The message from the Black Crown made Russell's eyelids twitch.
Put away the black crown and activate the clairvoyance.
Then, we can see a group of young and beautiful women with great figures, but for some reason they give people a feeling of being "leftover women".
They were murderous and looked cruel.
One could suspect that if they knew the enemy came from the north, they would immediately and cruelly breed cold-resistant mosquitoes, causing all the people in the north to wail and scream like that man.
And the leader was Ragnar.
Stormtroopers?
Is everyone here?
Russell was shocked instantly. No, shouldn't all the stormtroopers except the captain be outside killing monsters and leveling up at this point?
Why, are there so many Romans like Daiying now, in this bitter and cold place where they can write a suicide note to their families once a month?
【Did you know it? 】
[If you don’t have the surname Kaslana or Shaniyat, entering the destiny is actually half a step into the “leftover woman”]
[Even if it is difficult to find one, how many people can bear to see their wives working outside for 360 days out of 365 days a year? ]
[If you are taunting Ragnar, it is actually an AoE attack on all the frontline Valkyries outside the three major families]
[Ragnar doesn't want to expose your affair, so he said it was done by a gypsy. The gypsies who commit fraud and theft here will be in trouble.]
The prompter sighed.
"Ah... like this?"
Russell was shocked.
It is difficult to meet the opposite sex, work pressure is extremely high, and families are easily broken up...
It sounds like he's a civil engineer who was exiled to Africa to work on infrastructure.
Could Valkyrie be another name for female students in the Department of Civil Engineering at the School of Architecture?
“This industry is quite hard.”
Russell scratched his head and glanced at the little silver wolf's face, revealing a hint of distress.
However, no matter how hard it is, we can't always be stuck here.
He just hangs around Rita's door and attracts people away, so what are he doing?
Go get some air?
Isn't this just making things difficult for yourself?
"We need to give them some strength."
Russell made a decision immediately, and quickly flipped through the information stored by the Black Crown, looking for the caster's charlatan.
Didn’t this guy say he ran into a gypsy?
That being the case.
Then let's give them a little shock.
The spiritual foundation from Caster was copied on Russell.
Almost in an instant, his hair turned snow-white.
The ice-blue eyes instantly turned into an enchanting and seductive purple.
His ears gradually became longer and longer, and his body shape changed from the standard male dragon-style broad shoulders and narrow waist to a slimmer one.
Bronya:? !!!
The girl's grey eyes seemed to pop out of her head for a moment.
As she looked at the enchanting beauty, her ability to speak seemed to be completely lost.
After several seconds, she asked tentatively.
“Sir?!!”
"Just call me Meili for now."
The beautiful person playfully closed one eye and placed her slender, jade-smooth fingers on her lips.
The voice was so beautiful that just a few soft whispers had already brought the mist and confusion of the entire Jiangnan region.
The little girl looked dumbfounded.
Theoretically, the brain that should be very smart seemed to have been replaced with the same one as Theresa's. She could only stare blankly at her superior as he flipped out of the window lightly, like a nimble swallow or goose.
Very pretty, sir, she thought.
Then he didn't even bother to eat and turned towards the window.
It was common sense that a soldier should follow his superior. But before he could leap down, a slender hand grabbed Fate by the back of his neck.
"Have a meal."
The beauty with eyes like wine caught her.
"You are not my superior."
Bronya struggled, glaring at the woman.
The little duck clearly didn't want to pay any attention to the woman who suddenly appeared next to his superior.
That scene.
Rita's expression became subtle.
She looked at the man who, in her impression, actually had a very bad relationship with Russell. It was only because of his power suppression and the need for Russell to save his sister that he volunteered to work in the reed field all year round.
Now, he looks like a loyal dog.
She recalled some subtle stories she had heard from the children in the orphanage in Terra.
When Bronya was first brought to the orphanage, she was almost like a machine.
The girl whom she would rather be a slave in the reed fields in exchange for was the first person she saw after she woke up.
The newborn beast will actively follow the first person it sees...
Continue like this.
Will there really be no problems in the next era?
She pondered for a long time, looking out the window, looking at the beauty who was literally an enchantress, and smiled faintly.
Perhaps, there will be a good show waiting to be staged next?
Just as Miss Rita was thinking about what would happen next, the clouds in Manchester began to change and became dark.
