He Comes From the Void

"Is it here?" Yuntal backed his hands and followed the road guard to the place where he started.

"Respected Samson, the clearer, yes, I felt something following behind me when I passed the rainforest canopy here."

The road guard replied slightly nervously. He faced the ruling class of Issytal, a member of the Yuenthal elders.

"I hope I don't waste my time. I still have a student test to be held in the afternoon. It's a bit late to go back now."

Samson nodded, raised his hands, found the thread of the fifth axiom in memory, and then waved his hands, like painting on a canvas with a brush.

But the passerby didn't speak. He hoped that Samson could not find out anything. He was scolded at most, but Ixtar's harmony and tranquility could not be broken in exchange for it.

As Samson made a series of movements, the shining fabric on his body began to agitate, and each thread was shining with a rainbow-like shimmer, and it was drawn into the air current in his hand.

The passerby knew that this suit was woven by Samson's own magic through Vidalian. The latter was an ancient holy relic hanging over the empty chamber of the central tower, capable of weaving magic into a physical entity.

Its location is deliberately designed in the geometric center of Ixtal, or even the full runeland, at least the Ixtal people think so.

Each Yuenthal's magic clothing is different. The main color of Samson's clothing is blue, which means that he has fully comprehended and controlled the combination of air, water, and the two.

The magic continued to surge, and as Samson circulated gracefully with one hand, all the water vapor connected by the invisible silk thread in the nearby forest, like being pulled by a web-retracting spider, suddenly gathered in front of his eyes.

A curtain of air appeared, and countless suspended water vapor formed the outline of the surroundings, and then the scene at that time was repaid.

The passerby saw his team emerge from the channel of Yulin Huagai, but there was another person at the end of the team, and they didn't notice it at all.

In the end, the man didn't leave Ixokun and walked somewhere in the forest.

"It's over, someone really followed!" The forest ranger's heart sank to the bottom, and he felt that he was too negligent.

"You can't blame you for this matter, respected forest ranger, you discovered the threat from the outside in time, and I will solve the rest." Samson waved his hand, and the silk thread was **** and wrapped around his limbs.

The forest ranger was in a daze and didn't notice what Samson had said. He was always worried that Ixtal had maintained the tranquility for thousands of years, whether it would be ruined by their temporary negligence, and the devil outside would It will not wreak havoc in their homes.

Seeing him like this, Samson, who is not too old, patted the young forest ranger: "Don't worry, Yuenthal will take care of the matter properly. I will leave for Ixokun City. And you are right now. Go to our gardener to take care of the canopy and strengthen the defense. At the same time... remember not to talk about this to other forest rangers, so as not to cause unnecessary panic."

The forest ranger was a little flustered when he saw Samson, and set an example for him, and finally calmed down.

He felt that this was Samson's self-confidence based on strength. If he also had the talent of the other party, he might not panic like he is now.

But he was wrong. Samson's self-confidence did not stem from strength, but from his perception of the outside world.

Even if he never walked out of the rainforest canopy.

After the two separated, Samson returned to the village to let the students study the original third axiom on their own, and then packed their bags and set off on the road. It took a week from the outpost village in this fringe area to the main city.

They only rely on walking, and any means of transportation will be greatly hindered in this dense jungle.

The powerful elements make it possible to control the air flow, and Samson, who specializes in air and water, can also do some, but he can't skim through the forest like a strong wind, and can only glide for a certain distance like a feather.

After a week of walking, Samson came to the majestic gate of Ixooken.

Just a few minutes after walking through the majestic north gate, the colors and sounds are overwhelming.

The carefree urchin ran back and forth on the stone road, chasing the caretaker behind him, and chasing vendors, beauticians, fortune-tellers and craftsmen behind him.

When the surrounding crowd saw Mivasim's blue-purple robe, they respectfully stepped aside, which was Yuental's exclusive fabric.

Even though there are so many differences between the city of Ixokun and the small border villages, people have one thing in common: absolute respect for Yuenthal.

Samson enjoyed the respected gaze of others, unimpeded in the city, and stepped into the heart of Ixokun.

Thousands of arcs are engraved on the ground, and the language of the elements is hidden in these sophisticated geometric lines.

He met other members of the Yuenthal elders on the square cloister, and their robes represented every color and temperament of the night.

Everyone is a perfect philosopher and a master in their respective elemental field.

But he did not stop to talk to any of them, but searched for them, and then came to a woman who was not tall ~ www.readwn.com ~ the name Samson was looking for The woman, dressed in ash and green robes, although not exclusive to Yuental's fabric, it can highlight her noble status even more.

This dress represents that she is one of the heirs of the tower, and is the noble Royal Highness Yuen Alai.

Moreover, she is not without Yuental's bundle, she is extremely talented, completed the trial in her teenage years, and became a member of the elders.

I didn't wear Yuental's robe just because I didn't have this body to be honorable, so I didn't want to wear it.

Therefore, although she is short in stature, no one dares to underestimate her.

She has a strong aura and domineering aura, and no one around dared to stay by her side, because her fierce temperament would make people wonder how to show respect, like sitting on pins and needles.

Samson lowered his head and withdrew his gaze, walked to the person's side respectfully, and greeted: "His Royal Highness Yuen Alai, is he well these days?"

There was a sharp metal crash, and Samson saw her gorgeous bracelet resting on the railing and nodded, then turned his gaze to him from the hall below.

The white curly hair was draped softly on his shoulders, the eyes were dazzling like burnt steel, and the appreciative smile ran across Samson's heart like a sharp claw.

"It turned out to be Elder Samson." The other party smiled, and then let out a snort full of disdain: "Just call me Qiyana. Now Yuen Alai can really be anyone. My honor. It’s not derived from family blood."

She stared at Samson for a moment, the scorching stare made Samson's cheeks hot, and he said in his heart that there would not be a second time.

"Yes, Your Highness Qiyana."

Hearing his response like this, Qiyana immediately smiled confidently.