Chapter 1630

Roast pig's eye is like a debris flow, which smashes the prejudice of many guests towards pig's eye and makes this dark cuisine deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Of course, there are also guests who repent while feeling their round stomach when they go out.

"Crazy and terrible guests, they ate the eyes of at least a thousand pigs tonight." Abemia saw off the last guest, closed the door and said with a look of wonder.

"The eyes of 1125 pigs, to be exact." McGonagall came out of the kitchen and said that he was also surprised by the popularity of roast pig eyes. On the first day of online, with such a terrible name, he sold more than 500 copies, and how many pigs died for it.

"The city of chaos is a terrible city. It's a battlefield for pigs to die." Angela muttered.

All the women were surprised at the number. After all, they were worried that they would not be able to sell any of them at first.

"Everyone is working hard today. Let's go back and have a rest early." Meg said with a smile as he looked at the restaurant that had been cleaned by Elizabeth.

"What about me?" Angela asked quickly.

"By the way, Angela, you can go back to the staff dormitory with them. MIA will arrange your room for you." Said Meg.

"Yes, come with us. The boss must have got you a beautiful room." Mia smiles, takes Angela's hand and walks to the door.

When the crowd left, MEG was about to go upstairs. The light golden light flashed in the dining room. Elena appeared in the dining room and looked at MEG and said, "I got Sheryl's whereabouts."

"Where is she now?" McGonagall asked with a twinkle in his eyes.

"Still in the forest of the wind."

"Caught?"

"No, she should be lurking." Irina shook her head, then said: "during this period, there have been several assassinations in the wind forest. Four high-level elves with strength ranging from level 7 to level 8 were assassinated and killed."

"You mean Sheryl killed them? But her strength should not have broken through level 8. " MEG frowned.

"Since it's an assassination, it can't be limited by strength. An ordinary child can also kill a powerful great magician. She should have used disguise."

McGonagall is thoughtful. Sheryl is really good at camouflage herself. It's not difficult to change her gender.

"And those who were killed were those who besieged her father Vincent that day." Irina continued.

"I'm afraid she's in a very dangerous situation to kill so many high-level elves?"

"She should be seriously injured. The wind forest has been sealed off. In order to prevent other elves from following suit, Helena has given orders to find her at all costs." Irina's face was a little heavy.

"She needs us." McGonagall's face also became serious.

"But she didn't take the initiative to contact us. Even if we go to the wind forest now, I'm afraid we won't find her before Helena. This time, I'm afraid that old witch Helena won't let us leave the wind forest with a living spirit."

"I'll ask for help from the city Lord's house. They should have spies inside the elves. We have to find Helena before." McGonagall reached out and took off his coat hanging behind the counter, put it on his body, pushed out his bike and prepared to go out.

"In what capacity?" Irina asked.

McGonagall stopped, thought for a moment, then pushed the bike back. "Alex, that's a more proper identity."

Five minutes later, McGonagall and Elena, dressed in a variety of masks, appear in the grey temple. After a simple communication with Roland, they get the other party's promise to mobilize the power of the grey temple to help them find the trace of Cheryl.

"Sean is in the city of chaos these days. Thank you for saving face for the city of chaos." Roland looks at MEG and Elena and says casually.

"Actually, I wanted to kill him." Irina glanced at her finger and said, "unfortunately, this is the city of chaos."

"Princess Elena is really a reasonable and well behaved person." Roland said with a smile.

"This grudge will be understood sooner or later, but it won't happen in the city of chaos." McGonagall said calmly that he didn't want to touch Sean and Joe when the second son of the Los Empire won the throne.

These two guys should let their dog bite the dog and have a good fight. Let's see what dirty means they can use for their only throne. Let's see if his majesty, who is superior and consciously controls everything, can finally choose his favorite successor.

Then, he will destroy it mercilessly.

Roland took a deep look at McGonagall, took out a piece of parchment from his arms, handed it to him, and said: "about the doomsday ruler and the devil, yesterday a dragon elder came back from the Dragon Island, and brought back a recent rumor circulating on the Dragon Island. Maybe you can have a look."

McGonagall unfolded the parchment. It was a picture. It was messy. All kinds of strange races gathered on one piece of paper. We could see the demons, dragons and elves. There were also some who could not see the existence of races. The strangest thing was that they were all killing each other.

Although the style of painting is rough, it perfectly presents an evil and terrible feeling in the painting.

Of course, the most terrifying thing is the center of the whole parchment, which is as huge as a mountain!

"Is this not as like as two peas?" Irina was surprised.

"It should be a new copy, but from the perspective of structure and composition, it's really the same monster." McGonagall nodded a little dignified. "Moreover, this should be the scene of doomsday. The black fog envelops the earth, and all races fall into madness."

"Did the dragon also get a stone statue?" McGonagall asked, looking at Roland. They only showed the statue to Michael and Roland.

"No, according to the return of the spies, it should be painted on the huge mural found under the Golden Dragon Island. It is said that it is very old and may exist in ancient times. Now there are very few giant dragons known on the Dragon Island, and the news is blocked." Roland shook his head.

"So... This may have happened in those years, and this mural left by the ancestors of the dragon is to warn future generations?" Meg's voice was a little heavy.

"So, the races that existed in this mural, but now disappear, may have been destroyed in the terrible invasion of the doomsday dominator." Elena was equally dignified.

Roland shook his head, some meaningful said: "all this is unknown, but to be sure, there should be more relics left in the world, but they have been ignored."