God seal

Bethian Oliverson knew from an early age that he was an unpopular child who should not have been born.

There is no love between parents, just an exchange of interests.And when he, the seed produced by the exchange of benefits, did not perform as they expected, the man and woman did not show disappointment, but rather a sigh of relief, a sense of relief that they could finally throw away the burden.

From the age of three, when it was detected that he did not inherit the talent of "prophet", he never saw those two human beings named parents.

He doesn't remember their faces, the only thing he remembers is the loneliness from beginning to end.

When Bethian was five years old, his father had another son, and his mother married a second husband.He was finally completely erased from their lives, as a superfluous, useless outcast that shouldn't have existed.

He didn't feel sad, because people who have never experienced happiness don't know what sadness is.Only happy people are afraid of sadness, sadness and loneliness, but for Berthian, these feelings have been integrated into his life and breath since he was born.How else could he tell them apart.

Until he heard about his father and his younger brother, how the man loved the little boy like a treasure, and sheltered him from all the cold wind and rain, just like all parents in the world do.

At that moment, Bo Xien realized that his parents were not incapable of loving.

They just don't love him.

"What does that matter?"

"I don't need anyone to love me at all," said the young boy.

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"Searle."

Seeing the elf go the wrong way again, the black-robed mage spoke quietly.

"If you tell me where you're going, maybe I can show you the way."

Searle raised his eyes, and his moon-like silver eyes looked at him coldly.

"If you stop following me, I'll tell you where I'm going."

After he finished speaking, he realized that there seemed to be something wrong with his words.

The black-robed mage could hardly help laughing.This spirit has been active for more than 300 years, why is it still so naive sometimes.

Searle reacted quickly, and was annoyed that he didn't know why he was always ashamed in front of this annoying mage.

"...I'm not heading for a particular destination. I'm looking for people."

said the elf.

Bothian breathed a sigh of relief quietly, as long as the elf didn't want to slaughter the orc tribe again, he could accompany whoever he wanted.

"Who are you looking for?" The mage tried his best to keep his tone gentle. "Is it someone you know? Do you know his name, what he looks like, and do you have any tokens of him?"

"No, no, no, no." The elf said impatiently.

The mage held back his temper and repeatedly warned himself not to get angry.

"So, did you make an appointment where to meet?"

Searle sneered: "If they knew I was looking for him, they would definitely not sit and wait."

Then there are no clues!The mage's meager patience finally ran out.

"That's right, then you have to be able to turn over the entire orc mountain! Of course, before you turn over, you have to pray that the person you're looking for doesn't use the teleportation circle to leave early, otherwise it would be a waste of time .” Bossian also sneered back.

Searle imagined that scene, and immediately realized that it was really unreliable to search blindly like this in a fit of anger.Since there is a ready-made mage, why doesn't he use this guy?

Searle tentatively said: "If I tell you their characteristics..."

"As long as it's a tangible feature, not 'no, no, no, no'." Bossian said, "I can give you an accurate location. Don't forget, I am a divination mage."

"Okay." Searle finally let go, "I'm looking for a group of Vulcan paladins."

"A group of what?" Bothian doubted his ears.

"The paladin of Hephas, the god of fire." Searle repeated, and then said, "Perhaps, there is also the paladin of Waterland, the god of water."

The wind and snow gradually increased.

Even though it was early spring, at this altitude, the spring snow on the foothills of the Orcs could still freeze people and animals to death.Only the thick-haired orcs can withstand this severe cold, but they are not willing to return from the plains west of the foothills until the weather has completely warmed up.

"Esthers!"

Alvette the Spirit raised his voice and addressed the figure in front of him.

"This blizzard is weird, how long have we been stuck here?"

"No matter how weird the snowstorm is, who is manipulating it behind the scenes." The silver-haired elf insisted, "As long as we move forward, we can break through this snowstorm."

"Esthers!"

The blizzard was so severe that even the faces of his companions who were close at hand could not be seen clearly. Alwitt could not leave the Crown Prince alone, so he could only follow closely with another companion.Then the elves soon discovered that the wind and snow began to get smaller.

"Did the blizzard stop?" Alwitt asked.

