Chapter 467 Two Spiders

"Haven't you dug it yet?" Lance Sanks pushed Patch's butt, trying to help him.

"You should dig. Aren't you very good at digging holes?" Patch turned back and glared at her.

"If I dig next to you, wouldn't that improve efficiency at all?" Lance Sanks glared back.

"Do we have to escape?" Moore was still a little worried. He was worried about Messermo's anger.

"You can stay," Patch said. "That guy is not mentally healthy to begin with. He could do anything if he is stimulated. I don't want to gamble."

Leda raised the light sword in her hand and pointed at the door of the cell. A few golden needles pierced it, the seal disappeared, and the door opened with a sound.

"The door is open," said Leda.

Patch turned around and stared blankly at the open door, and then at the wall where half of his body had been dug out:

"Why didn't you tell me earlier that you had this special power?"

"The seal was placed by Messermo. If he were here, he would be alarmed." Leda said, "But now, he has gone far."

"How did you know?" Patch was stunned.

"A flame knight wearing a winged snake helmet just came down from the upper level of the vault." Leda said, "That is the chief flame knight of Messermo. He came down, as if he was rushing to go somewhere."

"And knights will not leave their master." Ampah said, "Messemer must have left the vault because of something."

"You are still good at being a dog." Patch said, "Then don't be stunned and leave quickly."

Patch took the lead and rushed out of the cell.

As expected, there were fewer people in the vault. It seemed that many people were hiding or running to the door.

"How are we going to go?" Lance Sanks asked. "There are people at the door."

Patch rolled his eyes:

"Go downstairs and pick up Greg."

"Wow, what a team spirit, you actually care about Greg's life and death." Lance Sanks marveled.

"There is a bridge on his side that leads directly to the outside of the city." Patch said, "We can leave from there without attracting attention."

Just as they were told, everyone moved quickly and quietly towards the elevator on the first floor.

But in such a hurry, Laya couldn't walk.

She had been in human form for a long time, and she felt uncomfortable all over. When she transformed into human form, her body was hunched over, and her little feet couldn't catch up no matter how she moved.

"Silly boy, change back." Tanis saw Laya lagging behind and stopped to wait for Laya.

Laya woke up from her dream and quickly transformed into a snake-man, taller than Tanith, and strode towards the elevator.

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Mersemer was helped back to the vault by Kuder. One of the red snakes on his body had been broken and was slowly recovering.

Returning to the vault, the familiar smell of specimens and books helped him regain some of his sanity.

Outside the depository door, the sound of the battlefield has gradually increased, and the horned men have begun to attack the city, fighting the black knights and soldiers.

Messermo looked gloomy and said nothing.

Cood took a few steps back, leaving Messemer to stand where he was.

Leilana's sword was also brought back by Kud and given to Mersemer. Messemer looked at the straight sword and remained silent.

This sword is her favorite sword and never leaves her hand. The princess of Kallia followed him to this abandoned place of pain and suffering in the wind, and endured the lamentations and curses with him. The twin swords of moon and fire have never been separated.

She was always by her side when her mother abandoned her and when her comrades betrayed her.

Messemer used to feel nothing. His heart was always filled with grief and pain, leaving no room for tenderness.

Now looking at the lonely straight sword, Messermo felt that his originally empty heart seemed to have become even more empty.

Why did things become such a situation? When did it start?

Does it start when the nameless group enters the vault? Messemer didn't know.

But the guardian spirit of the horned old woman who was very similar to Wuming, and the image of the sheep's head before Wuming, lingered in Mersemer's mind.

"Is the fate of the snake to be betrayed by everyone..." Messemer thought of Colin's words in pain and powerlessness.

Mersemer put the straight sword engraved with golden flames on his waist and walked up to the second floor. He wanted to ask Patch and the others again to find a definite answer.

He found an open door and an empty room.

Just like his empty heart.

"Haha..." Messermo suddenly laughed twice, and his dry laughter echoed in the vault.

After throwing it all away, Messemer still limped slowly downstairs, with the memories in his mind in disorder.

He thought of Wuming's promises, saying that Greg could heal the Platinum Sons and heal the wizards...

Witcher!

Messemer's sadness suddenly turned into horror, and he remembered the thing he had neglected.

Previously, he sent the Flame Knight to escort Greg over, intending to control him together in the cell, but the Flame Knight never returned.

