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Chapter 1538 Sea Game

The new continent, the tallest tower, four witch kings surrounded a five-square-meter-square-meter platform. In the middle of the platform was a sea, with three small boats the size of a palm floating on the sea. From the shape, it was Xu Yichen's small fleet.

"Is this the variable that can break the cycle?" The Witch King Saruman fiddled through the air with a few strokes of the virtual boat: "Let's pin our hopes on this human being?"

"Saruman, don't forget that you were once a human being. Don't forget your past. In this world, everything is empty." Another witch king said coldly. As the sealed memories of the witch kings gradually recovered, the already fragile balance between the witch kings was gradually broken.

"Your illusory philosophical views are meaningless to me. I just don't believe that an individual can burst out such huge energy." The Witch King Saruman shook his head: "I know the butterfly effect, but I can leverage two worlds at the same time?"

"His particularity has been verified." The third witch king moved his fingers and raised the scale of the virtual screen, centering on the three elves warships, Avalon and the west coast of the old continent all appeared on the platform.

The Witch Kings could clearly see that dozens of warships of the same type had appeared around the three warships, but these warships, including the entire Avalon Island, were rendered as lilac on the Witch King's platform.

This color represents coloring.

"Chaos are as curious as we do with him." The fourth witch king said with interest: "They are not even bothered to cover up this curiosity. This is a good thing for us, which proves that the old board has been disgusted by the players. Even if we cannot break the cycle, we may be liberated."

"Mr. Li, your thoughts are too pessimistic. This world needs hope." The second witch king transformed a vortex on the table. The nearby lilac elf warship spread out to the surroundings in a panic, but two warships were still captured by the vortex that suddenly appeared and rapidly expanded, and dragged into the seabed.

"False hope can only numb itself." The third witch king recycled and broke up the vortex: "If he is indeed a variable, the influence we exert on him is to weaken this characteristic."

The witch king Li Dan grabbed the sky above the five lilac warships not far away. On the sea surface of the distant sea, he seemed to have an invisible palm, holding the five warships in his palms and crushed them: "Even variables have their own limits. He has not crossed the threshold of legends yet, so don't ask for anything too harshly."

"Since that's the case, let's compete fairly." As the youngest Witch King Saruman has the least memory recovery, and the personality he formed in this world still dominates.

A flame appeared at the fingertips of the young witch king with a hot temper, as if a child who likes to play tricks ignited most of the lavender elf warships on the sea one by one, with only five remaining.

These five warships were protected by the power of Serane, which made the Witch King unable to exert influence. When Saruman stretched his fingers like one of the warships, a light purple mist was curled up on the platform. Two gem-like eyes flashed across it and glared at him.

The silver-white metal mask on the face of the Witch King Saruman immediately cracked from the middle, and a wound appeared on the face behind the mask that almost split the entire head.

But along the wound of the wound, the flesh and blood of the Witch King Saruman immediately began to heal itself, and it was as intact as before in less than a second. However, the magical platform lost its monitoring of the sea under the cover of the lilac fog, and could only continuously play various restricted-level pictures.

The witch king Li Dan blew a sigh of distress and turned the polluted magic weapon into dust. The invisible servant immediately put away the dust on the ground and threw it into the incinerator.

"Three to five is fair." The Witch King Saruman didn't care about what happened just now: "Now it depends on whether that variable can arrive in the new world smoothly."

On the other side of the sea, Xu Yichen and the nominal captain Kellandriel were unaware of the natural disasters that occurred dozens of nautical miles away.

Kelantriel is introducing the current situation of Avalon to Xu Yichen. Although he suspected that Avalon's popular belief pointed to Slaanes, the god of beauty and art did not even have a priest in Avalon. However, when Kelantriel gathered these clues together, the capital of desire surfaced.

"The City of Desire is a city built by a group of fallen elves. Avalon has always wanted to completely clear the city, but has never succeeded." Kellandriel sighed: "Now it seems that some of the elves in Avalon's leaders don't want to really clear the City of Desire at all."

"It seems to me that you can persist for so long and have not been corrupted." Xu Yichen hand-drawn a topographic map of Avalon in Kelantriel's description: "Tell me about your military power. Although it is a bit ugly, it is unlikely that Avalon can get rid of the influence of Slaanes."

"Avalon's military strength is not strong. It is just a young alliance. It was established only 183 years..." Keirandrel thought of the Europa Empire halfway through his speech, and he couldn't continue.

"Please continue, I need the specific number of warships, manufacturing capabilities, specific number of army, and number of spellcasters." Xu Yichen did not care about the loneliness in the tone of the elf. There was not much tenderness in this world to show the eliminated races.

"A warship like Laurel is the most advanced warship in Avalon. When we left Avalon, we had a total of 100 such warships, but now there are less than thirty searches." Keillandriel can face this matter calmly now: "We do not have an army in the traditional sense of humanity. Every elves have the identity of warriors. Avalon can recruit according to mission needs, and the total number of spellcasters should not exceed 600."

"Compared with the elves I have encountered before, your military strength is completely inconsistent with the scale of your power." Xu Yichen simply recorded: "You may have heard of Yinyue City, and they have been incorporated by us now."

"Silver Moon City?" Kellandriel's eyes suddenly widened. She did check the information about Silver Moon City in the database, because Avalon's trump card was also a magical city inherited from the Elf King's Court.

A truly functional floating city - Yunzhongcheng.
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