MTL - The Wizard World-~ Chapter 546 Quest 3

"So how did these monsters come?" Angley asked the point. He can see that these two people should be the person responsible for this hotel. The reason why he explained so much to him, the test strength, there is the meaning of pulling, otherwise no one will spend so much energy on an outsider.

"From the time when the ancient wizard opened the door to chaos, the cracks in time and space." The beard explained with the mouth. "Those guys come out of the chaotic world, or from other worlds. Who knows, we just kill it. It is said that the garbage on the ground is called the root of the world."

"Oh?" Angley looked at her eyes. "I have heard of this name..... In the distant history, the great wizards of ancient times searched for a very narrow formation space in the depths of the earth. It is said that they have lived in the world's most powerful three. The place where the Witch King is. But now there are other world monsters on the ground, ready to invade the whole world to **** resources, you don't know?"

"Scatch? Oh, are you talking about the sealer or the predator? This kind of thing doesn't matter to them. Anyway, they have to evacuate themselves after a while, and they simply don't care." The bearded man didn't care. "The most powerful force in our wizarding world is below the fifth floor of the earth. The surface and the surface are all inferior garbage. Most of them are vulnerable. The strong worlds are strong, but the time is not enough. When the world is in line, it grabs a little resource soul, and the invasion also invades the second floor of the earth, and then has to leave to return to its own territory. For these, one guy knows best,"

Angrid also felt a little speechless at this time. She knew that the world of the wizards would not be so simple. I didn't expect the real wizarding world to be below the fifth floor.

The bearded man looked at his face and knew that he had already kept a new person. His face finally rose with a smug look. He continued: "The root of the world refers to the space that extends from the surface and extends through the heart of the whole world. There are four floors in total. The size of each layer... at least the sea of ​​gemstones on the surface, know the sea of ​​gems? The endless sea in the west. I thought that when I went to the gem sea, it happened to be the strongest empire collapse at that time, and it made a lot of noise. It’s not a general excitement. I don’t know how?”

"Can you be specific? I don't know how big it is..." Angley smiled bitterly. He can see it. The red beard at the opening of the hotel is clearly a living historical library. What is secret is that he is reported as a Chinese cabbage.

"It's about the same size as the sky. Do you know the domain of the sky?" Fermora couldn't stand it anymore, and he said casually.

Angrid shook his head in a stunned moment. At this moment, he felt that he and the two people in front of him were simply the roots of the country.

"Hey.!" The red beard grabbed his forehead and looked helpless. "How do you know nothing!? Look at your strength is not bad? Ferrola you explain to him!"

Ferrora nodded: "This is simple. It is equivalent to twenty central. Is it enough?"

Angrid "....."

Ferrola "....."

"What expression are you!!" The beard sighed silently. "It seems that you should be a native of the earth's surface, so many big events in ancient history, and there are only a few relics on the surface. Don't you feel strange? Where are the historical relics gone? Don't give me Say the world gap, the space of the main world is so stable, don't you go to that kind of death?"

"The ruins of the Wizarding Wars? There are so many ancient sorcerers in ancient times. All of them claim to be the world's first, claiming to be king, and traversing the world to rule the empire is omnipotent and comparable to the gods. Where are so many ruins gone?" Bearded a question.

Angrid felt that something was wrong. Indeed, as the bearded man said, on the surface, there are too few relics that can be found. "It's really not right..."

"understood?"

"understood."

The beard was relieved; "That's good, I'm afraid you can't accept it. What are your plans for now?"

“Right, what is the surface area of ​​the tornado in the past? Do you know?” Angley’s words are wearing honorific words, facing people who are more knowledgeable than themselves. He has always been modest.

The bearded man touched his chin: "It seems to be a more desolate place. It is very poor. I used to remember it once. There are very few wizards, all ordinary people."

Angley nodded a little: "What about the inside of the abyss?"

The bearded man still didn't speak, and the lobster head that came over came over and laughed and interjected: "I remember to go there once." He learned the imitation of the beard. "The mantra of the bearded man is this sentence. This guy, no matter where you ask, he is this sentence, this old man is nicknamed live map."

Red beard rolled his eyes and took out a green bottle and stuffed it directly into the mouth of the lobster head.

"There are monsters and time-space cracks inside. Good boy. Speaking of so many saliva, what are you going to do? How about joining us in a desperate hotel? How about pulling a gold beast every ten years?"

"Forget it, my family has not settled yet." Angrid stood up from the stool, smiled and turned and walked toward the door.

