After crossing, I became the mother of all demons [MTL]

Ch 106

★ Chapter 106

◎This is your doom!

—106—

Although nothing is said, but from Orlando. From his straight lips and his gloomy expression that seemed to be able to stop a child from crying, it was still possible to get a glimpse of the other party's current mood.

The conjecture proposed by Jiang Qi is not aimless. It only needs to be considered in light of reality, and anyone with a normal IQ can tell that what Jiang Qi said is indeed the most likely thing to happen in reality.

Azazel's insidious curse before disappearing seemed to start to echo in his ears again.

Orlando is not afraid of "unfinished business".

For him, since he can spend more than ten years as a slave to build an oasis that can stand up to the old nobles and families in the desert, even if everything is overthrown and restarted from scratch, it is just a waste of money. It will take another ten years.

And at the same time, when he did it all, he was just too young.

So young that even if all the past ten years have been overthrown and restarted, it will take another ten years to see what is visible to the naked eye... He is still in his prime, even at the peak of his life.

I have to say, just thinking about it like this already makes people feel extremely jealous.

However, whether it's time or influence, Orlando can't care about their gains and losses. After all, it's just something that can be regained with some effort... But this doesn't mean that Orlando can also take the same attitude to treat those around him.

Whether it is Carroll, or those subordinates who regard him as a beacon of action, or who trust him and think that he can lead them to live a life that does not seek better, at least it belongs to "human" life even the slaves...

What Orlando can't let go of are these "people" and the fetters and emotions that extend from them. Everything else—be it the territory or the influence, if it is lost, it is lost, and it can be regained after all; but if these "people" are lost, they can never be regained.

Orlando is not an all-knowing and omnipotent prophet, nor is he a god above him. He would be afraid of such a thing, and he would feel terrified just by imagining such a scene a little bit.

It is different from its own appearance, and it is also different from the usual external performance. Carroll once commented jokingly that Orlando is indeed an excellent reformer who can make a career, but—— "

If you want to rule the entire White Beach Desert, including those nobles, it's still bullshit It doesn't matter if the rules of the stove are all underfoot or even subverted, it's not enough."

Carroll had done this before and warned Orlando.

What the White Beach Desert needs is not a momentary sage or a wise man, but one who can forcefully suppress everything, so that this piece of land that has been hard to return can be reborn under such strong intervention.

It's just that this is not something that can be accomplished overnight. Whether it is Carroll or Orlando, they are not too summoned.

Because they still have a long, long time... What's more, those are things that need to be considered after the entire White Beach Desert is brought under the influence of the oasis.

Jiang Qi and Orlando almost used the fastest speed they could use to rush back towards the oasis-it's a pity, because in the desert, except for the oasis, everything else is the enemy's sake, so in the oasis There are no teleportation arrays in the interior and around the oasis.

This was originally a decision made out of safety considerations, but they didn't expect the sparrow to become something that restricted them and slowed down their pace.

No matter what Carroll said afterwards, he must implement the construction of the teleportation array as soon as possible.

Orlando thought viciously.

His eyes were ferocious, and his aura around him was violent and terrifying, like a vicious leopard that might jump out and bite someone fiercely at any time.

Although Jiang Qi and Orlando have tried their best, but—the time they spent in the underground labyrinth was too long.

So, when they rushed back to the oasis... before even stepping into the oasis, they heard the sound of killing from far away from the direction of the oasis.

It was countless howling and begging for mercy, it was incomprehensible doubts, and it was the roar of anger during battle. All these voices mixed together and became what they heard now, the wailing and mourning like hell on earth.

The smell of blood was carried by the wind from far, far away. Needless to say, both of them already understood that the oasis must now be reduced to a battlefield. When they were absent, among the most beautiful turquoises in the desert, there was a tragic war.

This may be the first time since the establishment of the oasis that someone has been able to invade the hinterland of the oasis... Carol is really an unrivaled genius in divination magic. He cut off all the other roads, leaving only one Walking, so he naturally walked further than everyone else on this road.

With the help of the stars in the sky, and the power of the blood moon at night, who was very kind to him for some reason, the existence of the oasis has always been well hidden, and has never been discovered by anyone.

But now, something is wrong with this absolutely safe home, a private plot that can be returned to and repaired at any time.

That will only make people think that Carol, who was originally in charge of guarding and weaving a protective cover for this oasis, has encountered something, so that he is no longer able to maintain everything?

When they got closer, the culprit who invaded and provoked this war had clearly appeared in front of them.

What is amazing is that it is not a force belonging to any noble in the desert, but an enemy that has never been imagined before.

Protoss.

They were wearing white robes, and the blood and dirt on the entire battlefield seemed to have nothing to do with them, and even a corner of their robes could hardly be stained.

Snow-white wings spread behind them. If one ignores the swords they hold in their hands, and those who have fallen on the road they traveled, and even have a dazed face, they have already fallen into death forever like this Silently the corpses of the slaves, they look so holy and sublime.

"Judge." A team of protoss arbitrators came in a hurry and stopped in front of a few Seraphs. "The leader of the enemy has been killed. Please take a look." 

Then, Jiang Qi and Orlando joined them , saw the not-so-acquainted young man who was brought up as a "trophy".

The [brain], logistics, and housekeeping of the oasis... are as important as Orlando, the soul of the oasis.

Carroll.

It's just that the young man who always had a warm smile on his face in the past has his eyes closed, and his chest has long since lost its ups and downs. His cheeks were still stained with mottled blood, but those eyes that should have been agile never opened again.

Orlando let out a terrible scream from his throat, like the only lone wolf left after the wolves died out. The magic power in his body was out of control, and there were tiny arcs of "crackling" flashing around his body.

"I will definitely kill them."

"Use their blood to pay homage to the souls of the dead...!"