Reborn Yanqin

It was still a vast land, and the familiar scenery returned to the eyes again, but this time there were no orcs approaching the city, and there were no blood elves with contemptuous eyes.

I don't look at things from a human point of view, and my current vision is more like God overlooking this wilderness.He remembered that this familiar city was exactly the city of Ain, a steel fortress at the junction of the three major plates: the wilderness, the black plain, and Kuma.For the fantasy world, this city not only means blood and sacrifice, but also has another great significance-the city where the Holy Light King rode Sacred spent his entire life guarding.

But now there is no one in the city, and it is desolate. Only the scorched black everywhere proves that many battles have taken place here, and occasionally a bird or two flew past with mournful cries.

Suddenly, a knight in golden armor rushed out from the city, his expression was still hidden in the shadow under the helmet, blurred.The mount wearing battle armor under its crotch snorted impatiently, breathing hot air, as if urging its master.

I don't know why, even though I just watched from a distance, I can still feel the grief on the Golden Armored Knight's face.After a long time, the knight got off his horse, fell to his knees, put his hands on the blood-soaked land and cried loudly.

It wasn't until he was hoarse that he drew a strange pattern on the ground with his trembling fingers. It was not so much a magic circle, but rather some kind of ancient text.Those crooked words finally merged into a huge rune. The moment the rune was completed, a huge pain invaded Jing Yan's mind, and inexplicable sadness also rushed up, as if he really wanted to speak loudly. Shout out, stop this.

But he couldn't do anything, until the rune emitted a blinding light, he was still watching all this from an aerial perspective, unable to move at all.A hymn gradually came out of the light. Although he had never heard it before, Jing Yan firmly believed that it was the language of God, and it was a hymn sung by the little elves in the resting place for the great soul.

Jing Yan understood what it was, a sacrificial spell, in exchange for something at the cost of the soul.The scalding liquid slid down from his face, Jing Yan reached out and touched his cheek, there was no warning for the tears this time, and it was not his own emotions that caused the tears, as if, his consciousness It is the same as being in another person's body, and it is another person who is crying.

The figure of the knight was gradually annihilated in the light, leaving nothing behind.

What is he going to exchange his soul for?Jing Yan couldn't get an answer.

"Master Head!" Jing Yan was startled suddenly by the cold touch coming from his face, and opened his eyes.

The cold thing is the hilt of the long sword at his waist, and the person holding the sword is not the sword or who?

"I said you are too idle, right? You fell asleep after returning from the cab, and you haven't said what happened yet."

Jing Yan looked around in a daze, except that Huajian rushed in front of him, the rest was the same as before.He retracted the sword to his waist, and asked slowly: "How long have I... slept?"

"For a long time, you sat on the seat without saying a word when you came back from the cab. We thought you were in a bad mood and didn't mess with you, but when we stood up, we found that you were actually asleep." Huajian was very detailed. described the passage.

He glanced blankly at Bailiyi, who nodded to show that the description was true. Jing Yan covered his forehead thoughtfully, but was pulled down by Huajian: "Okay, okay, we have to think and wait." Later, we're here."

Jing Yan looked down, and sure enough, he had arrived at the kingdom of dwarves—Pella.The architecture of the dwarves is very interesting. These little guys who like to mine usually build their houses in the mine pits. Over time, another architectural civilization has been formed.The brains of this creature, which is said to be created from stone, don't have so many twists and turns, and they are much more popular than the same dwarf goblins.They are also good at smelting and forging, and every warrior is proud to have a high-quality weapon from the hands of dwarves.

"Are we going down to the mine?" Yaoyao said with hesitation.

Probably because Jing Yan had impressed the goblin too deeply before, a group of people were so dawdling, and the driving goblin didn't come to remind him.Jing Yan felt Yaoyao who was sitting on the right tighten her leather armor, and then remembered that this little girl is afraid of the dark. There was a dungeon called "Trial of Courage" in Glory before, and the whole process was in the dark. He refused to go down to death.

"It doesn't matter. There is plenty of light in the mine, which is different from what you imagined. Dwarves don't like mining in the dark." Jing Yan patted her head habitually, walked to the door and slid down the soft ladder down.

Feng Yu Xiguan's pupils shrank slightly, and he jumped down the second with a solemn expression, and followed Jing Yan into the mine along the road.

As Jing Yan said, the mine pit is brightly lit, and the light is a special mineral called light stone. Although this mineral is relatively rare outside, and the price is above the middle, but in Pella, this This kind of thing can only be said to be everywhere.

"Wow, it's so beautiful!" Under the sufficient light, Yaoyao of course lost her fear, but looked at the surrounding buildings. Those buildings were built according to the inner wall of the mine, and sometimes the shape of the connection was very special, but they were not will fall down.

