Reckless Through The New World

Alice, possessing a doll, walked leisurely in the dark labyrinth.

This labyrinth has been ruined by the traversers, and the heavy defenses that Norman Speak spent two hundred years forging have been crushed by their sea tactics. Although traces of battle can be seen everywhere in the labyrinth, everything is meaningless, not even able to kill even a single intruder.

...Who said that the resurrection point is right next to it, the traversers who died because of the traps didn't even bother to wait for weakness, and continued to charge with their weakness. Anyway, it's just a flying knife, a fireball, an acid, and a poisonous mist... In a word, since you can't kill me, why don't I just face the grass?

Immortal, just so confident!

Thanks to these forerunners, Alice can now be said to have a smooth road without any obstacles.

But...there are always exceptions.

She walked for a while, then stopped abruptly, staring at the darkness around the corner.

It was a corner no one would pay attention to, there was nothing—or so it seemed.

However, in Alice's eyes, there is not nothing there, but a small eyeball that is rolling, constantly peeping to the left and right.

"Eye of nothingness, Norman Speak's rank doesn't seem to be low." She said to herself, walked straight to the eyeball, and reached out and poked it.

The incorporeal eyeballs were easily touched by her. Although she was not injured, she was quite frightened, and shrank suddenly and stepped back.

"Connect me to your boss." The doll girl showed a "sunny" smile, "Quick!"

The Void Eye didn't answer.

Alice frowned, her body slammed forward, like a wild cat hunting, looking at it gloomily.

"My patience is limited, lowly inferior!" Her tone became gloomy, and the smell of sulfur and blood came out of nowhere, spreading like a tide, "Execute my order!"

The Void Eye vibrated, then slowly leaned forward—to it, it meant obedience.

Next to the blood pool, Norman Speak frowned, who was watching Brave's transformation, and received an unexpected message.

"Someone found my scout? Could it be that a cleric with a legendary rank is here?"

He muttered to himself, connecting the eye of nothingness with consciousness.

So, he saw a little girl squatting in front of the Eye of Nothingness.

This little girl is about ten years old, with beautiful but inorganic blond hair, she looks quite beautiful. She wears a sophisticated and delicate dress that is definitely not suitable for flexible movement. At first glance, you can tell that she is the type of person who rarely goes out, and in general, the type that makes people feel completely intimidated.

(This little girl is definitely not, so who is it?)

Speak pondered in confusion, adjusted the angle of the Eye of Nothingness, and looked for more clues.

But before the Eye of Nothingness could turn, the little girl grabbed it.

"Norman Speak! Are you looking at this?" she said in a condescending tone, in a righteous manner, "what the **** are you doing? You don't feel ashamed to cause trouble casually. ?"

Speke was shocked by this arrogant five-star speech for about a tenth of a second, and then he was furious and almost jumped up.

This little girl is so arrogant!

Who is he? He is a famous legendary powerhouse in the world, the founder of the Thracian Magic Association, the strongest spellcaster in the contemporary era, and a senior master who has shaken the world for more than two hundred years.

He is still a demon who has been lurking in the human world for hundreds of years without being detected, a hunter who has captured the high-end power in the entire Thracian magic world, and a transformation master who can mass-produce legendary puppet soldiers.

Most importantly, he is strong!

However, just a little girl!

Just a little girl! ! !

Speak couldn't describe how he felt, he even felt a pain in the air behind his shoulders - there should have been a pair of wings there, but he cut it off through a ritual before diving into the world, and made sure it wouldn't. After all, there is no race in the world that will run around with a pair of bat wings blazing with sulphur flames all day long.

Although the wings have been missing for more than 200 years, whenever Speke is extremely excited, he still feels his wings hurt.

This kind of pain is called phantom limb pain.

Now, he is so angry that his phantom limb hurts.

He widened his eyes, drew a symbol with his left hand, and the eye of nothingness immediately exploded, turning into a cloud of sulphur-smelling smoke and disappearing without a trace.

Alice stared darkly at the place where the thing disappeared, and was silent for a few seconds.

Then, she laughed, and the laughter was low and cold, making people feel uneasy and maybe even have nightmares at the slightest sound.

Oh, the word "may" is superfluous, maybe the suspense is just, is it going to be a nervous breakdown from a nightmare? Or a sudden stroke because of a nightmare?

After laughing for a while, Alice stood up again and walked forward along the trajectory of the traversers who rushed in before.

"I'm getting more and more curious." She said to herself, "What will you look like when we meet?"

"Blind Norman Speak!"

This time she walked very fast, and after a while, she passed through the entire maze and came to the hall where the battle was still fierce.

The battle situation in the hall has completely tilted towards the traversers. About one-third of the polluted puppets in the front row have fallen, and most of the rest are in jeopardy. The defense line is crumbling, and it is about to collapse completely.

The traversers shouted, happily and fiercely launching a tide-like onslaught, and every now and then a pollution puppet was knocked down, and then at least seven or eight people rushed up and beat it like a mosaic - of course, if This guy looks more like a human, or if he has equipment on his body, he will be knocked unconscious by a stick and dragged to the back. Eric and others have prepared enough seals and are taking the time to seal them.

"Why seal these?" Alice asked curiously.

Eric, who was too busy to touch the ground, didn't lift his head and replied, "Maybe it can be treated in the future. If cured, he will become a legendary thug."

"There is no cure, and the soul is rotten."

"Maybe there are one or two that aren't rotten from time to time."

Alice took a closer look at the one Eric was treating—a strong, muscular man who could be described as "standing on his fists and running horses on his arms". There are many scars on this guy, but they are not fatal, but in her opinion, it is full of rotten perforations, and the soul can flow out of pus almost as soon as it is touched. There is really no possibility of salvation.

With the thought of "maybe try", she touched the guy's soul with her soul tentacles.

In the next instant, with the slight sound of blisters bursting, this guy exploded into a pool of blood in front of them, splashing all over the floor.

"Looks like it's the rotten kind," she said.

Eric sighed: "Alice! Please! Could you please not trouble me? I'm tired enough!"

Looking at his tired face, and at the several "items" lying about in the distance not far away waiting to be processed, as well as the guys who were trying to bring down a polluted puppet that looked like a half-blooded female elf and trying to bring it back, Thinking of Norman Speak's stupidity who couldn't even recognize a big man like herself, Alice shook her head and sighed helplessly.

"It's just nonsense! None of you are reliable!"