Chapter 803

Changing the door is a saying of the mercenary world.

It probably means similar to job hopping.

According to the words of these people and the memory read by the old lich, Sean knew that Mann had completely incorporated all the forces cheated by him. It was obvious that Mann made a completely different move from that in the game: he wanted to completely dominate the slave team in the deep belly of the whole wilderness. However, different from the way that ordinary people want to dominate, Mann boldly borrowed this dungeon as bait to catch all the slave teams of other forces.

After losing a large number of masters and strong men, the rest of them had to obey Mann.

After all, for those struggling at the bottom, which boss is not with? As long as they have meat to eat, soup to drink and money to spend, they don't care who they are loyal to. This is a group of complete bandits and robbers.

But it is precisely because of this means of Mann that it provides Sean with a great opportunity at this time.

It's pretending to be survivors of one of these slave teams and sneaking into Mann's base. So Sean had the chance to approach MCN, and finally to play with MCN or to steal the deep sea pearl, which was naturally Sean has the final say.

Anyway, as long as you successfully blend in, it's equal to Sean taking the initiative.

But before that, of course, Sean needs to get a disguised identity.

And solve a small problem.

The hidden watcher.

The gesture made by Sean may be just a meaningless action for the surface people. It may even be that Sean's hand is sour, so he waves it at will. However, the meaning of this gesture is very obvious for Rorty cabas and HARTING, who were born in the underground world.

With a tail, deal with the aftermath.

Rotikabas and HARTING looked at each other and United that there were only 19 enemies in front of them, but the old Lich clearly said that there were 20 people, and immediately understood Sean's meaning. Of course, a rather subtle feeling also emerged in their hearts at the moment.

It is undeniable that with Sean, their two residents from the underground world have indeed found many differences between Sean and ordinary surface people. In this world, there are indeed many surface people who are willing to communicate with underground people, but they are all based on certain interests and mutual utilization, but Sean has no such meaning for their performance.

Even there was no defense.

The fighting since this period of time has made them sprout the idea of comrades in arms.

For people in the underground world, the weight of the word comrades in arms is much heavier than the so-called comrades in arms, robes and companions in the surface world. Because there has never been so-called peace in the underground world, and war is the eternal theme. Even the hostile scenes of father and son battling separately, which can not be imagined by surface people, are very common in the underground world. Therefore, for people in the underground world, only those companions who live and die together are trustworthy.

And Sean, the gesture he just made, for them, was the gesture that his companion paoze would make.

He, trust them.

HARTING's pupils were slightly red. He glanced at roticabas, and his lips opened and closed: I'll come.

Rorty cabas nodded and said nothing, but at this time, his hand holding the gun was very stable, not even a tremor, and his breath was even weaker than before. Even Harding, if not face-to-face at this time, could not feel the breath of roticabas at all. Based on Harding's understanding of roticabas, this is the attitude that roticabas has become extremely serious.

Here, after Sean made that gesture, he and the group of people who should have owned it but changed their line somehow have left the central hall. At the same time, he did not forget to close the iron door of the central hall. This move naturally attracted another burst of laughter from others, but only Sean and Rorty cabas knew the significance of Sean closing the door at this time.

Almost at the moment when the iron door of the central hall closed, HARTING had flashed out like a ghost and ran straight to a shadow corner.

There is only one place in the whole central hall that can hide the sight of HARTING and others who have hidden in the central hall in advance, and then continue to play the role of monitoring unconsciously.

At this time, Harding ran straight to him, impressively preparing to deceive the other party by surprise.

In fact, as Harding expected, he had no time to dodge. Not to mention that his strength is not as good as that of HARTING and others. Even if he can compete with HARTING and others, it is impossible for him not to be captured when he has a mental calculation without intention and HARTING goes all out at this time.

"Don't kill him!" Cecilia spoke almost as soon as Harding moved.

This urgent voice changed Harding's attack, which was intended to cut off the other party's head, and instead tapped on the other party's neck. However, due to his hasty withdrawal, he could not avoid causing a lot of injuries to the other party, but he would not be killed in one blow. Of course, if you don't get timely treatment, I'm afraid you won't live long from the injury of your neck.

However, for Cecilia and others, this is not a problem.

With Hitler here, he will never die as long as he is not killed by one blow.

Just looking at Cecilia's move to ask Hitler to help save people, HARTING and rotikabas were a little puzzled.

"He can't die." Cecilia looked at the middle-aged man who was seriously injured by HARTING but was saved by Hitler. At this time, she was calmly looking at them, and then said in a deep voice, "he is a watcher. If he died, all the people he watched just now would die."

"I can't see. The young lady knows very well." The middle-aged man looked mockingly at Cecilia and others. "It seems that the young man who suddenly appeared just now is really not one of us, but do you think they won't die if you imprison me?"

