When killing becomes an excuse, all order is destroyed. Sean Ferrie II.

The two sides are 35 to 3 in numbers, and there is an extreme imbalance in numbers, but they are similar in strength.

But whether it was Erwin, who was elected as the leader of the camp, or Sean, who was followed by Clestian, they would not have thought that the current situation was so urgent.

is different from the mysterious place where the two are located, and the rest of the mysterious places have long been in good shape, and there are not a few who have won or lost.

Each Mystic Lands has five eventual winners, and the vast majority of the victors in the thirty-two Mystical Lands that have ended their battles and decided their winners are members of the Wastelands.

It is said that the vast majority, and the only winning camp force is only under Calder's careful arrangement, the strongest John and Mona are arranged together, and they successfully qualify.

Why Erwin, Tracy, and Vidien were scattered, I'm afraid only Calder knows.

Chrystian placed Sean flat near the Abyssal Pool, as if he had completed a major task, and sat cross-legged in place, looking at the place that was all too familiar.

Is it the bad taste of the people behind it, or is it just that the people who designed the mysterious place are just lazy.

Aside from a few details that are different from the Wastelands, such as the deep valley and the existence of the "Great Demon King", when Chrystian first arrived, he thought he was back in the cage where he was imprisoned.

If it weren't for some comparison of details, Clestian would probably have destroyed the Abyss Pool.

The surface of the corroded ground was crushed, as if the living earth had healed again.

Chrystian sighed, lamenting that everything was still like that.

He wants to go out into the world, he comes from there, he wants to go back there.

But after many years, he can't remember the reason why he went to the outside world.

He only understands that the last wish in his heart is to be able to do it again and again

Unable to remember, Chrystian shook his head, the thousand years of being locked up in the middle of nowhere, it seemed as if a long time had passed, and many things had happened.

But when he thought about it, nothing happened, he was still stuck in the time of a thousand years ago, and nothing had changed.

Looking at Sean as he fell into a deep sleep due to fatigue, Chrystian looked around to make sure nothing unusual would disturb the upstart.

People with great power will always be regarded as leaders, and this is something that Clestian agrees with.

Relying on Sean's strength to lead him to victory, even if he becomes Sean's subordinate, Chrystian is not unacceptable, his purpose is just to get out.

Why go to the outside world, Clestian thinks, you will know when you go.

After arranging for the five pig-headed men who went to the dead before, and the three scumbags who didn't know where they died, Chrysti calculated that in fact, there was not much strength on her side.

"I don't know when you'll recover."

Chrystian was worried, in addition to himself and Sean who stayed in the corrosive ground, there were also two blue fat men who stayed with Sean, but now he didn't know where that guy was, if he could join them, it would be better to arrange a strategy against the enemy.

"It's better to ask for others than for yourself, and see what is worth using"

Thinking of this, Chrystian couldn't guess when Sean would wake up and when he would return to his original strength, "I just hope that this place has not changed much from the barren land." ”

Chrystian looked around on the corrosive ground, and if his idea was correct, then, even Shaw

Eun didn't wake up, and he could hold the land, provided that the people behind the creation of the mysterious land did copy the situation of the barren land.

One swamp, two organs, three abysses.

As Clestian thought, the good news was that there was a lot to be taken advantage of, and the bad news was that the killer features that were more suitable for him were missing.

Even the little tricks he had done to the barren land before couldn't be transferred.

The difficulty is a big increase.

"There are too few things to use, let's just count the forty people on the other side, kill half of the pit, if there are still twenty people left, can you drag him until he wakes up?"

Chrystian secretly determined the plan, and the forces on the other side, he knew.

Such a mechanism can only block the opposite side for a while, and with a lot of back-ups, he can't guarantee that all forty people will be blocked out of the corrosive ground.

Next, all that is needed is for Sean to wake up and expect him to be in good shape to face the enemy's attack.

Chrystian looked at his hand, he didn't want to, and didn't want to use his hole cards.

"Becoming a human body has changed back, but there is no other millennium changing back."

After making all the preparations, Chrystian was about to return to the abyss pool to check on Sean's situation when a blurry figure caught his attention.

The confused figure is not blurred because the line of sight is blocked, but the situation in that place.

"A familiar scene, a weak point in space"

Chrystian looked at this scene, and a feeling of meeting arose spontaneously.

Walking forward, the blurred figure seemed to see the guest coming, showing a big smile.

