Legendary Mage

The next day, the incident of Moline caused a sensation in the entire village of Makolun. Most of the villagers thought that Moline was the incarnation of the devil and tried to expel him from the village.

The top figures in the village came to Mo Lin's house and informed the village of their decision to stay with a negotiated but undeniable attitude.

They said politely that they couldn't bear to drive Mo Lin out of the village, but it is true that Mo Lin is the devil's incarnation. For the sake of all villagers, we can only abandon Xiaojiabao for everyone, I hope that Mo Lin's grandpa can understand.

Moline's grandfather clearly couldn't understand them, but he and Moline could not live in the village of Macollen. The villagers evaded them from Morin, which made them unable to obtain food without arable land. Finally, they had no choice but to leave their villages and left the village of Makolun.

Fortunately, Master Morin can be poor. This bag is deflated and light, which is a perfect condition for walking.

Master Morin had been away for two days, but they didn't go out for fifty miles. Their backpack only has three or five corn noodles and a few steamed sweet potatoes. The food is so little that it is not enough for the two Morin. And Mo Lin's grandfather is too old, he can not breathe every three or five miles, he must stop to rest.

On the second night when Master Morin left Makolun Village, a large black cloud came suddenly, and the fork-like lightning seemed to tear the sky and the earth together.

The strong wind roared in the woods, and soon the raindrops the size of soy beans fell down. Master Morin had no time to find a place to shelter from the rain. They just drilled into the woods. When they first entered the woods, the rain came down like a scoop.

Although the woods can stop the rain, they are still soaked.

The rain has been falling like this, and it doesn't mean anything at all. The dark clouds in the sky are thicker and heavier.

In the wind and rain, the two Mo Lin felt very helpless, Mo Lin's grandfather cursed God, but the more he rained, the bigger the rain, the world seemed to be covered by a thick rain curtain. .

The rushing river on the other side of the road soared over the road and poured into the woods. Morin was really worried that he would die here, hesitating, helpless, and fear lingering in his heart.

At this moment, there was a thunderous light tumbling in the dark clouds. Morin's grandfather looked up at the light and muttered in his mouth: "It's time, this body is so decayed, sorry, Mo Lin, Grandpa can’t be with you anymore."

"Grandpa, what are you talking about?" Morin asked. Because the thunderstorm was loud, Morin did not hear the old man's words.

The old man squatted down to look at Morin and said, "Boy, did you take the blue-violet bead in my box?"

Mo Lin didn't know why his grandfather asked this unimportant thing at this time. It was just an ordinary ball, not a baby. But Morin replied: "I took it away, sorry, grandpa."

"It's okay," the old man smiled and said, "It's okay if you take it. It was originally intended for you. So where is the ball now? I think you always hold it in your mouth."

Mo Lin knew that Grandpa had long known that he had stolen his things. He said guiltily: "I accidentally swallowed it into my stomach, I thought I could pull it out, but I found nothing in the shit."

"That's good, that's good." The old man stood up, instead of looking at Morin, but looked up at the sky.

Mo Lin was very puzzled. He swallowed such a thing. Why did Grandpa say it? He looked up at the old man, but was suddenly pushed out by the old man with a slap.

Unexpectedly, Morin flew out and fell into the rain-filled ground. Morin looked at his grandfather in surprise. It was hard to imagine that he had such great strength.

But Morin saw a twisted thick lightning hit his grandfather, and the strong light of the thunderbolt illuminated the entire forest. Morin couldn't look directly at the bright light, so he turned his head and blocked his eyes with his hand.

After the glare passed, the woods fell into deeper darkness.

"Grandpa!" Morin yelled. In the dark woods, the place where the old man stood was empty, and only the pieces of burning clothes fell to the ground.

Morin grabbed it and picked up pieces of clothing that had been wiped out by the rain. It was hard for him to believe that his grandfather had evaporated out of thin air like this, leaving no remains.

"Grandpa!" Morin cried in a low voice, holding the grandfather's broken clothes, shuddering all over, rain falling down his cheeks.

The world is in chaos, and Morin can't tell where he is. He wanted to yell and cry, but couldn't open his mouth. His heart was blank, not knowing where he was going.

The thundering thunder rolled like a never-ending drum of war. The water of the rushing river rose into the woods where Mo Lin was, and he submerged him in a while.

Morin struggled in the big water, but after a while he lost his strength and spit out a few bubbles in the flood and sank.

The great flood engulfed happiness and sorrow.

In the muddy flood, Moline floated up and down like a dead body. He drifted eastward along the water until he reached a pier, only to be blocked by a pile.

After three days, the torrent subsided and the unconscious Moline ran aground on the muddy beach.

After the floods passed, the people dispatched by the city of Brazed to rescue the victims found Moline on the beach.

