Shaman from Afar

Gazing at the step-by-step approach, with a cold smile of Fanesis, the dark-haired wizard could only barely pretend to be relaxed, and the scalp tingled and the eyes looked at him.

The bright silver with the gray-blue sword and awns in front of him, the "caster" behind him has already squeezed the next high-level spell.

At this moment, Loren has no sense of security.

Unlucky.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

The solemn and indifferent Fanesis was approaching step by step, as if striking everyone's heart; the gray pupil who was blocked by Loren behind climbed up from the ground trembling, watching with horror and horror. Among them is "black fog".

Just now, this humble "black mist" killed the dwarf Paulis, and penetrated the chest of the vow knight.

Lucien bit his lower lip tightly, keeping himself calm with pain, and the silver-gray pupil stared at the strange and terrifying figure with a certain degree of determination.

That ’s right, it ’s not the time to be afraid ... I am Lord Loren ’s guard, and I must do my part!

"Loren Turin ... you."

The cold biting words sounded, and Farnesses stopped, as if looking at the dark-haired wizard in front of him:

"Are you afraid?"

"I don't think this word is enough to express my ten thousandths of your feelings for you." Deliberately sneered, Loren barely raised the corner of his mouth, and the "caster" behind him slowly opened his palm with magic Array:

"I think it might be more appropriate to describe it as" awe "or" taboo. "

Now the gap between the two sides is almost twenty steps, the magic circle can only be expanded to about ten steps, and the bigger one cannot be hidden ... wait any longer.

"Fear, awe, fear ... This is the attitude of man to God;" Farnesses said lightly: "It is also the attitude of man to 'unknown'."

"Because I don't understand, I am afraid and awed; therefore, I should treat it as a faith and treat it as good; regard it as the source of all disasters and scourges, and rebuke it as evil.

Niederhogg ... The crazy and bottomless lunatics of the Dragon Kingdom who pretended to be ‘gods’ used this to turn the destiny of the entire world into their palm playthings. "

"But they failed." Loren said quietly, a cold sweat across his forehead.

"failure?"

Farneses, unmoved, sneered with a sneer: "Lorren Turin ... you must have seen the wizard after entering the dragon tower, right?"

Loren shuddered and his pupils shrank.

He said ... "also"?

"Is he also" sincere "like you, telling you to make a cruel move for a simple and beautiful dream, ushering in an inevitable failure and a tragedy."

With an ironic look, Farnesses is still approaching step by step: "So, Loren Turin ..."

"Are you really going to tell me, will you believe in a pitiful fairy tale told by a ghost from a past era?"

"This is not necessarily the case." Loren, who twitched his lips, took a step forward, hesitated for a few seconds, and squeezed out a smile very hard:

"Actually ... I am a reasonable party."

Very good, twelve steps.

Farnesses' expression was still sarcastic, but cold and biting.

"They have never failed, everything is working as they expected, everything is as they expected."

The pale face began to tremble, the blood-stained pupil shuddered, and the expression of Farness became mad from the initial calmness: "When the glory of the Holy Cross shines on the world, when all obstacles dissipate; spirit and material The world will become a puppet of the dragon's bloodline! "

Looking at Fanesis who seemed to be "singing" in the next second, the dark-haired wizard always felt that the other party's tone sounded particularly strange.

How to describe it ... full of subjective insights, but there is reason and evidence; it doesn't seem to be seen from somewhere, or heard.

"And I ... will do everything to stop that day."

Slightly for a moment, Loren, who was standing on the spot, immediately showed the most sincere smile:

"The spirit is visible, I wish you success."

Snapped--!

With a snap of his fingers, the gray-blue magic array spread quickly at the feet of the two.

High-order spell, a solitary dream.

In an instant, the darkness of the darkness was devouring two people at the same time.

The effect of the solitary dream is to suppress all the energy of the void ... Facing the Fanesis, Loren does not expect to really suppress him completely, but one click is enough.

Just a blink of an eye is enough!

The next second, the dark-haired wizard decisively pounced on the still standing Fanesses, and the sharp silver swords penetrated the fragile chest.

Draw a sword, assault, pierce straight, all in one go.

"puff--!"

Splashes of plasma.

The black-haired wizard shuddered.

Just at that moment, Farnesses ... he didn't mean to hide at all.

Oops!

While looking back, the whole "Dream of Dreams" has been torn apart; the black mist in the air gradually condenses and forms, and strikes the black-haired wizard.

"clang--!"

The light-struck Liang Yin barely stopped the "long spear" that was about to penetrate the throat. Despite realizing that the situation had changed, Loren could not give up such a good opportunity, and the left hand with the "caster" was a snap.

High-level curse, rock will.

With a violent roar, the black earth walls rose on both sides of the black-haired wizard at the same time, completely sealing off the space around himself and Fanesis, while intercepting all the black mist.

Loren, half kneeling on the ground, pulled out the last bright silver, and his dark pupil stared at the figure that was still standing.

Ten steps of short lanes, narrow roads meet.

Chances ... only once.

If you can't take advantage of this opportunity, leaving Fanesis in the depths of the mine forever, you will never have peace ... On the layout and planning, you will never be his opponent.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The wall made of rocks was groaning constantly, and the faceless Loren sprinted straight forward; every bone and blood vessel in the body seemed to roar from the deep.

Farnesis, who had penetrated his chest, was still standing, and the black robe on his body had been stained dark red with blood.

"boom--!!!!"

The overwhelmed wall instantly turned into countless pieces of cracked earth and gravel; the cracked stones ripped the cheeks of the dark-haired wizard, but he still couldn't stop him.

Time solidifies at this moment; the falling earth and stone, the assaulted dark-haired wizard, the raised sword, the astonished Lucien, the motionless Farnesses ...

