Fairy’s Box

The distorted light and shadow got closer and closer, and the creepy chatter came from the front, accompanied by countless slender arms stained with the mucus dancing in the space, the sound was shrill and shrill, making the recruits tremble for a while. trembling.

"Don't be afraid! These are just weak resentful spirits, think about your identities, gather up your courage, and step forward!" Suddenly, a clear and powerful voice echoed among the ruins.

This voice... is the Governor!

After hearing the expected voice, Yilan suddenly lifted his spirits, pinched the barrel with his stiff fingers, as if he could draw strength from the weapon, and his pace became obviously steady.

Just a harmless spirit of resentment... Step over!

The boys silently recited this sentence in their hearts, and then glanced at the comrades beside them with their peripheral vision, gritted their teeth one by one, and slammed into the evil thing in the dark head-on.

The cold wind blew through the snow, rustling, and the sound of shadows laughing and howling lingering in the ears. In the hazy darkness, several collapsed soldiers turned around and tried to escape, but a pair of big hands pressed against their waists and covered them. Keep your mouth shut, and push towards the resentful spirit firmly and decisively.

close!

Yilan finally saw the resentful spirit in front of him. In the chaotic light, the shadow-like body fluttered and swayed straight there. The eyes were a slit, and there was a faint trace of blood, and the mouth was constantly opening on both sides.

Those mouths are really big and big, and they are getting bigger and bigger. Soon, there is only one mouth left on the bodies of the shadows.

The boys stared wide-eyed, gasping for breath, their fingers tightly holding the barrel of the cannon, their sweat constantly turning into ice crystals, mixed with snow and flying into the sky.

"Roar out, shout out the cowardice and fear in your body! Remember your identities, you will be the invincible Celtic new army! Rush over! Step on this group of terrifying resentful spirits and rush over!"

In the space shrouded in darkness, that powerful voice resounded again, like thunder rolling across the sky, covering up the howls of the cold wind and shadows for a while.

"Rush ah ah ah! Kill ah ah ah!"

"Ahhh dad!!! Mom!!!"

"Ouch! Lisa! I love you!"

The recruits screamed in the sky as if they were venting, some gritted their teeth, some burst into tears, and some looked hideous.

saved?

Yilan only felt a gloomy gale blowing in front of him, and then there was a little light in front of him. The further he walked, the brighter the light became. Soon, the figures of the Governor and several chief officials appeared in the field of vision.

They were also standing in the wind and snow, behind a dilapidated but dilapidated castle that was enough to shelter from the cold. There were piles of bonfires, and the air was filled with the aroma of broth.

Clap clap clap!

The Governor and several bishops simultaneously applauded the recruits for their courage and discipline.

The recruits stopped their steps subconsciously with their heads held high, and those who were crying quickly stopped their sobbing. Some of them stood there dumbfounded. Suddenly, they felt an unprecedented ease.

Although it was terrifying just now, but thinking about it carefully, it's actually nothing!

Taking the expressions of the group of young people into their eyes, Yalei and the bishop turned their bodies sideways, sent the warm firelight behind them into everyone's eyes, and then asked with a smile:

"Are you going to go back to rest directly after drinking the broth, or do you plan to wait for the comrades behind to come over, and then rest after drinking the soup together?"

"..."

Everyone, look at me, I look at you, and shook his head at the same time, tacitly choosing to stay where he was, ready to appreciate the embarrassed expressions of the second group of people rushing out of the darkness.

"The power of bears and gorillas!"

"I'm not afraid of you! I'm not afraid of you! Mom!"

"Ooooooooooooooo!"

Soon, a burst of howls came from behind them, and the first row of recruits immediately put on a proud expression and looked at them with disdain, completely forgetting how embarrassed they had just been.

...

The next day, Earl's House.

The snow disaster that ravaged the northern and southern Celts for half a month finally stopped, and the Celtic province also ushered in the coldest winter day. This period of melting ice and snow may be the most vibrant moment in Glamorgan.

The wet mist began to fill, and the walls of the town of Brave looked hazy in the mist, and the weeds and trees of the Dryad Forest opened their plump branches and hurriedly sucked up dew and water, and when the sun shone, they would all be there. Converging foliage, drooping and falling asleep.

Photophobia and darkness, this is a phenomenon unique to plants in the cursed land.

In the shadows, unknown little creatures squeaked, one after another, climbing onto the relatively dry land, eagerly looking forward to the long-lost sunshine.

After so long of a cold storm, only the Earl's Palace, which has a climate like spring, can maintain its normal operation.

Nancy climbed the stable and exquisite spiral stone ladder to the top floor of the Earl's Palace, and turned around aimlessly, continuing to the edge of the roof, until she reached the fence composed of iron chains and stone pillars.

The neat and chic flowerbed below extends to the end of the courtyard, disappearing at the edge of the fence, and directly ahead, the silver snowfield stretches as far as the eye can see.

The girl lifted her hood, let the sun shine on the purple ponytail, and let the cold and wet hair swept up heavily. She supported the iron bar with both hands and stopped to look into the distance.

