Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End

Everything has logic, this sentence is wrong, because people in reality often do not act according to logic, but there is absolutely logic in waging war, and there must be reasons behind this messy situation.

For this reason, Roja flipped through the important information of the Saint Jie Society in recent months, but was attracted by a person's name.

[King of Spells] Priest Maxhill.

When Roja saw this title, he was stunned on the spot, not because he thought of anything, but because he didn't think of anything.

Roja didn't know this person, and he had never heard of it, but the person who can be called the king of spells, with his feet, knew that he was definitely not an ordinary person. Seeing this situation, Roja called the guards at the gate The loyal believer made insinuations, and the results surprised him.

This [King of Spells] Priest Maxiel is actually the headmaster of St. Freya College!

???

Something's wrong, how could I not have any impression of such a powerful person?

Roja's gaze sharpened when he heard the disciple's introduction, and the sense of disobedience in his heart became stronger and stronger, and as his understanding deepened, Roja became more certain of this point.

According to believers, Priest has been famous for a long time, and few people know how old he is. He used to be the speaker of the country of scholars, but later resigned and lived in seclusion, but he has always been regarded as the country of scholars. The uncrowned king, because Priest is one of the highest levels of combat power in the human world, simply put, it is source level 1.

Normally, this venerable old man should be waiting at home to die, but the situation on the front line of the Alien War is critical. Priest, as one of the highest combat powers on the human side, cannot stand idly by, so he resumed his role as Saint Frey. Dean of Ya Academy and many other positions.

There was such a big rebellion in Leinster this time, and if nothing else happened, he might have to come back in person, and he was also the academy's biggest reinforcement.

Hearing the believer's words, the black-haired young man didn't change his face, he didn't seem to care, and after asking a few more questions, he sent him out. After the door was closed, Roja's face was already sinking with twinkling eyes.

However, what he did not know was that at the same time, an old man in a black robe in the distance was also reading the letter information. The pupils suddenly contracted.

"Akat..."

Looking in the direction of Leinster, the white-haired old man whispered to himself.

Chapter 290 Seven Witch King (3k)

Roa Arcat didn't know how long he hadn't felt this way.

It was the hazy feeling of being guided in a dream, like a pilgrim who is about to meet his god. Under this guidance, the thinking is protected and numb, and the physical reaction seems to be blocked.

Exhaustion is like an iceberg in the sea, most of it is hidden under the water, leaving only an insignificant part in Roja's heart.

If the only thing that could arouse his blunt emotions and surprise him a little, it was the unprecedented environment now.

Street.

It is not the bloody plain of Glandar at that time, not the valley surrounded by Petra's body, but the holy white, spacious and bright royal road like a king welcoming the return of victory, it is a purely man-made creation.

This situation is completely different from the past pilgrimage through mountains and rivers, which made Roja's remaining thoughts jump, but this did not affect the guidance. The black-haired boy walked through the road that seemed to emit a faint white light in the sun, towards the majestic and huge palace. keep going.

The fluttering flags, towering towers, and carpets with red and gold thread patterns show dignity and glory. The city gates are majestic and majestic, and the tall doors are opened. The golden and magnificent interior of the building shows the prosperity of this magnificent place.

Roja never thought that the existence of this meeting actually lived in this place that people imagined as a divine kingdom. After all, the environment of the ancient gods who followed him had never shown him any traces of ancient civilization.

Amid the numbness, Roja walked through the long corridor and came to a gate. The black-haired boy stopped in front of the gate for the first time, and his brain reflexively knew what it was.

between audiences.

This is the core of the entire building, and it is also where the gods reside.

No one in the empty palace signed up to open the door for him, but the magnificent and heavy door opened naturally amidst the rumbling sound.

The ray of light revealed from the crack of the door inside the palace gradually expanded from the center of Roja's eyebrows to both sides. At the same time, the solemn and classical music began to sound, and the top of the hall suddenly lit up and dropped gold powder, which flew to the ground and slammed Turned into a flower.

In the middle of Jin Zhiyu and Huahai, on the throne on the high platform sat a white-haired woman, about seventeen or eighteen years old, her skin that could be broken by blows was like white jade without losing blood, and her vermilion lips She is small and cute without makeup, her slender body looks exquisite in a corseted dress, and her long eyelashes cast beautiful arc shadows on her eyelids.

Maybe it was woken up by the music, or maybe it was the presence of someone coming, the woman's eyelids trembled slightly, and opened slowly after a while, and the moment the bright red pupils were revealed, Roja suddenly woke up.

"!"

The black-haired young man shook his body, recovered his senses and carefully looked up at the high platform. The white-haired woman seemed to be still in a trance, but when the arse-colored eyes met Roja's line of sight, Roja's face surprised him. Yes, showing a familiar and warm smile.

"Finally, we meet."

"You are......"

"My name is Altasia, the Witch King."

"!"

The white-haired woman said so and stretched out her fingers, as if she was explaining some important knowledge to the teacher, but Roja's eyes widened when he heard this sentence.

Witch, this word is not a joke in Shia, it is not a derogatory term for those women in Roja's previous life who were burned to death on false charges, but a group that really existed.

The number of witches is too small, and they don't like to live together, so they can't be called clans, but they had a considerable status in ancient times, but compared with other powerful clans, they are not welcomed by humans.

In various existing myths, their images are basically old witches who look like humans and ghosts, or they are not human at all. They are considered to be the incarnation of disasters, existences that human beings cannot understand. There should be no kings in this group It's fair to say, and when you come up, you will report your name first and introduce yourself?When the gods...

"When did the gods talk so easily, do you think so?"

"Hey?"

The golden pupils of the young man who was suddenly repeated the words in his heart shrank suddenly. Altasia smiled triumphantly when she saw this, and then looked at Roja stretching out her fingers and twisting her hair in trouble.

"It's too much. Self-introduction is nothing. Obviously, I am also a special existence. It's not good to look at people with colored glasses."

"No, I, I just..."

"It's okay, there's no need to explain and apologize, I'm not that narrow-minded, and if I'm a hero, I forgive you."

Before Roja finished explaining, Altasia snapped her fingers to show a smile, her azure pupils looked at Roja, and the corners of her mouth curled up cutely, while Roja opposite was full of confusion.