wizard

Putting down the No.12 copper plate, He Ning rubbed his face vigorously.

There are thousands of copper plates and sheepskin scrolls in the secret room, maybe more, it is impossible to read them all in a short time.

Just the content recorded on the 12 yuan copper plate is enough to make him horrified.

The Great Witch has existed since the beginning of the establishment of the Aranian Empire.

The emperor governs a vast territory, and the great witch blesses the people within the territory.The temple of the City of Witches is the holy land of the Alan Empire, and every great witch of the Alan Empire came from here.

No name, no past, no relatives, the moment they opened their eyes in the dark, they had only one identity, witch.

The history of the City of Witches is longer than that of the Lan Empire. No one knows when this ancient city was built, how it prospered, where the earliest residents in the city came from, and why it was favored by the gods and became the birthplace of every great witch. land.

There are very few records about the city of witches in history. The only clear record is that ten years after the death of the last great witch, the city of witches mysteriously disappeared in the depths of the desert.

The prosperous scene is gone, and the yellow sand and hot wind have replaced the verdant plants and clear springs.The passing caravans could no longer find the oasis, the number of herbivores dropped sharply, and the number of carnivores such as desert wolves became less and less.

The conspiracy to usurp power hangs over the empire, the ambition is finally ignited, and the flames of war sweep across the entire empire.

According to the records on the copper plate, the last great witch of Alan was the most powerful and the shortest-lived among the previous great witches.At only 24 years old, he returned to the embrace of the gods.

Not a death, but a murder.

To poison, to stab.

The method was despicable, and what made people even more angry was that the royal family of the empire at that time was also involved.

The great witch's ability was so powerful that they feared them. In the name of kingship, they joined hands with the witches who served the great witch and committed unforgivable crimes.

The great witch died, but the conspirators failed to get everything they wanted. What awaited them was a raised butcher knife and torture.

The king of the Alan Empire, the last Alan the Great, changed his personality overnight, becoming cold and bloodthirsty.

He Ning picked up the No.13 copper plate, which clearly recorded the emperor's atrocities.

He once slaughtered 10,000+ people in one day, and every day, tribes were exterminated under the cruel orders of the emperor.The waiter in the palace was worried all day long, for fear that the knife would fall on his neck the next moment.

There is no great witch in the empire, but the temple of the city of witches has no successors.Some of the witches who followed the great witch showed amazing witch power, while the other part lost their trace in the depths of the desert.The former claimed to be blessed by the gods and walked into the temple of Otiramus, but the latter was slandered and became the shameful murderer who united with the usurper to poison the great witch.

The truth is no longer important, and the killing of the emperor seems to be endless.Like a dragon that has broken free from its chains, with sharp fangs and claws, it finally enjoys the bloody fun.

crazy?

He Ning always felt that there was something wrong with it, and it might be possible that his temperament changed drastically overnight.But he vaguely felt that this was the nature of the King of Alan.

He put down the copper plate and pinched his stiff neck. He Ning didn't know why he had such a guess, but he was more willing to trust his intuition than the reasons given on the copper plate.

Whimsical?

perhaps.

He stood up and moved his hands and feet. He couldn't count the time in the secret room. He could only deduce from the growling of his stomach that he should have stayed in the secret room for a long time.

The copper plates that have been read are neatly stacked in the corner. There are so many copper plates and sheepskin scrolls, it is really a long way to go to read them all.

However, from beginning to end, He Ning never thought of giving up halfway.There is a voice in the dark telling him that he must finish reading, and only by printing all these in his mind can he get all the answers.

The three skeletons lying on the ground were carefully placed by the wall by He Ning, and when they returned to the ground, he wanted to choose a place to bury them properly.

Lonely and dusty in the ground for a hundred years, bearing unwarranted charges, just to guard the oath and loyalty, they are the real brave.The woman who disappeared into dust on the stone platform, but He Ning can do nothing but pray that the flowing water will send them to their final destination.

After walking out of the secret room, He Ning took out a small broken toe bone from the huge skeleton, and tied it to his wrist with animal tendons tied with sheepskin rolls.

"Arnie."

The memory in his mind became clearer, and everything in chaos began to become orderly. He knew the name of the skeleton and guessed where his memory came from.

inherited.

Inheritance of the Great Witch.

Each generation of great witches will inherit all the memories of their predecessors. This is the secret of the city of witches, and it also makes the great witches appear even more mysterious.

But why is it me?

He Ning adjusted the length of the animal tendons, could it be related to the He family's ancestral property?

God knows.

If I had known today, I should have carefully read the notes of the ancestors in the ancestral house, maybe I could find out the connection.

Miraculous things like crossing will happen, what else is impossible?As long as you don't suddenly become another person, no matter how much you think about it, you are asking for trouble.The animal tendons are fixed, and the white phalanx sticks to the inside of the wrist, not obtrusive at all.

Things have developed to the present, and they can only take one step at a time.

Even if you don't want to, it's impossible to tear your head away and throw out things that don't belong to you.

Walking down the dark river, He Ning planned to catch a few fish and bring them to the green lizard, and save the remaining parchments and copper plates for later reading.There are only him and the animals in the deserted city, and any intruders will be chased away immediately. Here, there is no problem with safety, and there is enough time, so there is no need to rush.

