The Witch of Comprehensive Network: From Azeroth to the Classic of Mountains and Seas

Chapter 1040 Father and Son

The howling cold wind seemed to have stagnated at this moment.

Before, even through the thick walls, it could cover the winter sound of the firewood crackling in the fireplace, but at this moment, it suddenly fell into a kind of oppressive silence.

Everyone in the tavern noticed something was wrong.

And the owner of the tavern, who seemed to have relevant peeping means, looked outside for a while, then looked back as if shocked.

He touched his thick neck tremblingly, and then drank the spirits that he was going to send to another guest in one gulp.

Later, under the influence of strong alcohol, his spirit seemed to stabilize a little:
"...My grandfather, who once gained a great reputation in the capital of thousands of peaks, has never received such a guest."

he murmured.

And some other guests who were somewhat forceful stood up when they saw that something was wrong.

They don't know what's going on outside.

I wanted to go out and have a look, but I was a little afraid.

The knights sitting together seemed quite calm.

They had seen enough violent storms.

Such a vision is not enough to make them feel flustered.

It's just obvious that it's hard to get such a peaceful experience during this trimming.

And amidst the noise, a guest in a black robe stood up.

Entering the tavern, the other party naturally no longer wore a hood.

In the light provided by the firewood, people can see each other clearly:

The thin and three-dimensional face is full of gully traces of time.

Coupled with the many weird things around its waist, probably only spellcasters can use it.

This may be a Northland mage...

He stood up, but he didn't look at the closed door, but turned his head to look at the young bard who was watching the situation by the fireplace:

"It's time for an appointment..."

Branlavich-Collado: ?

When he was sure that the other party was talking to him.

The young bard couldn't help but fell into a kind of confusion.

But before he could get out of this confusion, Fang Fang directly waved the magic weapon at his side.

This move alerted the knights who were still watching on the other side.

In the next moment, Corrado's figure disappeared beside the fireplace.

"Don't make that lord wait too long..."

The existence of the suspected Northland mage said so.

Then, he suddenly pointed at the closed door behind him.

Suddenly, some kind of frosty force permeated the gate!

"That doesn't belong to you and I should spy on it. Enjoy the wine and barbecue with peace of mind."

After speaking, under the watchful eyes of the knights, the other party sat down safely.

At this time, in the vast world outside the tavern.

The young bard was standing on the top of what should have been a snow mountain.

And in front of him are huge star-like eyes protruding from the sea of ​​clouds...

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"He actually left blood descendants..."

In the sea of ​​clouds, Corrado heard the roar of the storm all over the sky.

They converge into a vast sound, whistling between the vast heaven and earth.

It overwhelms the roar of winter, it overwhelms the mountains.

All things will listen to the One Will - willingly or not...

Corrado felt that he should be amazed at his own courage at this moment.

It seemed that there was some invisible force supporting his body.

Let him not completely prostrate his body on the ground, just like the countless creatures kneeling on the rocks in the distant, rolling hills.

For a world that doesn't have that many notable legendary characters.

This kind of existence has already exceeded the limit that most creatures can imagine.

Perhaps the wildest imaginative grounds that can ever be given are no more than those majestic mountains or the raging sea.

And at this moment, this is the Qingtian body that cannot be compared and manifested by thousands of people in the world...

he?
Bloodline?
Unfounded, Corrado felt that the other party was talking about his father who had some meager fame.

Countless messy thoughts were stirring in Corrado's mind.

He suddenly remembered what he found in the attic, the father's posthumous work.

The last legacy...

And the next moment, the storm roaring above the sky and the earth once again brought the will to lift up the sky:
"You seem to be more disciplined than him..."

Me - Corrado?rule?
Corrado suddenly didn't know how to respond to this great existence.

Since he was a child, he grew up in a human village mainly engaged in farming and animal husbandry.

Those red tapes seem to be even less restrictive than the ox rope in hand.

However, as a descendant of a well-known bard, he did not inherit his father's related careers in his hometown.

After finding the last legacy about his father in the attic.

Without even going to verify whether those records belonged to his father's "artistic processing" product, he resolutely put aside the family property and embarked on the road of searching.

Say your own rules...

Corrado suddenly felt that the impression of his father in his memory was a little strange.

And at this moment, from the vast storm, an object landed in front of Corrado.

And along with this object that looked like some kind of container, Corrado heard the roar of the storm:
"I have an agreement with your father."

"As for you—I'm not missing a gourd of witchcraft."

"It's not in vain for you to call me 'Great Witch'..."

He is the great witch?
Corrado's pupils suddenly constricted.

In the father's manuscript, the description about the names and taboos of the ancient gods.

As for the promise mentioned in the last words, it is also one of the many ancient gods—a great name carried in a language that Corrado is unfamiliar with...

Even Corrado can only know its pronunciation with the help of his father's syllable notes on the manuscript.

It's just about its true meaning, which was not found in the long search process after Corrado.

Among the fragmentary records of his father's poems, Corrado managed to piece together some broken images.

In previous conjectures, Corrado felt that it might be a giant or a half-giant.

And now it seems that his conjecture is not completely wrong.

It's just that compared with the giant he originally expected, the opponent's specifications slightly exceeded...

As for the container that was placed in front of him and contained the name "witch medicine".

Corrado stepped forward and picked it up.

There is no more hesitation, just like he once chose to resolutely put aside his family property and choose to go out.

From Corrado's point of view, for the vast majority of true bards, this would not be something that would be considered too much.

Only such constant curiosity and exploration of changes, unknowns and secrets can control those complicated movements and notes.

A bard is not just a skilled musician...

In this way, Corrado fumbled around and opened the container.

Under the scorching star-like gaze, the turbid liquid appeared.

Corrado drank it straight down...

　Today's condition is a bit bad, only one update...

It was supposed to be updated normally.

But the energy check failed...

ps: Those who can steadily increase tens of thousands every day are really superhuman...

——from the bald head

　
(End of this chapter)