crown of stars

The deformed and sarcomatous head writhed wildly on the ground, countless granulation sprouted from the fracture, dancing and entangled in mid-air, trying to reassemble into a complete body.Messiah pushed the grinning flesh ball away with the tip of the knife, and was bitten on the blade, and the sharp teeth opening and closing made a toothache sound.The headless body of the leader of the frost giants fell in the snow, and the blood gurgling out was not a normal dark red, but more like a paint with sewage, exuding a rotten stench.

Messiah used force in his hands, and threw the lifeless sarcoma to the ground.After the final struggle, the deformed ball gradually died, the sprawling granulation became pale and sluggish, the sticky skin wrinkled and shrank, and finally turned into a pool of yellow-green pus.

He summoned a flame to evaporate the pool of water.Maybe it's an illusion, the deformed head of the leader of the frost giant doesn't have much power, but whether it's in a sarcoid state or turned into pus, the vitality contained in it is strong and strange, making him always think of another self deep in his consciousness.

All of the same sublime and twisted nature.

The two white dragons were lying side by side on the snow, their appearance intact except for some blood dripping from their eyes.The sharp claws of the giant eagle pierced through the eye sockets, stirring up the contents inside, and the two young dragons also followed in the footsteps of the leader of the frost giants after twitching and howling in vain.Both the Messiah and the Eagle leap down from the mountaintop at the same time to join the simmering battle in the valley below.

The frost giant tribe that lost its leader began to retreat as soon as the two joined. The winter wolves that had suffered heavy losses also fled towards the exit amidst the howling of the chief wolf.

On the messy battlefield, the tall silver-haired youth suddenly walked straight to a place, blowing away the floating snow covering the ice.An invisible black shadow froze on the ice under their feet, and both the halfling and the priest could only see a long strip of shadow.The dwarf Turin, who has been digging and working in the mine all year round, looked down at Messiah's gaze, and could only see a silver-blue spear and something almost rattan entangled with each other.

The spear is much longer than a person's height, on which are drawn star maps and scenes of the four seasons, gold and silver threads are intertwined, and countless precious stones are embedded on it with indescribable skills, even in the deep Darkness is also shining with light.Another vine entangled it layer by layer, and shadows appeared on the dry skin. Under the solid ice, the twisted murmur still echoed in the ears.A crown lost its luster in the ice.

"What is this?" Turin asked in horror. He saw shadows emerging from the vines, forming countless loving female faces.A sense of unfounded fear seized the dwarf, and he tried to run, but could not even look away.Just looking at it, my whole body began to move around, as if something was about to break through the ground.

Gavin the giant eagle stretched out its claws, hooked the iron armor and dragged him away.

"That's the remnant of an evil thing." The giant eagle said seriously, with a deep and reliable voice, "Don't look directly at it, and don't think about it in your heart, stay away from here, and go back to the temple. The owner of this artifact will infuse the will of the dying Over there, suppress this thing, as long as you stay away from here, you will be fine."

"That's it?"

"Yes. Leave here, and take the dead away. Negative energy will affect the effectiveness of the artifact." Giant Eagle explained.

The priest watched the giant eagle curiously.The giant eagle is similar to the companions summoned by the priests, but with obvious differences, it is more like a mortal creature.The giant eagle's black eyes are full of wisdom, as calm as a lake, with faint golden brilliance flowing on its wings.

"I remember." The halfling couldn't see the artifact buried under the ice, but he was able to retrieve useful information from his memory, "Do you remember two years ago? When I ran here, I was attacked by a dragon .Before I was attacked by that dragon, I originally wanted to come here to look at the remains of the last battle in the Year of Calamity."

"So this is the battlefield?" The priest looked under the ice in disbelief.

The glory of the past was buried under her feet, and there was even an artifact, all of which gave her an extremely strong sense of unreality.The valley bottom that was too smooth and wide was not formed naturally, but was flattened by the aftermath of the battle, and finally formed what I saw.Halfling Sam's wish came true two years later in an unexpected way.

"Get out of here quickly." The giant eagle urged, "Go to the Temple of the God of Death to pray later, let his power eliminate the influence of evil things. Let's go, let it stay here, and seal this thing."

Everyone reluctantly left one by one, and the artifact carrying the laments of the past was still sleeping quietly under the ice, waiting for the day when the evil would be eradicated and it would be seen again.

The half-elf rang the bell in front of the gate, and the copper tongue struck the metal, making a crisp sound.

The dark and heavy door opened and closed, and Nigel stepped into the Mages Association a little nervously, his face reddened by the flickering fire.This is the first time he has come to the branch of the Mage Association in Eichburg. He studied under the mentor Hongpao Ansair before, and he has come into contact with very few mages, but the mages gathered here have had a great impact on him. pressure.

Sitting in front of the counter was a female mage with gray hair and glasses, and there were deep marks on the corners of her eyes.Nigel took out the letter, took it in his hand, and walked towards her.