Both the beard and the form of Famola showed a hint of regret. "Unfortunately, this kid seems to be afraid, ready to go back." Red beard whispered.

Ferrola shrugged and didn't answer.

Anglia walked to the front of the stone gate and suddenly looked back at the counter and smiled: "Beard!"

"Well?" Red beard looked at him with doubt.

"Actually, I also want to join your hotel, but it may take a long time." Angley said with a smile.

The big beard squatted and laughed: "No problem. No matter how long, I will be very welcome when I arrive!"

"That's a thousand years." The voice just fell, and the whole hotel was suddenly silent.

The glass of the bearded man hangs in the air. Ferrola hooked the harp strings and forgot to let go. The lobsters leaned on their necks and drunk from the corners of their mouths.

All creatures are stunned. The candle light table is constantly beating in the hall. No one talks, even the breath is as light as possible. The sight of all creatures is concentrated on the figure at the door.

The air seemed to be filled with dignity and tension.

Angliel smiled.

"After a thousand years, I will come to you, don't forget." He pushed the door out of the hall, and his body suddenly turned into a dark red flame disappearing outside the door.

The bearded man finally reacted and replayed the glass with a red face.

"No problem!! After a thousand years, I am waiting for you!!" He shouted, his voice constantly echoing in the hall.

Fermora's face was full of complex looks and three-pointed horror. Five minutes shocked, the rest is all in vain. "The strong who can live for a thousand years.... Unfortunately, I can't see that day..."

"The flickering agreement of the millennium, the guy can live for at least 10,000 years...." The red-bearded eyes laughed into a seam. "It’s really the existence of this level, waiting for him for a thousand years. what relationship."

"Beard, do you believe that he is telling the truth?" A humanoid monster with a head in his chest came over and asked.

"I only believe in my eyes." Red beard answered with his own eyes.

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Come out of the desperate hotel. Standing in the gray sand. Angrid took a deep breath and looked at the gray space outside the dark red film. The desperate hotel below has been completely invisible.

"I didn't expect to have a hotel in someone else in this place.... There are so many powerful creatures in it. Maybe after a thousand years, I will come here again, join to see the core of the world. What..."

He is not an invitation to answer the red beard. It’s true that there is such an intention, if it really exists here after the millennium.

Flying fast against the sand, all in all directions are gray-black sand, the ears are all the sound of the wind, can not judge whether they really moved.

Anglia flew up for a while. It feels far away from the desperate hotel and slowly stops in the air.

"If you look at the wind that feels, my trajectory should always be around the edge of the storm, flying in the same orbit as the wind," he closed his eyes, revealing a stunned blue light under his eyelids.

After a moment, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked to the right. "This is the direction! It should be the place that passes through the edge of the storm."

In front of his eyes, a pale blue image of a huge storm tornado emerged.

‘The abyss storm model was established and the overall integrity was 81%. The detail is 2% complete. The sound of the chip sounded at the ear.

"81%? Enough..." The blue light in Anglia's eyes slowly converges. "I can't even sense the extinction of the hotel at this distance. It should be fine."

He reached out and pointed to the direction of the exit. A thick smoky smog rushed out of his mouth and nose, surrounded by him, and drowned in it in a short while.

Black smoke is getting bigger and bigger. Spread in all directions. In a short while, it will expand to several kilometers. Form a huge braid shape.

The smoky scorpion sneaked out a pliers. Gently puncture in one direction.

A thick black smoke was spurted out of the way, forming a black smoke cylindrical pen straight into the wind and sand. The white face continued to roll in the smoke, and there was a scream of screams and praises.

"In the name of fear!!" "In the name of fear!!" "Fear is the root of everything!!" "Follow the will of the king of fear!!!"

A different spirit of thought permeated the black smoke, spewing crazy torn black sand. It has been extended to the point where you can't see the end, and you don't know how far it is.

The black smoke cylinder is rolling. It quickly subsided and slowly collapsed.

The thick black smoke gradually faded away, leaving a cylindrical gray-black straight passage.

The huge smoky scorpion nodded with satisfaction, the figure quickly shrank, re-formed into a human form, the black smoke spread, and Angrid came out from the inside.

"This channel can support three days, it is time to go back..." He sensed the secret imprint of the left hand, the range that can be sensed is very small, only the general direction can be sensed, and the call cannot be made. The wind and sand of the sky interfered with the normal communication.

Inductive to the direction of return, Angley's body shape turned, suddenly turned into a dark red flame, and quickly disappeared in the sand.