Shaman from Afar

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Dragon King Tower.

Continuous vibrations came from the outside, and the original bright stars had all been dimmed, leaving only dark darkness.

The silent dark-haired wizard just carried his hands on his back, clutching Liangyin's palm, which was already full of cold sweat.

"It seems that he has broken through the last node and found that it is only a matter of time." The still calm tombkeeper glanced around, silently staring at the dark-haired wizard with "grey" flashing gray-blue fire:

"Lord Loren Turin, it's time."

The dark-haired wizard nodded, and a hint of determination appeared in his heavy complexion, exhaling lightly.

"Next, in order to avoid any accidents, I will first completely decompose my body, and then let my consciousness be fully integrated into the roots of Niederhogg, and destroy the core used to maintain balance there, to ensure foolproof."

The tombkeeper said lightly that he took out a "rod of wood" resembling a wand out of his remaining bones and gently stroked it twice before handing it to the black-haired wizard.

At the moment when he received it, Loren was very convinced that the other party really showed an emotion called "nostalgia".

"this is……"

"A long time ago, the" Wizard Certificate "I got from the instructor was just a souvenir, and the wizard of my era did not cast a magic wand long ago."

The tombkeeper folded his hands together and gazed at Loren calmly: "I separated and saved a part of my consciousness, and destroying it would wipe me out completely-under the chain relationship, the entire Niederhog would also Then it collapsed. "

"In this way, a great and shameful civilization can finally be brought to the curtain without decent."

Loren did not comment on anything, but solemnly put the "magic wand" in his arms.

"Loren ... No, let's call you" foreigner ", this seems to be a more appropriate name."

At the moment when Loren left, the ethereal voice behind him suddenly stopped him, and his tone became heavier than before:

"Here is a stranger from afar, I have one last thing to warn you about."

Turning around, Loren frowned slightly and looked at him: "Please speak."

"I once witnessed how far a great idea and theory can have a profound impact on the world; I also personally experienced an irresponsible practice, and how serious the consequences will be." The gravekeeper's ethereal voice suddenly felt a little bit Shivering slightly:

"A decision that you think is correct may eventually lead to an unpredictable disaster!"

Loren's expression is more confused: "Sorry, but what are you going to say ..."

"You come from a world whose civilization level is much higher than that of this era, the stranger." The gravekeeper paused and said calmly: "Even if it is not intentional, it will certainly have an extremely profound impact on this world. . "

"And my experience tells me-advanced, visionary, superior, reasonable ... Sometimes, it may not be right."

"We self-righteous wizards have given the dragon kingdom the power to defeat all enemies, built a city beyond imagination, let everyone eat and wear, and the dragon is driven by us ... even done Perfect, unified plan for the whole world. "

"But in the end, we are just a group of self-righteous," slave masters "who have mastered powerful forces, and are regarded as dead enemies by the" slaves "who are the same as our blood."

"The incomparable dragon kingdom is also a sad country to the extreme-we built her personally, and then destroyed her personally. And I sincerely hope that the decision you make will not follow the same path as we do . "

"So ... this is just a little suggestion. When you are ready to make some major decisions, please at least think about it-will everything I do make me regret it for life?"

Loren looked at the gravekeeper's sincere "request" without saying a word, and his heart was heavy. He didn't even know how he should react, but he just responded at a loss:

"I will, I promise you, I will."

"Then I don't have any regrets, thank you." The grave-keeper's expression was extremely serene, and there was even a hint of relief in the ethereal voice:

"I can finally leave this secular world full of confusion and contradiction with peace of mind and meet my relatives and friends in the heaven of the Holy Cross."

Suffering for a moment, Loren couldn't help but raised his lips and chuckled.

"Of course, I know very well that I don't exist anymore after my consciousness dissipates, but ..."

"It doesn't prevent an ever-reasonable person from lying in good faith and letting him have a beautiful dream that will never wake up when he dies ..."

The tomb-keeper, who slowly opened his mouth, turned his body into gravel little by little, drifting into the air.

"Walk all the way, Lord Wizard." Loren solemnly pressed his right hand to his chest and bowed slightly:

"May tonight ... you can meet your friends and family!"

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"Loren ———!"

The fragmented Dragon King's tower collapsed and collapsed. The skeleton dragon above the dome groaned and opened its wings to leave this burning sea of ​​fire.

The earth and rock cracked, and the crumbling Dragon King Tower continued to send roaring and collapsing loud noises; Isaac and Lusien, whose eyes widened, shivered from head to toe.

"boom----!!!!"

The trembling roar, shocked Lucien's eyes widened;

The giant tower in the fire turned into ruins!

Loren ... Your Excellency ...

How, why? !

In an instant, the bloodshot stained the silver-gray eyes, and the thin figure jumped up fiercely!

At the same moment, one hand pressed the shoulder of the gray pupil.

Lussien's instinctive sword-drawing in the rage waved behind him, the sharp blade with a piercing shriek!

"Relax, it's me."

A humorous voice made the gray pupil suddenly froze, immediately stopped the sword in his hand, and the cross section stopped in front of the neck of the man behind him.

"I said ... Are you going to kill me with a sword?" Sighing lightly, a helpless dark-haired wizard tilted the corner of his mouth, and glanced at the sword front between his necks a little bit "after fear".

Lucien was completely stunned, and looked at this Laurent Turin who appeared intact in front of him in disbelief!

"Luo, Lord Loren ... you, you shouldn't be ..." The stuttering gray pupil, also subconsciously pointed to the sea of ​​fire behind him: "You, how are you ..."

With a smile and a sigh, Loren moved the corner of his mouth first and removed the broken sword that was stuck around his neck: "It's a bit complicated to explain, but ... in short, don't worry, I'm still alive."

"Also ... Lucien, I have a task to give you."

The gray pupil who recovered in a moment straightened his waist, with a serious expression: "Please tell me!"

"I need you to take Isaac right back to the entrance to the high wall." Shrugging, the black-haired wizard pointed to a guy who had collapsed on the ground: "I just stunned him, so You may have to carry him for a while. "

"Listen clearly, the Dragon King City is about to collapse-so don't look back no matter what you hear, otherwise we won't be able to escape anymore until this is completely finished!"

"understand!"

Without hesitation, Isaac was carried on his back ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The stunned gray pupil suddenly raised his head and suddenly remembered something: "Wait, Lord Loren, you ..."

"I can't leave for the time being, there is one thing that must be resolved." Helplessly spreading his hands, the black-haired wizard chuckled: "You just wait for me at the entrance of the high wall and prepare to escape at any time."

"Relax, I will catch up with you."

Lussien stared at the dark-haired wizard's face without saying a word; he was scarred, carrying a stunned Isaac, and limping away toward the palace of the colonnade.

Silently turned around, the faceless Loren narrowed his eyes slightly:

"Very good, now only the last troublesome guy is left ..."

At the end of the line of sight, a very familiar figure came out of the blazing sea of ​​flames, but the staggering pace gave people a very solemn and heavy sense of oppression.

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