Shaman from Afar

Almost immediately, the experience of fighting with the evil spirit many times made the body of the black-haired wizard instinctively move-while sliding to dodge, "Rock Will" was launched at the same time, and a stone wall was in front of him.

"boom------!!!!"

At the next moment, the stone wall shattered! A piercing loud noise pierced his eardrum, and the air wave directly knocked out the entire dark-haired wizard!

"clang--!"

Longya was firmly inserted under his feet, and the vacant black-haired wizard barely stood firm. A deep gully extended straight under his feet, with dozens of steps.

Tinnitus, dizziness, and violent shocks, only consciousness is still sober ... Lorren has not experienced this experience for a long time after Mezka, this experience of confrontation with an almost complete evil spirit!

"Brenhild, why?"

Loren, with a greasy expression, tried to shout, and his dark pupil was full of confusion: "Aren't you a friend of Roland Turin? If so, why should you kill me?"

Looking at the dark-haired sorcerer who was almost trying hard to stand firm in front of him, the Valkyrie's expression did not change much, and there was even a trace of sorrow: "It is precisely because ... you are a descendant of Roland."

What, what? !

Am I wrong? !

"This is ... destined to end in tragedy, a futile reincarnation." The Valkyrie eyes closed and gently shook his head: "As a descendant of Roland ... there is more irony in this reincarnation."

Looking at her expression, the dark-haired wizard really wanted to know more and more what happened.

"Ru ... Lorren Turin, do you think you are the first to try to break the final moment and challenge your destiny?" The sorrowful Brunnhild raised his eyes, and his trembling voice seemed to carry A cry of crying:

"Do you think ... you were the first to step into Niederhogg and saw the" truth "?"

"Useless, all endings are already doomed. The Black Cross and the Holy Cross are bound to win and lose. No matter how much useless effort we put in, it is impossible to reverse the final result. It will only add sacrifices and only let the blood spill on the ground. Let the souls become charcoal! I will only watch the people I cherish ... go away from myself. "

"Can't continue to increase pain, can't let this tragedy cycle continue ..."

This ... Is she really Brenhild, an evil god? !

The dark-haired wizard looked at the Valkyrie, who was too far away from the legend, and his heart was full of differences.

Daring, stupid, simple-minded ... This is Asriel ’s assessment of Brunnhilder. Although 99% of these adjectives are one-sided ridicule by a teenager, they are not pure lies.

After all, the Valkyrie goddess in the legend of Byrne is a very simple, rash, and full of tragic image; "Legend" is the evidence that an evil spirit maintains its existence in the material world, and they will gradually move closer to it even if they don't want to.

Of course, there must be some special cases that do not match the "legend", for example, the Asrell divided into two is barely such, but it should not be so much worse!

The Brunnhild in front of him is not only completely inconsistent with the legendary image, but also a posture of compassion and mercy; and listening to her tone, it seems that ... it has some indescribable relationship with her "cheap ancestor" ...

But the problem now is not these, but she really wants to kill herself!

Pulling the dragon's teeth from under his feet was difficult. The opposite Brunnhild had slowly raised his right hand, and the gem-like bright pupils were full of determination.

Damn, hurry up and find a way!

"So ... did you give up?"

"Huh?" Brenhild stunned slightly, hesitating obviously.

Very good, successful, make persistent efforts!

"I don't know what happened to you, or what happened between you and Roland." The dark-haired wizard said difficultly, and his eyes never left the Valkyrie:

"I only know one thing, that is, you gave up!"

"Brenhild, you have worked hard and worked hard, but you failed and gave up completely!"

The dark-haired wizard stared at her with a "stubborn" face and tried his best to make his tone harder: "Not only that, you also blamed your failure on your destiny and your failure as inevitable!"

"I'm not a person who likes to say bad things about others, but I'm very sorry, your approach is just like cowards! A person's failure is not shameful, shameful that he not only determined that he would not succeed, but also totally rejected it The possibility of others succeeding will strike everyone! "

Brunhild watched him silently, and his original cold eyes finally changed a little, softened a lot, and even some ... nostalgia?

Loren sighed heavily, and continued to stare at her under strong pressure: "If you think these words can make me change my mind, then you are wrong-I have been to Niederhog, to Passing the dragon tower and playing with Le Mantes and Serel, I know as much as you know how terrible my enemies are and how invincible! "

"I might die, but I will never admit defeat, never!"

Silence, a long silence.

"It's very similar."

Brunnhild whispered abruptly.

"Huh?" Loren slightly raised his eyebrows.

"I can see Roland's shadow on you and see the real knight." The Valkyrie whispered softly: "Roland ... He is also a man who refuses to lose, and once said similar things to me."

"Loren Turin ... I recognize you."

"You're so ridiculous." The calm-haired dark-haired wizard nodded slightly: "It's just a wizard who is not worth mentioning."

Very good, very good ... Anyway, she seems to have no hostility towards herself.

At this point, Loren no longer expected the Valkyrie to be willing to help herself, but at least she could not be hostile to herself; although she did not want to admit it, she was probably not her opponent without the help of external forces. .

But at the next moment, the calm Brunhild raised his right hand firmly again, his eyes more determined.

"boom------!!!!"

The bursting roar was fleeting, and the screaming winds gathered like a substance, held tightly by the right hand held by the Valkyrie!

The pupil of the dark-haired wizard suddenly shrank.

"and many more?!"

"Why, didn't you just say you have recognized me ?!" Loren's expression was a bit stunned, and a little frightened:

"If it's as you said ~ www.readwn.com ~ then why is that ?!"

"This is ... the trial I gave you."

Looking at the dark-haired wizard who had an unbelievable expression in front of him with consternation, the Valkyrie took it for granted and said: "If you can't overcome me, why change your destiny?"

"Why are you enemies with Serel and Holy Cross to save your precious people ?!"

"Why break this never-ending sad reincarnation and break the shackles bound to you ?!"

"Come on, Roland's successor ... fight me upright to prove your conviction!" Brunnhild's eyes burned:

"The sharp blade in your hand will convey your determination and courage to me!"

Damn ... what is this mess? !

The dumbfounded dark-haired wizard didn't know what to say, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Under the strong wind, Loren, who was reluctant to stand still, only felt that the blood on and off his body was boiling, and even the dragon tooth in his hand was trembling violently, and an uneasy long cry.

With white wings gathered behind him, Brunhild landed steadily. The hurricane held high in his right hand turned into a blue-steel lance, and the blood-red swallowtail flag fluttered slowly on the tip of the gun.

coming……

With a heavy sigh, Loren gradually recovered from the surprise; smooth hands lifted the dragon teeth flat, and the gun pointed towards the front.

Looking at the dark-haired wizard who was poised for nod, the Valkyrie nodded slightly, barely recognizing his qualification for trial.

"... a weak man who does not have the courage to wield a sword to the enemy, and therefore has no ability to decide his own destiny ..."

"So come on, Loren Turin, the caller who stepped on the fetters of fate ..." The Valkyrie stepped forward, and the lance in his hand slowly fell:

"The real knight should roar with a spear ...

Speak with a sword--! "