wizard

After a night of heavy rain, a gorgeous sea of ​​flowers spread out in the depths of the desert in the eastern part of the Alan Continent.

The blue sky is thousands of miles away, and the scorching wind brings a hint of refreshment.

Colorful flowers cover the yellow sand, insects and birds shuttle between the flowers, and dewdrops condense on the petals, dotted in the barren desert, full of vitality, like a fairyland on earth.There are more grasses than flowers, verdant and verdant, and the withered trees also sprout new shoots.

After the rain stopped, a gorgeous rainbow spanned the sky, like a colorful bridge leading to heaven in the sky.

The temple of Otiramus issued an oracle, and the god heard the prayer of the great witch and sent rain.The priestesses of all tribes spared no effort to promote the miracle of Otiramus, followed by more tributes and expectations for the next rain.

The war between the Cangyan tribe and the Bitiya people is still going on.

The determination of the Bitiya people to guard their homeland made them fearless of life and death.The heavy rain from the sky convinced the Bithia people that the gods also blessed them for their courage.

Siculus stood on the back of the dragon eagle, his flaxen robe was stained with blood, his turban disappeared during the battle, his long brown hair was slightly messy, and there was a long and narrow wound on his cheek, which was the spear in Baikoni's hand. gifted.

For three days, the Bithia people didn't know when the battle would end, nor when they would fall to the ground. They just mechanically swung their knives again and again, killing or being killed by the enemy.

The soldiers were about to reach their limits, and the herdsmen on camels suffered even more casualties, but no one retreated, and no one escaped.

There is nowhere to run.

This is the home of the Bitiya people, the place where their ancestors took root and survived. It was captured by the barbarians, and the Bitiya people could only be reduced to slaves.

Cangyan's priest cut his own arm, blood dripped on the yellow sand, and the smell of blood permeated the air, no one would be moved again.

The tusks of the mammoth pierced through and flew several Bithian men rushing forward with knives, like the man on the back, looking coldly at the trampled life.

Fighting, bloodshed, and slaughter are the meaning of the existence of the Cangyan tribe, and even all barbarians.

"Ow!"

The roar of wild beasts echoed in the desert again, and behind the Cangyan tribe, three other western barbarians appeared.Different totems, same tough and brave warriors, the roar of wild beasts shook the earth, Kony licked the blood on the tip of the spear, a cruel smile appeared on his face, his amber eyes were almost transparent.

Perish.

The Bithia people will become history today.

The dragon eagle was flying in the air, looking at the enemies several times larger than himself, Siculus had no fear at all, a bloodthirsty fighting spirit began to burn his whole body, the brown eyes became darker, the back of his hands and cheeks were faintly covered with gray of scales.

Kony narrowed his eyes, and suddenly threw the spear in his hand at the dragon eagle hovering in the air!

The black spear, like a bolt of lightning, passed through the dragon eagle's wings.

The eagle wailed, and Cangyan's priest roared.

The injured Dragonhawk took Siculus back to the city, and the black spear returned to Kony.

Looking at the falling dragon eagle, the barbarian leader's powerful laughter resounded across the wasteland, "The blood of the royal family of Aram, the descendant of Emperor Alan? That's all!"

The royal family has fallen, and the ancient blood is no longer noble. This is the price of betraying the great witch!

"Roar!"

The Cangyan tribe left the city of Bitiya to the later allies. The mammoth raised its trunk, and the elephant's cry was accompanied by Kony's laughter. The Cangyan tribe began to advance deep into the eastern desert.

The priest sat cross-legged on the back of the ground beast, the wound on his arm was still bleeding, and the blood dripped on the black wooden staff, and red shamanic characters flowed out from the staff, guiding the way forward.

"Forward," with gray eyes, gray hair, and a hoarse voice full of piety and excitement, "Great Witch, the great Great Witch of Alan is just ahead!"

"Roar!"

The marching team has stepped on a footprint like a long river, and the history of Alan is destined to be rewritten accordingly.

In the deserted city, He Ning buried three witches who guarded their loyalty and oath to death. They lay quietly in a sea of ​​flowers. There were no tombstones, only three slightly raised mounds.In the coming year, beautiful flowers will still bloom here.

Her black hair was tied up to her waist and hung down her back.He Ning has learned how to behave, and after cutting a few times, it still grows like crazy when he wakes up, and there is even a trend of getting longer and longer, so he simply maintains the status quo.

After eating the grilled fish sprinkled with spices, He Ning returned to the temple and continued to bury his head in the copper plates and sheepskin rolls.

The copper plates and parchment scrolls contain not only the records of the empire and the great witch, but also some of the notes of the great witch, the secrets of the royal family, and the customs of various places.

Leaving aside those bloody and conspiratorial texts, there is no lack of interesting content in the rest, and He Ning read it with relish.

Hundreds of years ago, the eastern desert was the most fertile area of ​​the Aran Empire, and it was also the capital of the kings of the Alan Empire.Gemstones, gold, exquisite carpets, rich and varied fruits, and famous dancers from the empire all gathered into the most charming style of the entire continent.

