"If you want me to die, you'll be like-minded partners!" Jacob looked like he was about to blow up his lungs.

"How can you say that you are going to die?" Charlotte pointed to herself, "Look, how can I accompany you if you die?" ”

"You're a legend now, but I'm still a master!Since you've pulled me into the gang, why don't you give me a chance to break through the legend too?" Jacob got angry at the mention of this, "And don't think I don't know, you guy can also use time and space spells! You can run away whenever you want!"

"My disciples are still here, where can I escape?, besides, it's not that we don't want to give you time to break through the legend, you also know that those escaped villains alone won't attract attention for long, and we have to race against time to win. Charlotte still smiled humbly and explained to him earnestly.

Jacob, who has always been enthusiastic and chattering, rolled his eyes, didn't bother to talk to Charlotte, glared at the dead fish and said, "Then can you look at me sincerely and tell me that we are not bait?"

Charlotte smiled, looked at Jacob sincerely, and said, "We're not bait. ”

"......" Jacob was silent for a moment, and then said angrily, "You can only lie to a three-year-old child!!"

"Okay Jacob, you also said that you can't trust Malthus, and in addition to considering that Claire, who holds Iger's scepter, is the most threatening, you should also have considered that if you don't join the alliance between Malthus and Simon, you will put yourself in a difficult situation, right?"

“……”

"But if Claire really fails, how can you deal with yourself as the last of your power and strength? Will you be kicked out of the game by Malthus and Simon first, or will you join forces with someone to defeat the other side first, and then be devoured by the other party? No matter how you calculate it, the risk of you trading time for compromise is too great. ”

“……”

"We're different, and you can count on us. At the very least, Claire and I are not the kind of guys who cross the river and tear down bridges. You are welcome to challenge yourself to claim the throne with your own abilities, not their intrigue. After all, the Root Throne is not something that anyone with the power can sit on. Isn't it?"

"Don't say it! I'm already on the thief ship anyway, and if I don't agree, I'll die, and if I promise, there will be a chance of life. Jacob rubbed his brow with a headache, "I'll be honest, Charlotte. You and I are not children anymore, and now any trust and companionship are fake, although I have heard of your reputation, but I don't know you as a person. ”

"So what?" Charlotte retracted her false smile.

"So, even if you don't tell me the real plan, I can guess a thing or two. "I can cooperate with you, but you remember, I will not sacrifice myself for your plan if things don't go well." In the same way, I don't mind if you don't have a good situation. But believe me, even if your ability to escape is definitely the best in the multiverse, my turtle will definitely start before you. Okay?"

Charlotte didn't think about it at all, and stretched out her hand and said, "It's okay!"

The two shook hands, and Charlotte said sincerely, "I find that I kind of like you guy!"

"Come on, I'm not a man!" Jacob shook his hand again and again, and then looked at Vivian and Lolita behind Charlotte, "Of course, if it's two lovely mage ladies, then it's a different story!"

Vivien didn't bother to pay attention to him, and turned her head away. Leonard frowned unhappily, while Lolita was more direct, smiling enthusiastically and revealing her cute tiger teeth, "Get out!"

Jacob was not annoyed, and became a grinning optimist again, "It's not cute! ”

"Do the work, Jacob. Charlotte smiled at him with a sinister aristocratic smile.

Jacob spread his hands, turned around and tiptoed the Scourge Knight Nowell on the shoulder, "It's up to you, brother!"

Nowell's eyes lit up for a moment, like a human rolling his eyes, he took a cloak from the death knight behind him and threw it at Jacob, and then looked at Charlotte.

Charlotte looked at Jacob's cloak, which was dusty, with traces of peeling lines on the corners, and she didn't know how many years it hadn't been cleaned. He smiled and waved his hand, signaling that he had stock here.

Nowell ignored the crowd and ordered the Death Knight behind him, "Get ready!"

"Can he talk?" asked Lolita, changing into her cloak.

"Of course they can speak. Jacob choked a few times as he answered the question, and it seemed that the dust on the cloak was really enough, "Although I didn't talk much before, I was not as silent as I am now, and I used to talk to him a lot. I just don't know when I don't want to say a word for a day. Alas—"

Jacob shook his head and sighed with a sigh of embarrassment.

Charlotte's apprentice looked at Nowell's tall and mighty back, and always felt that the back of the legendary Scourge Knight had a bit of a sad color.

Nowell asked the Death Knights to line up, and soon the knights on the Bone Horse were lined up in four columns and ready to go. As can be seen from the tandem formation, this is not a formation for knights to charge in groups. Charlotte wasn't surprised, their original plan wasn't to hit the Abomination Lands head-on.

What really surprised Charlotte was the discipline of the Death Knights, after Nowell gave the order, in just three minutes, a team of five hundred Death Knights was lined up, compared to the Royal Knights of Erosa and the Knights of the Rose, their array was more neat and square. It looks like a giant controlled by a will, not a group of organizations with their own minds.

Charlotte fought against the Scourge of the Dead in the San Lorenzo Empire, and the Scourge at that time was not so much a legion as a group of ants who were not afraid of life and death, and although they were tireless and fearful, they were undisciplined. But seeing Nowell's Death Knights Legion today has refreshed Charlotte's concept, and the previous subconscious contempt for the Soul Seat has disappeared without a trace, replaced by a fear of this huge organization lurking in the far north.

The Death Knights, led by Nowell, began to advance into the interior of the Abomination, and Charlotte led his men into it, one by one putting on their cloaks and bowing their heads to help the Death Knight lead the bone pony in a subservient manner.

"Let's go, be careful, don't talk nonsense, lest you show your stuff! Say okay first, if something goes wrong, I won't be responsible, don't blame me for running away when the time comes!"

As he followed the procession, Jacob whispered to Charlotte.

Charlotte's apprentice had a question mark on her face and rolled her eyes back at him. Nowell, who was riding on the Nightmare in front of him, turned his head and glared at Jacob coldly, finally speaking to Jacob for the first time.

"Shut up!"

Jacob grinned and made a zipper gesture toward Nowell, finally closing the chattering mouth.

The group stepped on a place of abomination like a green fungus blanket.