Chapter 592： Pirates of dreams (2/2)

He subconsciously lowered his sense of existence again. Although the other party showed no signs of intimidation, he was afraid that he would be ruined by the carelessness of the "visual" instinct that told him that what he saw was probably the gang. Part of the truth about the cultists who are trying to get around the waste! !

At that time, the woman who spoke first opened her mouth again: "I thought you couldn't come today."

"We are hard to judge time and distance on the waste soil," said one of the cognac "Pictures" in black robes. "I hope we are not late for too long."

"It's not too long. I still have this patience," said the woman wearing a formal gown. "What is the situation in the waste soil?"

“The wind of wasteland is as always, the only change is that a group of outsiders are strengthening the barriers on the border...not worthy of attention.”

"It's still a little cautious. During this time, try not to get close to the border, especially the northern border. There is a very difficult person who is strengthening the barrier in the southeast of Ansu."

Gao Wen thought about it and thought that the "very tricky person" in the other mouth should refer to himself.

He felt that he probably guessed who these people were.

I really didn't expect... After losing the "dark bridge", they actually used the mind connection technology of the sleeper to maintain the connection with the wasteland... and those who wore the black robe...that is, the death of all things "Inside" in waste soil? !

Who are they... or something that lives in the magnificent wall? !

Gao Wen couldn't help but look at the cognac black robes and saw a humming voice headed out in a hoarse voice: "We will be careful about how your progress is going over there?"

“The information you provided helped a lot, but the migratory mutagen showed unusually high activity, which led to a decline in the ability of the mutant to respond to commands and maintain reason. We need to confirm that it is a normal phenomenon caused by environmental differences inside and outside the waste soil. Or the information you provided has made a mistake."

“The information we provided is no problem,” said one of the black robes. “But those are the original materials in the wasteland environment. You really should make adjustments to the environment outside the waste soil. We can help. ”

The woman wearing a sacred gown solemnly nodded: "The best big patriarch will remember your credit, and everyone will not forget your efforts and sacrifices on the wasteland."

The black robes who were headed seemed to have pulled out a stiff smile, and a hoarse voice in his dry throat: "This is the sacrifice that should be made as a martyr, Ms. Bertila Augustus."

"I no longer use that surname," the woman frowned at once. "You should know."

"... ah, sorry, I forgot. The environment of wasteland makes it difficult for us to concentrate..."

Not far away, Gao Wen suddenly widened his eyes.

Bertila Augustus! !

He knows the name, he "remembers" the name, and he finally knows why he feels familiar after hearing the woman's voice! !

And at this moment, he also remembered that he had heard the name "Beltila" when he learned about the end of the event from Pitman's mouth. However, he only thought it was the same name because the name was in the north. The area or the northwest of Tifeng is not uncommon, but now he suddenly realizes that this "Beltila" is the one he knows in his memory.

Bertila Augustus, the sister of Tiran's founding father, Roland Augustus.

And, seven hundred years ago, the Northern Druids recognized...the Holy One.

Has she lived to this day? !

In this intense horror, Gao Wen finally lost control of his own breath, and in a short moment, his carefully hidden atmosphere leaked a little.

It was the breath of this moment that exposed the two, who did not open their mouths as if they were alert to the elf sisters who were guards or sentinels. They all said in unison: "There is a problem to terminate the contact!"

Can't hide it anymore.

Gao Wen immediately made a judgment and realized that even if he left now, he had already greatly aroused the vigilance of these mortal believers. They knew that their contact had been overheard and that their secrets had been exposed.

Never let them know that their secret is exposed to Gao Wen Cecil!

At this moment, Gao Wen’s mind had a decision. He realized that this spiritual space was not created by the eternal sleepers, but that these mortal believers were connected by using a device of “sponsorship sponsorship” of some kind of sleepless person, so he I did not hesitate to create a new image for myself, then lifted the stealth state and strode forward.

Bertila Augustus was shocked to see a tall and familiar figure in the air. Even her, at this moment, exclaimed a word: "...Brother?!"

But then she reacted: "Who isn't you?!"