At the end of the line of sight, the mounds on the edge of the plain were undulating like waves. Nancy took a deep breath, clasped her hands into trumpets on her lips, and exclaimed:

"New world, here I come!"

Her clear voice was scattered in the wind, and she looked at the elliptical light spot that gradually climbed up in the east. Although it was no different from the sun on the two continents, she still chose to close her eyes and use her face to taste the warmth brought by the sunrise. The light passed through the eyelids and dyed the field of vision a bright red with a very different vibrancy and vitality.

Suddenly a voice pulled her thoughts back:

"Miss Nancy, I'm glad to see you so happy, but please don't forget to pay attention to the time and occasion. It's just dawn."

The girl trembled in fright, opened her eyes and looked at a plate. On the raised platform behind, the black-haired knight was sitting on the pedestal of the stone carving, staring straight at herself, holding a flat in both hands. A stunning golden scepter.

"Ah! Teacher!" She released her hand from the railing and turned to grin at him.

"It's still a little early to use this title." Yale glanced at her with a half-smile, and asked while pouring the vindictive qi in his body into the magic spear:

"Where is Kasha? When are you and her going to leave?"

"Sorry, Kasha is too weak to maintain her shape."

The girl pouted and showed an innocent expression, turned her back against the guardrail, tilted her head and said, "I plan to leave after breakfast, will you mind?"

"up to you."

The black-haired knight took out an envelope from the pocket of his shirt, flicked it with his fingers, and the golden ticket swirled and flew downward, drawing a slender and shining parabola, shooting at the girl's white face, and being gently grabbed by the other party in his hand .

"This is the travel fee and temporary pass for you and Kasha. With the help of the spring water fairy, you seem to be barely a fairy doctor, so use this identity to do things."

"Wow!"

Nancy took out the golden coupon from the envelope and held it up above her head. The sun shone on the row of numbers, and her eyes turned golden color: "This amount of money can't be spent."

"If you can't spend it, it's yours."

Yale looked at the golden gun in his hand, closed his eyes, and said solemnly: "You should know what this matter means to me, and don't do irrational stupid things."

"Don't worry!"

The girl patted her and Charlene's chests, and said seriously, "Since you do what you say, I will definitely do what you say."

"I won't pin all my hopes on you and the dying god, but if you can really solve the trouble for me."

Saying this, Yale opened his eyes and turned his eyes to the other side again:

"You will have my friendship and goodwill."

"I just want you to solve the identity problem for me. It's too dangerous to be a stowaways in a place like Rosevia."

Nancy blinked, then chuckled, "Of course, it would be even better if you would teach me the complete theory of the ether."

"A trivial matter." He nodded.

...

After eating a hearty breakfast, the girl put on her piano bag, faced the rising sun, left the Earl's Palace, and embarked on a journey to find a scholar who is proficient in Paler German.

After watching this energetic girl leave, the black-haired knight weighed the golden spear in his hand, and couldn't help but sigh again:

"What level of weapon are you, and why is it so troublesome to use?"

What he said was actually a casual remark. In fact, the difficulty of using a weapon is not related to the level, but because the origin of this gun is too vague, there is only a distant legend, and even the name of the previous owner is unknown.

This phenomenon exists in a large number of equipment in the Arsenal of Light, because they are all treasures robbed from various worlds, and most of the users die together with how to use them.

Therefore, it is not that the emperor does not want to use the weapons and equipment in the treasure house to increase the combat power of his army, but because the equipment is useless, it can only be collected as trophies and decorations for chatting.

"..."

After completely pouring the vindictive energy in the body into the gun, Yale's chest rose and fell slightly. While recovering his strength, he thought about his plan for the next period of time.

Looking for scholars who are proficient in Padler's language, this matter is a major matter of his own life. Of course, he can't delay. He believes that it is still possible to solve it by throwing money. If 10 million is not enough, then 20 million.

In terms of dealing with the Highland Kingdom... while strengthening one's own strength, it is also time to weaken the enemy, the remnant of the Pandoragon Dynasty, the candied lady of the Sequoia Consortium, now is the time to use her.

A cold light flashed in the eyes of the black-haired knight.

...

Highland Kingdom, Soul Shaping Hall.

The grave-faced Prince Kenneth, dressed in white linen, followed behind the court mage, pacing slowly along the stone wall. The lights reflected the flickering reliefs on the walls and pillars, and by the way dragged out behind him. One after another scattered into chaotic and colorful shadows.

They passed through the dark and secret corridor and stepped into a wide circular dark hall.

There are many upright lamp posts suspended in the whole hall, each of which looks similar, a transparent glass lampshade, filled with orange-yellow slurry - no flame, only dim and steady light, never flickering, never extinguished.

The air here is humid and warm, the rows of round holes at the foot of the wall are steaming with warm white steam, and the ground is densely engraved with runes, inlaid in various shapes of hollow slots

Some are round, some are oval, and some are square, teardrop, irregular and so on. Various shapes and sizes form a picture of the conversion of the technique, all of which are connected by a silver pipeline to a green pool watered by metal in the center.

