Netheril’s Glory - Chapter 1185

[Chapter 1177 Choice]

“Thunderstorm” doesn’t seem like a professional with a habit of carrying valuable finances at all times, or at least when he is in his own place to let his guard down, this guy doesn’t like to use seven or eight storage rings as part of his body like a punk. It’s never taken off, so when Dietben hastily escaped an enemy surprise attack, he’s really left with nothing but a few tattered clothes.

The poor legendary warlock not only lost his few savings, he also lost the magic crystal card given to him by the “guildmaster”. In fact, until now, the clean clothes that Dieter wears are Keisano. Ya plucked it off from a minister in the palace. His robe, which was sewn with legendary materials, could no longer be worn due to the erosion of the Morning Star Law.

So if Mr. Thunderstorm, who is wearing ill-fitting clothes at this moment, wants to get in touch with the “President” urgently, he has to ask the “Plague Box” for advice.

“How is it, have you responded… It has been nearly 30,000 years since the “chairman” Your Excellency held the last meeting. As a result, our revenge action has not made any substantive progress so far. The temple has already attacked first, and I hope these things are also under the control of the Throne of Bright Sun.”

Ditto, who clenched his soft palm tightly, and who could not feel the slightest strength from his soul, was impatient and helpless.

He is an ambitious warlock professional, otherwise he would not have joined the “executors” without hesitation, but now the harvest brought by a turbulent era is not only not the huge wealth he originally imagined, but is on the verge of The serious injury of death, this feeling of being powerless because of weak strength is really easy to make people feel depressed.

However, the inner emotions will not affect the progress of the real world. In fact, the situation imagined by the legendary warlock is already very beautiful compared to the real squat.

Because in less than a few seconds, Keishanoya, who had just taken out her magic crystal card to contact her “head boss”, opened her eyes and put down the card in her hand in surprise, turning her head and saying to Dietben:

“This… what the hell is going on here? It’s fine if Your Excellency “President” didn’t respond, but why didn’t Mr. “Destruction Whisper” and Mr. “Instant Kill Gun” respond to the message I sent? ”

“…No response? How is it possible? Now is the most urgent moment”!

Mu Ran sat up straight, and the legendary warlock with sharply constricted pupils only felt that his scalp was numb as if he had been hit with a hammer in the head.

He didn’t know why the only two Morningstar professionals among the “executors” lost contact at this juncture, but he knew that without the help of the strong, everything would be over for him.

The half-barrel of water in the “Plague Box” can’t deal with the morning star priest, and he is also a dragging oil bottle that needs to be protected!

“We don’t have time to wait foolishly. It won’t take long for that goddamn morning star priest to find this little plane. Before that, we must take the initiative to go to the plains of Hatak on the plane of Faerun to find “Destruction Whispers” “Mister’s magic tower seeks asylum, hurry up and leave Keishanoya, what are you still hesitating about”?

Forcefully moving his limbs to try to leave the stone platform, the depths of the eyes of “Thunderstorm”, who persistently told his thoughts, were full of determination as if they were dying.

However, at this time, some indecisive “plague boxes” have not yet made up their minds.

Psychologically, the maiden mages don’t trust legendary warlocks who are not even acquaintances, but the feeling of disconnecting from the core members of the legendary organization is very disturbing, so now I don’t know what to say about Keisha Noah is actually in an awkward state of being undecided.

She didn’t know if she should follow Dietben’s advice. And she always felt that the idea of seeking the shelter of “Destruction Whispers” was a bit…not very stable?

“Wait…wait a second, have you really thought about it? Are we really going to seek protection from the monster with the title of “Legendary Killer”? Although because of the rules of “guild leader”, he should not be able to Take us to experiment, but…but that’s a morning star spellcaster, and he’s an adventurer active in the multiverse, and that guy is completely different from a talkative recluse mage like me It’s different, isn’t it a little bit…”

“Isn’t it interesting to ask for yourself? Self-righteousness? Go into a trap? Seek your own way?”

“Plague Box” didn’t know how to describe her current mood and attitude. She just almost instinctively didn’t want to have a half-cent relationship with that spooky spellcaster who was always wearing a hood and had eyes that could freeze the soul.

You know, when she attended the “executors” meeting before, she kept her projection away from the hazy image of punk as much as possible.

but now………

“Why don’t we go to Mr. Instant Kill Gun, I think he should be more talkative, hey”?

She thought she was active and showed a smile, and Kesanoya, who was obviously unnatural, was trying to solve the problem with another way of thinking.

God knows that just a few hours ago, the “Plague Box” who thought he could hide in this little corner of the multiverse and grilled the fragrant honey bread carefully, but the “little proprietress” who enjoys a peaceful life in a blink of an eye Having left home and embarked on the road of escape, such a huge gap even made Kesanoya feel an “unrealistic” feeling, and she wondered if she had fallen into some kind of incredible sleep.

However, the legendary powerhouse will not fall asleep for no reason, so the girl mage does not dream, there is only a cruel and cold reality in front of her.

“I also think that the careless morning star warrior is more suitable to be defected, but it is a pity that he is not as famous as “Destruction Whisper”, and his residence is not known by people, or Do you know where Mr. Bisadas lives?”

Asking the “Plague Box” in a low voice, Dieter, who was pale, looked exhausted.

Facing the question of her nominal subordinate, Kesanoya, who couldn’t answer it, could only shake her head awkwardly…

“Since I don’t know what to say? There’s no room for picky in this kind of thing.”