"Triple chin"

Chrystian suddenly realized, isn't this the three-layer chin man who claims to be absolutely fair in the trade

Chrystian recalls seeing the man with a three-tiered chin, and gets a very useful prop from him.

"It's rude, it's a four-layer chin"

The smile was a little awkward, and the man known as the three-layer chin man showed his figure, and Chrystian looked at this scene, and sure enough, it was this guy.

Although I don't know where this guy came from, there are a lot of good things in the three-layer chin man.

The green bean-like "big eyes" try to widen, and the "four-chin man" tries to show his anger in protest against the rudeness of being called wrong again and again.

"Look, one, two, four, it's a four-layer chin here, little old man, are you with that rude boy, you're with that impudent boy"

"Four-layer chin," the man asked, pointing to Sean, who was lying near the abyssal pool.

Chrystian nodded cooperatively, well, he was with Sean, no problem. Although they haven't yet discussed whether Chrystian is allied with Sean or as Sean's subordinate, after all, Chrystian was imprisoned by Sean not long ago and is tightly bound.

"I knew it, I knew it"

After the "four-layer chin" man received an affirmative answer from Chrystian, he also understood the reason why the little old man in front of him called himself wrong, not a type of person who couldn't walk together.

He was heavily cleatically clarestian, from head to toe, meticulously.

Chrystian understands the "four-chin" man's approach, and this man will squeeze every gold coin out of the customer's wallet.

It's like I've been in contact with him before, but

A smile appeared on Chrystian's face, which made the "four-chin" man look puzzled, and in his impression, this was the first time he had seen this little old man.

However, the smile of this little old man made him feel cold behind him.

"It's so cold"

The "four-layer chin" man wanted to find a warm dress, but unfortunately, he couldn't find it.

It was the first time he missed his former quilt so much, in the warm and cold business field, only that quilt could bring him real warmth and care for his cold heart.

"Sir, have we met?"

"Four-layer chin" the man couldn't help but ask, he couldn't stand the look in Chrystian's eyes when he looked at him, the kind of look that wanted to skin him alive.

It made him feel even colder, and he missed even more the sheets that had been wrapped around him and accompanied him to do countless business.

"Well, yes."

Chrystian smiled and nodded, it was him, since the barren land was closed, he had never seen a "four-layer chin" man, what good things could he get from a "four-layer chin" man this time.

Not impressed.

The "four-layered chin" man looked at the Chrystian carefully, never remembering where he had seen the old man.

Shaking his head, the "four-layer chin" man was not entangled, and put on that "kind" smile, "That old man, is there anything you need?"

Business is business, this is an eternal tradition, how can it be bothered by a little thing.

"I've got everything here, you need it, I'll find it."

With an expectant gaze, the "four-layered chin" man stared at Chrystian, and customers who didn't need it couldn't find him.

The "four-chin" man never worries about customers robbing him, which is why he doesn't bother with whether he has seen a Chrystian or not.

The battlefield was a good place, where he found a home and a way to do business.

As long as he is in the battlefield, he doesn't have to worry about being targeted by people with a heart because of the high quality of the goods, after all, the rules are not vegetarian, and the big guy on the head is not just watching.

This is the confidence of the "four-layer chin" man, and it is also the backer.

"Well, I need it"

Chrystian thought for a moment and gave out many names.

There are the cheapest branches, and there are expensive trench coats.

Different props, different uses, and different combinations.

The more the "four-layer chin" man heard the name of the product that Clestian said, his heart was no longer joyful for buying a large amount of gold coins, and gradually turned to worry.

He was skeptical, wondering.

He must have seen Chrystian, and Chrystian knew him well, after all, he hadn't updated his merchandise in years.

Only a few pieces were added, and although he loved gold coins, he had a madman's obsession with the quality and quality of his goods.

"Calculate how much"

Chrystian breathed a sigh of relief, and was a little tired of saying so much in one breath, but with these props, he had a greater grasp of holding the Abyss Pool of the Corrosive Land.

If the strength is not enough, the money will be made. Chrystian didn't want to go back to the way he used to be, and his obsession didn't allow him to do so.

"Well, a total of 168,000 gold coins, thank you for your patronage"

Although there was some hesitation, how could the "four-layer chin" man let go of this opportunity to make a lot of money and quickly quoted the price.

"Well, that's wrong."

"Well, 168,000, that's right."

"Forty-two thousand gold coins, how"

"How could you"

The "four-layered chin" man watched as Chrystian took off his old skin, his chest rising and falling.

"It's you, thief"