Chapter 1580 The Devil, or...the Old Ruler

Early the next morning, Mag and the others successfully got on the seventh-level Warcraft Golden Armored Eagle that was used by the Falk tribe to pick up and drop off the VIPs, and set off on their way back.

Irina sent him a message last night, she took the girls rescued by her back from the fire, and she would not go back with them.

And when I went to another time this morning with Connie, she told them which tribes in the Twilight Forest suffered disasters last night, and she sent the elf maids in the tribes to the Falk tribe overnight, asking for help.

It is estimated that for a long time, there will be no orcs in the Twilight Forest who are proud of raising elf maids.

After all... Those guys who used to show off last night will all be crying at home that they didn't chirp.

Compared with killing them all, the deterrent effect of this move is indeed stronger.

"This... is very Irina." Mag raised his eyebrows, and subconsciously clamped his legs a little.

As for Hannah's brewing machines and wine cellars, Mag could only help her dispose of them on the spot. The machines were dismantled and sold as scrap iron, and the cellared rum was packaged and sold to the nobles in the city.

This made Hannah feel distressed, but she had already determined that she would not come back, so she did not resist this method of handling.

"Come out, my father brought back a beautiful young lady." Amy looked at Hannah who was sitting aside, and whispered.

Mag just heard it, the corners of his mouth twitched, and explained with a smile: "Sister Hannah is a very good winemaker, and I may work with you in the restaurant for a while."

"I'm Hannah, I hope you will take care of me." Hannah stood up and greeted everyone formally with some shyness.

"Hi Hannah, I'm Mia..."

Let's introduce ourselves, it's a preliminary acquaintance.

"These girls are so beautiful, and they have super good personalities, that's great..." Hannah, who was a little worried that she wouldn't be able to blend in, was a little excited, and she was full of expectations for the upcoming new life. .

"Everyone, let's rest for a while. Although the Golden Armored Eagle is faster, it will take noon to have lunch in Chaos City." Mag said to everyone with a smile, and he was already comfortably lying on the recliner. Close your eyes and start to meditate.

The Falk tribe and his party were successfully completed, and the result was quite satisfactory.

However, the existence of the black mist and the old ruler also made him feel a little bit pinched.

Since the other party does not intend to continue to remain silent and sink, then there must be a battle with this world.

There is no way for a single force to deal with such disasters and opponents. They must have more allies, and even the power of the entire world to deal with those old rulers.

How to make those guys who are full of thoughts of conquering the world and grabbing territory understand the dangerous situation of the Nolan continent now, and agree to make compromises and alliances, this is an extremely troublesome problem.

"In contrast, cooking is really a relaxed and pleasant thing." Mag sighed in his heart. He thought he was using the script of God of Cooking, but now he realized that things were not that simple.

"Miss Hannah, what's in this little gourd of yours?"

"It's the most precious base wine for aging. It's stored after my grandfather brewed it fifty years ago. There are fifteen barrels..."

...

near noon,

The city of chaos appeared in everyone's sight.

After a morning of getting along, Hannah has gradually become familiar with the girls.

With the enthusiastic guidance of Mia, a caring big sister, Hannah's integration process went very smoothly, and she has completely lost the unfamiliarity and restraint she had just met in the morning.

"Is that the city of chaos? It's such a big city!" Hannah looked at the square city in the distance, her eyes gradually widened, a little inconceivable.

Along the way, she gained a lot of knowledge. She saw the vast mountains and rivers outside the Falk tribe, and also saw some large and small towns.

But those towns can only be regarded as small villages compared with the big city in front of them.

Even if the entire Falk tribe is put in, it can only occupy a small corner.

"Yes, that is the city of chaos, where we will live in the future." Mia said with a smile. When she first flew into space and saw this scene, she was not much better than Hannah.

"How many people live here?" Hannah asked curiously.

"It is said that there are more than one million, but it should be more than this amount." Hannah thought for a while.

"More than a million..." Hannah covered her mouth. The Falk tribe only has 50,000 people, which is already considered a large tribe in the Twilight Forest, but this city actually lives with more than one million people. Terrible amount!

"You go back first, I have something to deal with first, and I will come back to make lunch for you soon." The golden armored eagle stopped outside the city, Mag got off the ground, told everyone, and then turned and left.

"Let's go Hannah, let's go back to the restaurant first." Mia took Hannah's hand, and everyone followed into the city.

...

"We have received information about the specific situation. Mr. McGonagall has completed the task perfectly and made great contributions to world peace." In the secret room, Roland held Mag's hand and said solemnly.

As for the orcs, after Isaiah was killed by the rebellion, they have lost control and are unable to prevent Oster from unifying the Twilight Forest, and then leading the orcs to become the initiators of war.

And McGonagall's trip shattered Oster's conspiracy and plan, brought the Falk tribe back under the control of the peace faction, made the Twilight Forest controllable, and undoubtedly brought the orc tribe back from the brink of war.

"The master of the hall is overrated. This is the result of the hard work of everyone in the restaurant." Mag smiled modestly, but quickly suppressed his smile, watching Roland lower his voice and said: "However, our gains from this trip are not limited to Therefore, it’s just that this harvest may make people unable to be happy.”

"This is?" Roland looked at the stone box that Mag took out from his arms.

"This is a sculpture that Rex got at the scene of killing each other after the Eba tribe was controlled by the devil more than three hundred years ago." Mag handed the stone box to Roland and reminded: "Don't stare into its eyes. , may be dangerous."

Roland's expression also became serious when he heard the words. There were many descriptions of the devil in the secret report, and McGonagall said that this thing was related to the devil, and it was also related to the massacre of the Eba tribe back then. It may be extremely ominous.

He took the stone box with both hands, put it on the table, took a deep breath, and opened the stone box.

The palm-sized sculpture gave off an incomparably large and terrifying feeling. Just looking at those scarlet eyes, I felt my soul tremble, as if being stared at by some terrible existence.

"This...is this?" Roland quickly withdrew his gaze and looked at Mag in shock.

"The devil, or...the old ruler."

Mag said calmly, feeling his throat was a little dry.

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