Seeing the beating shadows calm again, the man sighed in a low voice. Prince Carl stared at the man in front of him with some anxiety. Since Coofes died, the man seemed to have lost some of his original momentum, but became a little less reassuring. In fact, this invitation seemed very stupid to Carl. Since the legendary swordsman could withstand the power of darkness, the same was true for everyone else. Moreover, in his opinion, the King of the Night was obviously not as urgent as before, and it seemed that for him, there was nothing to do. Whether it failed or not. He seemed to be just playing a game, not as if he was completing his goals.

He didn't understand what the King of Night wanted to do.

"You can go down."

After waiting for the image in the crystal ball to disappear, the King of Night gently waved his right hand. Then, Prince Carl retreated. Then, the King of Night turned around and stared at the place where he came in. There were four or five figures there. This was a very strange combination, among which there were elves, orcs, and humans.

"Welcome, heroes."

The King of Night smiled at them friendly, and then signaled them to sit down.

"We haven't seen each other for a long time since that war a thousand years ago. I didn't expect that I would feel your call again."

"This is also our honor, the great king of the night."

The human knight stood up and performed a rather ancient etiquette, and then he sat down again.

"We visited this time because we heard that Jizai seemed to have problems?"

“Some minor issues.”

There was a hint of embarrassing smile on the face of the King of Night.

"Our plan was affected. Originally, we created the 400,000 Devil Legion, which was used to disrupt the formation of a 6-large formation, was completely annihilated by a brave lady, and even the ashes were not left behind. This directly led to a complete blow and influence of our plan. You should be very clear. How much energy and how many methods I spent to barely form the 400,000 Devil Army. This is not easy, my heroes."

This is really tricky.”

After a burst of surprise and silence, the elf said softly, with sadness on his face.

"We, don't have any other way?"

"Maybe we can try to open the door to hell."

The orc waved the sword in his hand and shrugged his shoulders.

"Don't our old friends do this?"

"I hope you can have patience. My friend, you didn't have it at the beginning, and it still seems to be not."

The King of Night shook his head helplessly.

"What I must tell you is that once the gate of hell is opened, the devils of hell will all pour into this big 6. Although I am their king, I cannot restrain each of them. You should understand what I mean. This is a very dangerous thing. Even if our plan succeeds in the end, I close the gate of hell. Perhaps you will not be able to get what you need.

You should be very clear that not only humans have a greed heart, but also the devil. This is like a seed with tenacious vitality. As long as you have the right and fertile soil, it will take root and shoot. By that time, I believe we can't stop it. And "I think the situation has changed."

“How to say it?”

The human knight's contemplative expression changed slightly.

"After losing the army of four hundred thousand devils, I tried to find new alternatives, and I also tried to find our allies. Of course, they would not know our plans.

For example, Prince Carl and that person. Although the existence of the Five Yaoshuo Messenger is not easy to deal with, I always feel that the world seems to have become a little strange. I don’t know why, but I don’t know why. Perhaps, we should give up this time Jigo. My old friends and heroes, we all have endless lifespans, and we have enough time. We can even start to cultivate everything silently over five hundred years. Don’t you think that you are too hasty to do this now?"

"Maybe that's the case, but we hope to succeed earlier."

The human knight's expression was solemn and a little helpless.

"What we want is something that no one can support, but they yearn for. For this, we have to pay the price. They are the same."

The King of Night was silent for a moment, and then sighed helplessly.

"I know that you cannot represent your race, just as I cannot represent my race. But we are friends. As a request between friends, I promise you.

From now on, I will focus on opening the door of hell. I need a reasonable and sufficient space to open the door. However, I still have to finally solemnly warn. The real devil is far from being as weak as these fakes. Even in the previous war, I did not let so many real devils enter this Big 6. They are very dangerous, and this gambling is not wise enough."

Speaking of this, the King of Night looked at everyone again, then he sighed and pointed at the head of xち handち.

"Since you have made the decision, then I can only stay with you to the end."

"Thank you for your help, the great king of the night.

"You are welcome."

Abandon the door and close it.

The King of Night closed his eyes and had a headache.

The female warrior was a good toy for him, and he admired that woman very much. So when he learned that she was dead, the King of Night felt a little unhappy. It was like a toy that a child liked was broken, and he always didn't want to find any substitutes.

"It seems that next time I should go find elves. or other more docile races."

The King of Night rubbed his brows, which made me feel helpless.

"At least they will not surrender in the face of power like humans."

After explaining himself as if he was mocking, he gently patted his hands, and soon, an old man slowly walked into his palace.

"Carl failed."

The King of Night Fa looked at the old man in front of him.

"I need your help, my singer.

This is an end and a new beginning.

