After a simple get-together, Mag watched Princess Xi hug Vicki and leave, closing the door.
Although I still didn't get any useful information from Xi's mouth, today was not without gain.
At least he knew who the other person in the underground city was in Norland, and he was an acquaintance.
Although Vicki is not very emotionally stable, she is still much easier to deceive than Xi.
Mag had already thought about it and used Vicki as a breakthrough to pry the secrets of the dungeon from her mouth.
With the Black Cat Opera Troupe here, she couldn't escape.
Mag was about to put away the tableware when Irina came down from the corner of the stairs with a smile, "Isn't it fun to drink and have fun with these two little beauties?"
"I'm working." Mag said seriously.
Irina rolled her eyes at him, crossed her legs and sat down on a chair nearby, "I didn't expect that Vicki Nannizi was also from the underground city, but she doesn't seem to be very strong or outstanding."
"With the assistance of high technology, physical combat ability does not fully represent a person's combat effectiveness. I saw her going to Cthulhu to self-destruct on the ice field, and I also saw her driving a mecha and running wildly on the ice field. The scene." Mag smiled and shook his head, "If coupled with the mecha, her combat effectiveness is equivalent to that of a level nine dragon. If coupled with a battleship, it will be even more difficult to estimate."
Irina opened her mouth. Although she was not sure what kind of bonus Mag's mechas and battleships could bring to Vicki, she still chose to believe in his judgment and said instead: "I think she is interested in you." Quite interested.”
It shows that Brother Ming's charm is still the same as before. Mag said seriously: "I think they just want to get the food I cooked for free. It's an old tradition in the dungeon."
"Are you going to the dungeon first?" Irina asked, looking into Mag's eyes.
"Yes, the secret of becoming a god is hidden there. It is indeed very attractive to me. I will definitely go and have a look." Mag nodded.
"But there is no god in this world." Irina's voice was a little cold, and her expression was no longer joking.
Mag suddenly froze, realizing the meaning of Irina's words, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his back felt chilly.
Yes, there are countless legends about gods circulating on the Nolan continent, and almost every race worships various gods.
But... in the past endless months, there was no definite evidence that God had appeared, and no race had a God who could lead them to the top.
Gods may have appeared on the Nolan continent, but they have all disappeared.
No one knows where they went, and they left no trace of evidence.
In such a huge continent, a world where countless races coexist, in countless millions of years, has no one really touched that boundary?
Even in these short few hundred years, Alex and Landist have seen the existence of that invisible barrier.
He doesn't think they are eternal geniuses, the probability of this is too high.
Where did those people go after they became gods?
"I understand your pursuit of power, but what about after you become a god? Could it be that if we miss you in the future, we can only burn a stick of incense for you?" Irina continued to ask.
Mag couldn't help laughing. When it came to burning incense...he thought of his own incense becoming a god.
"Xi said that there are beings higher than level ten in the dungeon. They call them extraordinary beings. I want to see what kind of existence the so-called extraordinary beings are and whether they are truly transcendent gods." Mag's expression He said seriously: "If they become gods but can still stay in the underground city, it means that this is not unbreakable."
Irina nodded thoughtfully and added: "If you meet a real god and you enter the dungeon, you may not be able to escape."
"If you can't fight, just run away. I'm quite confident in my ability to escape." Mag smiled, walked up to Irina, stretched out his hand to squeeze her shoulder, and said, "Would you like something to eat?" ?There’s also barbecue.”
"I don't want to eat what you left." Irina shook her head, thought for a moment and said, "You feed it to me."
"This..." Mag glanced at Irina's plump red lips, turned around and walked towards the kitchen, "I'm going to knead the dough."
A bowl of shaved noodles was quickly prepared, and Mag added two fried eggs for her.
Mag sat down opposite Irina and watched her quietly as she ate the noodles in small bites.
With a beautiful face, her little cherry mouth sucked lightly, and a piece of thin noodles slipped into her mouth like a silver fish, and then she chewed it and swallowed it. She looked cute and cute.
"Don't stare at me while eating." Irina glared at him.
"Some people say that when you stay quietly somewhere, you should focus on the most beautiful things." Mag shrugged, "I have no choice."
"You must be poor." Irina rolled her eyes, but couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth. She took a bite of the fried crispy and fluffy omelette, and the sweetness slowly flowed out. It was burnt on the outside and tender on the inside, and it was very fragrant.
She likes Mag's fried eggs best. They seem to be fried in lard. They are crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. They are fluffy and runny in the heart. They are a delicacy that cannot be fried in other places.
After a bowl of noodles and two fried eggs, Irina felt a little full and put down her chopsticks with satisfaction.
"How is the construction going at the school?" Irina asked casually.
"It should be almost done. I'll go take a look tomorrow and put the equipment in. It should be completed before the children start school." Mag nodded. He was quite confident in the night elf construction team.
"Let's go." Irina stood up and prepared to go out.
"Where are you going?" Mag was confused. What would he be doing on a good spring night?
"Didn't you get a gun from Xi? Let's go play with it." Irina said. She looked at him and said, "It's not yours."
"I didn't expect you to be interested in this." Mag was a little surprised.
"Do you think I'm a conservative old timer?"
"That's not true, but generally men are more interested in this kind of thing."
"I just don't want to be left behind by the times. After all, in the future, someone from the younger generation will say: Auntie, times have changed! How embarrassing." Irina said frankly.
"Let's go, then I will teach you how to practice shooting today." Mag smiled, holding her hand, "Go to the Warcraft Mountains."
Irina waved her hand, and a golden light lit up under their feet, and the two of them appeared outside the city. Another flash, and they appeared on the highest peak in the Warcraft Mountains.
"This is a heavy sniper. Its killing range is thirty kilometers. It can be a fatal threat to level 10 experts within a range of fifteen kilometers..." Mag took out the heavy sniper and began to introduce it to Irina. Then he taught her step by step how to aim and shoot.
