The First Law God Black History Handbook

The carriage carrying the four of Thrander moved forward without stopping.

A day's journey brought them to a small town called Fronya.

The town looks peaceful and beautiful, but it is actually dead.

Obviously, it has been attacked by dark forces.Judging from the occasional bloodstains on the town's roads and empty streets, their losses were heavy.

Thurander asked Carl to ask about the recent weird events. Pique sat in the driving seat and looked up curiously.

"Master Fashen, I heard that you have omnipotent magic, why do we have to drive in a carriage?" Pique seemed to be full of curiosity about everything.

"We are following in the footsteps of darkness." Thrander answered him.

"Dark footsteps?" The young man exclaimed, feeling unbelievable, "So we are following the darkness all the way?"

Forgive him for not seeing anything - as an ordinary person, he cannot feel the darkness hidden under the light.

Legston and Thrander were also sitting in the carriage.

"You said earlier that Principal Dean concealed your dark real purpose of coming here, so let me ask, what kind of purpose is that?" Of course Legston was unwilling to let go of the opportunity to chat with Thrander .But what he didn't expect was that his words turned Thrander's kind eyes into a sharp sword of ice.

Thrander closed his eyes and used actions to express his refusal to answer.

Legston was suddenly depressed.

Pique giggled.

When Carl, who went to inquire about things, came back, he met Legston's wet and pitiful eyes like an abandoned animal.He shuddered and scolded him: "Take back your scary eyes! Otherwise, I don't mind throwing you out of the carriage again!"

Yes, Legston has been thrown out of the carriage countless times in one day.

If it wasn't for his strong strength that allowed him to go back and forth continuously, I think Karl would never agree to such a person who harbors ill will against the Fashen to sit beside the Fashen.

Although he doesn't agree now.

"What's in your hand?" Thrander asked Karl, ignoring the dispute between the two.

Carl put down his hostility towards Legston after hearing this, and stepped forward to unfold the things in his hand.

It was a jasmine bud that had not yet fully bloomed. Its petals were dark brown, and the moisture in the petals had been completely evaporated. The originally beautiful bud had become an ugly, dry, dark yellow mass.

Thrander stretched out his fingers and slowly touched the once beautiful flower bone.

"My lord." Carl was a little worried.

"Don't worry." Thurander withdrew his fingers, grasping a faint trace of dark power into his palm, "Where is the owner of this flower?"

"It's in the thatched shed not far ahead." Karl turned sideways and pointed at the simple thatched shed directly in front of him.

Peak followed behind with the carriage, and Thrander led Carl and Legston to the hayloft.

It was a girl of twelve or thirteen years old, her face and body were covered with dried dirty blood, and her big eyes were full of fear.In her thatched shed, there are dead jasmine branches and buds everywhere.

Thrander secretly frowned.After a long pause, he walked into the grass shed and squatted in front of the girl.

"Don't be afraid." He comforted the girl, trying to reach out and hug her.

The girl was so frightened that she wanted to scream, but the moment Thrander's fingers touched her, her scream caught in her throat.

This is the power of light!Wrapping her like warm spring water, her nerves that had been on the verge of collapsing for a week gradually eased and became full of strength again.

"God..." She muttered a word, tears streaming down from her big eyes.

Thrander hugged her into his arms, hesitated for a moment, and then began to sing a song slowly.

The vocabulary of the ballad is jerky and difficult to understand, and the tune is simple and long.Even if Legston could not understand its meaning, he could not deny its power and beauty.

The whole town was bathed in deep and melodious singing, which was a voice that even humans and gods could not avoid.

"It is like the sea, tolerant and magnificent.

It is like thunder and lightning, powerful and just.

It is like a flower, bright and beautiful.

It exists in every corner of the world, life is immortal, it will last forever.

We chase, we desire, we yearn for.

Even if you can't feel the warmth and lose the power of perception;

Even if not redeemed, lose the power to embrace;

Even if the will dies and the power to distinguish is lost;

We still yearn.

Longing for warmth, longing for redemption, chasing light—"

The singing voice with the power of light turned into little halos and dissipated in the air like sunlight. People in the small town came out of the dark and damp huts, looked up at the halos in the sky, smelled the rich fragrance of jasmine, Praise the god of light.

"All will return to the embrace of the light—"

When the last line of the song was finished, Thrander slowly let go of the little girl and wiped away the tears on her face.

Carl took a step forward, squatting halfway in front of the child like a Fashen, and gave her a clean handkerchief, sweet bread, and clean water.

While eating, the child kept tugging on Thrander's sleeve with one hand, as if he was afraid that this god-like mage would suddenly disappear.

