"Thunderstorm" doesn't seem to be a professional with a habit of carrying valuable money around at all times, or at least when he's in his own place of residence and lets his guard down, this guy doesn't like to never take off seven or eight storage rings like a punk would treat them as if they were part of his body, so when Dietburn hurriedly escaped from the surprise attack of the enemy, he really had nothing left on him except a few tattered clothes.

Not only did the poor legendary warlock lose what little savings he had, he also lost the magic crystal card that the "guild leader" had given him, and in fact until now Dieter himself had worn clean clothes that Keisha Noah had taken from a minister in the palace, and his robe, which was sewn from legendary materials, was no longer wearable due to the erosion of the Morning Star's laws.

So if Mr. "Thunderstorm", who was wearing ill-fitting clothes at the moment, wanted to get in touch with the "president" urgently, then he would have to ask the "plague box" for advice.

"How's it going, is there a response............ Speaking of which, it has been nearly 30,000 years since the last meeting of His Excellency "President", and as a result, our retaliation has not made any substantive progress so far, and the Pantheon has already taken the lead in attacking, and I hope that these things are also under the control of the crown of the Solar Blazing."

Shaking his soft palm hard, Dieter, who couldn't feel the slightest strength from his soul, could be described as anxious and helpless.

He was an ambitious warlock professional, otherwise he would not have joined the "Executors" without hesitation, but now the harvest brought to him by a turbulent era is not the large wealth he originally envisioned, but a serious injury on the verge of death, this feeling of being powerless because of weakness is really easy to make people feel depressed.

However, the emotions do not affect the course of the real world, in fact, the situation imagined by the legendary warlock is very beautiful compared to the real world.

Because it only took a few seconds, Keisha Noya, who had just taken out her magic crystal card to contact her "top boss", opened her eyes wide, put down the card in her hand in surprise, turned her head and said to Dietburn:

"This ...... What the hell is going on?, "President," didn't respond, but why didn't Mr. "Whisper of Destruction" and "Instant Kill Gun" react to the message I sent?"

“............ No response? How could it be? Now is the most urgent juncture"!

Mougins sat up straight, his pupils constricted sharply, and the legendary warlock only felt as if he had been hit on the head with a mallet, and his scalp was numb.

He didn't know why the only two Morning Star Professionals among the "Executors" had lost contact at this juncture, but he knew that without the help of the Strong, everything would be over for him.

The strength of the half-bucket of water in the "Plague Box" is not enough to deal with the Morning Star Priest, and he is even more of an oil bottle that needs to be protected when he loses his ability to fight!

"We don't have time to wait stupidly, it won't be long before that damn Morningstar priest finds this little plane, before that we have to take the initiative to go to the Hatak Plains on the Faeron plane to find Mr. Whisper of Destruction's magic tower for refuge, hurry up and get out Keisha Noah, what are you waiting for?"

Moving his limbs vigorously to try to leave the stone platform, the depths of the pupils of the "thunderstorm" who persistently told his thoughts were full of determination as if he were at home.

However, at this time, some indecisive "plague boxes" have not yet made up their minds.

Psychologically, the girl mage doesn't trust a legendary warlock who is not even an acquaintance, but the feeling of being disconnected from the core members of the legendary organization is very disturbing, so Kaisha Noah, who doesn't know what to say now, is actually in an embarrassing state of not being able to make up her mind.

She didn't know if she should follow Dietburn's advice. And she always felt that the idea of seeking refuge in the "Whispers of Destruction" was a bit ............ Not very stable?

"Wait...... Wait a minute, have you really figured it out?Are we really going to seek protection from that monster with the title of "Legendary Killer"?Although he shouldn't have taken us away and made us test subjects because of the rules of the "President", ...... But it's a Morning Star spellcaster, and he's an adventurer active in the multiverse, so it's a little different from a talkative hermage like me, so isn't it a bit ............ for us to go to him?"

"It's boring to look for yourself, to be self-righteous, to throw yourself into the net, to kill yourself?"

The Plague Box didn't know how to describe her current mood and attitude, she just instinctively didn't want to have anything to do with the eerie spellcaster who was forever hooded and had a gaze that could freeze the soul.

You know, when she participated in the meetings of the "executors" before, she always controlled her projection as much as possible away from the hazy images of punk.

But now.........

"Why don't we go find Mr. Instant Kill Gun, I think he should be a little more talkative, hey?"

A smile appeared on the self-aware atmosphere, and Keisha Noah, who looked obviously unnatural, was trying to solve the problem in a different way.

God knows that just a few hours ago, the "Plague Box", which thought that she could hide in this small corner of the multiverse, carefully grilled fragrant honey bread, but in the blink of an eye, the "little proprietress who enjoyed a peaceful life" was about to leave her hometown and embark on the road of escape, such a huge gap even made Keisha Noah have a feeling of "unreality", and she wondered if she had fallen into some kind of incredible sleep.

However, the legendary powerhouse will not fall asleep for no reason, so the girl mage does not dream, and there is only a cruel and cold reality in front of her.

"I also think that the swaggering Morning Star Warrior is more suitable to be defected, but unfortunately, he is not as well-known as Whisper of Destruction, and it is not known where he lives, or do you know where Mr. Bizardas lives?"

Asking about the "Plague Box" in a faint tone, Dietburn, whose face was pale, looked extremely tired.

Faced with the question of her nominal subordinate, Keisha Noya, who couldn't answer it, could only shake her head in embarrassment............

"Since I don't know what else to say, how can I pick and choose this kind of thing?"