Chapter 573 Even the Chosen One of Chaos will inevitably have a fall.
This does not mean that the birth of every gifted being is inevitably connected to the plane consciousness of the plane in which it resides.
But at the same time, it is undeniable that for some beings with extremely rare high-level talents, the vague shadow of plane consciousness is inevitable during their growth stage.
Guangbai certainly doesn't know much about this.
Now, he was sitting in a wooden house in a daze.
The decoration of this room is not luxurious, but it is surprisingly thoughtful.
It was as if every corner was adjusted according to his personal preferences.
From time to time, there were all kinds of messy conversations outside the house, but the style was inexplicably familiar to Guangbai.
My mother is resting in the next room at the moment. After all, she is old and can't stand much hardship.
This made Guangbai a little worried. He hid in the room and listened for a long time, and roughly understood what kind of place he had come to:
A gathering place of minions from a faction called "Emerald Elder".
Well, a guy who can openly call himself a "henchman" doesn't sound like a good place.
This made Guangbai even more worried about his own and his mother's situation.
What made Guangbai even more worried was that he could not leave this ordinary-looking wooden house at all.
The door that was clearly placed there looked like a sticker that was so real that it made people feel trance-like.
He tried countless times, but failed to open the door whose structure could be seen clearly at a glance.
Is it evil witchcraft?
Or some other evil force?
Guangbai didn't know, but fortunately his sword was still beside him.
That was one of the key strengths that enabled him to become a general in the Rebellion: it was an unquestionable sword.
After thousands of collisions and confrontations, it still remains as sharp as before.
For Guangbai, who has been engaged in a long military career, there is no sword more appropriate than this one.
But even such a magical weapon was helpless against this seemingly ordinary wooden house.
Not even the ability to leave a single sword mark...
Guangbai felt a headache because the opponent's power was beyond his understanding.
I just don't know how long he has been unconscious. I hope he hasn't left the area where the rebels are.
In this way, at least he still has a chance of being rescued.
Of course Guangbai felt that this place was a bit weird. He didn’t really want his brothers to find this place until he fully understood it.
In this way, I don’t know how much time passed.
Suddenly, Guangbai, who was sitting there in a daze, looked at a wooden plate he had been staring at.
Just like the vague and unfamiliar feeling after writing a certain word for a long time, Guangbai looked at the wooden plate for a long time and inexplicably felt that it should be a piece of dried fish.
But are there any similarities between wooden plates and dried fish?
Guangbai rubbed his eye sockets warily . He suspected that he was under the control of some drug or spell.
This is an obvious thing. Normally his thoughts should not be so unconventional.
But there is an inexplicable attraction that transcends reason, like the inexplicable attraction of a long, regular tree trunk to human male cubs.
Guangbai couldn't help but reach out to the plate. There was a clear voice in his heart calling out to him, telling him that it was a piece of dried fish.
So, when Guangbai's hand really touched the wooden plate.
He was shocked to find that a feeling completely different from that of a wooden plate suddenly emerged!
Under Guangbai's gaze, the wooden plate disappeared out of thin air, and a piece of dried fish lay quietly in his hand...
this……
Guangbai's pupils suddenly contracted. This was beyond his understanding.
Because some underlying voice told him: this was not an illusion or an ordinary juggling trick.
magic?
still……
Guangbai was stunned. He cast his eyes on the other furnishings in the wooden house...
…
…
"Tsk, it turns out that he was born with a cheat."
Tome of Whispers: Cinders took a look at the progress of the subsequent rewards for the task that suddenly appeared on his mind, and immediately sighed.
The waiter next to him glanced at this guy who once fought with the elder but eventually managed to change his allegiance and become one of the elder's top followers, and said nothing more.
He just added some more wine to his glass, which made Jhin a little confused.
"Why doesn't the elder accept players as his apprentice? I feel like I might have the talent to master the Eight or Nine Mysterious Arts!"
The burly and strong player of Zongwang next to him scratched his head and expressed his thoughts.
This statement resonated with many players in the hotel.
As a transmogrifier player, you must know the Emerald Elder faction, which has become one of the core factions of transmogrifier.
As an adventure player at the multiverse level, you must be aware of the existence of this taboo under the world tree.
This is much better than finding a rich woman - this kind of thigh is something you can truly eat for the rest of your life.
Of course, most people are just talking nonsense.
The real combat power parties are all immersed in the trial fantasy of Arnold's Emerald Dream, so they don't have the time to brag in places like taverns and hotels.
Everyone knows that being a disciple of an elder is more than just about glory and blessings.
If it gets too close to a star, the fragile matter will evaporate directly into ionized gas.
And the Elder is more than just a star...
Becoming a disciple of an elder means taking on corresponding responsibilities.
As we all know, the elderly are always lazy.
Before this, he had never expressed the idea of recruiting disciples or apprentices.
Now such a long-term task suddenly emerges, combined with the latest camp express.
Everyone exchanged glances calmly, and had some idea in their minds.
As expected, the elder is indeed a genuine member of the Eastern supernatural civilization.
This traditional art has not been lost...
Come on, little devil...
Tome of Whispers: Cinders leaned lazily in the chair, smacked his lips, and actually missed the roasted meat in the mountains at that time.
It’s a pity that the kid is too precocious and not very cute.
Of course, Jhin never considered himself to be a boring guy who would dwell on the past.
He had taught tens of thousands of human cubs in the Emerald Dream, and his heart had become as cold as steel.
It was just that at that time, I considered that the little boy was a possible disciple that the elder might accept, so I did not fully display my teacher demeanor.
But that's all in the past...
Should I go to the multiverse trading area of the Zall series to have some exciting fun today, or go to the Muscle and Gun Fighting Gym to do some real manly exercise to relieve stress?
Just as Jhin was thinking about his leisure time later, he suddenly heard a heavy sound of footsteps from behind.
"I heard you've been lucky lately?"
A slightly hoarse voice sounded.
Suddenly, Jin, who looked like a playboy, froze for a moment.
Just like the wise words of a goddess of love: Even the purest child of chaos can't avoid falling in love under the lingering night...
Of course, Jhin also had some romantic past.
But it turns out that not everything will allow him to switch camps...