Including the mage who brought him here, thirteen court mages sat on the seats on the other side of the hall, conversing in dialects that His Royal Highness could not hear.

The heir of the Fannon family strolled in the empty and dark stone hall, stroking the mysterious carvings on the wall in the soft light. He knew very well that these seemingly inconspicuous props would give him Unimaginable power.

For the rule of the Fannon family, for the peace of the Highland Kingdom, he must become a legendary rune warrior who can fight against the governor.

The whimper of the door interrupted Kenneth's thoughts.

The court mage on the seat stood up, faced the door, and bowed humbly to the figure who had just stepped into the hall:

"Everything is ready, my lord."

"very good."

King Gary made a low voice, his sharp gaze swept across his son's face, and walked calmly and silently to the seat on the other side of the hall.

"Kenneth, my son, are you ready, you will become the second legendary rune warrior of the Fannon family." The old king held the armrest of the seat with both hands, and looked at his inheritance with expectant eyes By.

"Yes, father, I look forward to this day all the time." Kenneth suppressed his excitement and replied respectfully.

"very good."

King Gary sighed leisurely and was very satisfied with everything about this son: "One day I will reach the end of my reign, and you will be crowned king."

He turned to the court mage beside him:

"Are the casting materials and props ready?"

"Everything is ready, my lord."

The court mage who had brought the eldest prince to the hall earlier patted his palm lightly, and at the same time his lips moved slightly, and a strange intermittent syllable came out of his mouth.

The syllables are sometimes sharp, sometimes low.

Suddenly, a dazzling light burst out from the space, and everyone couldn't help squinting their eyes to adapt to the sudden increase in brightness.

All the slurries injected into the lampposts shone brightly together, from the dim candlelight to the dazzling sun, and the entire Soul Shaping Hall was like noon in an instant.

And the pool in the center of the hall, with the dull roar, the bright liquid poured into the darkness below like a waterfall.

"Go, my son!"

In the brilliance, the old king stood up from his seat excitedly.

"..."

The Crown Prince of the Highland Kingdom took a deep breath, took off his sackcloth, and jumped into the bottom of the dark pool.

"His Royal Highness, please ignite your fighting spirit, the Soul Shaping Technique Conversion Chart will convert all the fire of life into soul energy, and you...will become the strongest Rune warrior in the kingdom!"

The court mage stood directly in front of the pool, and while speaking, he turned a rudder-shaped roulette with both hands.

Whoosh-!

A dark purple flame suddenly erupted at the bottom of the pool, circling and burning rapidly at the bottom of the pool.

"This! It's actually the fighting spirit of the weak natural disaster level! His Royal Highness really deserves to be a genius who comes out once in a hundred years!" The mages also showed the horrified color of encountering a natural enemy.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

King Gary stroked his beard and let out a smug laugh after noticing the shocked expression of the court mage.

Because of the natural disaster-level grudge, it is almost the peak that the rest of the warriors can reach except the orthodox knights, and there is no way to go further. And a 26-year-old warrior who became a natural disaster grade is considered excellent in Rosevia, not to mention that his son has not yet fallen into the rune spell inherited by the royal court.

To have such an heir, Celtic must be very happy!

boom--!

Among the hundreds of quietly hanging lamp posts, one was shattered, and countless golden arcs fluttered, and the huge energy was injected into the dense and complicated spell conversion diagram below.

Swish swish swish—!

The conversion charts of various shapes light up one by one, and the magnificent stream of light slowly revolves around the central pool, and every time it rotates, the flaming purple flame becomes weaker. Nice's soul essence will be enhanced by one point.

The fighting method of the rune warriors is to use the power of the soul to motivate various props to fight. The stronger the soul core, the more complex and high-end the rune props that can be manipulated.

There are two methods for them to enhance the power of the soul. The first is to slowly accumulate through various meditation methods, and the second is to rely on the conversion diagram of the soul-shaping technique inherited from the ancestors to convert the fire of life into soul energy.

Therefore, the age of the Rune warriors is almost twenty-six years old, because this age is when the physical strength begins to exhaust, and they will convert the vindictive qi that has been exercised to the limit into the power of the soul.

The rune warriors of the legion commander level are almost all made in this way, but Kenneth is stronger than them. The natural disaster-level vindictive spirit, coupled with the legion-level soul core, will undoubtedly give birth to the most powerful Rune warriors.

Bang bang bang bang!

The lamps were shattered one by one, and the speed of extinguishing was getting faster and faster. The massive magic power was continuously mixed into the fire of life through the coordinated operation of the spell conversion map, and together it was converted into Kenneth's soul core.

Om-!

After the last lamp post was extinguished, the light flow stopped rotating, and a few seconds later, a particle-like beam burst out from the bottom of the pool, directly piercing the dome of the Soul Shaping Hall, and pierced deeply into the sky.

...

Glamorgan, the roof of Earls Court.

Yale raised his head in response, and felt an inexplicable irritability in his heart. Looking at the golden gun lying quietly and standing in his hands, he sighed a few times.