In the absence of heroes and demigods, Roger gritted his teeth and delayed for an extra quarter of an hour before using his wand to carefully disassemble the remaining nuclear bombs.

The nuclear bomb, which is about four meters long, is split into two pieces of metal that are the size of a mug but extremely heavy.

"Oh, it's heavier than I imagined. Roger, who held the metal block in his hand one to the left and one to the right, leaned forward unprepared.

A tonne of uranium-235 is only 0.5x0.5x0.125 cubic meters, and it is only a small box. In this comparison, you can see how much mass a metal block the size of a mug has.

Of the 60 kilograms of high-concentration uranium-235 in the Little Boy atomic bomb, only about one kilogram was nuclear fission in the explosion, and only 0.6 grams of the material was actually converted into energy, which is equivalent to about 13,000 metric tons of TNT high explosives detonated at the same time.

Roger felt that the two metal bumps in his hands must be very happy if they exploded.

But just then, there was a faint flapping of wings overhead, and the boy rolled his eyes and glanced upward, but found nothing under the cover of the mist. Roger didn't care, he slaughtered a lot of harpies who came out to probe the strange situation around them, and the sound of wings flapping was already familiar to her.

The nuclear bomb is about to be detonated to grow mushrooms on the continent of Kalimdor, and Roger has no interest in paying attention to a few Harpies. He rubbed against the smooth surface of the metal block, his hands snapped together......

But seeing a flash of black light in front of him, a blood crow swooped down and turned into a middle-aged mage wearing a black feather cloak, a staff in his hand, and a beard in front of him.

Roger looked at the figure that suddenly appeared in front of him, and the movement in his hand couldn't help but slow: "This way of appearing is similar to the Chicken Leg Staff (the legendary staff of the Etiyes Guardian, the orange weapon in Warcraft) Guardian Medivan?"

The creature recognized the identity of the person who came by relying on the staff held by the mage. After all, according to the retirement of the family, he can be regarded as a famous person in "World of Warcraft".

The pronunciation of "Medivan" aroused Medivan's curiosity, and he muttered a large number of human lingua franca that Roger didn't understand, but that didn't stop him from grinning excitedly at the mage: "It's really time for you to come, Guardian... Feeling the power of nuclear reflection up close will definitely be very cool for you!"

As he spoke, his hands clasped together in Medivan's puzzled eyes... The blazing white light suddenly lit up, and Roger only felt a heat all over his body, and after a thousandth of a second, he lost all feelings.

A few meters away and within a few kilometers of all the nuclear bombs buried in the earth, the violent nuclear reaction instantly triggered a chain effect, the long-lasting thick fog shrouded in Kalimdor, with the wind mountain of Mogaure as the center, the incandescent light instantly spread to the entire continent one after another, followed by the continuous loud noise that resounded through the sky and the earth and the dark red fire under the cover of water vapor.

It is enough to make people vaporize in an instant, the high temperature radiation vapor of the continental edge of the seawater, the seabed surrounding the continental plate is directly exposed, it takes half a minute before the sea water backs up, the huge and ferocious wave head is more than 100 meters high, the tsunami caused by the super-large range of nuclear explosion slammed on the land, the high temperature after the explosion and the cold sea water met so that the solid land quickly cracked, and under the impact of the tsunami, it caused an uncontrollable land collapse.

The fog churned under the impact of the earth-shattering explosion, but it could not dispel the fog produced by the fusion of the universe, making it impossible to see the scene in the depths of the continent.

Because the mushroom clouds that rose from the explosion converged into a ball, and the gray-black clouds from the sea and sky rose up one after another, like a black cosmic fusion fog that spread thousands of times, and the location of the planet Azeroth belonging to the continent of Kalimdor was completely shrouded in gray-black.

This is a carnival that belongs to Roger alone, and it is also a disaster for the people of Kalimdor and Narnia.

Tens of seconds later, the dust settles on the direct damage caused by the nuclear bomb explosion. The fog did not disperse, and the nuclear dust caused by the explosion obscured the sky, and the original visibility and low environment became even more invisible.

Santa Claus, who did his best to get to the sleigh and drive it to the stratosphere, comforted his panicked reindeer. (Mushroom clouds rise up to the troposphere after a nuclear explosion)

Looking down from a high altitude of dozens of kilometers, the black and gray nuclear dust blocked the view, and the old man rubbed the neck of the reindeer with a gloomy expression, such a large-scale nuclear explosion, almost no living creatures could survive. At least not Narnia.

