Chapter 573 Even the chaotic Chosen One will inevitably roll over
It does not mean that the birth of every gifted being has an inevitable connection with the plane consciousness of the plane in which it is located.
But equally, it is undeniable that for some beings with some extremely rare advanced talents, their growth stage is inseparable from the looming shadow of plane consciousness.
Of course, Guangbai didn't know much about this.
Now, he is sitting blankly in a wooden house.
The decoration of this room is not very luxurious, but it is surprisingly considerate.
It's as if every corner is prepared according to his personal preferences.
From time to time, various messy voices were heard outside the house, but the style was inexplicably familiar to Guangbai.
My mother is resting in the next room at the moment. After all, my mother is old and cannot withstand much trouble.
This made Guangbai a little worried. He hid in the room and listened for a long time, and roughly understood what kind of place he had come to:
A gathering place for the minions of a camp called the "Emerald Elders".
Well, a guy who can openly call himself a "minion" doesn't sound like a virtuous place.
This made Guangbai even more worried about the situation of himself and his mother.
What makes Guangbai even more worried is that he can't leave this extremely ordinary-looking wooden house now.
The door that was clearly placed there was like a realistic and trance-like sticker.
He had tried countless times but could not open the door whose structure could be clearly seen at a glance.
Is it vicious witchcraft?
Or some other evil force?
Guangbai didn't know, but fortunately his sword was still beside him.
That was one of the key strengths that enabled him to become a rebel general: it was an unquestionable sword.
After thousands of collisions and confrontations, it still maintains its sharpness as before.
For Guangbai, who has been engaged in military career for a long time, there is no sword more appropriate than this.
But even such a magic weapon can't do anything to this ordinary-looking wooden house.
Not even able to leave a trace of sword marks...
Guangbai felt a headache, the other party's power was beyond his understanding.
I just don't know how long he has been unconscious, but I hope he hasn't left the area where the rebels are.
In this case, at least he still has a chance of being rescued.
Of course, Guangbai felt that this place was a bit strange. He felt that he didn't really want his brothers to find this place before he understood it thoroughly.
Just like that, I don’t know how long time passed.
Suddenly, Guang Bai, who was sitting there blankly, looked at the wooden plate he had been staring at.
Just like the strange feeling that comes after writing a certain word for a long time, Guangbai looked at the wooden plate for a long time and always felt that it should be a piece of dried fish.
But are there any similarities between wooden plates and dried fish?
Guangbai rubbed his eyes with some vigilance. He suspected that he was under the control of some kind of medicine or spell.
This is an obvious thing. Normally, his thinking should not be so out of the ordinary.
But something beyond reason is like the inexplicable attraction that a long, regular tree trunk has for human male cubs.
Guangbai couldn't help but reach out to the plate. A clear voice in his heart called out to him, making him sure that it was a piece of dried fish.
So, when Guangbai's hand really touched the wooden plate.
He was astonished to find that a completely different tactile sensation than what the wooden plate should be used for suddenly appeared!
Under Guangbai's gaze, the wooden plate disappeared out of thin air, and a piece of dried fish lay quietly in his hand...
this……
Guangbai's pupils suddenly contracted, which was beyond his comprehension.
Because some underlying voice told him: this was not an illusion or an ordinary juggling act.
magic?
still……
Guangbai was stunned and turned his attention to other furnishings in the wooden house...
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"Tsk, it's true that I was born with sex."
Scroll of Whispers - Jhin glanced at the subsequent reward progress of the mission that suddenly appeared in his mind, and immediately clicked his tongue.
The waiter next to him glanced at this guy who had fought with the elder, and finally managed to change his family and became one of the elder's number one followers, but didn't say much.
He just added some more wine to his glass, which made Jhin a little confused.
"Why don't the elders accept players as disciples? I feel like I might also have the qualifications for the Eight-nine Mysterious Arts!"
The burly Zongwang player next to him scratched his head and expressed his thoughts.
This statement resonated with many players in the hotel.
As a player of the transmogrification party, you cannot help but know about the Emerald Elder camp, which has become one of the core camps of transmogrification.
And as an adventure player at the multiverse level, you must know the existence of this taboo under the World Tree.
This is much more delicious than finding a rich woman - this kind of thigh can truly last a lifetime.
Of course, most people are just talking about it.
The real combatants are all immersed in the trial fantasy of Arnold's Emerald Dream. There is no time to go to places like taverns and hotels to brag.
Everyone knows that becoming a disciple of an elder is not just about glory and blessings.
Too close to the star, and the fragile material will evaporate directly into free gas.
And the elder is more than just a star...
Becoming a disciple of an elder means that you also need to shoulder corresponding responsibilities.
As we all know, elders are always lazy.
Before this, he had never expressed the idea of recruiting disciples and apprentices.
Now such a long-term mission suddenly appears, combined with the latest camp news.
Everyone exchanged glances calmly, and probably had some idea in their minds.
Sure enough, the elder is indeed a being of the extraordinary Eastern civilization with upright roots.
This traditional art has not fallen behind...
Come on kid...
Scroll of Whispers - Jin leaned lazily on the chair and clicked his lips, somewhat missing the meat roasted on the mountain.
It's a pity that the kid is too precocious and not very cute.
Of course, Jhin never thought of himself as a boring guy who would dwell on the past.
He had already taught tens of thousands of human cubs in the emerald dream, and his heart was already as cold as steel.
It was just that at that time, I considered that the brat was a disciple that the elder might accept, so I didn't show off my master's demeanor to the fullest.
However, that is all in the past...
Today, should we go to the multiverse trading area of the Drow series for some excitement, or should we go to the Muscle and Gun Fighting Hall for some real men's exercise to relieve stress?
Just when Jin was thinking about the leisure time he would have later, there was suddenly a sound of rather heavy footsteps coming from behind.
"I heard you've had some bad luck lately?"
A slightly hoarse voice sounded.
Suddenly, Jin, who looked like a prodigal, stiffened.
Just like the wise words of a certain love goddess: Even the purest son of chaos will inevitably fall in love in a lingering night...
Of course Jhin also had some romantic past.
But it turns out that not everything can be changed by him like a camp...