However, this cognition will be broken soon, and He still doesn't know anything about it.

Not long after He Ning left, a dusty copper plate suddenly fell to the ground from a height, making a dull sound.Due to the long history, part of the handwriting on the copper plate became blurred, only one line was exceptionally clear, the big witch is the bondage of the royal family, and it is also a sacrifice.

The process of catching the fish went smoothly. After climbing up to the ground, the green lizard was squatting on the side, watching eagerly.

"Look, buddy keeps his word."

He Ning threw a forearm-long fish to the green lizard. The green lizard opened its mouth wide, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it whole.

The animal tendons that bound the sheepskin rolls were quite strong and durable, except for the one on the wrist, He Ning collected a lot of them, which happened to be used to skewer fish.In addition, he also found a piece of cloth in the secret room, which was dirty but not decayed. He was also brought up together, washed and dried, and wrapped around his body. At least he didn't need to be shirtless.

Walking out of the temple, he found that the mammoth and the land beast were waiting outside. After thinking about it for a few seconds, he simply distributed all the fish in his hand.Even if you are not full, you can have a fresh taste.

Watching the mammoth roll the fish into its mouth with its nose, He Ning looks at the sky at a 45-degree angle, and it is not unusual for an elephant to eat fish.

No wonder!

Looking at the five land beasts, they all opened their mouths in exactly the same way.

Sit in a row and eat fruit?

Well, he admits, he's been in the ground for too long, and his brain is twitching.

After dividing the fish, He Ning took the cloth brought out from the secret room to the river to wash it. There was no saponin, so he had to rub it with his hands.At first I didn't dare to use force, worried that it would be rubbed, but I found that the cloth was very strong and felt like cotton cloth, but it had the luster of silk after washing.

Wring out the water vigorously, shake it off, and look around, but I can't find a place to dry it, so I can only hang it on my back. In such a big sun, it will dry quickly.

The feeling of the fabric upper body is very strange, as if it belonged to him in the first place.The left ear started to heat up again, and the cloth on He Ning's body, like gold and silver threads running on it, faintly revealed the pattern of shamanism.

A gust of hot wind suddenly blew up in the deserted city, and the wind carried sand and dust, whistling in bursts.

The fiery red sunset slowly sank into the horizon, reflecting a gorgeous sunset glow.

He Ning jumped to a high place and looked at the sunset. His slender back, jet-black hair, and black cloth looked like spread wings.

Closing his eyes, the feeling guided him, and the murmured blessings flowed deep in the desert.

The ancient City of Witches, a sacred place that has been silent for hundreds of years, with gurgling water and thick greenery, animals lowered their heads, and birds stopped singing. At this moment, it was as quiet as a cloud.

Come back, he's back.

In the sky, layers of dark clouds suddenly gathered, and red and golden sparks rubbed against the dark clouds.Three water dragons galloped up from Banyue Lake, and the desert, which had been dry for hundreds of years, was finally about to welcome a rain.

On the battlefield between the barbarians and the Vithians, blood and screams filled the sky and the earth, and the sudden explosion of thunder stunned everyone.

The dragon eagle spread its wings and sang loudly. With joy, Siculus wiped off the blood on his face with the back of his hand, and looked at the black clouds floating in the distance.

The mammoth raised its proboscis, the roars of the land beasts rang out, and the camels vigorously shook their necks. The animals faithfully expressed their joy for the coming rain.

Kony stood on the back of a mammoth, with a black spear standing upright, and his black hair flying in the wind, proud and resolute like a lion.

Cangyan's priest raised his head, knelt on the ground, raised his upper arms, and screamed with his life, "Great witch! Great witch!"

The sound spread across the desert, the thunder roared, the lightning tore through the sky, and the torrential rain poured down.

It's raining, it's raining!

The blood on the battlefield was washed away by the rain, and the residents of the desert rushed into the rain in ecstasy.

The blessing of the gods, raining down the rain of life.

In Pulan City, Modi stood on the terrace of the City Lord's Mansion, his blond hair was dancing wildly in the wind, and the golden scepter in his hand was buzzing.

Find him, must find him!

He belongs to him!

In the name of the direct bloodline of Emperor Alan the Great!

Looking up, the rain wet the white robe, and the blue eyes turned into red gold again.

Temple of Otiramus

Amidst the thunder, the big witch who had been in a coma for many days suddenly opened his eyes, and his cheeks, which had just plumped up a little, dried up rapidly again.

It was as if the old bark, the power in her body, which did not belong to her, was passing away bit by bit. Even if she seized the witch power from the witches, she could not continue her fire of life.

"Kill him, definitely kill him!"

The old woman sat up with difficulty, took out an ancient parchment scroll from under her pillow, and held it tightly.This is the note left by the first generation Otiramus witch, which will guide the successor to gain more powerful power.

A wizard, a sacrifice, a monster!

They are only worthy of being containers for witches to gain power!

A withered hand caressed her cheek, as long as she killed him, she would get everything again!

The inhuman laughter was annihilated by thunder and lightning, and the eastern desert of the Alan continent ushered in the first heavy rain in a century.