I was so distracted by so many things that I completely ignored this anomaly.

Such anomalies made Messemer have even more terrifying thoughts in his mind.

Regardless of his injuries or the blood in his eyes, Messemer limped straight to the elevator on the first floor of the vault, preparing to see it for himself.

Greg, the golden clan who claims to be his descendant, is the starting point that makes him think that his mother's salvation has really come.

What Wuming said to himself will be verified by Greg. Thinking of this, Messemer even went to the lower level of the vault with some fear.

He didn't want to see himself betrayed again, and he didn't want to experience something like that again - being betrayed and abandoned by everyone just because he was a snake.

Messemer's heart was stirring, and he had a premonition that if he saw something like this again, he would no longer be able to sustain it, and would surely self-destruct by then.

But Mersemer still did not stop his pace, as if deep down in his heart, he also longed for this kind of destruction.

Later, Messemer walked to the elevator on the first floor and saw a snake man.

Messemer was stunned. In his sight, which was already red with blood, he saw the people in Pachina's team.

It was not Rogelphia, but the dancer who was already confirmed to be imprisoned in the cell - Tanis - who had already been confirmed to have escaped from the cell.

And next to Tanis stood a snake-man that he never remembered seeing.

Seeing the snake man, Messemer suddenly felt disgusted as never before.

Even when he was beheading the most filthy thing in his life, he never felt such disgust.

The fire in Messermo's heart spread rapidly and then burned.

It was anger. It was hard to tell whether it was sadness, resentment, or anger.

Messemer just wanted to crush the filth in front of him into a pulp.

The spear was lifted up, and the broken hand twisted the spearman with such force that the skin and bones were separated. It seemed that this shot not only crushed the filth, but also crushed himself.

He swung the spear and threw it out like a giant python, hitting the hateful-looking snake man hard.

The snake man looked at the spear heading towards his Tianling Cap, shrank his head, and started crying.

Tanis had already rushed in front of Laya before she could cry out, hugging her desperately and protecting her with her back.

"Mom!" Laya cried.

This cry made Messermo jump. With a shake of his hand, the spear deflected a little, and hit the ground hard. The rubble rained down on Tanis and Laya.

Tanis held Laya's hand tighter and tighter, and did not move even if she was hit by a stone, protecting Laya with all her strength.

As if lucky, the gravel did not hit their vital parts, and the force was very slight.

Looking at Tanis and the snake-man Laya hugging each other tightly, Mersemer's body was shaking and his eyes were getting bloodier.

"Mother..." Messermo murmured hoarsely.

Seeing Messemer's broken and bloody figure, Laya hugged Tanis tightly, tears falling in large drops. Even on the snake's face, the fear that distorted the face could be seen.

Looking at the frightened expression, Messermo's heart twitched, and he remembered those filthy wails before his death.

Messermo got into the big spear, lowered his head, and stopped looking at the filthy snake man: "Get out of here, get out of here."

He growled hoarsely: "Don't let me see you guys again."

Tanis pushed Laya and asked her to stand on the elevator and go down on the elevator.

But she kicked and turned around, as neatly as when dancing, with a hint of anger on her heroic face.

Tanis walked up to Messermo, and before he could react, she slapped Messemer on the head of the snake, causing the snake's head to tilt to one side.

The slap was not harsh, but Messemer was a little confused by the slap.

He didn't understand why the woman didn't run for her life.

"You actually think my daughter is a monster." Tanis glared at Mersemer.

"I'm sorry, ma'am -" Messemer responded subconsciously. Facing such a confident Tanis, his anger was a little weak, and he even forgot his own position.

Before Messemer could finish speaking, Tanith slapped her again, and the snake's head tilted to the other side.

"You actually think you're a monster," Tanith said.

Messermo was stunned and looked down at the short but fierce mother in front of him.

Tanith looked at Messemer with an expression of hatred, and without saying anything, she turned around neatly again and walked onto the elevator.

Before going down, Tanis turned back and glanced at Messemer with sharp eyes:

"Snakes are never filthy. As a snake, you cannot appreciate the beauty of blasphemy. Reflect on it yourself."

With that said, Tanis sat on the elevator and disappeared.

Messemer was left in a daze.

"Haha, don't mess with angry women." A burst of laughter came from above Messermo's head.

Messemer didn't seem surprised by the voice and slowly raised his head: "Why don't you leave together?"

Patch was falling on a spider's thread above the first floor.

