Chapter 1177: Choice

"Thunderstorm" doesn't seem to be a professional who has the habit of carrying valuable money at all times, or at least when he is in his own residence and relaxes his vigilance, this guy doesn't like to treat seven or eight storage rings as part of his body like a punk Never take it off, so when Dieterben hastily escaped from the enemy's surprise attack, there is really nothing left on him except a few tattered clothes.

The poor legendary warlock not only lost his little savings, he also lost the magic crystal card given to him by the "guild leader". Ya picked 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 law of the morning star.

Therefore, if Mr. "Thunderstorm" who is wearing ill-fitting clothes at this moment wants to get in touch with the "President" urgently, he has to seek advice from the "Plague Box".

"How is it? Has there been any response... Speaking of it, it has been nearly 30,000 years since the last meeting held by Your Excellency the "President". As a result, our revenge has not made any substantial progress so far. The temple side has already struck preemptively, and I hope that these matters are also under the control of His Majesty the Glorious Sun Throne."

He squeezed his soft palm hard, and Dieterben, who couldn't feel any power from his soul, was anxious and helpless.

He is an ambitious professional warlock, otherwise he would not have joined the "executors" without hesitation at the beginning, but now the harvest brought to him by the turbulent era is not only the large fortune he originally envisioned, but is on the verge of The serious injury of death, this feeling of being powerless because of 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 suave block of reality.

Because in less than a few seconds, Kaisanoya, who just took out her magic crystal card to contact her "superior boss", opened her eyes wide in surprise, put down the card in her hand and turned to Dietben and said:

"This... what's going on here? It's fine if your Excellency the President didn't respond, but why didn't Mr. "Destructive Whisper" and Mr. "Instant Killing 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 whose pupils narrowed sharply felt his scalp numb as if he had been hit on the head with a mallet.

He didn't know why the only two morning star 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 strength of the half bucket of water in the "Plague Box" can't deal with Priest Morning Star, and he who has lost the ability to fight is even more of an oily bottle that needs to be protected!

"We don't have time to wait foolishly. That damn morning star priest will find this small plane in a short time. Before that, we must take the initiative to go to the Hatak Plain on the plane of Faerun to find it." Destruction whispered "Mr.'s magic tower seeks shelter, hurry up and leave Kaishanoya, what are you still hesitating about?"

Vigorously moving his limbs and trying to leave the stone platform, the depths of the pupils of "Thunderstorm", who persistently expressed his thoughts, were filled with the firmness of seeing death at home.

But at this time, some indecisive "plague boxes" haven't made up their minds yet.

Psychologically speaking, the girl mage doesn't trust the legendary warlock who is not even an acquaintance, but the feeling of being disconnected from the core members of the legendary organization is very disturbing, so I don't know what to say now Kesha Noah is actually in an awkward state of not being able to make up her mind.

She wondered whether she should heed Dietben's advice. And she always felt that the idea of ​​seeking the asylum of "Whispers of Destruction" was really...uneasy?

"Wait...wait a minute, have you really thought it through? Are we really going to seek protection from that monster with the title of "Legendary Killer"? Take us away and make them into experiments, but...but that is a morning star caster, and he is also an adventurer active in the multiverse, such a guy is completely different from a talkative hermit mage like me It's different, isn't it a bit..."

"Self-inflicted? Self-righteous? Self-inflicted? Self-inflicted death?"

"Plague Box" didn't know how to describe her current mood and attitude. She just almost instinctively didn't want to have anything to do with that gloomy spellcaster who always wore a hood and had eyes that could freeze the soul.

You know, when she participated in the "Executors" meeting before, she tried to control her projection away from the hazy image of punk as much as possible.

but now………

"Why don't we go find Mr. Instant Kill Gun, I think he should be more talkative, hey"?

Kesanoa, who thought she was in a lively atmosphere, showed a smile, and Kesanoya, who looked obviously unnatural, was trying to solve the problem in a different way.

God knows that just a few hours ago, the "plague box" who thought he could hide in this small corner of the multiverse and grill delicious honey bread meticulously, but in the blink of an eye, the "little boss lady" who enjoyed a peaceful life was about to die. Leaving her hometown and embarking on the road of escape, such a huge gap even made Kesanoa feel "unrealistic", and she wondered if she had fallen into some kind of incredible sleep.

But legendary powerhouses don't fall asleep for no reason, so the young mage doesn't dream. There is only a cruel and cold reality in front of her.

"I also think that carefree Morningstar fighter is more suitable to be defected to, but unfortunately, he is not as famous as "Destruction Whisper", and his residence is not known, or Do you know where Mr Besadas lives?"

Asking about the "plague box" in a faint tone, Dieterben looked extremely tired with a pale face.

But Kaisanoya, who couldn't answer the question of her titular subordinate, could only shake her head in embarrassment...

"Since you don't know what to say? There's no room for pick and choose in this kind of thing."