In a high tower in the New World, two witch kings play wizard chess in the air. This complex game with three layers of chessboards and each layer affects each other is quite popular among spellcasters. The speed of these two witch kings is overwhelmed, but each move is the optimal solution derived after countless calculations.

"Slaanesia, Tsengchi, and terror have all cast their own shadows in this world." The Witch King, who used black chess pieces, opened his mouth and said, "Three of the four evil gods have made a move. Two of them have reached their hands on the same plate. Are we still holding our troops?"

"Don't forget that elves are the basic board of Slaanesia, and Tsengchi's tentacles are limited to the old continent." The Witch King holding a white piece said after falling in love: "The evil god Nurgo has always been the most patient chess player. He must also choose his own chess pieces. We may be a little more detached than others, but we can't escape in the end. The best response is to respond to changes in all changes. The chess pieces on the chessboard should not interfere with the choice of variables outside the chessboard."

"In that case, how can we judge and when to interfere with the choice of variables is the most appropriate time?" The Black Son Witch King calmly made a move: "For example, he had faced a choice when he was in the Far South before. If we chose to help him at that time, perhaps the terror-torn family members would not have the momentum they are today."

"Entering too early is easy to turn variables into constants. The more uncertain he is, the greater the impact on the current situation. Let's watch it. The time has not come." The White Witch King chuckled behind the mask: "The butterfly effect is to affect the situation as much as possible in order to wield the wings and give birth to a hurricane."

"But the magic weapons you left behind a thousand years ago have greatly affected the choice of variables." The Black Score Witch King turned his hand and gained the upper hand in the first chessboard, but he was not happy about it.

Because in a blink of an eye, the White Witch King attacked the city and captured the village on another level: "At that time, I was just an ordinary person, and I could not see the general trend of a thousand years later and could not affect the overall situation."

"But your magic weapon has indeed affected the civilization of the entire Loess Zone. You have left too many secrets about the gods there." The Black Son Witch King hesitated for a moment, and he fell into a deadlock: "Those aliens in the Loess Zone will soon follow the clues to find the true image of the gods."

"What's the matter?" Baizi Witch King calmly made a move again and firmly controlled the upper hand: "The gods are just those who exist. When they became gods, they just bullied us in the situation and couldn't see the situation clearly."

"Yes, this chessboard is almost blown away, so how can I have the time to care about the face of the gods?" The Black-sized Witch King laughed and waved his hand to disperse the chessboard: "But the Lord of Dawn can make such a choice, it is indeed worthy of admiration."

"The conscience has not yet subsided." The White Witch King obviously didn't care about the outcome, and still commented indifferently: "The heart is respectable, but the actions are foolish."

"Don't be too arrogant. We are still in the chess game, and they are outside the chess game and see further. The Lord of the Dawn must have His deep meaning in doing this." The Black Son Witch King's voice became serious: "Arrogance and complacency are our enemies. Don't forget that before awakening, we are just a group of walking dead who only expects death."

When the White Witch King heard this, he was silent for a long time. Finally, he stood up and bowed deeply to the Black Witch King: "Listen to your words, it is like a revelation. I have indeed been affected a little. Sure enough, without the protection of the will of the world, we are as fragile as the first snow in the sun in front of the evil god."

While speaking, a purple aura erupted from the White Wizard King, which was the demon of Slaane who was expelled from his body.

"The aliens in the Loess Area were marked with terror, but after our observation, the mark was already very faint." The Black Son Witch King said his true intention when he saw this scene: "You are also an indigenous people from the Loess Area. We plan to send you to further contact with them and guide them to get rid of the shadow of terror."

"Now the Loess Zone is the final say of those aliens. What kind of incense is there between us? And you also came from the Loess Zone? Why don't you go?" Baizi Witch King asked back, which was a little more popular than before: "Although their history is similar to our game, in the final analysis, we are just data to them."

"I can't even remember my name myself, so how can I count on people to remember it?" The Black Son Witch King continued to persuade: "But you are different. You left those magic weapons and helped them a lot. And depending on the way they treat the indigenous people, they respect us."

The White Witch King was helpless: "I came here just to seek peace. If I had known that so many things would happen later, I might as well touch my neck and make up for it."

"Even so, you can't escape this impermanent fate. You can just change the shell and change the name, you can't escape." The Black Son Witch King said with a smile: "Don't shirk it, you must go back on this trip."

"I have to do this?" Baizi Witch King sighed.

"It's true." The black-sciented Witch King bowed slightly: "Witch King Xu Fu, the hope of all things in the world is entrusted to you alone. Never be charmed by the evil demon of seniergy again!"

The White-Si Witch King bowed deeply to the Black-Si Witch King: "Don't refuse to die, and follow the teachings of Dan Gong."

At the same time, Colonel Duncan, somewhere underground in the Far South Black Forest, had been trapped in the underground space for many days. The little green man had been in a coma and they could not wake up. If it weren't for the other party's chest, Colonel Duncan really thought it was dead.

The other party's nonsense revealed a lot of contradictory but sounded horrifying information. However, Colonel Duncan has not yet been unable to confirm a meaningful news. If he reports the fragmentary news he has heard, he will probably be regarded as a mental patient by his boss.

However, everything around him told him that this little green man had an amazing secret.

Colonel Duncan has lost three subordinates and has seen the power of those intelligent equipment units. The rest have now learned how to move quietly in this steel jungle.

The little green man was carried on the back of Colonel Duncan and was carefully protected. However, just now, Colonel Duncan felt that the little green man behind him had moved.

"Water...food..." The little green man repeated in a coma in a low voice: "Don't be green..."
Chapter completed!