"This dwarf can move, and his location will be different every time we come to him, so we have to look for it separately. When we see an npc, we must first express that we have no malicious intentions, and then ask for news about a dwarf named Charlo." Jing Yan clapped his hands and announced.

The crowd dispersed immediately and began to ask for news everywhere, leaving Jing Yan thinking about that strange dream.

There is no doubt that today's dream is connected with the previous dream, and the golden armor knight who sacrificed his soul is probably the Holy Light King riding Sacred.So when he dreamed for the first time, whose perspective was he in?

Jing Yan has never heard of anyone who can come out alive after jumping into the death crack, in other words, that person must be dead.Those who can compete with Sacred's peers are of course demigod-level powerhouses. Among them, there are two people whose cause of death is unknown, and the others have clear records.Those two people were Spirit Master Luni and Death Storm Kalamuti. If he didn't have a staff, he was Death Storm who was a thief.

Did Kalamuti jump into the death rift to die?Why did he jump in?

Jing Yan suddenly came back to his senses, patted himself on the forehead, and secretly cursed himself that he really took that as history, but it was just a figment of his imagination in a dream.Maybe it was because she was too worried about the death of Luni and Kalamuti that she had such a strange dream...

"Boss." Feng Yu Xiguan's calm voice came from behind, and Jing Yan subconsciously turned around to receive the anger in the opponent's eyes.

Jing Yan was stunned and was speechless for a long time. If he said that the old boss was a temptation and he could bear it, then this time, the tone was exactly the same as before.

Fengyu Xiguan was the first group of people who followed him. At that time, he met this later right-hand man in Xinshou Village. At that time, the two of them should still be regarded as opponents in a time-limited mission.But after the task was over, Fengyu Xiguan said that he was a person worth following, and then, logically, the two became a fixed combination. Until the establishment of the guild, Fengyu Xiguan has always been the vice president.

"I……"

"If you're not familiar with people, you won't know that Yaoyao is afraid of the dark?" Feng Yuxiguan's tone was still calm, but the anger in his eyes made Jing Yan shrink back subconsciously. Who would be so kind to Yi Dynasty unconditionally?"

"Do you know what the Wing Dynasty looks like now? You built it all by yourself. You are fighting for player points bit by bit to make the Yi Dynasty's ranking rise. You have also fought against the barbaric blood for several months. , just to fight for a piece of territory for the Yi Dynasty to settle down. And now you are so comfortable in the 'fantasy' but don't want to come back?"

It's not that I don't want to come back, it's that I dare not.

"Why didn't you tell us your identity in the foggy forest? Why didn't you tell us in the special copy? You think it's great for you to help us quietly by hiding in the dark? Do you know what we want!"

Feng Yu Xiguan grabbed him by the collar: "It's not a powerful helper, but the axis of wings, the axis of wings that established the Yi Dynasty."

"Are you sure they still need the Axis of Wings?" Jing Yan smiled wryly, "After I left the guild on the eve of the national war, they would still want it? I think they rushed to kill this one the moment they saw me." Are you a traitor?"

A trace of disbelief flashed in Yuyu Xiguan's eyes: "Don't tell me that you didn't come back because of this. The Jing Yan I know is not that kind of person."

"He won't be afraid to face his mistakes. Even if there are many people in the guild who hate him, he will come back and apologize to those who are still willing to follow him... right?"

Jing Yan sniffed, but did not answer.

"I always thought that you have important things to do, or you haven't calmed down and are not ready to face it, so you won't come back."

Jing Yan took a deep breath: "Fengyu, it's not that I don't want to come back now, I can't, there is one important thing, I can't come back until I finish it, otherwise I will be in danger. Please, continue to lead Yi Dynasty during this time Hang on, I promise, I'll be back, just not now."

"What's the danger? Is there something wrong with you in reality?" Feng Yuxiguan's breathing became disordered, "Why didn't you tell me when I called you last time? What is it about? Can I help?"

Jing Yan raised his hands and surrendered: "Brother...you ask so many questions at once and I can't answer them...Listen, this matter has nothing to do with you, I can solve it by myself, it just takes a little longer .If it is useful to get you, I will contact you."

The last sentence is purely sweet. After all, Fengyu Xiguan is just an associate professor at a university in reality. How much influence can he have?But to get revenge on Zhan Yiquan, or at least make him dare not touch his real self, what is most needed is power.

"You have to give me an exact time, right?"

"...after level 50."

Feng Yuxiguan's eyes widened: "In reality, do you measure the progress of the game?"

"That's right." Jing Yan licked his dry lower lip, "This matter is inseparable from the game..."

At level 45, after the war begins, some wonderful things will happen...