Will-O-Wisp cursed in the Dragon language that Roger couldn't understand.
The next moment.
He looked at Roger, who had walked out of the shadow.
In a fit of anger, he removed the "inescapable dungeon ".
Roger looked at will-o-fire with a smile.
"Isn't it too early to make a judgment?"
"Wise Mr. Bessard, have you never considered that I'm lying to you?"
While they were talking.
Above the removed dungeon.
The shadow shards began to shake violently.
Immediately after.
The fragments pieced together to form a handsome figure!
"Now ..."
"Which one of us do you think is the clone?"
The two Roger's looked at the will-o'- the-wisp from left and right.
He laughed softly.
Will-O-Wisp was silent.
It was just that its flickering form exposed the dracolich's inner thoughts to a certain extent.
"Don't tell me both of them are clones?"
After a long time.
Bessad said hesitantly in a hoarse voice.
