A confused look flashed across her face, and Dora couldn't figure it out.

At this time, she thought of something, pinched the warlock's seal, and shouted softly: "Colonial Clothes, Untie!"

When he looked again, there was only the cold luster of absolute reason in his eyes.

Countless thoughts flashed through my mind, like a computer running at high speed, quickly drawing the most logical inference.

She suddenly realized: "By the way, there must be a large inventory of [Activated Silver] in the dwarf dungeon! That guy dares to act so recklessly now, I am afraid he is completely sure. These magicians have been looking for him these days, but they have never found him."

Find the person. The most likely possibility is that he has been hiding in the underground city of the dragon's lair. Perhaps, he has found the 'Lord of Resentment' and obtained some key information."

Dora thought of this, and already got a reasoning result in her mind that was very consistent with the truth.

She narrowed her eyes and came to the conclusion of this reasoning, and murmured again: "That guy probably has plans to bury all these ten thousand people in this cursed space."

Hearing this murmur, General Sam on the side turned his head and glanced at her, with an expression of disbelief in his eyes.

I'm not even sure about an eighth-level transformed mechanical warrior. Are you sure you can do it as a sixth-level professional?
Chapter completed!