"An acquaintance! I am an acquaintance! Open the door quickly!"
Outside the wizarding world, he beat hard for a while.
I found that the thing in front of me was a little hard, and I probably wouldn't be able to pry it open for a while.
Orshka immediately felt deeply unlucky.
If he had been a few seconds earlier, he would have been able to squeeze in and meet his old acquaintances.
After all, I haven’t seen you for many years and I miss you very much.
I have been a security guard at the Heart of Silence Academy for a hundred years.
I don’t know how many of my old acquaintances from those days are still alive. Some of them who made me unhappy also took the opportunity to kill them.
At the moment, facing this thing blocking the road, Orshiga is not completely helpless, but she has to make some big noise.
According to his hunch, if he really wants to do that, the plane consciousness will arrange for him to strengthen the group of strong men and carry out a cross-space attack.
Therefore, after carefully considering the choice, he chose to turn around and leave.
Although the wizarding world cannot be entered, according to the marks he left back then, there are still many acquaintances wandering around in other worlds.
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Half an hour later.
At the edge of a certain battlefield, the white-haired Hawthorne was in charge of logistics work, mobilizing supplies for various places.
As the former dean of the Silent Heart Academy.
Ever since he was left with permanent sequelae by a sixth-level psyker two thousand years ago, his strength has been like a large dam that keeps releasing water, and he has never returned to its peak.
Therefore, I am no longer suitable for going to the front line and have been responsible for logistics work.
In the room, after communicating with his subordinates through the communicator, Hawthorn just wanted to mobilize the internal data of the tower spirit.
The tower spirit suddenly reminded him that there was something abnormal in the room.
Subconsciously, Hawthorn began to gather his strength.
At this time, a somewhat familiar voice entered his ears:
"You've become such a mess..."
The words are very rough and have a familiar feeling.
He turned around and looked over, and saw a red-haired figure in a red robe taking wine from his wine rack.
Seeing the other party's casual movements as if he had entered his own home, and the familiar red hair, a name instantly appeared in Hawthorn's mind.
.
After all, it left a deep impression back then.
Among the beings he has come into contact with, there are many people with psychological problems, but Orshika is the only one whose personality can be freely converted between a mental patient and a normal person.
Now that he knew who the other party was, Hawthorne's nervous mood relaxed slightly.
It's not Orshiga whom he trusts very much.
But according to his understanding, in his current state, the probability of surviving from the opponent's hands is half.
There is still some survival rate.
After Hawthorn sighed slightly, he couldn't help but ask:
"Who summoned you?"
Orshiga picked a bottle of wine at random, bit the top of the bottle in one bite, chewed the cork and the bottle slowly and said:
"What you said is so heartless.
Back then, I worked for your college for a hundred years, can’t I just come back and take a look occasionally?"
While talking, he drank the wine in his hand.
Eat it like jelly.
The wine that was originally liquid, even if the bottle is broken, still stays where it is, as if there is a wall of air blocking them.
Hawthorne replied calmly:
"I don't think anyone will miss you."
Not paying attention to the other party's disgusting answer, Orshiga smiled and said: "Back then, you tried to extend the contract."
After thinking for a while, Hawthorn nodded seriously: "Fortunately not."
To this day, he clearly remembers that when he was talking to a guy who sold a summoning ritual, the guy had a complicated expression after hearing that he had used the summoning ritual to summon an abyssal demon to maintain the safety of the academy.
Awe, admiration, helplessness, doubt, shame...
Faced with such a complicated expression, Hawthorn's mind was filled with questions.
Until, he heard the other party say that the summoning ritual was with them, and it was usually used only when they decided to die together.
Only then did he understand why the other party's expression was so strange, and he also understood why Orshiga showed such a strange expression when faced with the request he made when he was summoned.
For a time, Hawthorn's heart was inexplicably complicated.
I couldn't help but sigh. Fortunately, I didn't use that thing after I felt that Orshika's character was a bit strange.
Otherwise, it will probably cause a big disaster...
After the two of them chatted casually for a while, Orshika took a bottle of wine and slowly left the room.
In his eyes, most of Hawthorne's internal organs had been corroded by another force, and only about half of his soul remained.
It's just like a living dead, not much different.
The white hair on the head is the result of a massive loss of vitality.
For such a guy whose life is short-lived.
He was too lazy to do anything.
It feels even more disappointing.
'Originally I wanted to kill a few acquaintances to lighten my mood...'
For Orshika, the biggest difference between acquaintances and strangers is that killing them has more commemorative value.
Except for those with whom you have a good relationship, there is no existence that cannot be killed.
Strangers, people with whom we have bad relationships, and people with whom we have ordinary relationships can all be killed.
'Forget it, just pick any world and destroy it...'
With this thought in mind, Orshika tore apart the barriers of the world at will and chose a direction to move forward with her eyes closed.
Prepare to see which world would be so lucky to meet you.
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A few days later.
Bottomless Abyss Level 6548257——Main City
After Orshiga vented her emotions, she returned to her hometown again.
Compared to the other world, there are more talents in my hometown and they speak better.
Therefore, after habitually killing a few lucky passers-by and throwing a few bottles of magic potion for others to snatch and fight, Orshika chose to squat in the room and think about life.
Two days later, a figure pushed in the door. Looking at him with a serious expression, he asked in confusion:
"What are you doing?"
Orshiga replied without raising her head:
"I'm feeling a little bad, so I decided to take some quiet time..."
Hearing this, Gallaner was stunned for a moment, then sat directly on his lap, pinched the flesh of his cheeks on both sides, looked directly into his eyes, and asked curiously:
"You actually have such a time, I thought I would never see it in this life..."
Ever since she met Orshiga, she had always viewed him as heartless, the type who didn't bother to care even after being stabbed several times.
Not happy.
And I was unhappy for a long time.
This was the first time she had seen this kind of situation with Orshika.
After thinking about it for a while, Gelan'er noticed, pinched Orshiga's cheek, and suggested:
"Would you like to go out and kill a few guys passing by?"
Upon hearing this proposal, Orshika immediately raised his head and sighed with surprise:
"...This proposal is not something you can make..."
He knew very well that as an elf, Golaner had never