It was only when Roland witnessed the so-called gray-white storm that he finally understood what the undead meant by "being unable to pass through".

That's a storm that isn't enough to describe it thoroughly. There is nothing wrong with calling it a Holocaust.

That's a scale that can only be described as a natural disaster. The intensity of the storm would make one wonder if this place is still alive.

The shrill whistling sound was like a thousand ghosts marching out, and even the people around him couldn't hear the words.

Roland and Chrissy were still hundreds of meters away when they felt their bodies being pulled violently.

Even if Roland's strength attribute is not strong, he is close to the supreme spire level, and he has already surpassed the level of mortals. But even so, he was shaken by the terrible hurricane, and it was difficult to move forward.

Not only Roland himself, but also the transparent barrier beneath his feet shook violently.

That's right—the crystal wall that had been sublimated from the ancient art of making crystal coffins and could withstand an attack from the Lord of the Sword Throne was shaking violently under the storm at the moment, emitting a terrible hum, as if it might burst open at any moment.

Roland now finally understood that it was not only their excuse that the undead were not coming, but that they were indeed not able to get by.

The humming and roaring hurricane, not to mention the fragile bodies of the undead, I am afraid that even the pure-blooded dragons will not be able to pass through it intact when they come here.

If this is seen as a trap or some kind of hindrance, it would not be an exaggeration to say that it is aimed at the golden species.

No, the key question is......

"How did such a strong hurricane come into the barrier?"

Roland frowned, and asked Chris next to him loudly against the wind, "Is there anything in here?" ”

Chrissy on the side was also full of confusion.

Not to mention Roland, even she doesn't understand what the principle is.

Even if there are indeed a few goblin research institutes inside, this level of destructive weapon is definitely not something that those goblins will research, and even if it is really researched, it will undoubtedly be destroyed.

But Roland on the side was really at a loss.

He remembered very well that when the original Elukado came to Elcat, there was absolutely no gray-white storm.

Once a storm of this magnitude appears, the whole of Elcat can't hide. At that time, players who chose the plot line of the Pale Silver Seal were bound to go crazy on the forums.

In other words, this is the change caused by Roland. After the demon was destroyed by Roland alone...... Or rather, the future of the world has flown to unpredictable places even earlier.

-- It's better.

Roland looked at the storm and swallowed the words that had just come to his lips again.

From his point of view, he is happy to see this new thing appear. Because it means that he really changed the world, and not just ended the future catastrophe early.

Although this will undoubtedly make Roland lose the ability to control the future...... But so what?

No matter what happens, the future is unlikely to get worse. At worst, return to the path of destruction...... But that would be the same result as any failure of Roland's choice.

Victory or death - this level of consciousness, Roland has already done it.

Even now, Roland has lost the protection and blessing of the Sleeping Mentor and the Eye of Aum, and can only rely on his own strength.

And he's not alone.

"Chrissy, let's go back first."

Roland took one last deep glance at the gray-white storm and engraved its appearance in his mind.

Then he said, "Let's go back first—"

"Go find Oletta. I have something to ask him. ”

"Oleta, what are you doing here?"

The petite green-haired girl looked at the lich in confusion, "Why do you suddenly have to pack your things?" ”

"No, I'm actually looking for something."

The bone frame wrapped in a loose black robe said indifferently: "The transaction record from about five months ago. ”

“…… Transaction history? Is there anything wrong with the transaction history? ”

Serena tilted her head, kicked her little boots, and struck Oletta's ribs danglingly: "Five months? Is there anything wrong with a deal with Victor? ”

"No, before that......"

Oletta paused, and whispered a mantra.

Immediately, Serena's expression became dazed, she muttered something in her mouth, and her whole body lost strength at a speed visible to the naked eye.

She finally reacted, reached out and hugged the head of Oleta next to her, and then fell asleep as soon as her eyes closed.

Moments before Serena was about to fall off Oletta's shoulder, Oleta gently reached out to catch the sleeping leprechaun steadily, walked to the room, put her on the bed, and covered her with a quilt.

Seeing the petite green-haired girl clumped together on the bed, there was no trace of distress or sorrow on her delicate little face, and the flames burning in the depths of the old lich's eyes couldn't help but become much gentler.

There is a difference of dozens of times in age between them, and the feelings between each other are closer to family affection than love.

Oleta sees Serena as a daughter or granddaughter, and Serena sees Oleta as the only person she can rely on. The feelings between them are far more complex and heavy than those of ordinary people.

The relationship between the immortal species and the short-lived species will either not happen, and once it happens, it will inevitably be unforgettable.

Oleta knew very well that in another thirty or forty years, Serena would grow old and die. And at that time, Oleta will not change in the slightest, and even the bones on her body will not be replaced.

However, even so, he is sure that he is in love with Serena.

"Serena ......"

Oleta muttered, staring at her fixedly.

He was about to stretch out his rotten yellow hand bones to caress Serena's cheek, but he stopped halfway through, and his whole body froze slightly.

"Oleta, where do you want to escape?"

Roland's calm voice sounded behind him.

The old lich paused, and replied in an equally calm voice, "Flee to a place of final destruction......

"Oletta!"

Before he could finish speaking, the Countess of Bloodthroat muffled his voice with an almost angry rebuke: "Are you going to betray Elcat!" ”

"No betrayal," Oleta sighed deeply, "I've never been from Elcat. ”

"I know. You are a member of the White Tower, a disciple of Merlin, and a former keeper of secrets. ”

Roland grabbed in front of Chrissy and said in a deep voice, "Wise as you are, you must know what the storm is all about, right?" ”

"Your Majesty, I think there must be more than that."

Oleta turned and turned her eyes dancing with flames at Roland: "But it doesn't matter what the truth is...... This world will eventually be destroyed by twilight. No one is immune......"

Hearing this, Roland's pupils shrank.

There is nothing wrong with this sentence in itself. The point is that Roland finally understands what the real problem is with Oletta!

“…… Oletta," Roland interrupted, his eyes fixed on the age-looking lich, "Is it on you to copy the Book of Ten Thousand Laws?" (To be continued.) )