After Messemer stopped attacking, he immediately noticed the presence of Patch. None of the gravel actually hurt Laya and Tanis. All the gravel that fell into dangerous places was chopped up and blown away silently. .

"I want to leave, but I have to break up the fight between Tanith and Laya." Patch looked condescendingly at Mersemer, "You are good, you still have some conscience and know how to stop. If you continue to attack, you will be the one who will be broken. "

"Is that what you should say to have some conscience?" Messemer looked at Patch coldly, "You escaped from prison."

"I have never had a conscience. Conscience is what I use to make demands on others, but I can't make demands on myself." Patch said.

Mersemer had no reaction to Patch's shameless words. He was silent for a moment and asked:

"Grek can heal wizards and sons of platinum. Are you also lying to me?"

"What if I say yes?" Patch tilted his head and smiled.

Messemer walked towards the elevator with his gun in hand:

"I'm going to kill him. Even if you escape, he won't be able to escape far as he has no limbs."

"Actually, we haven't escaped yet." Patch said, "I'm responsible for dropping the others, and I'm the last one, which means they're still piled up down there."

Messermo said, "Are you going to suggest that I kill you all?"

Patch said, "If you say so, then Greg didn't lie to you."

Messermo was about to get angry, but Lance Sanx suddenly showed his head, lying on the edge of the elevator shaft, looking at Patch:

"Why don't you leave? I'm taking you down the rope."

Lance Sanx saw Messermo:

"Ah, you're back?"

Lance Sanx didn't wait for Messermo to speak, stretched out his index finger, and remembered something:

"Wait a minute."

Lance Sanx disappeared from the elevator shaft again, and a moment later, the elevator rose up, and Lance Sanx came up with three other people.

Messermo's pupils contracted, that was the Fire Knight.

One he sent over, one was originally guarding Greg, and the other was Saza, who was farther away, guarding the exit on the wizard's side.

At this time, the three Flame Knights were all seriously injured, with wounds all over their bodies, almost dying.

Messemo said: "Did you do this?"

"We did it and brought it to you?" Lance Sanx pointed at his temples with both hands, "Think about it carefully."

Lance Sanx looked at Patch:

"How could there be such a stupid and unlucky child."

Messemo walked quickly to the Flame Knights and checked their injuries.

The Flame Knights regained their vague consciousness for a moment, and when they saw Messemo, they were very excited:

"My lord, the Horned Man... the filth has invaded!"

"I already know." Messemo lowered his eyes.

"No, they have invaded the vault!" The Flame Knight coughed up blood excitedly, "They appeared in the wizard's place... a lot, very strong..."

Messemo was shocked, and at the same time, there were several explosions and exclamations from other parts of the vault.

Kud came: "My Lord..."

Messermo said: "I'll go to the wizard, you take the others up there to have a look."

"My Lord, you are too seriously injured." Kud was worried, "I'll go up alone."

"No, it's not a good thing, you can't handle it alone." Messermo said, "Listen to my orders."

"Why not listen to my orders." Patch suddenly spoke.

"I'm very busy now." Messermo looked unkind, "You'd better not say it, this is also caused by you."

"I want to say - you go downstairs, I'll help you watch here." Patch said.

"You?" Messermo didn't understand.

"As a gift for you just letting Tanis go." Patch jumped down from the wall and rubbed his paws, "Of course, there are conditions. I will help you guard the vault, and afterwards, we will write off all the things we lied to you."

Messermo still didn't understand.

It's not that he didn't understand the conditions, but he didn't understand how Patch was confident that he could guard it alone.

Patch saw Messermo's doubts and smiled:

"I see you don't know how to tell you that in the caravan, Wuming and I are on the same level."

As he spoke, Patch lifted his buttocks and a spider web shot out from behind his buttocks.

The spider web was fan-shaped and pulled out from Patch's belly along a silk thread, like a fan-shaped kite, or like a sail, floating in the air.

A layer of lightning flashed from the spider web, and then Patch's body floated up, carried by the fan-shaped spider web, and floated to the center of the vault.

Patch's legs suddenly disappeared, or more accurately, split, and snaked like silk threads, becoming more and more dense, and then disappeared. A flash of light appeared around Patch's body. It seemed that some ripples spread out along Patch as the center, and then disappeared in the air.

From the outline of the flash, it seemed to be a web, but it spread and climbed to the entire vault.

