"Little guy, as your strength increases, the truth of the world will be revealed in front of your eyes one by one. You are not qualified to know more now. Work hard. When you come back from the exile, you will almost know the truth. At least you will no longer keep the truth from the wizard Lord's truth."

Frett's words made Little Will feel like he could not accept it. He always felt that if he knew the truth, his three views might be completely broken. However, before that, the first thing he had to do was to pass the twelve houses.

The identity of Frett's apostle did not need to keep it secret for Little Vir, Lilith, and Shililuo, but for Lady Dark Night, Caroline and Segoreth had to be strictly confidential.

The identity of the apostle needs to be kept secret, but the identity of the wizard master does not need to be constructed. It can even be said that this identity will bring him many benefits. The eyes of Madame Dark Night, Caroline, and Segores, who seemed to look at a god, were enough to make Fret happy for a long time.

"The little guys are all very good, but they are still much worse. You should know that in any palace guarded by someone, there are fifth-level strong men in the palace behind them, and each of these strong men has stayed at fifth-level for thousands of years. Now you are afraid that it will be difficult for you to pass their test, even if you join forces," Fret took good care of them. He could eat delicious food here as long as you can. But to be honest, except for fruits, grains and wine, there is really not much meat in the Taurus Palace.

The First Apostle put a lot of restrictions on him in this regard. It is no problem to develop structural witchcraft, but let's forget about biochemical research, so the human-shaped beast-shaped structural puppets outside use not real flesh and blood, but steel. However, Fret, the master of construction, is really strong, and can simulate seven or eight points. In addition, Little Virgin, Lilith and others were shocked by the powerful strength here and did not observe carefully. Their identification eyes were restricted by Fret, which was temporarily frightened.

Yes, I was just a temporary fright. Frett created a world with his own hands because of loneliness and boredom. All the people and beasts in this world act according to certain rules. They actually do not have much wisdom. A simple conversation is OK at the beginning, but once they communicate in depth, they will immediately reveal themselves.

That's why Fret was so anxious to bring them here, in order to avoid them from seeing the flaws when they had too much contact with the "people" here.

Fret succeeded, especially when so many world-level construction puppets were excluded, it forced Little Vir, Lilith and others to be cautious in their words and actions. So until Fret revealed the Lord of the Construction, Little Vir did not find too many things wrong. Everything in the whole city, including outside, was too normal, at least it seemed like this.

If there is an abnormality, there are not only good aspects in the world, but also bad aspects. At least Little Virgin Lilith did not see anyone being lazy. If there is another detail, they did not see anyone practicing or training.

Because they are constructed puppets, they do not need to be practiced or trained at all. It is abnormal to have a place where strong people emerge without training or fighting.

When a sixth-level strongman wants to deceive a group of fourth-level juniors, sometimes it’s that simple. Lillith secretly guarded. After all, although their opponents are not level six, they are at least level five.

"Frett, you just said that each of the gatekeepers behind has stayed at level 5 for at least a thousand years. What does this sentence mean?" Little Weir suddenly noticed a detail.

Fret looked at him deeply: "I am worthy of being the favored by the gods, and I have noticed this detail. It's right, it's thousands of years, not ten thousand years."

"How many calculations do you think the twelve palaces are?" Fret looked up at the sky, but only saw a layer of space barrier. His wizard master was also a prisoner, let alone those fifth-level giant members.

"Time flow rate?" Little Weir asked carefully as if he had thought of something.

Fret couldn't help but be surprised, and then realized that this kid was a four-star apostle and must have been exposed to time acceleration when he advanced. Otherwise, it would be almost impossible to be able to reach the peak of the fourth level at his age. Moreover, his strength has vaguely broken through the boundary of the fourth level, just because the space rules have not yet overcome that hurdle.

"You kid can really be smart enough. Yes, those twelve sixth-level powerful men forced themselves to interfere with the time flow rate of the twelve palaces. Without outsiders passing the level, the time slowed down a hundred times. When someone passed the level, the time flow rate increased a hundred times." Fret said very casually: "In other words, you have been here for a hundred years, and the outside world has only been here for a year. After you left, I have been here for a year, and a hundred years have passed by the outside world."

Little Weir frowned, "The connection between the twelve palaces and the exile land should not have been completely cut off at the beginning, right? If this is true..."

Are the giants all fools?

No, on the contrary, there are many smart people among the giants. They have created brilliant civilizations and are able to enslave all races not only because of their own strength, but because they have enough wisdom. However, people are always easy to inflate, especially when they are at the peak and invincible.