At first, these people thought that Moline was dead, and they just carried his body out to be buried with the dead refugees.

One of them picked up Moline and found that he was still alive. He immediately said to his companion in surprise: "Oh, you look, it's amazing, this child is still alive!"

"Nonsense?" said another. "How could this child be washed up by the river, how could he still be alive?"

"But he is indeed alive!" the man holding Mo Lin retorted.

auzw.com "Okay, don't worry about that much, is it not good to live one more, take him to the North County Valley." The leader of the group said.

Now that the leader has spoken, everyone believes that Moline is alive. They mounted Moline on the carriage, just enough to meet a wave of refugees, and a guard and a coachman ran to the North County.

Although Mo Lin had been unconscious on the way to North County, he seemed to have some consciousness. He could feel the shaking and the people around him, but he couldn't open his eyes.

Suddenly, a light appeared in front of Morin's eyes, and his eyes opened, but he saw a figure in the light.

"Morin, I regret that I have to leave you," said the figure in the light. "After separating the eyes of Esfken, my mortal body accelerated aging."

"Grandpa!" Morin finally recognized the figure in the light and shouted.

"Boy, I have something to tell you," the figure said.

Mo Lin said in surprise: "How come, how did you do it?" Before the words were finished, the figure interrupted Mo Lin's words:

"Time is running out, my child. The mental power that I stay in the eyes of Esferken will not last long. You must listen carefully to every word I say, and don’t interrupt me."

Moline nodded.

"Boy, the bead you swallowed is not an ordinary round ball. It is an artifact, and the name is called Eye of Esferken."

"When you swallow it, it will remain in your abdomen forever and become a storage place for your strength. After you swallow it, the greatest performance is that the fire and water in nature can't hurt you, I think, you already know Now."

"However, the power of this artifact is more than that. I have left a text on each level of power of the Eye of Esfoken as an explanation. When you can turn on that level of artifact power, you will naturally see it. "

"Child, this world will be threatened by flames. You must grow up as soon as possible, and the fate of humanity is in your hands."

Morin shouted at the figure: "I don't want to control the destiny of mankind, I want you to come back!"

The figure said to Morin: "Sorry, Morin, I can't go back to this world anymore. But boy, we will meet again someday."

The voice of the figure became weaker and weaker. When the last word was finished, the piece of light in front of Morin disappeared.

"Grandpa! Grandpa!"

"Hey, are you a nightmare when you wake up?"

Morin felt that someone was pushing himself and opened his eyes violently, but saw a cute little face sticking in front of him. He was startled, but together he hit the top of the car and only shed his painful tears straight down.

"Ha ha ha", the little girl who woke up Mo Lin laughed.

"What's so funny?" Morin rubbed his head and frowned. He looked around and found that there were more than a dozen people in the car.

"Where am I, and where are we going?" Morin asked the little girl after looking at those with sad faces.

"Are you stupid?" the little girl's apple-like face sneered. "Of course, the carriage is here. The carriage went to North County."

Morin looked at the girl angrily, but when she saw her sweet smile, she couldn't get angry.

The girl looked at Morin and took out a bag of things and handed him said, "You must be hungry. I have the leftovers from last time. Give it to you."

"Thank you!" Moline said gratefully, taking the girl's paper bag.

The paper bag was only half a loaf of bread, but for Mo Lin who hadn't eaten for more than three days, it was already lucky to eat something after waking up.

Moline swallowed the bread into his stomach in a few bites, and the girl smiled and said to Moline: "My name is Isabel, you eat my food, and I will be my person in the future, understand?"

"Then I'm cheap enough to sell you half a loaf of bread?" Morin said disdainfully.

"That's fine, you spit out my bread now!" Isabelle said to tear Morin's mouth. The two immediately rolled together.

"Don't make trouble, little rabbits!" a man scolded fiercely. "After such a big disaster, you still have troubles, why don't you drown you. Also, you girl, just look at it The seed of a prostitute!"

As soon as Morin heard that the man was not speaking like humans, he immediately returned to scold, but was blocked by Isabel and said, "Forget it, don't cause trouble, these people are small nobles."

Isabel sat back in her place and asked about Moline's name and age, because Moline was eleven years old this year, two years older than her, and the two became siblings.

Without laughter, the whole car was full of melancholy and dull feeling, and the sky was dark, and the whole car was like a moving coffin.

There was nothing wrong with Morin closing his eyes and raising his mind, still thinking about what the grandfather in the light said to himself. It seemed like a dream, but it seemed weird and true.

"What artifact did I swallow in my stomach?" Morin thought, touching his stomach. "What is the artifact? Grandpa said he left text here, but what should I do?"

Mo Lin just thought of this, and suddenly some blue light came on in his consciousness, and the light points gradually converged, and it slowly turned into a text suspended in his mind.