"Stop, stop, stop!"
Teresa was dumbfounded at first, but after five minutes he quickly reached out to stop it, complaining. "Are you crazy? Are you teaching us what to do?"
"This..." Caroso also widened his eyes.
Is this a god from the future? What is in his head, yellow waste?
"Um... this woman is quite interesting..." Tom, who has been hanging out in pubs for a long time and often helps poor girls, was a little embarrassed to hear this.
It was fine at first, but the man after the ellipsis was shocked when he heard it.
[Damn, I never thought you were like this Messiah]
[There are too many damn silence words, right?]
[The following are all silenced words]
[If this is not silenced, we probably won't be able to watch it in the future]
[Did she have such a good time? What she said later was so vivid and vivid, even the details were told]
[How did this thing become a god?]
[I don't know]
[Speaking of which, profiteers have such virtues, and they are so similar, what is going on...]
Bai Bai's face was a little red.
Although she is old, she has never experienced any man. She has been with Sora since she was a child. Both of them are striving hard and they only think about how to make cards all day long.
Well, this is also the setting of the game company. After all, no one likes the character they control to be second-hand.
Theoretically speaking, all heroes want to be single at the beginning, but today's players are different from before. There are a lot of people who inherit the prime minister's legacy, so there are many CPs, and even many married ones.
Of course, these will not be placed on the protagonist or important characters controlled by the player.
"Ha, let me tell you, I'm not afraid of anything." Messiah sneered, "If you have any means, just use it."
Messiah knows that these messes are purely due to the magic she practices.
If she wants to practice her dream magic to a high level, she needs to frequently invade other people's dreams.
You all have had some messy dreams, and you must know them by heart. Messiah It can be said that after practicing this magic, I see these every day...
"Caroso, why don't you ask..." Teresa looked at Caroso.
"Okay, my method of interrogation is secret. You should step back." Caroso said.
"Wait a minute, don't do what she says. What she said means that her private life will be messy. There are some poisons that even the strong Tier 8 can't resist. Humans and elves have quite different ability to resist poisons. Don't be poisoned to death!" Teresa waved his hand quickly.
"Don't worry, I'm not interested in her." Caroso showed a smile.
"Humph." Messiah rolled his eyes at Caroso.
It's normal for such a young Tier 8 powerhouse to not be interested in beauty. She's not the heroine of a stupid youth romance novel. She gets excited or angry when people don't show interest in her.
Soon, only Caroso and Messiah were left.
"You can do whatever you want. I won't say anything. I can withstand any kind of torture. Even if you do what I say and throw me into a pile of demons and let inferior horned demons violate me, I won't say anything." Messiah looked proud. "I know many things that are more terrifying than death, but I am not afraid."
"You don't need to say it." Caroso glanced at the barrage and began to perform. "The number of troops in your camp is..."
"The hero's name is... and his ability is..."
"The characteristics of the terrain, the flaws in the magic circle..."
At first Messiah didn't care, but as Caroso talked more and more, her face became paler.
Caroso said everything was right, and even knew some secrets, even secrets that she didn't know.
Messiah grabbed the edge of the iron cage with both hands and shouted, "Who are you and why do you know this?"
"Didn't you tell me this?" Caroso looked at Messiah silently.
"Ha, so that's what you were thinking. I can tell you that these are of no use to me." Messiah said disdainfully, "As long as I swear to the gods and say that I have not betrayed, the leader will believe me."
This is the advantage of this era. If you say you are not lying, you can completely prove it by swearing to the gods.
After all, if you deceive the gods, you will really be praised by the gods.
The price of betraying the gods is also greater than imagined.
"Well, it doesn't matter." Caroso didn't want to instigate her, he just rationalized the information he got, just like money laundering.
"Tell me how you know this, can I use dream magic to exchange it with you?"
Although Messiah is a prisoner, her heart is still towards the elves. This information is too dangerous and completely exposed Forest of Elves.
The most important thing is that we don't know who exposed this information.
"I am definitely the only one who has mastered dream magic to the level I have." Messiah said seriously, "If you tell me, I can even tell you how this inheritance comes from."
"You still want to escape from us? Besides, I'm not interested in your dream magic." Caroso yawned. "Okay, the information has been obtained, it's time to get down to business."
Half an hour later, Caroso and others arrived at the outskirts of a cemetery. Several people were squatting nearby, watching the movements of the monsters in the cemetery, especially trying to guess which one was in command.
Messiah is holding his knees with his hands and his eyes are dull. He is obviously autistic.
"Caroso, these low-level soldiers in the cemetery should believe in the strong. I see that the zombie is so strong, he must be their leader." Teresa said matter-of-factly.
"I want it to look more like that one." Caroso said, "Other zombies are patrolling. He is lying there sleeping, and there are people fanning him."
"Let's see who guesses correctly?" Teresa raised his eyebrows.
"Okay."
Caroso didn't have any ink left, so he rushed out decisively, followed closely by Teresa.
The speed of the two of them was too fast, and the lower-level soldiers couldn't react at all.
When, when, when...
The old cemetery bell rang, and they were just about to assemble when Caroso and Teresa were already killing them.
This is the disadvantage of low-level soldiers. When they are gathered together, they can indeed exert superimposed power, but if they do not form a formation, then they are just chickens and dogs.
Caroso grabbed the zombie he was interested in by the neck and twisted it gently.
Click!
Zombies are dead.
What surprised Caroso was that they were still gathering.
Caroso frowned slightly and decisively used a card.
[Name: Voice of the Dead]
[Category: Spell]
[Star Level:0]
[Grade: White Common]
[Class Restriction: None]
[Introduction: You can talk to the dead]
"Why are you fanning him?" Caroso grabbed the fanning zombie who wanted to assemble.
"This is my husband..." the zombie responded instinctively.
Caroso:???
Aren't you all men?
Caroso encountered some difficulties here, and so did Teresa.
She enthusiastically rushed to the strong zombie, slashed it in half with her sword, and then... nothing happened.
The two looked at each other, feeling a little embarrassed, and continued to look for the leader they thought was right without speaking to each other.
There are too many of these miscellaneous soldiers, and Dungeon, especially in this era of world, Mana is extremely chaotic, and the two of them cannot identify them through Mana.
[Hahahaha, so embarrassed]
[No way, this is no longer information we know]
[This is too difficult]
[Boss Caro's luck, well, is a bit abnormal. If Nimel were here, would any random Ice Arrow be lucky?]
"Chop less!" Tom shouted, "This thing won't be worth anything if you kill too many."
"I know." Caroso replied.
The zombie troops and other troops continued to gather. None of them were strangers. Even if they had any sanity, they had very little consciousness. They had no idea what fear was.
Caroso and Teresa both recognized based on their own experience that when those zombie skeletons wanted to attack them, they used their body skills to avoid them and tried not to kill these future subordinates.
"Ouch!"
Each ghost screamed, and Mental Magic began to impact people's minds.
Unfortunately, these ghosts have not gathered yet, and their lethality is extremely limited.
"Do you know who is the leader?" Bai felt that there were quite a few Tom and couldn't help but ask.
"You know, isn't that the one?" Tom pointed at a zombie and a skeleton.
When Bai heard his words, his blood pressure rose, and he roared, "Then you didn't tell me earlier!"
"You didn't even ask me..." Tom looked innocent.