"Everyone, don't move." Patch's words appeared everywhere in the vault, as if they were his mouthpieces everywhere, "Stay still, or don't blame me if you die."

Patch's spider legs pointed to Messermo's side:

"Oh, I didn't say you, I left space for you, go down - don't attack Tanis anymore, it's useless, they still have defensive barriers on their bodies."

Kude seemed to have a feeling, picked up his greatsword, and walked a few steps out.

After walking to a certain position, the tip of the greatsword was cut off silently and fell to the ground with a crisp sound. The tip of the sword bounced on the ground and fell farther away, and when it landed, it turned into a few more broken pieces of iron.

"What kind of spider is this?" Kude looked solemn. If he was in battle, he would definitely not be able to sense the spider silk.

"Silicon spider." Patch replied, "A spider specially prepared for the precious things in the Shadow Land. If you like, you can continue to stay here and compete with my web."

Kude stepped back and got off the elevator with several other flame knights.

The Horned Man invaded the witch's side, and Messermo was a little anxious. Although Lance Sanx and others were also down there, they didn't seem to have any bad intentions and could be helpers, but judging from the injuries of the Flame Knight, it might be too late for the Patch team to go down.

With anxiety, Messermo got off the elevator and walked to the church where the witch was treated.

From the platform on the second floor, he saw a huge, deformed and ugly spider lying in the middle of the ward, exuding a terrifying breath, and the spider was covered with flesh and blood.

It seemed to be the flesh and blood of the witch...

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Grek was underground, still studying how to treat the witch.

Relying on past experience of limb replacement and treatment, various plans kept popping up in my mind and then giving up.

The biggest difficulty in treating a witch is that it is not actually a treatment. The witch's wounds have already healed. What Greg needs to do is to perform reverse limb grafting, which is another kind of twisting and changing of other people's bodies.

All other conditions can be met when we return to the junction. Therefore, the key to treatment now is to maintain the consciousness of the witch.

As soon as Greg found this last piece of the puzzle, he could begin treatment.

Greg was thinking hard when he felt a vibration from the prosthetic leg on his foot.

Xiao Hu is tapping his prosthetic limb.

"Grandpa Greg, we want to listen to a story." Xiaohu cheered, impatiently.

Because the conditions were not met, Greg was unable to physically heal these shamans and pots, and often kept talking about the medical conditions in the border area.

The little pots overheard this and became very curious about the junction. They pestered Greg to tell stories about the junction.

Greg told them the deeds of the Golden Tree, the stories that he had been fascinated by when he was a child, the stories of the Golden Tree's fight against heretics and filth, its victory over giants, and its fight against horned men.

At first, there were only a few small pots, and then there were gradually more and more small pots. Finally, the wizards gathered at the back and listened quietly to the stories told by Greg.

This is also the only comfort that Greg can give these wizards and Xiao Ju.

"Grandpa Greg, why do you stop telling Godwin's story every time after telling the story of the Ancient Dragon War?" Xiaohu said, "And you are not the Son of Gold, why are you like this?"

"Haha..." Greg laughed, "By the way, do you want to hear the story of General Shattered Star sealing the stars?"

"What is that? If you want to listen, listen!" The little pots immediately changed their attention.

"To talk about the horror of this achievement, we have to start with the power and terror of the stars." Greg said, "Everything about us comes from the stars... Even those noble Lord Fingers are also children of the stars... But there are also some Malicious stars, they emerge from the darkness and destroy everything..."

"Is it like that?" Xiaohu pointed to the back.

Greg and the others looked back.

At the wizard's place, a layer of blood pools appeared on the ground from time to time, mixed with the flesh and blood of the wizards.

It was caused by witches who went insane due to unbearable pain and unconsciously mutilated themselves.

Some of the bleeding was caused by Greg doing some simple experiments.

At this time, Greg turned around and saw a figure slowly emerging from the small pool of blood.

It was an ugly, fat head with a face like a bat.

Greg had an impression of this image. He had seen this kind of creature when he first entered the Shadow Land.

It seems to be called a blood monster, a descendant of the invisible mother.

The huge blood monster emerged from a thin layer of blood. Seeing this familiar sight, Greg was stunned for a moment, and then the hair on his body exploded.

The biggest failure in his life was inseparable from blood, and Greg was deeply impressed.

"Enemy attack!" Greg immediately shouted, calling to the Flame Knight guarding him not far away.

