Chapter 1362： It’s not necessarily death that will never sleep forever.

The flaming magma erupted from the crater and rushed into the sky. It was like a fiery dragon rising into the sky, illuminating half of the sky.

"Yan Long Chongtian, the Holy Fire is now, my family is Daxing!"

The elder's voice shook and shouted.

"See the king of lava!"

The lava demon was also staring at the magma rising from the sky, watching Sargeras, who was holding the lava fire, and walking slowly down the magma, shouting loudly on one knee.

"From today, the Lava Devils officially changed their name to the Burning Legion!"

Sargeras lifted the sacred fire above his head, and a fiery red fire rose up. A drop of golden red magma dripped from the flame, drifting to the lava demon half-squatting on the ground, falling into their eyebrows. In their eyebrows, they turned into a mountain-shaped flame sign, as if a layer of shackles had been erased. The rolling lava quickly flowed on their bodies, making them easier than ever.

"Burning Legion!"

"Burning Legion!!"

"Combustion Legion!!!"

The lava demons stood up and shouted through the island.

......

Alfred and Simmons had the same message, as if they had wings, they spread quickly and let the Devil Islands shake.

The patriarchs of the two top ten strong families died at the same time, whether they were killed or really died. Such things have not happened in the past 100 years, and the shock brought by them is more than the killing of the former emptiness ancestors. Strong.

The Abyssal Demon and the Flame Devils have entered the state of readiness. After a small-scale battle in the West Point Island, the two sides convened a large number of people and ready to invest in large-scale battles.

A terrible storm is brewing.

At the juncture of the peace talks, if the Abyss demon and the Flames first start the war, the Devil's position in the peace talks may change.

The Abyssal Demon and the Flame Demon are all fanatical war advocates, trying to promote ethnic warfare, and hope that they can gain a leading position in this war.

This night, there are many devils on the Devil's Islands who can't sleep at night.

......

After the wash, McGonagall lay back on his bed, closed his eyes and began to see the rewards he received after killing Alfred.

The first is the title of ‘base guardian’. McGonagall is not sure what the use of this thing is, probably about the same name as the good guy card.

What really appeals to McGonagall is the opportunity to ask questions about a confidential issue.

"System, how can this opportunity be used? Can I ask any questions at random? For example, are you my own?" McGonagall raised his eyebrows.

"Although the host is a father, I am definitely not a host!" The system is strict.

"This way, OK, it will be called Dad." McGonagall nodded.

"No, the host is not the father of this system, this system is not the host's own, this system is only because the host appears!" The system is somewhat irritated.

"You see, this is not the conclusion that there is a chicken before you have an egg. From a causal relationship, I am still your father." Meg smiled.

"There is a debate about whether there is a chicken or an egg first. So far, there is no definitive answer. If we judge this, from some arguments, this system may be the host's father."

"Oh, without me, there would be no you, but without you, I am still me. So, system, do you think you are a father or a son?" McGonagall smiled a little.

"Dad." The system blurted out.

"Hey." McGonagall nodded with satisfaction.

"Well, let's talk about this confidential level question. What kind of problem can be counted as a confidential level?" McGonagall asked.

"Under the cognition of the world, secrets that are not known to most people will be classified as confidential. Once exposed, these secrets may have some unpredictable effects on the world, so shield the host. The system is also in a limited state of cooking," the system replied.

If Meg is thoughtful, human beings still have secrets. It is not surprising that there are secrets in the world that are not known. Many of them are bound by the big races.

"The host killed the base destroyer Alfred, won the title of the base guardian, and got a secret level question, will have the opportunity to get the answer from the secret library, the opportunity is rare, please host the opportunity to cherish."

"That is, this may be a secret that you can't even touch?"

"Yes."

McGonagall got a positive answer from the system and fell into thinking. Although he has been learning the knowledge of the world from books in the past six months, and knowing the world through countless books and history, he has many doubts about the world.

For example, what kind of world is the Nolan continent before the start of the ethnic war?

Why did Landiste sink? Why didn't you be able to leave a record in the history books?

What exactly is the devil who signed an agreement with Alfred?

......

One problem has flashed through his mind, all the problems he wants to know, but he has no way of knowing.

"I want to know what kind of monk is pulling me into the stone space?" McGonagall tangled for a while and finally chose this question.

The strange stone statue, the dark fog that appeared in the forest of the wind, the devil islands, and the monks who appeared in the stone statue space made McGonagall feel uneasy.

Unknown fear made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"It is not necessarily death that will never sleep, and the undead souls who have experienced singularity will die."

With a burst of old-fashioned typewriters, a black line of words appeared in McGonagall's mind.

McGonagall whispered, his brows wrinkled, and the words seemed familiar.

The typewriter's voice stopped, and the line of writing gradually dissipated.

"I remembered this passage from Abdullah Alhasad's "Book of the Dead"." Meg's eyes lit up and suddenly remembered the source of the passage, but looked at the handwriting that had been completely dissipated. And frowning again: "However, what does this passage have to do with this question?"

The secret library did not give another answer.

"This is over? System, you are a pothole." McGonagall stunned. There was a feeling of being played. In order to kill Alfred, he racked his brains and succeeded after a series of operations. The killing of the result, in exchange for such an unclear words, but also from a book on the earth.

"The secret library has been re-closed and the host has no permission to ask questions again," the system replied.