"What?" Chrolloa was so shocked that he opened his mouth for a moment, then lowered his head and frowned, then took a long gulp of malt wine, as if he was digesting this information.

After a while, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and said: "I have a hunch that the rest of us may all gather together soon. By then... By the way, don't you really want to take a bite?

"

Misteel frowned, but this time he stretched out his hand and took the wine bottle from Chrolloya's hand.

The two legendary heroes were silently thinking about something... They could only hear rapid airflow rushing out from the edge of the castle ruins and the huge crack below.

Maybe it was the vibration of air pressure, or something else... like the roar of some kind of wild beast.

"It's really hard for these guys from the Thirteen Clans. Under each clan's lair are some unknown things... Won't they be unable to sleep if they roar like this every day?" Chrolloa shook his head,

"What a bunch of crazy guys!"

The Master of the Secret Steel Tower only feels that when it comes to big nerves... maybe the legendary werewolf hero next to him is the first among inhumans, right?

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Just like in the windy hell... at the bottom of the crack, there were waves of sounds that were either howling wind or roaring beasts.

The diary in the animal skin notebook has been read, and everyone in the skeleton residence has stopped talking for some time... The witch girl is currently wrapped in her own clothes and leaning on a bone that looks like a rib.

Here, I began to fall into a very light sleep.

The girl Mina also leaned on Norman's shoulder and seemed to have fallen asleep.

At this time, the golden dragon Fafnir (Na) looked at her with a faint look. Although she still looked dignified, she had already thought of dozens of ways to chat with beautiful women in her mind... and then rejected them one by one.

Either it felt too Meng Lang, or it felt too cliche. The ugly woman next to the beauty was too much of a hindrance, and the golden dragon's eyes couldn't help but condense slightly.

At this time, Boss Luo and the maid were playing a novel. Their fingers were wrapped around a rope twisted from plant fibers picked up from the ground here, and they began to play the flower rope game.

Boom, boom.

A sound suddenly sounded amidst the whistling wind, coming from the entrance to the residence of the red dragon corpse that Norman had blocked... It was like a knocking on the door.

Boom, boom.

Regularly.
Chapter completed!