Chapter 577 Tyrell

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The days of training always go by very fast, and before you know it, more than a month has passed. Carlos's body is recovering day by day, and his strength has been improved to near perfection. The original training method of World War II has also become a three-person melee, which is called a free-for-all. 3p or something, cough cough...

I am basically proficient in the moon wolf transformation. Of course, there is still a long way to go before I can control it as freely as the blood bear transformation, but at least I am used to the unreal feeling of piercing through space at full stretch speed. The control can only be regarded as so-so. After the Holy Freeze Halo similar to the Paladin appeared during the game, although I have figured out a few small usages and tricks, I am not yet proficient in using them to deal with Carlos and Seattle. A master of this level is like hitting an eagle with a slingshot, not even a hair can touch it.

It’s okay to master the Heart of Insight. Like the Heart of Crazy, this thing is very practical and can greatly make up for my lack of combat experience and skills. As for when can I integrate the power of the Heart of Insight into a pseudo domain? , I also asked the old drunkard about this question, and she guessed that it is probably not difficult. After all, I have already had the experience of comprehending the pseudo-realm. Fully grasp the power of it, and integrate it with the heart of insight, and the pseudo-realm will become a matter of course.

Even if I say this, I can only increase my efforts and try to understand the pseudo-realm of Moon Wolf's transformation as soon as possible. After all, everyone knows how powerful the pseudo-realm is, especially when I have experienced the blood bear's mutated blood-colored pseudo-realm that can be called a pervert. , and it makes me look forward to what kind of fields will appear when Moon Wolf transforms.

It's just that I hope there won't be a conflict of fields as the old drunkard said. After all, there has never been an example in the history books of a person having two states of mind at the same time and developing two different pseudo-fields.

After those noisy adventurers left, only the camp-level rookie adventurers were left. Most of them had had enough fun and went out to practice. After the martial arts competition and various miscellaneous conferences, two months had finally passed in the camp. In the calm days, the civilians who had their lives disrupted by the arrival of tens of thousands of adventurers gradually returned to their previous schedules, as if the event that happened once every few decades three months ago was just a dream.

The strange thing is that from the end to now, probably in order to let me master the new moon wolf transformation, Akara has not come to me for three full months, which made me suffer from a vacation addiction. Looking at their sweet and ordinary days, it is as if they are on a honeymoon every day. The three precious daughters are also extremely obedient, well, as long as they are not brought together...

Everything is happy and perfect, and the day of my dreams is only a few steps away. Of course, I also know that this is only a short-lived good time.

One day three months later, when Carlos and I returned to the Mages Guild covered in mud and sweat, we ran into soldiers sent by Akara, whom we had not seen for a long time, and asked us to meet at her place early tomorrow morning.

Sure enough, I thought it was impossible for Akara to leave us strong workers alone, so we could do whatever we wanted.

Carlos and I looked at each other, but what puzzled me was that I, a coolie elder who works around the clock, even called Carlos to come with me. What happened?

Full of questions, I was woken up by Vilas early the next morning, saying that Carlos was already waiting outside.

Sure enough, there is an honest paladin neighbor who is just...not good. Based on my past habits, I can obviously sleep for another hour and slowly finish breakfast before setting off.

When we arrived at Akara's tent, there was only Akara inside. She glanced at Carlos and she smiled. She looked at me again with a surprised look on her face.

What does this subtle difference mean? I didn't get late because I wanted to be late. This was force majeure and the biological instinct for sleep.

I sat down with Akara's refreshing water. Before we could ask any questions, an unexpected person came. It was Sister Sharna. She seemed slightly surprised when she saw me inside.

Then came the lukewarm Kane, who seemed to have stayed up all night, with obvious traces of experimental explosions on his mage robes, and Farah, whose eyes were like national treasures. Then came Seattle. An hour later, the old drunkard at the bottom walked in with a yawn.

tent.

"Why are you here?" This guy sat down sleepily, his eyes swept around the tent, and finally fell on me, showing an expression of disbelief as if he had seen a ghost.

"..."

It seems that in the past, I have always been one step behind the old drunkard. It is indeed an exaggeration to describe me as a heinous sinner.

However, this is really a huge lineup. In addition to us, Akara and her four old regulars, Sister Sharna, Carlos, and Seattle Ke all came together.

After everyone sat down, Akara chuckled and spoke slowly under everyone's doubtful gazes: "I know you must be curious as to why I called you here temporarily. This happened quite suddenly.

Even Kane didn't give any advance notice."

She looked at Kane, her old partner for many years, and nodded apologetically. Kane smiled softly. If Kane would care about such trivial matters, then he was no longer Kane.

Seeing that we were all looking at her quietly, Akara didn't waste any more words, and then said: "The thing is like this, last night, I just received the news. It was a message from Lord Tyrell."

Tyrell?

When they suddenly heard this name, not to mention us, even Kane, Farah and the old drunkard looked shocked.

Who is Tyrell? The famous four-winged angel, Lao Wu, the naked Lao Wu, the fifth brother, the fifth master, including the three realms of heaven, hell and the dark continent, with nunchakus stained by the underworld brothers...

Well, we won’t use repeated complaints. To sum it up in one sentence, for us, Tyrell is the leader of all angels, responsible for managing all the angels in heaven and the dark continent. As for Michael above him

and Gabriel, these two old turtles who live in seclusion and don’t know what they are planning. I don’t think anyone here, including myself, will be able to see their faces in their lifetime.

"What's wrong Tyrell?"

The old drunkard was the first to react and asked. As expected, he is a master who is not afraid of anything. Even a big shot like Tyrell can only make her stunned for a moment.

"He didn't say it explicitly. It's just that, as an advocate of the martial arts competition, even though he was not present in person, he naturally knows the performance of the four of you in the competition."

