~： The day the copy is opened

Loyder once again wakes up from sleep, and she perceives that a new man has visited this corroded space.

She transferred herself to the outermost layer of the space through magic, and on the grassland she saw a wall of stone.

There are two different flags on the wall.

When was it built?

There was nothing else in Loyder’s memory since the advent of the grassland, and the gate was opened at the moment Loyder approached.

"The **** of order, is it really you?"

Silver yarn just completed the construction of the camp and felt a new visitor nearby.

When she pushed the gate open, she couldn't believe the figure she saw in her eyes... the **** of order, Loyd.

"My followers."

Loyder also remembers the appearance of the group of sublimators. She was even more excited than the silver yarn. She quickly walked over to the silver gauze and held her hands.

"I know you won't succumb to the fog!"

"Ok…"

The silver yarn was somewhat uncomfortable by Loyder's gratifying eyes. The sublimates also had faith in the seven inscriptions, and the silver yarn was closer to the **** of order.

It’s just that since the defeat of the sublimation, it’s really... and it’s succumbing to the fog. It’s all thanks to Joe’s help.

"Come on, we have to leave this ominous place."

Loyder looked across the head and saw a huge stone gate in the city behind the silver yarn. She could feel the back of the door leading to another space of consciousness.

In Loydell, the descendants came here to save her.

"Unfortunately we can't do it." Silver yarn carefully took the hand held by the **** of order.

"Why? You obviously came here and built a passage..."

Loyder couldn't understand the reason for the rejection of the silver yarn, but soon her hands began to overflow with the gray mist.

"The **** of order!"

The silver yarn wants to go forward to see the state of the order, but it is stopped by the sublimators around.

The **** of order overflowed with a lot of gray fog... She also fell to the ground with some pain and rubbed her forehead with her hand.

These fogs form a long, sturdy figure above the body of the **** of order.

"It's your sad people, your brothers have not died enough?"

Silver yarn looked up at the figure made up of fog, and it was only by feeling silver yarn that this guy was part of the outside world!

The sublimators who followed the silver yarn saw that the moment of the figure had been unable to move because of fear.

"You will eventually be..."

When it was preparing to declare the death penalty to these ignorant sublimators, the female warrior controlled by Qiao Xiu came to the silver yarn.

"That interrupted, I asked a question... Are you still blaming the first layer?" Qiao Xiu looked at the face with a bird's beak mask, like the existence of a combination of skinny ghosts and medieval doctors.

If Joe Xiu didn't guess wrong... this is the owner of the foggy space.

"Ghosts? My servants are all over the world, and they will soon swallow you up." He even understood the meaning of Joe.

"Can that please trouble you soon? You haven't found out that there are no monsters on this prairie day?"

Instead of being scared by the ‘gray master’ declaration, Qiao Xiu began to complain that the grassland was too safe.

"You don't regret it."

This strange request of Qiao Xiu made him also have a small meeting, but he seems to regard Qiao Xiu’s speech as a provocation. This sentence disappeared in front of Qiao Xiu after the gray fog.

The **** of order, Loyder, also recovered from the symptoms of headache.

"Are you crazy?" The first thing after her recovery was this, and the sarcasm of Qiao Xiu undoubtedly played a remarkable effect.

The ground began to vibrate slightly, and there were a lot of dark monsters on the grasslands in the distance, at least tens of thousands!

This group of monsters can easily turn a city into ruins if it is placed in reality.

"At the beginning of the war, there were no enemy soldiers on the battlefield... that was too boring."

The next sentence of Qiao Xiu makes Lloyd's affirmation that this guy's head must be broken.

"War, what about your army?"

Loydell can hear from Joe's voice that he has absolute confidence in purifying this foggy space.

"They are already here," said Joe Xiu.

Loyder looked in the direction of Qiao Xiu and looked at the stone gate in the distance.

The door did not know when it had slowly opened.

As Joshua said, at the moment the door opened, Loyder saw a large group of people appearing behind the stone gate.

"You really set up a new army?" Loyder saw a surprised expression on the face of the crowd.

It’s just that she hasn’t been surprised for a long time. Loyd has been pulled by silver yarn to the side of the street at this time.

Because in just a few seconds, this small camp is in a state of overcrowding.

"I... How many years have I slept? There have been so many... heroes of different races?"

Loyder feels that his head is already hurting a bit. Her memory can enter the soul of the world of consciousness, all of which are the most respected heroes in the world.

This kind of existence is very rare, at least in the era of Loyd, her heroes are only more than twenty.

Now don't say twenty in this camp, there are thousands!

"No, they are adventurers... or alliances and tribal warriors." Silver yarn shook her head, she had no time to explain to Loyd, she was surrounded by a group of people.

"Adventurer?"

At this time, Loydle was able to look closely at the group of people who were called adventurers by silver yarn.

The dress on one part of them can be seen as a powerful warrior or mage, but the clothes worn on the other part are completely unknown!

Even Loyder saw a lot of horse heads and cat heads mixed in this pile of people, as well as Tauren, orcs, gnomes...

A lot of ethnic adventurers wandered around Loyd, making Loyd look dazzled.

"What do they want to do!"

Loydell was soon surrounded by heroes, this group of heroes... In Lloyd's view, it was really abnormal.

They are a few times from the side of Loyder, not just jumping, but some people will dance some strange dances... all without any signs.

Loydell really can't use heroes to describe this group of existence in front of him. There is only one question in his mind. Is there a problem with this group of people? ’

"They took us as NPCs." Silver yarn said a little embarrassed to Loydell.

Silver yarn can't deny that these 'artificial gods' from the world's rift have become a powerful fighting force, far more powerful than the sublimated army.

But the problem is that the performance of these 'artificial gods' is very unreliable.

"NPC?" Loyd did not understand what the silver yarn was saying, but she still overheard the arguments of the people around him.

"Why is this NPC point to no dialog?"

"Maybe it's a plot NPC, they seem to be saying something."

"Where to pick up the task!"

‘Black iron long blade, blue quality, 10g one! Anyone wants it? ’

Silver yarn listened to the messy discussions around, and some headaches licked his forehead.