If other words are normal, then the word Giggs mentioned by this beard last can be said to have caused a thousand waves in one stone.

The wizards who were a little sensible all showed strange expressions. They looked at each other, not knowing what to say for a moment.

After the incident in the Great Secret Realm, the God of Fear disappeared, and the God of War Giggs and the Wizard Wang Bonuo both suffered losses and stayed in the door, which made Ferlando take over the authority of the heavenly realm in one fell swoop.

This is something that anyone with a better knowledge knows.

In such a sensitive place, wizards usually pay attention to the changes in the heavens, so it is not difficult to find out about Giggs's news.

In this case, how could Giggs run to chase the Arcane Empire's Dengyun Ship?

Unless, it is the person of the same name.

Although there is such a possibility, it is relatively low. After all, there are too few people who can chase the God-Slaying Fleet.

Coupled with the retro accent of the beard, there was an ominous premonition in everyone's heart.

"Don't mention our exact origin in front of him!"

"Don't mention time! Remember, don't mention time!"

"Let's get on the boat first."

Such a voice sounded in Xu Nan's heart, it was Jiang Yuanchi!

When he looked up, he found that Senior Sister Jiang was not far away from him, and her expression was still calm.

Judging from the reactions of others around, Senior Sister Jiang sent a similar message to everyone.

Some people are puzzled, while others are thinking.

But at this time, Jiang Yuanchi's status and status obviously became the direction for everyone to rely on.

Although the remaining wizard hesitated, he followed Jiang Yuanchi on the boat under the urging of the beard.

Xu Nan pulled Atang and got in.

Not long after, the protective cover on the Dengyun ship was closed again, and the fog suddenly appeared again.

This powerful cloud ship began to advance slowly.

I just don't know where it is.

...

Outside the Aurora Land.

A large number of wizards gathered here.

On the mast of the central air craft, the young shy legendary wizard stared at the front with a serious expression.

However, the space ahead has nothing.

Most of the members of the search and rescue team were driven out by a mysterious force.

Only a few people disappeared.

All signs indicate that there has been a huge change in the Aurora Land!

Soon, a wizard flew over in a witchcraft broom.

"Has the investigation been clear? What's the reason?"

Barbosa asked quickly.

The wizard shook his head: "There is no way to determine the specific reason yet."

"We have completely lost contact with the inside, and we can't get in with normal means, as if the Aurora Land was removed from here."

"But when we were looking for the secret eye photo record, we found this!"

He handed a crystal ball on it.

Barbosa grabbed the crystal ball and began to review.

Soon, the images from a bird's-eye view of the Aurora Land began to be screened in front of him like a movie.

With Barbosa's strength, it is difficult to see clearly what the secret magic eyes have recorded.

Because someone took action, this part of the information was blocked.

"Is it impossible for my great prophecy to know?"

Barbosa did not show a confused expression, but instead guessed something.

He pulled the recording to the last moment.

Finally, here, he saw a clearer image.

That was the scene when the wizards climbed the bridge of the Cloud Ship.

At that moment, the young legendary wizard's pupils shrank, and he saw the man.

The girl carrying a flower basket.

"It's her."

"She's here again."

"Is this Stephen Sand's repertoire?"

He lowered the crystal ball with some self-deprecating silence.

Someone next to him asked carefully: "Sir, what should we do?"

Barbosa waved:

"Notify Lord Ansuli and Lord Lawns."

"Amron is not something we can deal with."

...

Stephen Sand, the three-person meeting room that had been accumulated for a long time.

Today, there are rare figures.

Ansuli sat on the horn of the hexagram carved on the floor and threw a report in front of Lawns, the Lord of the White Tower.

"You'd better explain why there was a mistake in your direction of responsibility."

"If Luo Mang's disciple had not found the ghost of the thief by chance, we would have lost more."

"Don't tell me that you have spent so much effort to get promoted to a lich that you can't even take care of what's under your nose."

Lawns pushed the report away with a expressionless face.

He knew the contents without reviewing them, because before this meeting, he had learned the ins and outs of the thief incident through his own intelligence system.

Ansuli's questioning makes sense, because the reconnaissance and security of the Legion of the Thiefs have always been responsible for Lawns' White Tower.

"I will give you a reasonable explanation, but not now."

The Lord of the White Tower responded with his signature sharp voice.

"You'd better have a statement."

An Suli seemed very angry: "I hate those tadpoles very much, it's really annoying!"

"It's so disgusting!"

Lawns shrugged, as if he agreed, and as if he was disdainful.

"After that being said, if it's such a small matter, why should I come here?"

He asked.

This is also the greatest curiosity in Lawns' heart.

You know, since Barbera left, this three-person meeting room has never been opened again.

The scene of Stephen San’s legendary three-seat discussion on major events no longer exists, because Barbera’s departure directly led to Stephen San’s power imbalance. Although Ansuli and Lawns nominally restrict each other, Lawns knew very well.

I am far from An Suli's opponent.

So he voluntarily gave up his power and firmly limited his influence to the scope of the White Tower.

Politically, retreating to advancing.

From the overall perspective, it seems to be a wise choice to hand over everything to An Suli.

This woman has the energy that makes all gods afraid.

Stephen San is safe and sound, and it is all her support.

Even if Lawns is not convinced in his heart, it still needs to be admitted.

Back to the topic, in Lawns's perception, Ansuli had no motivation to restart the three-person meeting room again.

He was confused as to why he sat in this powerful but cold hall.

Could it be that An Suli suddenly wanted to delegate power?

Although it was a bit incredible, Lawns's long-cold heart suddenly became hot.

"Does you want to change?"

He asked tentatively.

An Suli looked at him as if she had returned to her spirit and said indifferently:

"You're thinking too much."

"I just miss Barbera a little and forgot to throw the keys to the chamber, so I asked you to open the door."

Lawns: "…"

Don’t I have a statue that has a sense of existence?

He was already cursing in his heart.

He followed An Suli's gaze just now, and behind the tall chair was indeed a statue of the Prophet Barbera.
To be continued...