Shaman from Afar

Under the burning black sun, the ashes were scattered.

Brunnhilde's figure gradually dissipated, with her smile and the magical soldiers in both hands slowly blurring, dim, transparent ... completely without a trace.

The elegant and noble knight finally stood proudly as she expected.

Only white wings fluttered in the wind, the wind stopped and fell, and the sky drifted.

The dark-haired wizard slowly raised his head and stared at the falling wings in a trance, subconsciously extended his right hand, and a white feather stopped in his palm.

The faint moisture seemed to be contaminated with the midnight night dew.

This time ... is it finally over?

In a trance, the dark-haired wizard looked blankly around, and the dream world also became a ruin under the power of Brunnhilde, irreversibly disintegrating.

He still deceived Fanesis ... at least, at present, Loren has no way to use the power of the nine-pointed star holy cup as Corona does, and the dream world he has created alone is far from indestructible; It just used Fanesis' ignorance of the wizard's power and pitted him again.

Of course, it ’s the last time that there is no accident; Fanesis is not a fool, simply because he was originally a former bishop of the church and knew nothing about the wizard ... Each time the two confronted each other, they wanted to thwart his efforts The price is increasing.

Although he is also getting stronger, but ... the dark-haired wizard could n’t help but sigh, and he did n’t know what to know about the “Black Cross” Serel, so he could n’t even get started, even Asriel and Ariel He was so distraught with this evil spirit that he dared not confront it head-on.

Shaking his head helplessly, the dark-haired wizard stunned slightly, and looked behind him as though he was aware of something.

When he turned around, the **** vowed knight was standing in front of him, the pale complexion was obviously not fully recovered, and he was staring at him with complicated eyes.

"How do you feel?" Shrugging slightly, the dark-haired wizard calmed down. "You look like you haven't woken up."

"Under the guidance of the Holy Cross, mine has not yet completed its mission to return to heaven."

The oath knight sneered and stared at the dark-haired wizard in front of him with complex eyes: "Not to mention that compared to someone ... I don't seem to be the worst one."

Shrugging again, a bitter and embarrassed smile appeared on Loren's face.

It's more than bad, it's terrible.

The dark circles are deep, the blue muscles on the forehead and neck are jumping, the white eyes are covered with blood, the pupils are not fully focused, the right arm is completely twisted and hung on the shoulder, and the left arm is not intact. The clothes on his body were ragged and rubbish-like, and the wounds on his chest could be seen clearly ...

This is just trauma, not even trauma; under the effect of "immediate death", forcible recovery is just a matter of blink of an eye ... The real trouble is the huge consumption of energy and the burden of forcibly opening the "valve".

According to the last "painful experience", I am afraid that I will be in a coma for at least a month, and then a period of weakness that lasts for half a year-but at least there is no life threatening, and it is thousands of times stronger than other wizards. .

Recalling that at the beginning of Ebden, one after another, "intimidating" his master Corona, there should be some jealousy in it. After all, even if he has reached the limit of the wizard, he still does not have such a strong physical capital ... in various senses.

Without saying a word, the knight was expressionless and could not help but take away his dazzling star from the dark-haired wizard; Loren, who was slightly hurt, looked at him, and then looked at the mottled long sword .

This is not even the evil **** dare to confront it, the number of the entire empire can be counted with two hands ...

If you want to buckle it down, I am afraid this is the only chance ...

"You'd better not think this way, wizard."

The oath knight snorted when he noticed the eyes of the dark-haired wizard, and said indifferently: "Don't forget, this is the sword of the sage Brandon, the royal family and the church in common."

"Leaving it in your hands will only cause you endless trouble."

"Is my trouble less?" Loren couldn't help rolling his eyes, and his flat mouth agreed with the other's words.

Indeed, as the vows knight said, once the sky dome and the church knew that "Chanxing" was in their hands, I am afraid that most of them forced themselves to hand over ...

"Not to mention, don't you have a better prey?" The oath knight looked at him, with a hint of intriguing irony in his eyes: "Dawn."

"Dawn?" Loren froze.

"The Lord of Bain, the Mithril Sword that has been passed down from generation to generation in the Turin family." The oath knight said lightly: "You seduce the Countess, plotting the positions of the Earl of Red Blood Castle and the Duke of Bain, is it not for the sword ? "

"Cough cough cough cough ...... !!!!!!"

An embarrassed black-haired wizard coughed up blood repeatedly, and grew up with a mouth that didn't know what to say-seduce, seduce? What kind of thing can he say as a knight? ! And as bright as I am ...

"I have to go."

The oath suddenly opened his mouth and slowly looked up at the black sun above his head: "Fansis has left, and I have no reason to stay here."

Loren looked at the one-armed in front of him, and the embarrassed oath knight, the expression on his face also became a little silent.

No matter how many times the other party wants to kill himself and how to despise the wizard, his piety is undeniable ... abandoning everything, even the name and title can be abandoned, saints who live only for faith, it is difficult to let others Do not feel a trace of admiration.

Not to mention that the other party saved himself ... more than once.

"Where are you going?"

Silent for a long time, Loren only came up with such a useful sentence.

"East, Fanesis should have gone to the East." The oath knight said: "I won't let him escape again this time ... I just fought a battle, now he should be very weak."

Maybe ... But Loren is not very optimistic about this, but he ca n’t say it: "Specifically, I mean, what is your goal? The Principality of Poi? The Centaur Kingdom of the Great Green Sea, or a group of dwarves Mountain Kingdom? "

"It's possible, but I'll go to Boi first ... If Fanesis is going to repeat the tragedy of Red Blood Castle again, the scimitar warriors in the country of Husbandry need to be warned."

The oath knight pondered a little: "As for the dwarves and centaurs ... I'm afraid they don't have much trust in the words of a human."

The black-haired wizard nodded slightly, as if he agreed.

In the impression of human beings, dwarves are almost synonymous with "stubbornness"-careful eyes, vengeance, glass heart, red tape is too unimaginable, and death is not wrong ... In addition to doing business, it is fairer, in addition to remembering vengeance, it also values ​​human relations. This should be one of their few advantages.

As for the centaur ... this race is still a big enemy of the empire until the twelfth generation, so that the Principality of Boe has to maintain 20,000 hussars all year round at the border ~ www.readwn.com ~ except the ten corps of the empire The four elite of the Boundary Mountain, two rotations and one emperor are all outside, and the remaining three are stationed in East Sacran, ready to assist and defend the Principality of Boe.

Even the deep friendship between the two principalities of Byrne and Poi is also built on the knight king who led the army of knights to support Poi in the era of the ancient kingdom ... The nobles of the two sides are often married, and the surnames on both sides are inherited in the two principalities. .

However, according to rumors, Centaurs have been stuck in the civil war for several years. For the eight tribes of the Khan to fight each other until it was dark and dark, so far they have not been able to decide the victory ... The idea of ​​the upper empire may not be willing to continue this "meaningful" "Large-scale event", in the end, it's like a bug, and it doesn't matter if anyone wants to ignore it, let alone reach out.

"So ... goodbye, wizard."

The oath knight said indifferently: "I hope you will not forget your oath, but also remember ... Fansis is not just a person, but a threat from the whole world."

At the next moment, only the lonely figure remained in Loren's sight, far away from himself.

The smile on the face of the dark-haired wizard gradually disappeared until he really went away ... He could clearly feel that his figure had run out of oil.

The next second, Loren Turin, who was dark in front of him, fell silently on the stone floor of the altar, and the voice of the gray pupil and the little wizard echoed in his ear.

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