Akara smiled slightly and scanned the four of us with his white eyes.

"Your Majesty Tyrell regrets not being able to come to watch this game. It's also because those hell demons in the third world have been restless recently and really can't get away. Therefore, he wants to see you four young talents with his own eyes.

, and I have a small favor that I would like you to do."

"Tch, if you want to see me, just come to the camp and see him." The old drunkard snorted disdainfully.

"That's right, and with his strength, how can the four of us little guys help?" At this time, I was particularly in tune with the old drunkard, humming and scolding him.

"How could you two say such things to Lord Tyrell?" Akara looked solemnly and glared at us.

"Although I know that you don't like the angel clan very much, but don't forget one thing. No matter what purpose the angels have, for thousands of years, they have helped the Dark Continent resist the forces of hell. Without them, the entire continent would have been destroyed.

It is an undeniable fact that it has been occupied by the forces of hell. We have to accept this kindness, you know?"

"Yes Yes!!"

Akara was angry, so the old drunkard and I were naturally silent, and couldn't help but nodded repeatedly, and then she smiled.

"As you just said, it's not that Mr. Tyrell is putting on airs and refusing to come in person, but that his body is in the demon fortress in the third world and he can't spare the time to come. What you went to see,

It's just his projection. You also know that in this way, his projection cannot leave the Demon Fortress too far."

We couldn't help but nodded suddenly. It turns out that this is the case. In this way, it becomes reasonable and reasonable for him to ask us to do a favor. After all, although Tyrell is strong, his projection may not be as good as the four of us.

Domain-level adventurer.

"When do we leave?"

If there is no rush, I can continue to be sweet to little Velas and the others for a few more days.

"Within three days, the four of you can discuss the specific time. Also, regarding Sir Tyrell's help, if you find it difficult, you can also report it to Jamela (the head of the alliance of the Demon Fortress).

I will send some people to help you."

"knew."

We nodded, but everyone knew in their hearts that this was unlikely. Among the four of them, except for me, a lazy person, they were all arrogant. Even if there were difficulties, they would find a way to solve them by themselves instead of asking for help.

Other people's hands. Besides, Tyrell's mission may not mean to test us. If it is so important, why doesn't he just send a few two-winged angels to solve it personally?

Continuing to explain some matters, such as Carlos and Seattle, two of the original three giants of the Fallen Alliance, they must conceal their identities after going to the Demon Fortress. After that, Akara asked us

The four of them, as well as the miser and the old drunkard, were free to leave, and she still had to discuss some camp matters with Kane.

Sister Sharna and the old drunkard didn't say anything, and left like the wind. You can still vaguely hear their quarrels gradually going away, as if they were going to fight somewhere again. They are truly a mother and daughter with a different kind of family.

The miser seemed to be in a hurry to complete the experiment, so he flashed faster than the old drunkard and Sister Sharna - he disappeared in a teleport, and Seatik left with a yawn, as if he was going to catch up on his sleep.

I was about to go back and take a nap, but when I took a casual look, I found that Carlos's feet seemed to be nailed to the ground and he had no intention of leaving.

"Carlos, what can you do?"

Akara, who was discussing some trivial matters with Kane, also noticed Carlos's presence and couldn't help but ask with a smile.

"That's right, I have a question to ask Mr. Akara." Carlos bowed slightly to the other party seriously.

"No problem, no problem, no need to be formal, come on, sit down and talk, and Wu, if Carlos doesn't mind, please sit down too."

The spirit of gossip broke out, and I was about to sneak aside and enter the onlooker mode. I wanted to see what was wrong with Carlos. When Akara said this, I couldn't help but smile. I glanced at Carlos and saw him nodding, and then I started again.

Sit where you were just now.

"That's right, I want to ask about Kajie." Carlos said, holding his head in distress.

I would say, if this paladin, who is close to perfection in every aspect, still has any troubles, it is most likely because he cannot do without his precious daughter Kajiel.

"What's wrong with her?" Akara asked in concern.

"No, there is no big problem, I just don't understand a little bit..." Carlos paused and said frustrated.

"During this period, except for Junior Brother Wu, Kajie'er also gradually let go of her extremely strong wariness towards other people, but I don't understand why she treats me exactly the same as before, even if she doesn't think of me as her

Father, even if I am just a stranger in her eyes, she should be like everyone else and let her guard down a little bit."

"The question that bothers you is why Kajiel doesn't let down her guard only towards you?"

Seeing Carlos' distressed look, Akara didn't know what he noticed and smiled knowingly.

"Nothing wrong, nothing wrong, that's it."

When it came to his precious daughter, Carlos also lost his usual calmness and nodded hurriedly in agreement.

"Is that so? I think this is a very good phenomenon." Akara said with a faint smile the answer that stunned Carlos.

"I...I don't understand what you mean."

"Hey, it seems that you are completely opposite to Wu in this regard. You have no qualifications to be a father. Originally, it is best for you to realize this kind of thing yourself." Akara sighed slightly, but the expression on his face

The smile remains.

"Don't you understand yet? The reason why Kajie'er is only cold towards you is precisely because she has admitted that you are her father."

"Then...then why...why..."

Carlos was already a little incoherent. He was really not a father. He couldn't even understand his daughter's mood. I couldn't help but shake my head. I finally found a place where I was far better than Carlos. A powerful father.

A sense of superiority arises spontaneously.

As a man shrouded in the halo of a dad, I don’t feel any pressure at all at this moment. Providing fatherly love to all the little angels in the world is another hidden wish of mine. Of course, boys are exempted...

"Imagine Kajie's treatment in heaven. I'm afraid the rumors about "having no father" have not made her feel any less wronged. She is still a child, so of course she feels a little depressed."
To be continued...