Chapter 1580: The devil, or... the old dominator

Early the next morning, McGonagall was able to successfully take the seven-level Warcraft Golden Carving of the Fakkers to pick up the VIPs and set foot on the return journey.
Irina gave him a letter last night. She took the return of the girls who had been rescued by her, and they would not go back with them.
When she and Connie arrived this morning, she told them which tribes were killed in the Twilight Forest last night, and sent the elf maids in the tribe to the Fakker tribe overnight to ask for help.
It is estimated that for a long time, the Twilight Forest will no longer have orcs who are proud of the elf maids.
After all... the guys who used to show off last night, this will be crying at home.
Compared to killing all, the shocking effect of this move is indeed stronger.
"This... very Irina." McGonley raised an eyebrow and subconsciously clamped his legs.
As for Hannah's wine-making machines and wines, McGonagall can only help her deal with the local, the machine is dismantled and sold scrap iron, and the rum is stored and sold to the nobility in the city.
This made Hannah feel distressed, but she has decided not to come back, so she did not resist this treatment.
"After a trip, my father brought back a pretty young lady." Amy looked at Hannah sitting aside and whispered.
Meg just heard it, and his mouth was pumping. He smiled and explained: "Hannah is a very good winemaker. I might work with everyone in the restaurant for a while."
"I am Hannah, I hope everyone will take care of them." Hannah stood up and was a little shy to say hello to everyone.
"Hannah, hello, I am Mia..."
Everyone introduces themselves and it is a preliminary understanding.
"These sisters are all beautiful, and their character is super good, so good..." Hannah, who was worried that she could not integrate, had a little joy in her heart and was full of expectations for the upcoming new life. .
"Everyone will take a break first, although the speed of the gold armor is faster, but it is also necessary to go to the city of chaos for lunch at noon." McGonagall said with a smile, he was lying comfortably in the recliner. Close your eyes and start to close your eyes.
The Fako tribe and the party were successfully completed, and the results were quite satisfactory.
However, the existence of black fog and old dominators also gave him a sense of a pinch.
Since the other party does not intend to continue to be silent and addicted, there must be a battle with the world.
There is no way for a single force to cope with such disasters and opponents. They must have more allies, even the power of the whole world to deal with those old dominators.
How to make those who are full of brains to conquer the world to grab the ground, understand the dangerous situation of Nolan continent, and agree to make compromises and alliances, this is a very headache.
"Comparatively, cooking is really a pleasant thing." McGonagall sighed in his heart, thinking that he was taking the kitchen script, and now it was not so simple.
"Miss Hannah, what is in your little gourd?"

It’s the most precious aging base wine. It’s stored here after my grandfather brewed fifty years ago, and there are fifteen barrels...

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Near noon, the city of chaos appeared in the sight of everyone.
After a morning of getting along, Hannah has become familiar with the girls.
With the enthusiasm of Mia, the intimate big sister, Hannah's integration process was very smooth, and she had completely lost the strangeness and restraint in the morning when she met.
"That is the city of chaos? A big city!" Hannah looked at the Founder City in the distance, her eyes gradually widened and some incredible.
Along the way, she was a long-term experience, saw the vast mountains and rivers outside the Fak tribe, and saw some large and small towns.
But those towns can only be regarded as a small village compared with the big city in front of them.
Even if the entire Fak tribe is put in, it can only occupy a small corner.
"Yes, that is the city of chaos, the place we will live in the future." Mia said with a smile, when she first flew into space to see this scene, it was no better than Hannah.

How many people live here?
Hannah asked curiously.
"It is said that there are more than one million, but it should be more than this amount." Hannah thought.
"More than one million..." Hannah concealed, and the Fak tribe was 50,000 people up and down. This is already a big tribe in the Twilight Forest, and this city has lived for more than one million people. Terrible quantity!
"You go back first, I have something to deal with first, and I will come back to lunch for you soon." The gold armored carving stopped outside the city, and McGonagall went down to the ground, and shouted with everyone, then turned and left.
"Let's go Hannah, let's go back to the restaurant first." Mia took Hannah's hand and everyone followed the city.
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"Specific circumstances we have received intelligence, Mr. McGonagall completed the task perfectly and made a great contribution to world peace." In the Chamber of Secrets, Roland held the hand of McGonagall solemnly.
In the Orc family, after Isaiah was killed by the rebellion, they have lost control, unable to stop Oster from unifying the Twilight Forest, and then leading the Orc to become a war initiator.
And McGon's trip, smashing Oster's plot and plan, let the Fak tribe return to the control of the peace, and make the Twilight forest controllable, undoubtedly re-raising the orc from the edge of the war.
"The lord has a reputation, this is the result of the efforts of the restaurant owners." McGonagall smiled modestly, but quickly caught a smile, watching Roland suppress a few voices: "However, our trip is not limited to Therefore, this harvest may not make people happy."
"Is this?" Roland looked at the sarcophagus that Meg had pulled out of his arms.
"This is a sculpture that Rex got from the scene of killing each other after the Oba tribe was controlled by the devil more than 300 years ago." McGonagall handed the stone to Roland, reminding him: "Don't stare at its eyes." , there may be dangers."
Roland’s expression of words also became dignified. There were many descriptions of the devil in the secret newspaper, and McGonagall said that this thing is related to the devil, and it is still related to the massacre of the Erba tribe in the past, I am afraid it is extremely ominous.
He took the stone shackles with both hands and placed them on the table. He took a deep breath and uncovered the sarcophagus.
The palm-sized sculpture gives a feeling of incomparably huge horror. It just looks at the scarlet eyes and feels the soul shocked, as if it was stared at by some terrible existence.
"This... is this?" Roland quickly regained his gaze and looked at McGonagall with some shock.
"The devil, or... the old dominator."
McGonagall said calmly, feeling that his throat was a little dry.
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