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The 'engagement' between the spirits and the pirates never stops for a moment, and perhaps in a few moments, Hayreddin's plan will be launched, and something enough to change the situation for half of Noren will happen...... But even so, Sigma and Sylvania were still chatting in the air, and the topic drifted farther and farther away, even to the point where they had nothing to say...... However, there is always a time when the words are exhausted.

A long silence ensued...... But what lingered in the hearts of the two was only a faint sense of loss.

That kind of nervous mood is like a parting man and woman, who don't know how to get in touch and when they will see each other again.

Sigma broke the silence first, with a hint of weariness in her tone: "Remember, the first thing is to protect yourself...... Yan Ye and Medea are responsible for protecting you, but they will not appear in front of the 'spirit' spirit, and the alien space that can be opened at any time is our secret weapon, which can take you to escape quickly when danger occurs......"

"It's really long-winded." Sifania smiled slightly, "This nagging look is also like a nosy priest...... Then I'll nag a little bit more, remember what I emphasized before, sometimes don't be too macho, some 'female' children do like the feeling of being protected, but that doesn't mean everything, at least some 'female' people like me who don't know how to be cute at all prefer the feeling of fighting side by side, you have to remember it. ”

"I don't think the only 'woman' who can't be idle is you." Sigma didn't have a good breath and said, "This time go to the 'spirit' side, put away your sharp teeth and sharp teeth, don't provoke the other party, and don't worry." [Fast update,Refreshing website pages,Few ads,,I like this kind of website the most,Be sure to praise] Even if this can't be done, I can only blame them for their own bad lives, I still have a way to stop Hayreddin, you take it easy, don't put yourself in it...... If you die, I will be very troubled, and maybe the Midsummer Dynasty will never be at peace in the future. ”

"Don't worry, I'm still far from living enough." Sifania snorted, "However, someone hasn't recovered his memory yet, and he is already very skilled in substituting the horn 'color', and this murderous appearance really has a bit of a necromancer's flavor...... Why, if I'm killed by the 'Spirit', will you raze the island of Summer Twilight for me? ”

"Stinky beauty." Sigma smiled, then whispered, "Imagine it...... It is indeed possible, and the tyrannical and ruinous impulses that are strange to me welled up in my heart, as if that was what I was......"

"But it's just impulse, isn't it? Everyone has both positive and negative sides, hidden in the depths of their hearts, maybe so terrible that they can't face it, but the reason why people are human beings is that they know how to exercise restraint and control...... Necromancers are not great demon kings who want to turn a qiē life into a necromancy, they are actually ordinary people, just like us. Ciffania said softly, "That's the second thing I'm going to nag about...... Don't worry too much, don't be resistant, you're not another personality, you're not another soul, you're Sigma...... Amnesia is just a way to experience another life, not a different person. Your 'sex' personality, your heart's 'sex', your thinking, and your choices all come from the personality forged by the experience of past life years, and the former necromancer Sigma must also be an upright and kind person, I am extremely sure of this......"

In normal times, Sigma would have screamed and shocked and said something like "I was so handsome, handsome, upright and hearty before", but now, he was silent for a moment, and his tone was calm and indifferent: "Thank you...... When I wake up, we can still be friends. ”

Sifania chuckled, "If you don't always stare at the General's 'chest' casually, I think you should be able to." ”

Sigma laughed too.

But the two know it...... While they were talking and laughing, the Death Knights had quietly descended from another dimension to the pirates' cells, bypassing layers of protection and obstacles, and making contact with the 'elf' spirit commander Quislin and the ancient dryad spirit Bauhin, and put a difficult problem in front of them - their trust and choice would determine the fate of this fleet, the fortunes of the Midsummer Dynasty, and even more and more.

The long conversation and small talk between Sigma and Siphanya ended with a sudden sigh from Sigma, and the paladin let out a long sigh, both disappointed and relieved: "Bauhinia will be proud of today for the rest of its life...... This must have been the second time it had chosen to trust me, and I told it that it had saved its country. ”

Sifania's heart also suddenly tightened...... It seems that the Ancient Dryads have gone through a fierce struggle and choice, and finally chose to listen to their inner voice, and they must be able to come up with a sufficient amount of tokens, which will become an important bargaining chip to persuade the 'Elf' Fleet to agree to Sigma's plan, and deal a fatal blow to Hyreddin.

"Next, I'm going to work out a more complete plan with you, Quislin, and others." Sigma said slowly, "When the 'elf' spirit side sends 'elf' troops to conduct large-scale airborne operations, our side and the 'elf' spirit captives must respond at the same time, and only in this way can we achieve the greatest results...... The draft is already there, you, prepare it well, and I'll talk to Quislin and them. ”

The magic in the air was dispelled, the gathered qi elements quickly escaped, Medea withdrew the magic power that was running, and Sigma's will was gone...... The Death Knight looked up, only to find that Sylvania, who had been speaking in an indifferent tone and with a calm expression, had quietly turned away, and the adjutant was crouched on the ground, silent, and her soul exuded a low and negative "spirit" and "wave" - this is probably called the emotion of sadness.

She was a little strange: "...... What happened to you? ”

Ciffania's voice sounded a little stalking, she seemed to be crying, and muffled, "What do you know......"

Where Medea couldn't see, a tear slipped from Sylvania's eyes and dripped onto the sand, and she silently shed a tear, but she 'revealed' a self-deprecating smile.

It's ridiculous...... I advised him not to be afraid, persuaded him that he was the necromancer Sigmar, persuaded him that this was just another life, that he was not a false personality, but that I was most afraid of me, that it shouldn't have been......

But I can't help but imagine...... If after he regained his memory, the deep and dead breath of the undead replaced the scorching sun, and he looked at me with the same lazy gaze as before, or with the indifference that I was unfamiliar with? When I think of the possibility of the latter, I want to cry inexplicably...... Sigmar, that silly smile, is it a fake under the Light, or is it what you have always been......