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Redfinger did not escape to the New World by boat. Aiden knew that they had no chance to exit, and there were eyes watching them.

As far as Aiden knows, the recently departed mercenary legions have all disappeared into the waves... Aiden thinks this is the fault of the legendary mobile island.

That wizard should come from the Invisible Island, and Aiden has come into contact with several similar beings.

Everyone who knows the existence of the island yearns for the secret realm that can fulfill mortal wishes.

Aiden is no exception, but after careful intelligence collection, he came to a conclusion that is very scary to think about.

The person who makes a wish must pay the price, and it must be his own life.

Everyone involved with the Invisible Island will eventually die a happy death.

…

The wizard took out a crystal mirror and talked with a Norscan slave trader under the mirror's light.

The items that the Mirror God asked the businessman to steal have been obtained, and the plan is progressing smoothly.

Before he could say a few words, the slave trader suddenly choked on the air.

This funny way of death made the wizard's hair stand on end. He knew that the unlucky man's fate had come true.

…

At night, Tritus Weiwei looked at the two engineering warlocks who were thought to be dead in horror.

They wear iron goggles with small dents, and their lower jaws are surrounded by metal, like two giant flies.

The portable iron pump carried by the warlock continuously injects unknown liquid into their chests through the catheter.

Leith and Lik, from the Skry clan, one of the four great clans... This is nothing to Chuanquluo, because it is a member of the clan of the sect, the Gray Prophet clan, but Weiwei is just an ordinary warlord.

They are the dimensional twins second only to Chief Engineer Warlock Ict Claw.

Tritus strives to restrain his sense of existence. In the final analysis, he is just a lucky clan rat.

Dreadtail became increasingly pessimistic about the trip to Lustria and completely gave up on his aggressive ideas.

The fact that so many big names have suffered disasters in the rainforest is enough to illustrate the danger of the jungle. Only those crazy plague monks like it here.

Gray Seer Chuanquillo specially touched the talisman given to it by the King of Decay.

It knew that without this talisman, even the huddled warlord beside it would dare to fight against it.

Chuanquluo waited for the other party to greet him, but these two stupid fleas actually ignored the god-like majesty of the great terrible doomsday and hurriedly talked nonsense towards the wise gray prophet.

I found this on some furry stuff! This!

Leith took away the credit from Li Ke, and Li Ke suddenly increased his volume and repeated his brother's words.

It was trying to take back the credit that belonged to them, even though they had jointly discovered the statue.

The Dimensional Twins killed a human with colorless poison gas and found a small gold statue in the human's luggage.

The dimensional twins rushed to claim credit, and in the end no one heard what they were saying.

You fight for it, and a small statue rolls onto the moss.

All the ratmen stared at the large piece of gold and swallowed their saliva.

Before the looting took place, the Gray Prophet slammed his staff on the ground and walked to the golden idol facing the jealous eyes of everyone.

At this moment, Chuanquluo suddenly noticed that there seemed to be something else on his back.

All the hair exploded, and before it could cast a spell to kill the flea, the flea appeared on its own.

Alchemist Eshin, who was covered with black cloth, used exaggerated flattery to compliment the envoy of the Thirteenth Council, while shirking his responsibilities.

Welcome! Chuanquillo, the gray prophet of the terrible doom. My master, the elusive Lord of the Night, is watching! Watching you.

Your arrival will save! Save the plan that was messed up by the Dimensional Twins!

Eshin Alchemist bared his throat to the Gray Seer in a traditional gesture to show his respect and obedience, but there was an ambiguous warning in his words.

The Night Lord's gaze is not just a sign of approval, but may also be a selection of the next person to be assassinated.

The Dimensional Twins secreted the smell of grievance and fear, and shouted back in unison with a louder volume.

Representatives of the two forces began to argue. In the end, they tacitly passed the responsibility for the destruction of engineering equipment to the Blight Clan.

Just when they triumphantly thought they could finalize the result, a vicious curse ripped apart the peace that had just been covered.

Plague Lord Skook remembers you! Remembers you!

A plague priest hurriedly arrived with a group of plague monks who were intimidated by the ratmen, offering obedience and reverence to the Gray Seer.

Chuanquluo accepted the salute of the Plague Priest calmly. These ratmen, who used to have an outstanding status in the past, flattered him without any limit, making the tip of the Gray Prophet's tail tremble with excitement.

Chuanquillo pretended to cough twice, trying to show his authority.

It could feel that all the rat men were secretly looking at the black amulet around its neck with jealousy and fear.

Representatives of the great clans of the underground empire, I am here to discuss with you as a representative selected by the parliament...

Another quarrel broke out between the three parties, covering up the Gray Prophet's voice.

We know! We know why, Lord Decay sent you to monitor! Monitor us.

The Dimension Twins were eager to pass the responsibility to other clans, but before they could speak, the new plague high priest suddenly attacked.

Because of you! Your stupid and flimsy dimensional engineering! And blasphemy! The blasphemy of the Horned Rat's words and deeds!

Embrace the truth of the Horned Rat! Be true to yourself! Repent to Him and cast aside! Cast away your abominable technology.

Even among the great clans, the Plague Clan stands out from the crowd, which is reflected in its faith and strength. If it weren't for the assassination threat from the Eshin Clan, they would have unified the underground empire.

Shut up! Shut your dirty mouth!

You licking mangy rat! If you hadn't blasphemed! How could we have been targeted by the Council of Thirteen if you had blasphemed the Horned Rat Orthodox Church?

Chuanquluo blinked and looked around at the warlords and warlocks present. Tritus. Weiwei's flash of ridicule made him furious.

It kicked the hapless warlord away, admiring the other party's daring to be angry but not speaking out. At the same time, Chuanquillo tried to increase his volume to give his words more authority.

Everyone from the great clan, I would like to...

A louder scolding overtook Chuanquero's voice.

Plague faith is the way of the Horned Rat! The way!

If you want to blame it, blame Essin’s tail for not being able to clean up the traces on the ground! That’s why the device was exposed! Exposed!”

Okay! A loud voice makes sense, right? It's all your fault for attracting lizards! Lizard things! Essien Warlock was inexplicably named by the Plague Priest, and he roared back at it unceremoniously.

Isn't it you! You brought these! These maggot-eating beasts? Engineering Warlock Leith added insult to injury without hesitation.

Lick took advantage of their two mouths and slandered his former accomplices like a rat.

You're the ugly gutter fish that sells death!

Collusion! The rotten-haired rats of the Pestilence Clan were colluded with, and then they sent the useless! The useless and conspicuous Disease Warlock!

It was a good idea before, they can die instead of my claws, die! Alchemist Essien shrugged magnanimously.

The scene was silent for a moment, and the rat men who were qualified to participate in the conversation turned their attention to Alchemist Essien, unable to believe that it was so shameless and undisguised.

I am the Lord of Decay...

The more intense argument overshadowed Chuanquluo's tentative words, and the offended Alchemist Eshin became angry and said:

You'd better watch your shadows! Shadows! The Master of Death is on his next mission!

As soon as these words came out, all the Skaven suddenly stopped and looked around nervously.

Dreadtail had retreated into the stormvermin's fortress, but that didn't make him feel safe.