Mealli looked at the slightly uneasy girl in front of her curiously, and at the same time she was also a little confused. Because she had heard Marien talk about this girl's affairs, and she also helped Marien. If she hadn't used a strange method to "Wuchuan" female Yiquan to repel the Yingwu of this longevity monster, maybe Marien Yu was... dangerous. As one of the people who had been attacked, Mealli also knew that the black shadow was not easy to deal with, but what surprised her was that Xili looked at her seemed a little complicated. She wanted to say something several times but stopped, but in the end she didn't say anything, but obediently followed Marien's words. She seemed to have her own responsibilities and tasks, but Mealli didn't know what it was. Perhaps she was interested in her eyes, and thinking about it this way slightly relieved some of Mealli's inner doubts.

After sitting for a while, Shilil got up and said goodbye. It seemed that she was going to another place. Marian had no intention of trying to keep her. As a fellow traveler, their feelings only ended here at most. After Shilil said goodbye, Marial just stared at her back helplessly, and sighed slightly. Then, she shook her head and waved the thoughts in her mind. A solemn expression appeared again on her face.

"Miss Mayalie. I'll talk to you in private."

(Of course there is no problem.) Mealley nodded. Since Marian returned, she had already seen some changes in Marian's body from the inside out. She was not sure whether these changes were a good thing. Because the Lord of Green said nothing, and Aini was still in love with sleep. However, Mealley would still listen to Marian's words, and their relationship was often more like sisters. Marian had lost someone to be close to. She would only say some of her inner thoughts when she was around Mealley, which was just because of the hints mixed in Mealley's words.

But now, it has become a habit.

Sitting in front of Mealie and looking at the eyes of different colors, Marien still couldn't wave away the strange feeling. These eyes seemed to be able to see through everything and tolerate everything.

She hugged in the chair with some anxiety, and then asked.

"Miss Mayalie, I want to ask you, "What do you think when you feel different?"

(You mean…) "I think, you and Lord Yiming already know that the origin of our singing manuscripts is not powerful people. And a more powerful creature. "I, I don't know how to describe this feeling. My knowledge tells me that I could have changed mountains, destroyed the earth, let the rivers rush, and let the green of life cover all the plains. To be honest, this was something I could not imagine when I was a magician. I never thought I would have such a power, and this power was not the result of my efforts, but "I don't know how to describe it. It made me feel very cunning. Alinoa, Miss Bellroga and others arrived in this field much earlier than me, but because of my uniqueness, I reached the realm that they could not reach early." This made me very uneasy."

(So, did you come to ask me?) Mealley quickly understood what Marien meant. Obviously, this kind of thing cannot be said to the magician. Asking for a psychic who has a more powerful power from birth is a good choice.

Marien nodded.

"That's not my power."

Then, she repeated her words.

(I understand what you mean.) Mayalie smiled slightly.

(You think that's not the power you deserve.) Marien was silent for a moment, then nodded.

Everything in the world is equivalent, but ordinary creatures always don’t understand this truth. They look up at the class above them and curse all unfairness. They don’t know at all what it means to be a noble, not only the bright lights, wine and endless power and wealth. They don’t know what it means to be a mage, not only the powerful power, the glorious status and the pride. They only see success, but not the darkness behind success.

In order to complete tasks and maintain status, the nobles had to think in all kinds of good or bad ways at all times, and implement everything they had done to protect the power, status, wealth and women they had already gained. In order to continue to strengthen their power, status, wealth and women, the magicians spent almost unimaginable time in the library and communicating with magic spirits. When at these times, what those mortals did might be just complaining, or perhaps just complaining about such a boring question as to why pork prices have increased again.

(I once hated my ability.) Mayalie gently stroked the edge of the teacup.

(It has allowed me to go through some bad and very painful days. But I have been happy too. It is my ability that has created my pain, it is the spring of my sorrow." But if you ask me, if I can go back to the past and make a new choice, will I give up my ability in exchange for the happiness that has been destroyed? My answer is no.) Mayalie stared at Marien with a firm look. It was full of irresistible will.

(Faced with your choice, don't regret it, don't refuse, don't deny it, because denying it, you deny yourself. We all know that sometimes fairness does not appear in a way that you can foresee. Marian, perhaps, it seems that this is not fair on the surface. But in fact, it is always fair. You are troubled by it now, which is part of its fairness. This is not your power, so you can make it your power. Because it has become a part of you and is indispensable.) Facing Mei Zhou Arrow's words, Marian fell into deep thought, and then, she raised her head and showed a grateful smile from the bottom of her heart.

"Thank you, Miss Mayalie."

(You're welcome" this is what I should do.) "Then, but then, Marian's expression became a little weird. She seemed to have temporarily put down the burden in her heart, so her expression was far less serious than the Internet. Instead, she took out a letter from her arms and placed it on the table.

"I think it would be better if you look at this. Although, I should have handed this letter to Lord Yiming," but it is the same for you."

(What happened?) Facing Mealley's question, Marien nodded helplessly.
Chapter completed!