Then Greg quickly stumbled up and evacuated Xiao Hu and the wizard, asking them to leave quickly to escape.

A dozen blood monsters came out of the blood pool and stood in their original positions, fierce and savage.

Thanks to Greg's quick reaction, the wizard and Xiaohu evacuated immediately, otherwise they would have been surrounded by blood monsters.

"Blood monsters?" Flame Knight also recognized those monsters and was shocked, "Why are they here?"

Without any time to think, the Flame Knight immediately stepped forward and attacked the blood monster. The fierce attacks were continuous. Even if there were only two people, the blood monster was overwhelmed.

The Flame Knight cut wounds one after another on the blood monster, forcing the blood monster back out of the door.

As long as they get to the door, the advantage in the number of blood monsters will disappear immediately, and two flame knights will be enough to defend this place.

However, just when the Flame Knight inflicted wounds on the blood monster and pressed on the blood monster step by step, the pool of blood left by the blood monster was stepped on by the Flame Knight.

A hand stretched out from the blood pool, with a jagged dagger in it, and lightly cut the Flame Knight's ankle.

The Flame Knight was in pain and almost fell down.

Then, in the filthy blood, a person walked out of the blood pool.

The person who came was wearing a black and red blood robe, gorgeous and elegant, standing on tiptoes and wearing high heels, and his posture was like that of a noble.

The Flame Knight noticed that the noble's heels were not heels, but protruding ferocious horns.

"Horned Man?" Flame Knight was surprised.

"The blood nobles of the Blood Dynasty!" Greg shouted, "Danger! Be careful!"

There was no need for Greg to remind him that the moment the blood noble appeared, he stabbed backwards with both hands, leaving scars on the bodies of the two flame knights.

With the blood nobles in check, the blood monsters roared, waved the blood fork in their hands, and launched a counterattack.

A sacrificial blood monster was at the very back, standing behind the door where the Flame Knight wanted to force him back, holding the blood fork high.

Blood energy appeared on the flame knight's body through the air, like maggots on the tarsal bones, sucking his blood from the wounds on the flame knight's body.

The Flame Knight became weaker and weaker with blood loss, and was still tired of dealing with the blood nobles, so his movements became slower and slower.

Just when he could no longer hold on any longer, the blood monster priest standing outside the door suddenly howled miserably and fell down.

Fire rain fell on the blood monsters, burning them so hard that they dodged again and again.

Another flame knight came from behind the door:

"what's the situation?"

"Enemy attack." The Flame Knight companion answered him.

"Do you even need to say this? The Flame Knight said, and together with his companions, they fought against the blood monsters and blood nobles.

The situation was at a stalemate for a while.

But the stalemate lasted less than half a minute.

Because as the blood pool increases, more and more blood monsters crawl out.

The speed of killing blood monsters cannot keep up with the speed of blood monsters appearing.

Two fists are no match for four legs. The three flame knights will eventually tire and be gradually surrounded by blood monsters.

"Escape quickly!" In the encirclement, the Flame Knight shouted to Greg and Xiao Ju outside.

Greg trembled and looked in front of him.

The blood monster was already standing in front of them.

With just a slight wave, Greg was knocked to the ground and fell into the blood.

"Don't bully Grandpa Greg!" Xiaohu stood up bravely and punched and kicked the blood monster. "We must also be warriors, Hu, and write our own legend!"

The blood monster waved his hand, and a small pot was hit and thrown away. Fortunately, the round body rolled on the ground, cushioning the force, and hit the wall. The pot cracked and a little of its contents leaked out. It was smelly and bloody.

The witch couldn't stand it anymore and called out the blood pool. The fleshy mud with the witch's vitality climbed on the blood monster and gnawed at the blood monster's body.

But the thick-skinned blood monster didn't notice it at all and almost didn't feel it.

The sorcerer who hid his ugliness in the pot rushed towards the blood monster regardless, and the pot on his body smashed to pieces, revealing his ugly body.

There are many hands and feet, and the body is covered with pustules and lumps of flesh. The witches screamed and rushed towards the blood monster, but they could only slap the blood monster feebly. Their bloated bodies made it impossible for them to stabilize their bodies even if they attacked, and they fell to the ground in embarrassment.

