Release that Witch

The upper part of the sacred temple is brightly lit, and dozens of glowing magic stones illuminate the circular library at the top of the tower as white. Staying in this hall, it is hard to imagine that you are under the ground.

In exchange for the Hermes Cathedral on the ground, it is equivalent to the Tongtian Tower, which is also the favorite location of Jieluo. Through the window, she can easily overlook the whole picture of the secluded area. Looking at the image of a busy bud around the sacred stone pillar, her heart has a feeling of controlling the sentient beings as if she is the **** of the glory of the gods, and those who are slowly moving forward in the darkness It is a believer who builds the kingdom of God.

Whenever she is free, she will take a book from the bookshelf that records the history and secrets of the federation. She will sit back and look through the window. Of course, she will put a cup of winter flowers on her hand. black tea.

After becoming a pope, Jielu easily relaxed. For the battle of the gods that are getting closer and closer, she has no nervousness, but has a little more expectation. Two hundred years of life made her feel boring, and the invincible devil in the record seems to be an opponent that is enough to make her feel excited. I don't know if these enemies can behave as fearless and terrible as they are when they are drawn into the soul battlefield.

Only a few years before this final battle, she needs to erect a new goal to spend the rest of her time.

There are very few people who can enter the eyes of Jieluo, and Roland Wimbledon happens to be one... and the only mortal who can be of interest to her now.

Not being optimistic by anyone, but stand out from the battle for the king, and fight against the two pieces with the succession trend in the square inch and do not fall, it must be said that it is commendable. And she found some interesting clues in the memory of Garcia.

That is, the Queen of Waters used the maid who was placed next to the four princes to let him take the deadly alchemy poison, but the result was useless, and the angry queen then executed the unlucky alchemist, but the priest According to the recipe in memory, a poison was copied and found to be exactly as the alchemist claimed: colorless, tasteless, water-insoluble, obedient, and incurable.

So, is the maid deceived Garcia, or is it now that Roland Wimbledon is not the fourth prince of the past? According to the information collected at hand, Jielu prefers the latter. The question is... if he is no longer a four prince, who is he? Why is there no one around me asking this question? The more interesting it is to pay attention to this aspect, the gradual change of style, the unanimous love of the people, and the change of the distribution of power in the West by its own power, whether it is the Church Messenger or the madman, it is gone forever... It is a pity that a person is only the lord of a small land.

Therefore, Roland Wimbledon must be placed under the church, or become a part of himself. Jielu couldn't help but lick her lips. This is why she is determined to turn her offensive direction. If she really thinks, then the benefits of giving priority to the gray castle may be far better than expected.

Of course, as the lord of the powerful power, he must be in the rear when fighting. How to force him out is also a problem to be considered.

Just as Jerome thought about how to get around the frontal battlefield and face Roland, the library door was pushed open and Isabella came in.

"The meeting is over?"

"Yeah," she licked her neck. "You're good, sitting here reading a book and drinking tea every day, and I have to accompany the old guys... No, it's an old guy and two little madmen."

"That's not a nonsense, it's about the operation of the lower layers of the church," Jielu shrugged. "Although the witches are the body of the church, without them, we can't easily concentrate so much resources to achieve the ultimate goal." ”

“Well,” Isabella yawned. “I’m listening to them. I want to transfer the preparations for the attack to the Grey Fort, at least until the second month of summer. This is still an optimistic estimate. ”

This time is neither long nor short. Jielu thinks that waiting is both a torment and a nectar that increases the harvest and happiness. “What about the manufacture of pills?”

“Is there three or four hundred thousand in the warehouse?” Isabella replied. “Is it true that you really want to pull all the civilians and the devil? Millions of people can eat Hermes Sth is empty. And..."

"And what?"

"And it won't win." She shook her head. "There are too many people. It's easy to get out of trouble. When you feed the first pill, their value has to be calculated on a daily basis. What if the devil just doesn't attack us?" The people who eat are useless, and the people who eat are all wasted. Even if the devil rushes up and is defeated by the madman, they will have difficulty fighting again."

"You didn't understand what I meant," Jielu got up and walked to a big table in the hall, uncovering the cover. "I never intended to let the madman defend Hermes, and the final battleground should be in fertile soil." Somewhere on the plains... I guess, in all likelihood, it will be unfolding at the ruins of the holy city of Ahn'Qiraj because it is closest to us."

"Do you want to... take the initiative?" Isabella stunned.

"What we lack most is time," Jie said quietly. "I didn't expect to be able to sway the devil in one fell swoop. The holy book says that when the red moon comes, the door of **** opens, and the devil can build a black spire. In fact. That is not building...but growing."

"You want to say that those stones are actually alive?" Isabella asked incredulously.

"This part can only be seen in the pro-notes of the three parties of the federation... The expansion of the devil must be built on the black spires that can produce red fog, and the locations where the minaret is present are all rich in gods and veins. The scope of influence will continue to grow. In the early days of the second battle of God, an extraordinary witch once led a team of squadrons from the bottom of the ground to the red fog area, and saw an amazing scene with a huge monster underneath the minaret. The body is thicker than the basic body of the tower." Jielu said one word at a time, "The huge monster is corrupting the stone, turning it into a black crystal that can emit red mist. Think of the devil has a special transformation of the **** stone into a magic The chaotic beasts of the stone, it is not difficult to understand that they have such ability."

"..." Isabella opened her mouth and finally spit out a sentence, "It's disgusting."

"Unfortunately, once the minaret is formed, a small-scale raid will be difficult to achieve, so our only chance is a positive attack. I don't know how long it takes for the corrupted stone to peep out of the ground, but it is unlikely to be overnight. It came out. During this period, the devil could not get the red mist to replenish it. It can only be transported from the rear. The strength that can be maintained is very limited. What I have to do is to open a **** road with a madman who is enough to overwhelm the devil. Then the gods punished the underground beasts." Jie Luo said with a slap in the face, "If you are lucky enough, we will get another 400 years." (To be continued. Your support is my greatest motivation.) .) 16-12-1711:29: