I'm playing Yuanshin in Tivat!

started again.

Life is not easy, Yura sighed.

Yula, the shame of the Lawrence family, ate the sliced ​​meat that the commoner Amber helped her put into the bowl. In the eyes of this uncle, it was simply a crime of chaos, and it was impossible to communicate.

Wind Dragon Ruins, right?

Now who doesn't suspect that you have a problem?It is really stupid to say this in front of the guerrilla captain of the West Wind Knights.

But I don't know if it's a blessing in disguise, such a loud conspiracy step by step is like surrendering yourself, at least you can win a leniency when the time comes.

Passive surrender is yes.

Yura shook her head, planning to go directly to Captain Koto after returning home.

Chapter 61: Close Relatives, Close Relatives

[The Lawrence family is suspected to be researching back and forth between the Fenglong Ruins and the Longji Snow Mountain. These two places are related to the abyss. The possibility of active collusion cannot be ruled out. After all, if you can hook up with fools, you can hook up with the abyss. The IQ of Lawrence's old nobleman is obvious to all. 】

Yula passed the news to the Zephyr Knights, and Qin, who was deeply aware of the seriousness of the matter, quickly passed the news to Lu Kong. She did not neglect, and quickly put her hand on the typewriter and started the analysis mode.

【Does the Lawrence family want to awaken the Lone King of the Tower? 】

This is a question, and a question like this is like an anchor, allowing people to quickly sort out the motives of the parties involved.

[Proud old nobles, can you tolerate a more ancient person?It happened 7000 years ago. Even in the later aristocratic period, Fengshen belief split into aristocratic faction and commoner faction. There is no such thing as a high tower king. Think about it, both Protestant and Catholic dogs have their heads punched out. I have never heard of anyone who went to Islam for help. There is a big difference between heretics and heretics. 】

But if you think about it carefully, there are righteous gods in this world.

The moment Fengshen won the heart of God, he was significantly different from other demon gods. Maybe the Lawrence family was just overconfident and thought they could drive a demon god?Help them regain their former glory.

The Lawrence family has never lacked self-confidence, not to mention the shadow of the Abyss Church behind it.

The abyss is very good at provoking desire.

Ms. Lu quickly finalized the purpose of the characters, and gave a logical explanation for why the Lawrence family was so reckless. She nodded slightly, and then it was time to see the real story, and it was time to make predictions.

She kept writing, her hand speed increased, and the mechanical structure of the keyboard even collided with sparks.

[The Abyss Cult may really be able to resurrect the lonely king of the tower, Dekarapian, or just use the site of the wind dragon ruins to further control Twarin. This is not important, what matters is the time, place, and characters. 】

[The people present included the shamans and mages of the Abyss Cult, Lawrence who might be with them, Tewarin, the dragon of the east wind, Wendy, the wind god, and Dekarapian, the lonely king of the tower who is suspected of being resurrected. 】

It is unprecedentedly complicated, and there are also unprecedentedly many characters, but it doesn't matter, they are not chaotic individuals, at least everyone's purpose is very clear to them, and they are divided into two camps for the time being.

The forces of the abyss and the forces of the wind god.

For a stable person, the position will never change and can be ignored, and the existence of swinging in the middle is the key.

It is also in the middle, and the attention should be on Twalin. The members of the Lawrence family can be ignored. They are not important in this matter, and they are not important in anything.

Unknowingly, after conscious logical training, Lu Kong has learned to distinguish between priorities and take common-sense countermeasures in a very short period of time. This is as natural to her as breathing, and she doesn't know why.

"Should I just say...the show is on?"

Lu Kong said to himself.

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Schubert Lawrence walked in the broken temple, his old boots were worn out, and the exhaustion of walking made Schubert thirsty. He changed three trekking poles along the way, and each one broke on the road.

The more "sacrifices" she made, the more she felt her own greatness.

How great.

In order to restore the glory of the family and seize the power belonging to the family from the kleptocrats, he, Schubert, can also make sacrifices.

What form of sacrifice?

The shoes are worn out, the walking is tired, and the trekking poles are broken.

[Weak will, extreme self-esteem, and inability to see the form clearly, waiting for this uncle will never be equal cooperation. On the one hand, he will think that he is using everyone, and on the other hand, Schubert will be mercilessly used by the person he thinks to use. 】

[Neither side is a scumbag, it can be regarded as a two-way rush. 】

[A terrible guess can't help but enter my mind. In the ancient times of my hometown, nobles all over the world used to marry close relatives in order to maintain blood. The ancient nobles in Mond were closed and conservative, and they paid great attention to the purity of blood. Could it be...]

【Na Yula also...】

Lu Kong wrote the character analysis, and by the way he joked with himself.

Schubert stayed in the ruins of the wind dragon, before a collapsed high wall overgrown with vines, where a bonfire was burning, and three Qiuqiu people were dancing wildly around the fire. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and walked forward without changing his pace.

"Every time, I am surprised how this kind of Qiuqiu people, who are lower than ordinary people in Mond, are controlled by these abyss mages."

Schubert marveled.

"However, people from Qiuqiu, even if they ask for the control of the great Lawrence family, they still think their eyes are dirty. Beasts in the forest should look like beasts in the forest, and stay where they are now."

Schubert said lightly, as if emboldening himself.

He stayed by the fire, the place was empty, but Schubert acted like someone, and hid aside vigilantly, almost at the same time, harsh laughter sounded at the same time.

The abyss mage wearing a fire shield suddenly appeared behind him, wearing a pitch-black bird mask, with a sense of fright that "your little cutie suddenly appeared".

"Kukuku~ Man of Destiny, a member of the Lawrence family, you really came."

An abyss mage who can speak human language is an elite even among the abyss forces, which is extremely rare.

Schubert nodded.

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"Yes, that's right, just move forward like this."

Even if the abyss mage spoke normally, his language seemed to be distorted, revealing a chaotic and blind force. Schubert walked in front, and the abyss mage floated behind him, and he could clearly see the black smoke lingering behind him. Breath, like a marionette.

"Yes, if everything goes well, you will become the first nobleman who can enshrine a demon god."

"But before that, you have to endure, you have to pray."

"You have to pretend to be the most devout believer of the Gale King, pray to him in the name of Abyss, and pray for his return. This is not a shame, but a burden of humiliation for the revival of the family. For the glory of the Lawrence family, you can make sacrifices."

What a great sacrifice.

In front of the deserted altar, black air filled the air like a chaotic tide. Schubert knelt down slowly and began to pray.

"The tamer of the blasting wind."

"The king who built the tower."

"A thousand winds, and the dream of a thousand majesties represented by a thousand winds."

"I pray for your return."

Chapter 62: Boss Lu did all the bad things

The first two sentences are deeds, and the latter sentence is a vague authority. At least in terms of astrology and mysticism, this prayer corresponds to the long-gone King Dekarapian.

The lonely king is dead.

But the medium used by Schubert is the power of the abyss.

It was the ultimate chaos, the ultimate disorder, like a country out of order, all laws are invalid in the face of the abyss.

Of course, with Schubert alone, it is impossible to invoke such a large dose of the power of the abyss. Such a prayer is destined to not get any response and will end in failure.

Thus, the abyss mage began to dance.

It was a spiritual dance used to communicate with the world. The dancing steps matched the chaotic cadence and weird syllables. No one could understand the meaning of those syllables. A true master of linguistics would only know the meaning of those weird syllables that contained chaos and huge power. instantly polluted.

Pollution is everywhere.

[It is not the dead that sleep forever, and in the wondrous eons even death itself passes away. 】

The disorderly black smoke began to gather, and slowly, there seemed to be a heavy beating sound of the heart, which was very heavy, and every beat seemed to squeeze out a tide full of filthy ravings, spreading like a sea wave, making people dizzy.

"Isn't it a summon?"

Schubert endured his dizziness and turned around and asked, "Is this successful or not? The IQ of the Lawrence family cannot be challenged."

The abyss mage cursed Qiuqiu.

Originally, he just aroused the master's arrogance and let his rational thinking fly to the sky. Now it seems that he has found an ancestor for himself, and he feels uncomfortable after being scolded.

stab~

The abyss mage was very angry, and the consequences were serious.

A cluster of flames swished above Schubert's head, and Schubert let out a miserable scream.

"Hairstyle, the hairstyle of a nobleman!"

The abyss mage made a side-lying posture with one hand on his head in the air, looked at Schubert who was running away with his head in his arms, and wondered whether he would be burned into alopecia areata, Mediterranean, or a football if he was bolder.

"Desperate? Scared? Then pray."

The abyss mage yawned under the bird's beak mask: "But would you pray to the wind god? He chose the common people between the nobles and the common people, and turned his back on the path of your belief. Look up and listen to the beating heart. Don't you believe in the power contained in it?"

"Pray to the Gale Demon God, Dekarapian, the Lone King of the Tower."

Every abyss mage is the best instigator, not because of their superb language skills, but because the language of the abyss has its own intelligence-reducing buff, which can reduce the audience's IQ through pollution.

The abyss mage feels that if he wants to succeed this time, not only can he harvest a wind demon dragon polluted by the abyss, but he can also harvest a Dekarapian.

He began to laugh, with a kind of harvest joy.

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The crimson filthy heart gradually condenses into a real shape, which is very hideous. Based on this, the blood vessels and muscles are growing rapidly, but on the grown flesh and blood, there seem to be strange inscriptions that seem to be there, exuding a filthy smell. Light.

"I felt a familiar ominous atmosphere."

Wendy looked serious.

This is the first time he has set foot on this land again after hundreds of years. The high walls and palaces are all blown up, and there is a barren scene everywhere.

At this moment, there is a strong ominous atmosphere here, as if something creepy has happened, even the trajectory of the wind has lost the leisure of the past, and has the unnaturalness of being in a cage.

Since it is a ray of wind naturally generated between heaven and earth, how can it be imprisoned by a high tower?

It actually happened.

Wendy frowned, holding the verdant minstrel hat with one hand, and staring solemnly at the ring-shaped dark clouds around the top somewhere, that familiar feeling was coming out of history, and as the god of wind, he couldn't sit idly by.

"Unfortunately, I don't have time to restore my strength. I hope Lu Kong won't just sit on the sidelines and help me at critical moments."

Wendy snapped her fingers lightly.

Qianfeng held him up, and the wind barriers formed by countless turbulent currents avoided Wendy one after another, forming a passage that could fly in parallel. With the noble body of the wind god, he used the most simple unpainted wind wings in Mond City.

"It's coming soon."

"This time it must be in time."

However, things always seemed to be contrary to expectations. Accompanied by a scream of pain, the wind around Wendy suddenly became disordered, and the sunlight was suddenly enveloped by a huge shadow cast down. He supported the wings of the wind, raised his head, and squinted. eyes.

"Twarin..."

Happened to meet such a time.

He shifted slightly, and the turbulent wind spontaneously pushed Wendy away from the established track, brushing past the sharp dragon claws, and he went all the way up dignifiedly, staring at the spikes on Twalin's neck.

The purple spikes are extremely eye-catching, as if reminding Fengshen of the mistakes he made.

But these are things that cannot be helped.

If he does not sleep, Fengshen will usher in the cruel fate of God, and bring unimaginable disaster to Mond.

He gently lifted the cloak, and the lyre, which was shining with green light, was suspended in the air, spinning slowly, and the crisp sound of plucking the strings sounded, which was the beautiful music from ancient times.

"Twarin, just sleep for a while..."

The sound of playing stopped suddenly, and Wendy scratched his head in embarrassment. He suddenly thought of a very serious problem.

The particularly useful ability to make creatures fall asleep seems to have been taken away by Lu Kongniu.

"B-ba-to-s-"

Twarin's roar blew up the plants on the ground, like a gust of wind, Wendy narrowed her eyes instinctively, her face was still grayed by the blown wind and sand.

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