Among the creatures that don't belong to the World of Warcraft universe now, apart from him and his reindeer, there should be only the little madman who is crawling in the center of the plowed continent of Kalimdor.

However, the bombed earth below covered the ground, and Roger's location had already been torn into a huge pit of nothing, and the big tree that had been leaning against it had been blown away by the roots.

After a long time, a small piece of colorless rotten flesh under the soft soil slowly pushed through the ground.

The pieces of flesh squirmed unconsciously and expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, while the color of the pickled stubble slowly turned bright red, and the white bone stubble grew in an orderly manner in the muscle wrap.

In a short time, a diminutive figure appeared intact in the obscuring nuclear dust and mist.

"Shhhh

However, the visibility of the fog mixed with dust was worse than before, and the old crow Medivan who had eaten two nuclear bombs in front of him was not seen for a long time. After all, no matter how strong the strength is, such a big explosion will probably be swept to Ratchet City (Goblin Harbor, located in the Barrenland) even if it does not die.

The boy simply sat on the ground bare-bottomed, holding his arms and waiting for Santa Claus to come looking for him. Roger now sincerely hopes that the old man can survive, even to face the nuclear explosion and be blown to ashes, he feels that suicide has really become a difficult operation.

Although the high-end forces in World of Warcraft are endless, and there are definitely people who can really kill him, after all, it takes time to die. If the time is too long, because of his existence, the fusion between the two universes has not stopped, and if the fusion goes further, it may cause a vicious circle if the long-distance attack and snipe the "fellow" who was pulled over, then the previous mushroom planting operation will be completely lost.

It was unknown how long it had been since the nuclear explosion, but there was a slight noise overhead, which was easily noticeable in the silence. Roger listened intently, looking up into the depths of the dark mist above.

A sleigh cart pulled by several reindeer rushed down from above, grazing the boy's scalp and falling to the ground in front of him, Santa Claus, who was sitting in the car, holding the reins, his hair and beard in a mess.

"It's still alive, it's good, it's good," Roger patted his ass and got up from the ground.

"Get in the car first, and talk about what you have to say when you leave here. Santa Claus said angrily, listening to the voice should be covering his mouth and nose and speaking: "Not only nuclear radiation, but also the dust makes my deer very uncomfortable." ”

Roger leaned over naked, ignoring the reindeer that were digging on the ground with their hooves, and put his upper body on the edge of the sleigh and stretched out his hand to the old man, saying, "Then give me the compass... Pandora's Box doesn't know where to fly, and it can't resist the baptism of nuclear explosion. ”

Santa Claus did not talk nonsense and gave the compass to the boy with one hand. Roger took the compass and turned to leave, and after dozens of seconds, he quickly ran back with a suitcase.

"Found it, let's go!" Roger flipped into the car, using his compass to identify the humans and beasts from Narnia except for the two of them.

Santa Claus immediately shook the reins when he heard this, and the reindeer, who had become restless, received the order and couldn't wait to jump into the air and drag the sleigh up the mountain.

"How's it going?" asked the old man, seeing that the boy had been fiddling with the compass, and understood what he was doing.

"Nothing went wrong, except that we both damn die," Roger closed the lid of the compass with a relaxed expression, and opened the mud-stained Pandora's box, "Would you like to have some?"

"What's coming..."Santa Claus looked at Roger for some reason, and noticed that the merchant had an extra bottle of intact spirits in his hand: "Vodka......? Forget it, drink it yourself. Roger didn't care, he pulled off the plug and poured a big mouthful of thick nuclear dust, muttering in a low voice: "If only there were ice cubes..."

The old man blinked vigorously, and was in no mood to complain that since this product was stored with wine, why didn't he prepare two more clothes in Pandora's box.

After indirectly burying almost all the creatures on the two continents, Santa Claus can't raise much desire to talk now, while Roger thinks about other things and has no intention of chatting.

So all that remained between the two was the uncomfortable snort of the reindeer and the slight creak of the sleigh.

The car climbed so fast that the floating dust covered Roger's naked body with a thick layer of black ash. When it finally broke out of the fog-covered area, the creature snorted and spewed out two puffs of black smoke.

Unlike the fog and dust, the sky above the continent is clear, and the sun shines on you to feel warm.

Roger tilted his head sideways and poked his head out of the edge of the sleigh to look down, and even though he knew he couldn't see anything, he couldn't help but want to admire the outstanding work he had concocted.