The west is the territory of the barbarians, and different tribal totems represent different bloodlines.Red tattoos symbolize the bravery of warriors.They are the most powerful warriors in the empire, fighting and fighting, leaving a rich and colorful scene in the imperial celebration every year.

The caravans in the north have been famous for a long time, all kinds of spices, cloth, food that only the northern farmers can grow, and tamed livestock, they are called merchants.A large number of camels carried goods and traveled to every corner of the continent.

The sea people in the south have always been mysterious existences, and this mystery is second only to the City of Witches.The Sea People pay taxes to the Alan Empire, but they are unwilling to accept the officials sent by the empire. They believe in the great witch, but they only show proper respect to the emperor.The vast and boundless sea is the pasture of the sea dwellers. Pearls, sea salt, and abundant fishery are enough for the sea dwellers to be self-sufficient.

He Ning leaned against the stone wall, the words on the parchment scrolls were various, but they didn't hinder him in the slightest.

"Planting, livestock."

Putting down the parchment, pondered for a while, then turned to look at the huge skeleton in front of the secret room.Even though he has already lost his life, He Ning can always feel at ease by his side.

The initial sadness and anger, nostalgia, fetters, and all kinds of unspeakable emotions faded away, like silk threads tied together, tightly connecting him with this skeleton.

"Arnie."

Standing up, walking to the side of the skeleton, and leaning against the huge skull, it would be impossible for He Ning to be the former He Ning.Now, in his eyes, this is not just a skeleton, but also his partner, who will be by his side until death.

Shaking his head, he could feel that the memory of the previous great witch had a deeper and deeper influence on him.

Sit cross-legged and support your chin with one hand, do you resist?It is false to say that there is no.But things have come to this, so what?

Accepting the inheritance of the great witch's memory, He Ning still has something that he can't figure out.

Raising his left hand, sharp and hard nails, growing strength, and everything that happened to him, is it all because of inheritance?The records on the copper plate are fairly detailed, but they didn't mention these functions.

Habitually wanting to scratch his head, he paused as if stretching out his hand.With his current claws, with one paw going down, 100% of his head will be bleeding.

"Difficult."

With a sigh of unknown meaning, He Ning put away the sheepskin roll, and the green lizard must be full after catching fish in the dark river.

In the turbulent current, whitebaits jumped out of the water one after another, and the green lizard skillfully bit one, chewed, swallowed, then bit, chewed, and swallowed again.

He Ning squatted on the shore, scratching the rocks under his feet with his fingers, almost poking a hole, blowing off the powder between his nails, "Brother, help me catch two?"

There was a smile and a hint of rogue in the words, the green lizard turned to look at him, and the next moment, a big fish was thrown on the shore.

He Ning took out the tendons and passed them through the gills of the fish, and signaled the green lizard to continue with a smile.

This has almost become a routine. Every time they come down, they will bring a few big fish to the mammoths and land beasts that stayed on it to try something new.The mammoth is too big to even enter the temple.The claws of ground beasts are not suitable for climbing. To eat this kind of big fish, He Ning and the green lizard can only work hard.

"enough."

After the amount was almost the same, He Ning waved to the green lizard and left together when it was full.

Today's deserted city, regardless of the collapsed and barren buildings, can be described as a paradise.Especially in the sea of ​​flowers blooming around Banyue Lake, He Ning and the green lizard rolled in it a few times, and finally spread their hands and feet, lying on their backs in the fragrance of flowers, He did not forget to say: "Brother, remember we Did the two of you talk to you when we first got together? The sea of ​​flowers in the desert. At that time, I was just talking casually, but I didn’t expect to see it..."

By the side of Banyue Lake, several date-sized desert watermelons were hidden in the grass. This was discovered by the green lizard. He Ning tried his best to slip into its mouth.

Throwing the fish caught from the dark river to the ground beasts, and routinely going to the lake to look at watermelons, not only green lizards, but also sand cats and several litters of gerbils are coveting this.It's hard to imagine cats and mice as neighbors, but they live next to each other, which makes He Ning feel strange.

The watermelon has grown up again, thinking about the refreshing and sweet taste, the secretion of saliva can't be stopped.

Seeing that the green lizard was about to move its claws again, He Ning hurriedly stopped it, "Didn't it be agreed? Eat it when it's older."

The green lizard lowered his head, very aggrieved.

"It's useless to be cute."

Turning his head, he was arrogant.

He Ning laughed, patted the green lizard, bent down to hold the lake water and splashed it on his face, several long-horned antelopes were drinking water on the other side of the lake, seeing He Ning, they were no longer afraid, and they seldom avoided it. Someone who wants to try antelope meat again has a hard time.

Looking up at the sky, sighing helplessly, which is more important, conscience or appetite?

Suddenly, the long-horned antelope raised its head vigilantly, and the strong male antelope stepped on the ground. After two strokes, the antelope herd scattered, and other animals by the water also dispersed.

He Ning frowned, stood up and looked into the distance, a caravan of camels was walking towards Banyue Lake.