But the wizard still defended Xiaohu, relying on his own recovery ability to resist the blood monster's attack. The blood monster discovered that the piece of flesh in front of him could continuously cause wounds, and he became more and more excited. His eyes were blood red, and he repeatedly tore the sorcerer's flesh.

All around Greg were cries, screams, and the sound of pots and jars breaking.

His operating table was also smashed, and sharp tools for cutting flesh fell to the ground.

Minced meat stuck to his face, and the smell of blood rushed into his nostrils. Greg looked at the suffering wizard, his faded gray eyes becoming bloodshot.

He tried to get up, but the prosthetic leg was already a little twisted, and even if he tried to stand up, he couldn't exert any fighting power. The blood on the ground might not be able to take a step without him falling. And his arm strength is not as good as those small pots.

Greg lay on the ground, helplessly watching everything happening around him.

The weak were ravaged, plundered, and killed... a scene of hell on earth.

I had personally created such a scene just to pursue that ridiculous power.

"strength……"

Greg looked at the scalpel that fell to the ground.

In the plasma, he crawled awkwardly and twisted, and even used his chin to ferociously press his chin against the ground to bring himself in front of the knife.

Raising the knife high, Greg stabbed it in along the root where the prosthetic body was connected.

Severe pain spurted out along with blood.

Greg screamed in pain, his cry was miserable and embarrassing.

The cry was so loud that several blood monsters even noticed him. But seeing Greg cutting his own limbs, the blood monsters didn't stop him. They just became more excited and stabbed themselves with the forks in their hands. Enjoying the pleasure of making wounds.

When he stabbed himself, he did not forget to tear the shaman apart and smear the shaman's flesh and blood on himself.

Grik sweated coldly and endured the severe pain that could bring shock. He twisted his body, rubbed against the body of a blood monster, and inserted his residual arm into the body of the blood monster.

When he pulled it out again, a blood monster arm larger than Greg's body was already connected to Greg's body.

Using his arm strength, he led Greg's body directly over the corpse, and then landed next to several other blood monster corpses.

After a moment, a huge, ferocious, bloated, deformed spider stood up from the blood monster's corpse.

Greg's old and thin body was connected to the broken face and muscles of the blood monster. Those ferocious blood monster faces were now attached to his back and abdomen, roaring ferociously. The blood monster's muscles were twisted into hemp ropes and connected around his body.

Eight thick and bloated blood monster arms supported him to stand tall. The blood monster's hands, feet, and head were all chopped off and turned into parts of the spider.

The spider with its limbs lowered its head and looked at the other blood monsters and blood nobles.

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When Mersemer went downstairs, there were no blood monsters or blood nobles present.

There was only blood, flesh, and body parts that were too damaged to be recognized.

Occasionally, a blood monster will continue to spear from the blood pool, and then the spider will jump into a rage, and several thick and deformed spider legs will step on it in turn, and it will only appear for a second.

"What the hell is going on..." Messermo raised his head slightly. Even though he was used to seeing killings, the amount of blood in front of him was a little beyond his own experience.

"That's right, what's going on?" A voice also echoed Messermo's question.

Holding a large basket of vegetables and meat in one hand, Wu Shan walked through the door heading out of the city. The basket was quite big, and Wu held it with one hand, so he had to turn sideways to bring the basket in first. But as soon as he was brought in, he was stopped by a pile of rotten meat.

Wuming stared blankly:

"I've only been away for a few days, what's wrong?"

"You?!" Messemer stared at Wuming when he saw Wuming, and pointed his spear at Wuming.

"Me?" Wuming didn't quite understand why Messermo was so excited, and thought he was pointing at someone else.

Wuming looked around, and suddenly realized what was going on. He pushed the basket into the door, moved it aside, and then walked into the ward from the door, raising his other hand:

"You want to ask how she got here, right?"

In Wuming's hand, there was a knight wearing silver-iron armor and a double-moon helmet, holding a pyroxene sword at his waist. His chest was bulging, so it must be a female knight.

Wuming put Lailana next to the basket, as if he was piling up another pile of vegetables, and sighed:

"It's a long story--"

Wuming suddenly stopped, realized something, waved his hands and ran to Messermo:

"Oh, right, let's not talk too much, Old Mei, something bad has happened, the Horned People are preparing to attack you!"

Messermo looked at Lailana, then at Wuming, his eyes twitched, brewed for a long time, and said:

"What timely information."

"Really?" Wuming smiled proudly, "You're welcome, just call me Timely Rain."