"I am the messenger of the red-robed Ansair, may I ask if Your Excellency the Eye of Prophecy is there?"

The female mage pushed her glasses and inspected the pattern on the envelope.Each mage has his own unique sigil, and uses various methods to make the sigil difficult to forge.Obviously, the letter that the young man on the opposite side took out was genuine.

"His Excellency the Eye of Prophecy is not here now." The female mage said, looking enviously at this young man who had stepped into the gate of magic at a young age and achieved good results, "I am afraid you are not in his mage tower either. You Look here, maybe you can see him in some tavern."

The old mage who has become friends with the half-elf is considered an outlier in the association, mixing with the crowd all year round, instead of choosing to spend his life alone and freely on the tower.Some people speculate that Kerwin's personality is the reason why the goddess of fate favors him.

The half-elf stepped out of the range of this towering tower on the crunching thin ice, and whispered a spell.The metal pointer turned in mid-air, pointing to a certain place in the town.

The mage the half-elf sought was sitting by a warm fire with a lyre in his arms.The thick soup in the pot was bubbling, and the aroma made everyone twitch their noses and take a deep breath. The gentle music flowed in the crowd, like the afternoon sun.

"Someone is looking for you." A silent message was projected into the heart of the old mage.

"It's okay." The mage replied cheerfully, without putting down the instrument in his hand, "No one will mess around here."

The person who reminded him disappeared, and the old mage was able to continue his chanting.

When Nigel walked into the tavern named "Song of the Sea", the old mage was singing poems to a group of audience, and the raven who was always by his side disappeared.The mage's voice is gentle and powerful, but it also contains extremely rich emotions, telling the glory and sorrow of the calamity era.The poem was very long, and it was far from the end. The half-elf sat down, ordered a glass of birch sap, and waited for the old mage to finish singing.A white-haired girl in the crowd glanced at him.

"Sorry to keep you waiting for so long." Kerwin finished singing, and while everyone was still thinking about it, he sat next to Nigel with his lyre in his arms.

"It's okay." Nigel took out the letter, Kerwin removed the wax on it, and unfolded the letter to read.Truly secret messages among mages don't stay on paper, so what the half-elves bring is nothing particularly secret.

"Oh, it seems that the letter I sent you last time will be scrapped." Kerwin put down the paper and pushed it to the half-elf, "My old friend thought you couldn't resist opening it on the way, who knows He miscalculated. Last time I mentioned that the Mage Association has monitored unusual movements. I’m afraid you won’t be able to leave the Mage Tower in a hurry. I’m curious, are you really with that boy Edwin in the Mage Tower? Can't get along?"

Nigel pouted.He did have some conflicts with Edwin, but most of them were provoked by the arrogant eldest son of the earl, and then he "forced" to fight back.Unexpectedly, this matter spread to the old mage.

"Ansair hopes that you can go out and practice for a while." Kerwin shook his head in disapproval. His old friend still favored Edwin more than this genius disciple they both had hoped for.I'm afraid that the loss of all his relatives in the early years was too great a blow. Ansair violated the principle that mages always value the strongest disciples, and let Nigel accept the baptism of wind and rain in advance.

The half-elf thought about it for a while, and immediately understood the cause and effect of the matter.Edwin and his uncle, the red-robed Ansair, had a big fight, even knocked over the wine glass, and somehow threatened the mentor, forcing the mentor to make concessions.The result of the incident was that he was abandoned by his mentor, and there was no longer any place for him in the mage's tower.

Nigel bit his lip, his heart burning with anger.He instinctively wanted to take revenge on the trickster eldest son of the earl, but reason quickly calmed him down, and his fingers shrouded in the burqa trembled slightly.

"This may not be a bad thing." Kerwin comforted, "At least you can now decide the color of your robe, is it a kind white robe, a neutral red robe, or an evil black robe?"

"I choose neutral, although I really want to choose the black robe." Nigel restrained his anger, but the anger still licked those smoky blue eyes from time to time.Kerwin heaved a sigh of relief, and waved to another part of the tavern. A white-haired girl came over and joined them at a table.

"I'm glad you're not impulsive. Now, I want to introduce this lady to you. Her nickname is Ariel in White, and she is very accomplished in psychic powers." Kerwin introduced the half-elf, and she was as usual Dressed in white, with crystal-like brilliance shining all over his head of white hair, he looks like a lifeless statue from a distance.

"I'm meeting you for the first time. I'm Ariel. You do have a spiritual talent, but it's not very high. You are welcome to ask me about spiritual problems." An ethereal meaning, "Since Kerwin is optimistic about your future, I would like to offer you a piece of advice. There is a new crisis brewing on the ice sheet, but the source of the crisis cannot be found, nor can it be spoken or located."

"If you want to go out to practice, go to the south."

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