Chapter 2122： Isn't it a lie in the picture album?

Xi looked at Irina, a young and beautiful elf with surprising talent, who had reached the top of Nolan's power.

Among the major races of Nolan Continent, Xi has the best perception of elves.

This is a beautiful, kind-hearted race, yearning for freedom, a very high affinity for nature, and a very high cohesion.

Oh... By the way, this is a record left by observers over a hundred years ago.

After her observation for this period of time, it seems that this is not the case.

Known as the last pure land of Nolan Continent, the Forest of Wind is full of mist.

The inferior hierarchical system of human beings prevailed among the elves, and she even saw elven slaves who were used as beasts and horses.

These things overturned her perception of elves. She pityed those elves who were treated as slaves, but the goodwill for this group was almost exhausted.

The beautiful elves in front of them did not belong to the oppressed elves, but should be the ruling class.

"I am not a god." Xi shook his head slightly.

"Are you here to save the world?" Irina continued to ask.

On the ice sheet that day, the huge luminous object issued a shocking attack that shocked her, and even Cthulhu was shaken back.

"I'm not here to save the world. I have no obligation to do so." Xi still shook his head.

"You should know that I am his wife, so I know everything." Irina smiled slightly and raised a leg. "Since your target is also Cthulhu, then you are here to save the world. Only the real Only the strongest can save the world, we cannot."

McGonagall, who was cutting pork in the kitchen, was ecstatic, and Irina was better than him.

After hearing Irina's words, Xi frowned slightly, as if thinking.

"This is your business." Xi said.

Irina smiled and shook her head: "No, you will appear here, and contact and cooperate with us these low-level existences that you think are ours, which shows that this is not just our business."

Xi straightened up a bit, and looked at the elf before him seriously for the first time.

Irina also suppressed a smile, and said in a low voice: "You may come from the sky or the underground. This is not important to us, just like those gods who leave traces but never really appear. .

What we want is a world that can survive, even if the world has boundaries and upper limits.

So, we can continue to stay in this not-so-rich world, but you have to let us live, even if you just seal those guys up again. "

Xi looked at Irina in silence for a long time, and then said: "I am the limit to which the ancients can help this world, and I must ensure that I will not expose the existence of the ancients."

"According to the requirements, you should no longer be in this world, or there shouldn't be this memory and this conversation now."

"If you are the limit of the ancients, then you can only choose to cooperate with us." Irina leaned back in her chair and smiled.

"I admit, you are my only choice." Xi nodded.

Xi has re-examined Irina in her heart, and dialogue with this woman is more oppressive than McGonagall.

But this also shows that they are indeed good partners, and she doesn't like working with fools.

"If you ancients can't get out of people, maybe you can give out weapons and re-arm all the races of the Nolan continent, let us fight Cthulhu and the demons, and fight a proxy war." McGonagall brought some cold dishes from Coming out of the kitchen, he looked at Xi and said.

"Agent war?" Xi frowned, which was also a new term for her.

However, McGonagall has made an explanation in advance and asked the ancients to provide weapons to arm the various races of the Nolan continent.

"This is not a decision I can make." Xi shook his head.

McGonagall said with a serious face: "I hope you ancients can assess the risk of the various races of the Nolan Continent giving up resistance and eventually becoming the servants of the devil. You should know that the temporary coalition is not reliable, not to mention that there is still between them. Deep hatred."

"I will convey your suggestion." Xi looked at McGonagall and nodded.

"Please enjoy."

McGonagall put down a few snacks and helped Xi open the lid of Moutai.

He didn't have much hope for Xi's promise, after all, this was indeed not a decision she could make.

As for the status of Nolan Continent in the mind of the ancients, he can only test it.

Xi quietly drinks and eats food.

Irina took a wine glass herself, poured a glass of wine, and sat opposite her and drank.

McGonagall glanced at Irina, then stopped talking.

After three cups, Irina began to get drunk, squinted at Xi, and asked with a smile: "What is the life of your ancients? Do you want to eat, sleep, and play Doudou?"

"Who is Doudou? Why hit him?" Xi put down his chopsticks and asked Irina seriously.

"It's Doudou, everyone fights, so just fight." Irina smiled.

"We don't play Doudou." Xi shook his head. They did eat and sleep, but they seemed to lack an interesting exercise.

"Then you all rely on flying when you go out?" Irina asked again, "I still use the teleportation array."

"Choose transportation depending on the distance, but the teleportation array has been eliminated."

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In the kitchen, McGonagall listened to the conversation between the two women without a word, and couldn't help but sigh that the women could have a conversation anyway, even if one of them was drunk.

He knew that Irina was mostly thinking about getting Xi drunk and then talking about it.

However, people can get out of the tavern by drinking a bottle of Moutai and adding a bottle of whiskey.

Just the amount of alcohol Irina poured in those three glasses, didn't you have to fight well?

Not long after, Xi looked at Irina, who was lying on the table, calmly eating drunkard peanuts.

This is a strong smell of meat wafting from the kitchen.

"It smells so good!" Xi's hand stopped, and he looked up in the direction of the kitchen in surprise.

This rich smell of meat was so tempting that she couldn't help swallowing.

This is a scent that is beyond her knowledge, and it is also a scent that she has never smelled in the dungeon, and only the last time the Buddha jumped over the wall can compare with it.

However, compared to the scent of Buddha jumping over the wall that is intertwined with various delicacies, this strong fragrance is more pure, it is the scent of meat, she has already made up in her mind the picture of braised pork cooking in a pot into a bright red appearance.

And her state at this time is like a mermaid who just woke up from the bed, attracted by the sudden fragrance.

"Isn't it a lie in the picture album?"

Xi took a sip from the wine glass and was shocked, and couldn't help but look forward to it.