At the same time, the golden finger came too late

Chapter 89 88. Heart (asking for a first order)

As expected by Roll, the tribesmen with blood damage tested the goblins, and the goblins were very calm when they saw the truth.

They had the capital of arrogance with their marrow explosion, so they naturally would not be afraid of the beastmen ranked 14th, which also caused the conflict between the two sides, which started from a small conflict and gradually became a big one.

The beastmen with blood damage were not easy to mess with, and they would kill the goblins directly when they caught them, and the conflict gradually escalated.

At this time, Roll finally saw the Mecha-Machina all-in-one machine, data sharing, damage analysis, and replication. This race gathered together, and even the Flügel did not want to provoke it.

"Warning, unable to analyze its race, the race is very high, enter the defensive state."

The Mecha-Machinas instantly entered the defensive posture. With this defense, it is estimated that Roll's attack was instantly blocked and copied back to Roll.

Roll took a deep breath: "I am a ghost, not here to start a war."

"Language analysis, the possibility of lies is 20%, and the preliminary judgment is that the possibility of lies is low. You can contact, but you cannot trust." The Mechas quickly reached an agreement. The male Mechas contacted, and the other Mechas set up an offensive network.

Roll did not waste words, threw the recorded information to the Mechas, and then looked at him and said bluntly: "This is the information of the Werebeasts and the Goblin. Let's predict the results. Whoever is right, the other party must agree to two things. I will use the reason why your creator abandoned you as a bet."

The male Mechas did not waste words and absorbed the information. The Mechas all obtained this information and started data analysis instantly.

"Ghost, this machine is willing to compete with you." The male Mechas chose to agree. They couldn't see through Roll's identity, which made them want to reveal the secret. After all, many races were recorded in their database, but the person in front of them could not extract any information.

"The location is here." Roll took out the map and pointed out the specific location.

"Accelerator." The male Mecha-Machina looked at it and took Roll directly to the coordinates. Many Mecha-Machinas also came around.

In the distance, there were Werebeasts and Dwarfs, and the two sides were in fierce conflict. The Mecha-Machinas began to record data, then analyze the data, estimate the winning rate, and determine the results.

"In terms of combat, the Werebeasts have a 47% winning rate, but if the Dwarfs use the Marrow Explosion, the Werebeasts have a 0% winning rate, and the Dwarfs will win this war." After the male Mecha-Machina finished the analysis, he started to predict directly.

"Okay, then I predict that the Werebeasts will leave the continent under the threat of the Marrow Explosion." Roll also gave his own prediction.

"The question is not about defeat, but escape." The male Mecha-Machina expressed his doubts in a statement.

"Yes, it is escape." Roll nodded.

"The bet is established, start monitoring." The Mecha-Machinas silently left their eyes here and began to monitor the battle situation of both sides.

The Mecha-Machinas left and promised to fulfill their promise here when they agreed to end it with Roll.

Roll breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that the Ex-Machina were willing to agree to his contest because they could not see through his existence and thought he was a race that was missing from the database. They agreed to the bet in order to collect his intelligence.

Roll was also very clear that the opponent probably did not analyze the winning rate of the battle without directly fighting. Because they did not know the opponent's intelligence, they could not predict it.

And all this was the credit of Black Ash. It was a death warrant and a talisman. With it, he could do many things more conveniently. This was not something that could be brought to him by the fusion of strength. In the final analysis, in this world, the mission was not to expose the existence of humans, unless he could be so powerful that he could even crush the gods, but it was obviously impossible.

The erosion of Black Ash was more serious than expected. I am afraid that after a while, his tissues would be completely necrotic, but Roll did not care. The war sand table game shocked him. If Jibril did not play this game, he might still live alone with peace of mind.

And came to the Flügel side.

"Jibril, you're so cute. It's a pity that we can't touch this restoration magician." Azriel circled around Jibril, with stars in her eyes.

Jibril didn't reply, and didn't even open her eyes, obviously not wanting to pay attention to Azriel.

"Damn monkey, what did you do? You actually let Jibril go all out." Azriel showed a terrifying look, and she must make the monkeys look good.

"The battle of the weak, you go back to recover your strength, and you will feel it all intuitively." Jibril kept thinking about what Roll said. She wanted to figure out why the God of War said that, and whether what Roll said could really be done.

One month after Roll and the Mecha-Machina made a bet, the bet also ushered in the result. The beastmen evacuated in a state of Xiaoyou, and the whole tribe moved away from the mainland and occupied the island.

This made the Mecha-Machina who monitored the entire battlefield unbelievable. They didn't expect that they had predicted it correctly for Roll. Now, the database even marked the ghost as a critically endangered object.

Roll arrived at the agreed location, and the Mechas had been waiting for a long time.

"In terms of probability, the Werebeasts cannot retreat so quickly, why?" The male Mechas did not understand.

"Can you tell me your name?" Roll did not answer the other party's question.

"This machine Einzishi."

"Einzishi, everything is not as simple as a simple number. The heart cannot be predicted by probability. Living things have seven emotions and six desires. It is unknown which emotion or desire will control them." Roll explained earnestly that these Mechas have lost their creator and they can no longer find the meaning of survival.

"What is the heart?"

This time, it was not Einzishi who spoke alone, but all the Mecha-Machinas present spoke together. They were eager to understand. Their database stored a lot of information. After integrating this information, they could not understand why the Creator abandoned them, let alone what the heart was. They did not have this. No matter how they analyzed it, the final conclusions were contradictory.

"You lost to me. Next, do things with me as your goal. How about I will also let you understand what the heart is." Roll looked at so many Mecha-Machinas and smiled.

The Mecha-Machinas were silent for a long time. It was obvious that they were doing a series of calculations again and finally came to a conclusion.

"Okay, the Mecha-Machinas are willing to work for you, and the Mecha-Machinas are willing to be your tools." Einzishi said.

"Well, let's end this war." Roll looked at the bloody sky and made sure to make the sky blue. Then he began to set a trap for the goblins as a ghost.

"Hubi, it seems that guy has succeeded." Rick smiled when he heard the information sent back by the ghost.

"We haven't asked his name yet."

"We are ghosts. There is only one step left. We have to work hard." Rick's body was wrapped in bandages and he was about to collapse.

The whole situation was as they expected. The Werebeasts withdrew from the continent, the Dwarfs began to use their Marrow Explosion, and the Elves also took out their trump cards and vowed to give the other side a good show.

And to do all this, no ghosts were sacrificed. Roll alone led the Werebeasts to withdraw and let the Dwarfs shift their targets to the Elves and the Flügels. He also negotiated with the Elves and achieved good results.