"No." Estes looked serious, "Someone is manipulating the snowstorm, and the snowstorm around us is controlled by the other party."

"Manipulating the wind and snow?" Alwitt was surprised, "Isn't that..."

Before he could speak, the three elves had already seen the instigator of the blizzard and the man who was fighting them.

On the mountainside a hundred meters ahead, several knights were chasing a tall man, and the manipulators of the wind and snow were these knights holding long swords.They called the wind into their swords and the snow into their blades, attacking the tall figure in front of them who was barely able to compete with them.Anyone can see that the eldest brother is exhausted, and he won't last long.Just when another wind knife and snow blade was about to cut through the neck of this big brother, he let out a low cry and pushed himself hard to the ground, and then a huge vine burst out of the ground in response to his call, it seemed to be exhausting itself All the vitality grows rapidly and crazily, blocking all attacks on the tall man.

However, the boost from the giant vines was only temporary, and soon another knight from the other side stepped forward, and the knight in the red cloak muttered something, and the long sword gathered flames, and then the flames covered the vines, burning every one of them. branches.Even though the human ear cannot hear the cry of the plant, it seems to be able to hear the painful cry of the giant vine at this time.

"stop!"

At this moment, a long arrow struck through the air, with the power to break through the wind and snow, and landed firmly at the feet of the most current knight.Just get closer and you can slit his throat!

"Put down the long swords in your hands, believers of Waterland and Hephas!"

Seeing several figures jumping out of the wind and snow and lightly landing on the mountain path, the knight in front recognized their identities and said, "This is not your business, elf."

"You are killing a druid." Alwitt said, "To harm our compatriots is to harm ourselves, knights, I'm afraid you will have a few more enemies."

"I don't know when Druid became enmity with the gods of water and fire." Estes was the last to arrive, his blue eyes staring at him coldly, "or is it because of your personal enmity and desires. "

The paladins on the opposite side were suddenly angered.

"All for Hephas/Waterland!"

"Elf, I advise you one last time, stand down, otherwise I will attack you together."

"These guys are crazy." Alwitt whispered, "Or this druid took something very important from them."

"I never steal other people's things, I only get them by my own ability." The druid obviously heard the whispers of the elves, his voice was unexpectedly deep and rough, "Thank you for your kindness, but I If you don't want to hurt innocent people, please leave."

Estes gave him an annoyed look, the young crown prince has never been so well-meaning from time to time, does this Druid think he can save everyone?

"I think saving you is my business, not your turn."

Druid obviously had no choice but to sigh for the arrogant crown prince.

"Well, I hope you can protect yourselves."

As he spoke, he took another breath and slapped the ground hard.This time, no vines emerged from the ground, but it seemed that all the plant roots hidden deep in the ground were about to move, and the already very steep hillside began to shake.

The elves immediately understood what he wanted to do. While shooting arrows at the knights not far away to prevent them from catching up, they were looking for a reliable foothold on the gradually falling apart mountain to prevent them from accidentally falling.

The vibration of the hillside became more and more violent, and the snow collapsed and slid down the deep cliff, but the area where the elves and druids settled was exceptionally stable, and gradually increased with the vibration, until they could no longer see those who were chasing after them. The silhouettes of the knights of the house.

The elves breathed a sigh of relief and jumped down from the mutated land.

Estes looked at the Druid and said, "It seems that we are doing too much, even without us, you can get away safely."

"No, without you, I would never have the chance to use this move." Druid thanked, then he bent down again, touching the ground with both hands.Estes knew that he was repairing those overused plants, so he didn't bother him, but walked aside.But the elves did not expect that those annoying paladins did not give up, and they were preparing for the final blow.

When the flame struck through the abyss, Estes had no time to dodge!

"careful!"

However, the druid beside him saw this scene in time, and pushed him away forcefully, taking the blow himself instead of him.The flame with divine power was extraordinary, and the druid howled in pain, as if his soul was being roasted.

"Are you okay!" Estes stepped forward worriedly, trying to read the elf's spell to extinguish the fire for the other party.At this time, the druid's windbreaker that was burned by the fire was also blown away by the cold wind, revealing his ugly and terrifying true face.

The elf crown prince paused, then shouted angrily in disbelief: "Orc!"