Everything is like slow motion.

Snapped!

Loren squeezed Farnesses 'neck sharply, and the fragile neck was instantly crushed; the bright silver that was lifted did all he could to penetrate Farnesses' chest.

"Die to me-!!!!!!"

The wailing ribs shattered and broke; a dull sound made the heart explode in the chest cavity.

"boom--!"

With the dazzling light in the dark tunnel, the head of Farnesses was instantly shrouded in flames and turned into scattered sparks.

Did you win?

Looking at Lorren, who was kneeling down on the ground without energy, and gasping for breath, this question immediately appeared in the mind of the gray pupil.

The next second, the situation changes suddenly!

Too late to feel a sense of weightlessness, the black-haired wizard, like a tossed stone cannon, slammed into the wall of the mine.

Flying corpses penetrated Loren's shoulders, and his body was nailed into the air.

"Ahhhhh!"

He let out a low roar, and Loren sighed heavily, but still couldn't restrain the plasma spewing from his shoulder, and the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Loren—!"

"do not come--!"

The struggling black-haired wizard barely raised his right hand and tried his best to stop Lucien who wanted to pounce.

The gray pupil who instinctively obeyed the orders slammed his footsteps, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his body shivered.

The black mist that turned into a spear stopped at a distance of less than **** from his door.

The trembling cold sweat swept across the tip of the nose, and "popped", the stunned gray pupil directly collapsed to the ground and gasped.

Not afraid of death is one thing, but passing by the edge of death ... that's another.

Seeing that he was standing there intact, the weak black wizard barely breathed a sigh of relief, and looked up straight ahead with a bitter smile; in the dark fog, the figure of Fanesis appeared in front of him again out of thin air .

And the corpse that had fallen to the ground had become a pool of flesh that could not see who it was.

It's really ... no surprise.

"Loren Turin, you are always very proud of your" plan ", are you right?" Fanesis' voice was hoarse and his expression was very cordial:

"After going through so many times, do you still think I will believe your bullshit?"

"No ... on the contrary, I don't think you will believe it, and you will ridicule me in this way." Cold sweat and rain, the bloodless Loren still barely squeezed a smile:

"So, at the risk of being killed by you, I did a small experiment to verify a guess."

There was a trace of doubt in Farnesses' eyes, but it was only a flash.

"There is ... such a famous saying," Everything, there is an objective universal law "-after my careful research, I found that this is still applicable to the void and magic, and even the evil god."

The energy consumption is too serious, so he even breathed a few words: "Like I do n’t know how you did it, I do n’t want to know, but ..."

"Every time from" body destruction "to, um ... let's call it" resurrection "first, it will take you about four or five seconds; and being able to be killed proves that your body still maintains the material world Of the objective law. "

"There is also a saying," If someone is killed, he will die "... It's ridiculous, but it's more appropriate to put it on you."

Although the pain was terribly painful, Loren laughed even more brilliantly: "In short, during this period, you absolutely" do not exist "in this world-so as long as I can find a way to carry out a large scale at this moment Void obstruction, do you think something will happen ... especially interesting? "

Before the words fell, the expression of Fanesis had become extremely ugly.

"You are so arrogant, boldly speaking such threatening words ..." Farnesses said coldly: "Do you want you and me to become a life-and-death relationship?"

"I don't want to have any relationship with you other than‘ you die, I live ’.” Loren tilted his head, but unfortunately he was nailed to the wall and could not shrug his shoulders:

"Also, I don't like men, and I'm not interested in women's clothing."

"..." Although worried about the state of the dark-haired wizard at the moment, Lucien's expression was extremely strange.

He clearly remembered that Ain was indeed held in his arms by the "Duke".

Lord Ain, it should be a man ... right?

"As for why I dare to speak like this ..." deliberately imitating the tone of Farnesses, the smile's expression shivered slightly as it pulled the wound:

"It's the same reason why Lushen and I are still alive."

"Master Fanesses, you need me."

Lucien looked startled, staring at the black-haired wizard in disbelief.

The indifferent and solemn Fanesses, his expression was unwavering.

"Unfortunately ... you guessed it."

Loren breathed a sigh of relief.

"Dwarves ... the pride of their self-righteousness, covering up history." Squinting, Farnesses' tone became more and more steady, just like he used to be:

"Just like the Holy Cross is no coincidence, the discovery of Mithril is also the same-do you think that the dwarf, a stubborn race, really achieved its current achievements with its own strength?"

"Of course not, they are just a group of slaves driven by the dragon kingdom; just like the Sakran Empire, the only value of the door is the mining of mitral silver for them."

"They were trained, tuned, brainwashed, and became the perfect tool, and they were complacent and proud ... Of course, your" little toy "was right; even a tool is a tool full of threats."

"He's not a 'little toy', he has a name." The smile on Loren's face disappeared, and he said quietly: "He is my friend, who has protected my friend with his life ... more than once."

Contemptuously glanced at the gray pupil with his head down and silent, www.readwn.com ~ Fanesis was unsure.

Wait, wrong.

Loren finally realized why he felt extra dissonant.

The tone of Fanesis is by no means the tone of a "latecomer".

It seems that he has experienced that era and witnessed it as a bystander ... Even if he really learned the so-called "truth" from the mouth of the Black Cross, it is impossible to be convinced of this point.

"I can spare you, and your" friend "'s life, I can also show the truth of that era in front of you ..." Fanesi said coldly:

"The premise is that you have to agree to my terms ... how is it, Loren Turin?"

Loren didn't answer. He was nailed to the wall and spread his hands in a twisted pose, showing a helpless smile:

"Do I have any choice?"

The answer is of course no.