The decline of the giants comes from their own expansion and arrogance. In other words, they are committed suicide, breaking the foundation of the world, breaking the barriers of the world, and opening up the door to hell. This is the reason for their decline.

Even if they are not driven off the throne by all races, and even if they are not sealed and suppressed by the twelve strong men, they will not be able to please them. The hell demon has been staring at this world. It is their greatest effort to be able to fight to this extent and delay the time of destruction until now.

It can even be said that if the giants had not been suppressed and sealed early, with their arrogant personality, the world might have perished long ago.

"It will naturally not be like this until they have the initiative, or to truly confirm that the giants have no power to resist. What after that?" Frett's face showed a gloomy look: "Have you heard of the toads in the warm water?"

"Top a toad into the boiling boiling water, and the toad will jump out of the boiling water with all its strength, thus escaping the birth of the world. However, throwing the toad into ordinary warm water and adding a slow fire to heat up the lower part will allow the toad to enjoy the comfort of the warm water at the beginning, and then the temperature will increase little by little, and the toad will adapt to the temperature changes little by little."

"But everything has a degree. The degree that a toad can use is far below that of water. When the toad feels uncomfortable, the temperature of the water is already very high, and the toad's physical strength has been greatly consumed. It is impossible to jump out at this time."

"The giants are like frogs in warm water, being plotted to death by the twelve strong men!"

"The Exile Land is a huge space, with a vast area and abundant resources, and a very good magic power. Although it was expelled and sealed, the living environment for ordinary giant members has not changed much. Instead, because of the absence of ferocious monsters, powerful dragon clans, and gods, they have become a little lazy."

"The top leaders of the Giant Clan trained seven new fifth-level people and sent them into the twelve palaces, trying to control the seal step by step, but they didn't know that these potential seeds would eventually be imprisoned by the twelve palaces, and would isolate their way back to the exile land. Those people are the top seeds of the Giant Clan, and they have the hope of advancing to the sixth level, but they have fallen into the twelve palaces because of the plot of the twelve strong men."

Fret looked at Little Will with a look of sadness on his face: "Knowing yourself and your enemy will never be defeated. The twelve strong people have a thorough understanding of the character of the giants. It is not that the strong people cannot appear in the exile land, but these strong people need to meet some conditions. Born in the exile land, grow up in the exile land, and then, the twelve palaces need to release the restrictions on the exile land."

"The role of the twelve palaces is not static. The first five hundred years were just suppression and sealing. Five hundred years later, it became the power of suppression, isolation and extraction of space. At that time, the twelve palaces had little restrictions and direct control over the exile land. If the seven members of the giants were still exiled, they could fully upgrade to the sixth level with their own efforts and the resources of the giants."

"There is no need to advance all, and it is impossible to advance all. Only two or three sixth-level strong men, combined with Yake and others, are enough to open a survival channel with a point-breaking surface, but unfortunately..."

"Even so, the twelve strongmen did not intend to allow the seven Giant Level 5 powerhouses to continue to improve. They controlled the twelve palaces and slowed down a hundred times when no one passed the level, and accelerated a hundred times when someone passed the level, so as to limit the cultivation time of the fifth-level Giant Level 5 masters."

"That's why I say that the people behind stay at the fifth level are over a thousand years, or about thousand years, after all..."

"Have you not done anything?" Little Weir was very curious, "Can this palace really suppress the level 6 powerhouse?"

Fret rolled his eyes wide: "I was able to rush out from here at the beginning, but what about after rushing out? I directly challenged the twelve strong men, and then beat them to death or imprison them halfway?"

"I have tried hard. Eight thousand years ago, I once sent out a map to reveal the situation of the exile place in the name of the Temple of Heritage, but in the end no one came." Fret was very sad. This was a trick he had finally thought of, and it was sent out through the First Apostle. He did not think that the First Apostle would be untrustworthy. At that time, he was already a five-star apostle.

"The treasure map you mentioned is not this one, right?" Little Weir's heart moved, and a skin appeared in his hand. Fret jumped up suddenly, and his expression became extremely rich.

"You, you, you..., how could this map be in your hands?"

"Oh, when I was still in the Continent of Gods, I got it from a teacher in the academy. It is said that it was derived from a goblin ruin. Eight thousand years ago, it happened to be when the goblin civilization was destroyed, so this thing was buried until..." Little Weir's words made Fret dizzy.

coincide?

No, the choice of time is definitely not a coincidence. I remember clearly that the first apostle said that the twelve strong men collectively decided to give him some help.
Chapter completed!