Oletta sees Serena as her daughter or granddaughter, and Serena sees Oletta as the only person she can rely on. The relationship between them is far more complicated and heavy than that of ordinary people.

The relationship between the undead species and the short-lived species will either not happen, and once it happens, it will be unforgettable.

Oletta knew very well that in another thirty or forty years, Serena would age and die. At that time, Aoletta would not change at all, and even the bones on his body would not be replaced.

However, even so, he was sure that he was in love with Serena.

"Serena..."

Oletta murmured, staring at her fixedly.

He just wanted to stretch out his rotten and yellowed hand bone to touch Serena's cheek, but he stopped halfway, and the whole person was slightly settled.

"Oleta, where do you want to escape?"

Roland's calm voice sounded behind him.

The old lich paused, and replied in an equally calm voice: "Escape to a place of final destruction..."

"Oleta!"

Before he could finish his sentence, the Bloodmaw Countess's almost furious rebuke covered his voice: "Are you going to betray Elcatel!"

"No betrayal~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Oleta sighed deeply, "I've never been an Elcatel. "

"I know. You are from the White Tower, Merlin's disciple, and the former secret keeper."

Roland grabbed in front of Chris and said in a deep voice, "As smart as you, you must know what happened to the storm, right?"

"Your Majesty, I don't think this is what you want to ask."

Oletta turned around and aimed at Roland with her flaming eyes: "But it doesn't matter what the truth is... This world will eventually be destroyed by dusk. No one will be spared..."

Hearing this, Roland's pupils shrank.

There is nothing wrong with the sentence itself. The key is that Roland finally understands what the real problem is with Oletta!

"...Oleta," Roland interrupted, his eyes fixed on the aging-looking lich, "Is it yours to rewrite the Book of All Laws?" (To be continued.)( )