Is it better to call this picture Apocalypse 2, or is it appropriate to call it Wasteland 5?

Not to mention that the fog has dissipated, even the dust that has been raised after the underwriting has disappeared, and the ground directly below is full of mountains and rivers, the forests are lush, and the city buildings of the unknown country are also intact in the distance.

He was stunned for a few seconds before Roger reacted and asked Santa, "Is this Narnia?

"Hmm. Santa Claus answered him coldly.

"Didn't you say that it would take days to travel between the universes, and how did this come back in the blink of an eye?" asked Roger, surprised.

Santa Claus looked at the peaceful and quiet earth below, and reluctantly explained: "The two universes are fused with each other, and in some ways they are already connected, and the process of shuttling is not blocked, it is easy. ”

Roger sighed with joy but a little regret: "I came back too quickly... I thought I might meet a few of the most famous characters in World of Warcraft... But that also means we've stopped this fusion completely, right?"

"Hmm. The Christmas man replied coldly again, with no desire to speak.

Roger turned around and leaned back on the seat of the car, put his hands behind his head and looked up at the clear blue sky, and said in a non-understanding manner: "Since it has been solved, how about you give me a ride?" I am now very interested in the fact that you mentioned earlier about sending me back to the source universe..."

"You want to go back...?" Santa Claus looked at the boy in dismay, "Seriously?"

Roger pointed to his serious face and said, "Look at my face, does this look like a joke?"

"That's the same expression you had when you lied," said Santa Claus, "but weren't you still alive and dead to stay?" he couldn't be more sad by Roger's decision.

"The World of Warcraft universe is violently crashing over, I don't feel at ease if I don't settle it with my own hands for such a big matter... There is still inertia in playing football, and even if I left the attraction at that time, what if the universe came rushing over? Can you shoot it back?" Roger squinted at Santa Claus, and showed no mercy on his lips: "If this takes a year and a half, I don't need to say the consequences." ”

Hearing this, the old man said with a smile: "You think it's ice skating, and it's inertia... That's a whole universe!"

"That's right, it's definitely more difficult for a universe to move and brake again!" the boy nodded vigorously with his arms crossed.

Santa Claus is not ready to continue Roger's nonsense, and if this thing is played, it will definitely be endless.

Therefore, the old man wisely changed the topic: "Then you have decided to leave now, so that this universe will no longer be frequently invaded by other universes?"

"How is that possible... You're thinking too much. Roger sneered: "Now there is no one left in the Narnia continent except for the two of us and these deer, there is no one left who can breathe!As long as I go here before the next fusion, I will slaughter all of them if someone comes, if we go over, you can drive directly and wear it back again, the operation is simple and clear." ”

This time Santa Claus wondered even more: "Then why are you leaving...?"

Roger sighed, his face rarely deepened: "I always thought that I crossed over as a one-way ticket, and I couldn't go back, so I didn't expect to go back." But now that you've driven the return car straight in front of me, I'm ......."

The boy didn't say any more, but his attitude was very clear. Go home!

Santa Claus clenched his fingers on the reins and said very softly, "If, I mean if... When I first met you in Narnia, I told you that I could take you back, would you just go with me?"

"I can't do it~" Roger smiled: "What's the matter, I have to go back and find a way to kill Angel Witch and then come back to you." And didn't you know that I had crossed over at that time?"

As he spoke, he patted the old man on the shoulder: "And the people affected by the cosmic fusion are already dead, you should think like this, 'It's good that no more people died', right?"

"How can it be as easy as you say...... Santa Claus exhaled a long breath, but still barely managed to contain his emotions, and then continued the topic just now: "But I have to remind you that there is no problem with traveling between universes, but the cosmic barrier at the source point is not something my sleigh can pass." Although your soul belongs to the source universe, your physical body is a secondary universe. You may or may not be able to pass through, and the more serious possibility is that your soul, which belongs to the source, is sucked into it and your body is excluded. ”

"You just say that you will die?" Roger waved his hand indifferently: "A one-third success rate is enough." ”

"There won't be so many," Santa Claus shook his head, "and there are many more consequences that I don't even know about." ”

Roger was almost angry: "I can see it, you are reluctant to let me go, are you?" ”

"I'm just telling you the facts. Santa Claus said.

"Nonsense, hurry up and drive! Don't you just want me to get out." Roger rolled his eyes angrily and urged.

His eyes looked at the picturesque scenery on the continent of Narnia far below, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch slightly.

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