In ancient Roman times, Britain was a bitter and cold place.
It is said that every general who was notified to go to the province of Britannia looked sad as if he was about to be exiled to Lingnan.
Ragnar stood under the overcast sky, looking at the sky, the ground, and the faces of his comrades.
The ground was gray, the sky was dim, my friend's face was gloomy, and everything seemed to be terrible.
Even the super-strong women in the team who could swing the huge swords as if they were straight swords showed unhappy expressions. The faces of the passers-by turned as pale as the sky under the evil spirit and they left in a hurry.
The atmosphere, which was not very gentle to begin with, instantly became even more depressing.
In this deadly atmosphere, the only person who was still happy was probably Rita.
The little girl standing among a bunch of shrews had her eyes rolling around.
Every woman around her was so heroic and stern like a warrior, so much so that her eyes were almost shining with stars.
Regardless of gender.
Children always like to hang out with cool-looking things, as if that will make them look cool too.
But, she probably didn't know that the real reason why her sisters beside her were so serious like paladins going to the battle was to break the defense.
Ragnar rubbed his temples hard, trying to use the pain to relieve the pain in his forehead.
Compared with the plight of my teammates, I feel even more pathetic.
The teammates around her broke through the defense and were eventually splashed by the aoe, but she was destined to be "thrown away".
also...
She looked at her hands. Her palms were white and delicate, not like those of a Viking woman at all.
However, the route that starts from the midpoint of the index finger and thumb base lines, wraps around the entire thenar eminence, and extends to the transverse wrist line in an arc-shaped parabola seems to be a bit... a candle in the wind.
"Ragnar, died in Siberia in 2010."
This is what the man said after meeting him.
Now, it is 2007.
Compared to being cheated on, having only three years left to live is undoubtedly a more tragic thing.
But compared with having only three years left to live and having my future husband run away with someone else, both having only three years left to live and having my man run away with someone else are small matters.
Perhaps, I should ask the uninvited guest again?
Rag watched his team members, like a Gestapo chasing a Jew, questioning every passerby about the rumors about gypsy witches, and he also asked in a fake manner.
However, when asking for information, his mind was completely on the guy who was suspected to be the white pig of Angsa.
The guy claimed to be his junior and brought news of his death.
Ignoring his scary appearance, his attitude could even be described as friendly.
only--
Ragnar closed his eyes, and those cold eyes floated in his memory...
She couldn't help but shudder.
If I were to say that the most believable part of that series of prophecies was that he would be defeated by female college students within three years and would scream like a defeated dog.
The most untrustworthy part was obviously that he was his junior.
There are always some differences in the worldviews of different worlds.
The main theme of the Terra world is "all kings, princes, generals and ministers have their own kind".
The main theme of the Collapse World is heroic historicism.
In the era when Mei, Mobius, and v2v were still active, the whole world was moving towards "technology changes destiny".
As long as you are brave enough, you can lie down in front of Mebius's laboratory and say that you want to be a guinea pig for the most brutal experiment.
Next, he will certainly be able to be treated to an operating table. If he is lucky enough to live until the end of time, he will at least have the title of ancestor.
But after the heroes died, all this changed.
The super-transformation surgery technology has basically degenerated, and the only way to pass on power is basically bloodline inheritance.
Bishop Otto is a recognized genius in the world of Honkai.
But even with the support of Xukong Wanzang, he only managed to develop a lower-level product of the Holy Mark in 500 years.
As for Kaslana's genetic project - the Hundred Aspects of Brahma, I can't say that I know it all, but I can also say that I know nothing about it.
When Siegfried ran wildly and showed the corners of Brahma's appearance, he even made an ugly scene of sweating like a heroic man and revolutionary leader Monkey D. Dragon.
In this era, all kinds of technology are madly lost due to the disappearance of heroes.
A pair of eyes like that.
It is hard not to suspect that there is an ancient and powerful force behind it.
A young master from such a powerful family would be picked up and adopted.
Just thinking about this kind of thing makes people feel as if they saw the prison master being hacked to death by Sukuna's loan space slash.
Whether to contact or not is a complicated matter and we cannot jump to a conclusion yet.
Ragnar exhaled, thought, and joined the team searching for the "Gypsy" wholeheartedly.
This is a long and fruitless journey.
