Fantasy: Start a Secret Pavilion

Luo Hao looked at Luo Rong in the center of the hall, his face very calm, as if he was not surprised by Luo Rong's arrival.

"Why are you doing this!"

After a long time, Luo Rong was the first to break the silence.

Luo Hao naturally knew what Luo Rong was talking about.

As early as a few days ago, after the fate tablets suddenly shattered, he already knew that his identity had been exposed.

But he did not choose to run away, but quietly waited here, waiting for Luo Rong's arrival.

"Is it for eternal life?"

Seeing that Luo Hao was silent, Luo Rong couldn't help but ask.

But Luo Hao shook his head, "No, I'm not interested in eternal life."

"What's that for? Don't you want to see more of your clan members die on the battlefield?"

But Luo Hao shook his head again.

"If I can stop the Zerg offensive, let alone my clan members, even if I go to the battlefield myself, I won't have the slightest hesitation."

"Then why did you betray the Night Clan!" Luo Rong roared.

He really couldn't understand, since Luo Hao was not seeking eternal life, nor was he worried about his own clan members dying one by one.

So why did he betray the Night Clan?

Luo Hao was silent for a while, and finally slowly raised his head and looked at Luo Rong.

"We can't defeat them, uncle."

Luo Rong was stunned for a moment, looking at Luo Hao with a hint of confusion in his eyes.

But soon, that trace of confusion turned into anger.

"Fart! How can we not defeat them! Even if we really can't defeat them! How can they defeat us? We have survived for eight million years! Even if we give them eight million years, they can't attack

Every trace of Roland Continent!"

But when faced with Luo Rong's words, Luo Hao couldn't help but shake his head and smile.

"No, this time it doesn't take eight million years, eight months is enough. It doesn't even need eight months, if it's fast enough, it only takes three months."

Hearing this, Luo Rong was stunned again, somewhat confused as to what Luo Hao meant.

But Chu Tian, ​​who was hiding aside, seemed to hear something.

Three months later, isn't that the day when the third wave of the Zerg army will arrive!

Luo Hao said that in three months, could it be the day when the third wave of Zerg army arrives?

Does Luo Hao already know all this?

However, although he was a little shocked, Chu Tian still listened quietly and had no intention of interrupting the uncle and nephew.

"What do you mean by this!" Luo Rong asked, he had already realized something from the words.

Luo Hao didn't want to hide what he knew, especially from his uncle who had loved him since childhood.

"The Zerg army will arrive in three months. This time the army will be ten times stronger than the previous two combined!"

Luo Rong was a little confused when he heard this.

He actually didn't know much about the Zerg. He only knew that they began to invade Roland 8 million years ago.

In addition, Luo Rong hardly knew as much as Luo Hao about Zerg matters.

Of course, Luo Rong cannot be blamed for this.

After all, Roland Continent has always regarded the Zerg as its enemy, and has always refused to communicate with them, and has not had much communication with the outside world.

Therefore, naturally they don't know many things about the Zerg.

As for the first wave, the second wave, and the third wave, he didn't even know anything about it.

But now, Luo Hao said that the third wave of Zerg was ten times stronger than the previous two waves combined, which made Luo Rong a little confused.