"I want to return to my clan!"

Between the safety of the Silent City and his own race, Rousselot resolutely chose the latter without much thought.

As long as there is a strong person sitting in charge, the overall living environment of the alien tribe will be much better.

No matter how difficult the recovery process is, she must light up the dim star again and never allow it to become completely dark.

Moreover, judging from the astrology predictions just now, the legend of Noelni of Transcendence did not seem to bring any substantial benefits to the alien tribe. Now she was a little doubtful.

Could it be that that legend is false?

The legend mentions that Norni, the Transcendent, is a special person born from the World Tree. She is extremely powerful, symbolizes brilliance, and can lead the alien tribe to a better future.

After thinking carefully, Rosselló suddenly felt that something was wrong. According to the information she had read in the Silent City, the World Tree seemed to have never existed before!

There are plants that meet the conditions of "World Tree", and that is the first Taichu plant, Wuxuan.

However, the Wuxuan Holy Tree became extinct in the demon world a long time ago. So even if the legend of "Norni" is true, its birth year should be in the beginning of time, not now!

The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became, and she couldn't help but leave the temple and go to Time Square.

Mister extended his arm, grabbed her swallow-tailed wrist, and advised: "Calm down, Rousselot. According to the detection machine, we know that all the powerful people in the demon world are outside, and you can't get out at all."

Rousselot, who was already in a state of anger and fear, was like a barrel of flame that was suddenly ignited. He collapsed and roared: "I can't get out, what can I do? The alien is my clan, my home, how can I

Do you want me to watch it turn into history and become the second dragon clan?!"

Losing control a little, he wiped the crystal in the corner of his eyes with the back of his hand. Rousselot took a deep breath and pursed his lips: "I'm sorry, it's none of your business. I was too excited. Mister, Buffon, I'm sorry."

After bowing deeply, Rousselot turned around and left resolutely. She wanted to at least give it a try to see if she could break through the bloody battle area.

Currently in the demon world, if there is any race that is worse off than the implicated alien race, it is probably the only one who is the initiator of the war, that is, the dragon race.

The Explosive Dragon King Bakar fled to the heaven along the Silent City, but not all of his dragon army was brought to the heaven together, and only a few remained.

The dragon clan is "full of treasures". Hunting the dragon is equivalent to making a fortune. Naturally, there is no need to guess too much about the consequences. The survivors are mercilessly hunted by the demon world.

But the top experts disdain the dragon's materials, and the dragons are all very powerful and cannot be shaken by humans.

Therefore, there are still some remaining dragon clans huddled in Mein, one of the eight major areas. It is the paradise of Warcraft. Compared with other areas, it is safer.

The dragon is so powerful that it can barely protect itself, but how can the alien tribe's weak strength compare to that of the dragon tribe?

There is no need to think too much about the Mein area, as the aliens are not qualified to go there.

…

"By the way, Schneider has to be responsible for the alien race, right?"

After Rousselot left, Mister muttered.

Schneider has always been responsible for the external affairs of Silent City, including selecting strong men to enter Silent City.

But the old man seemed obsessed with taking revenge on Ron, the Void Mage, and he didn't pay much attention to many things.

There was once a screening meeting near the Orc Canyon, and there was a conflict with Gragul, who was once a cadre of the Ka Xiu sect, and they almost got into a fight.

In particular, I heard that the approximate location of Silent City was locked because members of the organization under his command had their whereabouts exposed and their memories read after being captured.

"It doesn't matter. As long as Lord Luke returns to the glory of the King of Hebron, he can bring light to the entire demon world..."

Before Buffon finished speaking, he was directly interrupted by Mister, who sighed: "Buffon, your rich emotions and self-evolution ability are no worse than humans, but you may really not understand that a life,

A sense of attachment to one’s own race.”

There is no difference between machines and flesh and blood, and sometimes machines will be more powerful, but their unique way of birth is destined to have irreparable flaws in their similar emotions.

After hearing this, there was a moment of silence. Buffon looked away from the screen, turned around and asked: "So, Mister, do you understand? Can you tell me about it?"

"don't know."

Mister nodded frankly, feeling unwilling and helpless, spreading her hands and smiling bitterly, "I am just picking up garbage in the sewers of Zhuyalopa. How can I have any sense of race?"

"Then you still educate me?"

"I think it's fun."

…

Half an hour later, Rousselot stumbled out of a secret room as if he was lost in his thoughts. He grabbed his wand and sat on the stairs in the corner, surrounded by silence.

The Silent City has been pushed forward two-fifths, and the strong ones have lost several positions, but Rousselot doesn't want to worry about the situation now.

Just now, she went to the door of the Mechanical Throne and begged the Golden Clown to use the power of space to send her away from the Silent City.

The clown is usually everyone's favorite, a pistachio, easy to talk to, and he is proficient in space power. It only takes less than a minute to go back and forth.

But she never expected that the clown rejected her directly and asked her to return to her guarding place to buy Lord Luke even one more second.

"That's right. If the clown is discovered when he goes out, then Lord Luke's situation will be even more dangerous. From Hebron to the devil world, the clown has always been loyal."

He spoke words of self-comfort, but Rousselot's mood was far less calm than the meaning of his words.

Having a subordinate like the Golden Clown is what every monarch dreams of.

Even though his master wandered the dimension and disappeared, his strength weakened and turned into a bad old man, the clown still loyally searched for the traces and stayed with him. He persisted for more than a hundred years before finally awakening the memory of the Lord of Hebron.

Absolute loyalty is to regard Luke as the supreme one. The Joker will not care too much about other people's requests.

Rousselot was depressed, and his memories began to be traced back unconsciously, digging into the depths of his mind bit by bit.

Because aliens are discriminated against in the demon world, everyone knows how to join a group to keep warm, and pay great attention to what they do and say.

The adult aliens are a bit better. Their appearance is the same as that of ordinary demons. It doesn't hurt to be more careful. Young aliens are the easiest targets to be killed.

The alien tribe's magical talent is extremely outstanding, but their lack of experience and systematic management and teaching makes them often accidentally hurt people when they were young. Their "naughty child" attributes are even more disgusting.

Coupled with the historical roots of the race and the special appearance of the aliens when they were young, the child loss rate is surprisingly high in the demon world.

"No, I have to think of a way!"

Sitting still could not solve the problem. Rousselot stood up resolutely and cast her gaze above the Silent City. She still remembered Buffon saying that in the heaven, the Trial Blade has a strong spatial power.

Wow~

The upside-down observation deck was shattered by ice picks, and a fresh, slightly moist, salty sea breeze blew in, blowing the long hair behind her like flames.

The metal machinery suddenly twisted with a unique sound, and from the floor and walls, a dozen black and cold-sharp firearms were aimed at Rousselot, who was about to leave, loading or charging.

"Buffon, I must find a way to save the alien tribe, for the sake of our long-term friendship."

The Staff of the Eye of Wisdom lights up with the light of the four-color elements, and the crystallized Eye of Darkness provides majestic magic power. Rousselot's momentum is decisive, and there is no possibility of turning back.

Mister, who was in the Temple of Darkness at the other end, covered his mouth and yawned. The crisis in Silent City has not been resolved yet. Is there something wrong internally? Is there going to be internal fighting?

In fact, if she didn't have a little feeling and didn't know whether the situation in heaven would be more dangerous, she would also like to follow Rousselot.

Find a warm place, and occasionally devour energy so that you won't starve, eat and wait to die. She is different from Habu. She has the same feelings for Silent City.

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