Legston leaned forward and whispered to her, "You can relax. We've driven the darkness away. You're safe."

Karl glanced at him. "My lords drove the darkness away. Not you, Mr. Aruman."

Mr. Aruman of Karl shouted very funny, with a completely weird accent, even a three-year-old child could hear the sarcasm and jokes in it.

But Mr. Aruman didn't care at all, he just smiled and said: "Yes, Mr. Karl. It is the beautiful, powerful, noble and elegant Dharma God who drove away the darkness and brought light. This is right. It is the same as You and I have nothing to do with each other."

Carl stared: "Everything about me belongs to the lord. I follow him and admire him. I am willing to give everything for him!"

The implication is that everything about Lord Fashen has nothing to do with me!

Legston didn't buy it at all, "But Lord Fashen doesn't belong to you."

"Of course Lord Dharma God does not belong to me! He does not belong to anyone. He is the great, unique, number one Dharma God who is more noble and perfect than gods!"

"Oh, your Master Dharma God is gone—" Legston pointed at Thrander who got up and left, grinning in a very unbeatable smile.

Carl hurriedly got up and followed, forgetting to tell the little girl.

Sensing Carl's negligence, Thrander immediately turned around, and softly told the innocent and dazed little girl, "Don't leave the town without the protection of the power of light."

The little girl nodded blankly.

Karl looked ashamed: "I'm sorry, my lord Dharma God, please punish me."

As the butler of the Fashen, he neglected to let the Fashen take care of the aftermath himself. This is his dereliction of duty; knowing that the Fashen does not like noise and dislikes disputes, he still foolishly quarreled with that bastard Aruman, It made him very ashamed.

Thrander shook his head: "The darkness is constantly devouring people, we need to hurry."

The four of them started on the road again, and Legston was so curious that his whole heart was up and down.

"I seem to have heard that song before." He said seriously and focused, "You must have sung this song elsewhere, right? Your Excellency Fashen."

Thrander closed his eyes and frowned slightly.He didn't want the children of Aruman's family to get involved with him too much, but this time the dark power was raging, and he needed a trusted companion.

Karl is inseparable from him, whether gods or demons, they all know Karl's existence.So he can't.

Dean is old.

Nader is also old.

Yisili has great strength and a strong body, but she will not intervene in the war between light and darkness.

Besides these people, he originally had many companions, if not for...

Thrander suddenly opened his eyes, a dark light flashed in his eyes, and then disappeared without a trace.

"What kind of answer do you want me to give?" Thrander looked at him with a cold voice.

"Of course..." Legston suddenly got stuck.

He found that he really didn't need to ask such a question.Because no matter what the answer is, it will not affect his enthusiasm and admiration for Thrander, and it will not make Thrander look at him with admiration.

On the contrary, because of his questioning, Thrander might feel disgusted with him.

"Cough." Legston coughed lightly, and winked at Carl next to him, "Your Excellency, I actually want to ask you more about the source of this ballad, you know, under such a dark and raging sky , with the blessing of the songs you have sung, we will feel much more at ease."

Carl rolled Legston's eyes back.

Thurander answered, "The Song of Bey Slender on page 297 of the Fifth Revised Edition of The Third Book of Magical Chronicles."

Legston choked at the words.

Not to mention memorizing an obscure and difficult book like "Chronicle of Magic", he would feel dizzy, upset and chest tight even after reading it.

Thrander didn't seem to notice Legston's heartache and shock, so he closed his eyes and went back into meditation.

There was a moment of silence in the carriage.

The three major empires in the Western Fantasy Continent are the Ketrondo Empire in the east, the Numan Empire in the west, and the Hebaan Empire in the Central Plains.Thurland's traveling route this time is to go west from the magic sanctuary at the junction of the Ketrondo Empire and the Numan Empire, and enter the territory of the Numan Empire.

That night, they camped near the border.

Considering that Pique was just an ordinary child, Thrander did not arrange a vigil for him at dinner.

Gradually, the night became dark and people were quiet.

Thrander sat by the fire, recording the places where dark creatures might attack on the map, while stirring the oil-stained game on the fire.

This is the game that Legston laid down.Thrander originally didn't want to help him with anything, but this guy ran away without a trace after setting the wild game on the fire.

The aroma of wild game became more and more intense. Thrander looked up, then lowered his head again.

Legston sprinted back from the distance.

Seven or eight figures followed behind him.Those people were disheveled and embarrassed, and they seemed to have gone through a fierce battle.

Thrander finally put down the map in his hand, his eyes were cold.

"Mr. Aruman, who allowed you to add more people to my team without authorization?"