"Of course not." Cecilia looked at the middle-aged man with cold eyes. It was like looking at a dead man, which made the middle-aged man feel a palpitation inexplicably, "so we'll let you go."

"Ha ha, you want to buy me off? I tell you, I...... "

"Buy? No, we don't need it. " Cecilia interrupted the middle-aged man without hesitation, and then he stopped looking at the middle-aged man, but turned to the old lich, "Dear Sir, I know that there is not only the magic of reading other people's memory, but also the magic of modifying memory in the magic of the dead, right?"

Hearing Cecilia's words, the middle-aged man looked very frightened. At this time, he finally knew what these people were going to do to catch themselves: "you... You are in flagrant violation of the continental treaty Are you just watching? If you let others know, you will die too. "

"I'm an underground man. If you other surface people know, don't you also want to surround and kill me?" Harding said coldly, "so what continental treaty has nothing to do with me."

Watching the middle-aged man turn his head and look at himself, Rorty cabas showed an elegant smile and said, "sorry, I'm also underground."

The middle-aged man's face showed a look of despair. Then he turned his head and looked at Shina and lanster: "you too?"

"I'm not." Lanster shook his head, which made the middle-aged man look happy, but soon became desperate, "but I'm from the deep-sea Mermaid family. You almost caught me and sold me before. I don't know and don't want to know about your so-called human treaties. "

Shina's answer was more straightforward: "now I probably can't be regarded as a purebred human. Well... So human treaties probably have nothing to do with me. "

Hearing these people's words, the old Lich sent out a burst of Jie's strange Laughter: "despair is breeding. Oh, what a wonderful taste! However, little guy, you should know that this magic of modifying memory has a great risk. If he fails, he will become an idiot. "

"It's certainly a great risk for ordinary necromancer to do so, but if even you will fail, then I'll think it's a joke." Cecilia smiled sweetly, "you are the noble Lich Lord."

"You're crazy!" Hearing the word lich, the middle-aged man finally jumped up in horror, but soon he was pressed back by Harding, "you are the priest of the Life Church! They are not only in flagrant violation of the continental treaty, but also with a lich, you... You... "

Hitler's look at this time was also quite confused, even with a little struggle.

The goddess of life believed in by the life church is not a radical goddess. Unlike paranoia such as the God of dawn and the God of justice, if you have to say it, it is more like a neutral tendency. This is the same as the natural camp of the Lich. It is precisely because of this. Naturally, Hitler doesn't pay special attention to the cooperation between Sean and the old Lich. As long as the Lich doesn't start the war of the dead, the Life Church won't take care of it.

However, tampering with memory is clearly prohibited in the miracle continent.

This treaty is not only for mankind, but for all intelligent races. It is signed jointly by all major races, countries and churches. Because memory belongs to the region of the soul, any act of tampering with memory and magic will be listed as extremely evil. Once it is found and reported, it will be pursued and killed by the whole continent.

As the chief saint of the Church of life, if Hitler committed such a thing of knowing and breaking the law, it would be extremely disadvantageous to her. It is likely to plant guilt in her heart, which will hinder her future acquisition of divine power, and may even lose her divine power.

Cecilia suddenly reached out and patted Hitler on the shoulder, and then said softly, "this is for Sean. You once signed a contract with Sean on behalf of the life church. There is a content in it that when you know that Sean is in danger, you must take Sean's safety as the first priority If you let him go back alive, Sean is likely to die, and I will never allow anything that may threaten Sean to happen. "

Hearing Cecilia's words, the confused color on Hitler's face faded a little, but there was still a struggle on her face.

"The goddess of life has not issued any ban on this. As long as you are still pious to the goddess, it will not have any impact on you." Cecilia saw that the fire seemed to be almost burning, so she added, "Sean said that. You should believe him even if you don't believe me? You should know that he is much better than me in the contact with gods. "

Hitler thought for a moment, then took a deep breath and nodded, "I see."

Hearing Hitler's words, the middle-aged man was completely desperate at this time.

The old Lich made a louder strange laugh. He looked at Cecilia and said, "I like you very much. Your style is very similar to me. How about it? Would you like to consider learning undead magic from me? I'm very optimistic about you. "

"If I am interested in it in the future, I will certainly ask you for advice." Cecilia's answer was naturally impeccable.

"By the way, one more thing." The old Lich stretched out a skeleton finger and suddenly said, "the process of modifying memory is a very painful behavior for the modifier himself. Maybe he will die because he can't bear the pain."

"Don't worry." Cecilia gave a sneer, and then suddenly took out a piece and stuffed it into the middle-aged man's mouth to prevent him from biting his tongue and committing suicide. "As long as you don't make him an idiot, he can't die."