wizard

To stay or not to stay?

He Ning still has doubts about Meriya's words.Most of the cognition of this world comes from the records of copper plates and parchment scrolls. The only few times I have contact with people, I feel bad, and it can even be said that it is terrible.

Melia knelt on the ground, her beautiful face was filled with anticipation. Inexplicably, He Ning felt that this face was familiar, even though her eyes were not black.

It's not his memory.

It was the shadow of the black robe and black hair.

Taking a step back, He Ning twitched the corners of his mouth, unable to stay.

There is a voice in his heart telling him that they cannot be left behind, especially this woman!

kill them?It's easy, but it's also difficult.

Regardless, he trusts his instincts and he wants to live.

"You can stay here today, but you must leave tomorrow!"

Meria lowered her head and prostrated herself on the ground devoutly again, "Yes."

The ropes of the shepherds were untied, and there were looted tents and food on the camels left by the robbers.The cattle and sheep were driven together, and this was the property of the tribe, and the patriarchs and high-ranking lords were dead, and it was all theirs.Even the slaves of the tribe can be divided into one or two.

The faces of those who escaped from the dead were more or less joyful.

Standing beside the green lizard, watching the shepherds change from panic and anger to calmness, He Ning remained silent.

This is the nation of the desert.

The land beasts and mammoths were called back, and the flesh and blood left behind became the carrion birds' dinner.

The bodies of the robbers and the dead camels were long gone, and there were only pools of blood left on the grass by the lake.

At night, the Musu tribe did not enter the deserted city, but set up tents nearby.

Two bright moons hang high, the stars are twinkling, and the sky is like a dark river dotted with gems, endless and fascinating.

He Ning leaned on the mammoth, the green lizard squatted beside him, and the ground beast guarded all around as usual.

The herdsmen left, which meant that he had to leave too.

"I'm leaving here." He Ning seemed to be talking to himself, and seemed to be asking for the green lizard's opinion, "Where should I go? The north is too far, and the south is not good. The black hair is too conspicuous. I brought a few big guys with me. Going to the west? It’s not impossible, but what if you encounter barbarians? They are more unreasonable than the people in the east..."

He Ning frowned, the green lizard tilted its head, its claws scratched its belly, and the mammoth gave it a nose, which was too noisy.

"If you really leave, what about those copper plates and sheepskin scrolls?" He Ning sat up, it was impossible to take them with him, and he couldn't just throw them there, right?

And... touching the phalanx on the inside of the wrist, even if it comes from memory inheritance, the emotion is real.

How exactly?

Very annoying!

It was late at night, and He Ning finally felt sleepy.

Sand cats and gerbils by the Half Moon Lake came out of their burrows, and animals accustomed to cool nights also appeared in the grass by the lake.The blood on the blades of grass attracts carnivorous insects and small animals, and following the blood will always lead to a few pieces of meat.

The surface of the lake was glowing with microwaves, and a graceful figure silently appeared by the edge of Banyue Lake, carefully paying attention to the surrounding movement, biting his wrist, and a thin line of bright red blood flowed out, dripping into the lake water.

On the blood-stained wrists were two thin silver bracelets.

The water of the lake began to change, and a strange vortex gradually formed. The figure murmured Wuwen in a low voice, and the light-colored eyes began to darken, gradually turning black like the night sky.

Temple of Otiramus

Dawu stood in front of the broken prism, and her blood was still stained on the mirror.

A sea of ​​flowers appeared on the mirror, beside the sea of ​​flowers was a corner of the abandoned ancient city.

The old face finally had a radiance, and the hunchbacked body suddenly stood up straight.

"found it!"

The voice of the vulture sounded in the room, and the big witch rushed to the prism with an eager and greedy expression, and finally found it!

The woman by the lake held her wrist, blood dripped along her fingers, she frowned, her expression became unpredictable.

Things were different from what she expected. She thought that she would stray into a deserted city during the tribe's migration, and she didn't want to encounter desert robbers.However, these robbers were also doing her a favor.The weak are always easy to get sympathy for.

In the past, Musu was one of the most powerful tribes in the eastern part of the Aran continent, but now?Because of one's choice, all glory and riches are taken away.

Her ancestors were loyal to the Great Witch, but what did this loyalty get in return?

Slander, hunting, the decline of the tribe.

The woman stood up and looked towards the deserted city. From now on, everything will change because of her.

The continent of Aran belongs to the Temple of Otiramus and belongs to the witches. The Aran Empire has perished and there is no need for wizards anymore!

The smell of blood was very weak and disappeared quickly. The woman quietly returned to the tent. Her most loyal slave was strangling the last person in the tent to death with a rope.

"Bring the necessary food and water and let's go."

She has fulfilled her promise to the temple, she must leave quickly!

The blood of the great witch...

The woman licked her lips, she can't get it now, one day, she will replace that old woman and sit on the highest point of the Temple of Otiramus!

The evening wind lifted the woman's turban, and He Ning, who was standing behind the broken wall, could see her face clearly.

Meria Musu.

Sure enough, good people can't do it.

Black eyes, shining in the night, sharp nails, scratching through the dirt wall.

There was an ear-piercing sound from behind, and the two people leading the camel were startled. Turning their heads, under the moonlight, a young man with black hair and black eyes was watching them quietly.

"Go!" Meria's eyes had already turned black. The man carried her onto the camel and gave her a whip, "Master, go!"

He Ning rushed up suddenly, his silver earbuds reflected his dark eyes, cold and dangerous.

betray!

Anger burned all over the body, how similar to the scene 400 years ago?

The miko he trusted betrayed him!Framed him!kill him!Drained his blood!

The man at the back of the hall gritted his teeth and rushed towards He Ning, but he didn't even touch a piece of his clothes. The passing wind, with the smell of blood, lowered his head in shock, and there was a bloody hole in his chest.

The camel was running wildly without looking back, and Meria could guess what happened behind him.She felt regretful, if she hadn't met those desert robbers, things hadn't gone wrong halfway, if she hadn't been so impatient, she wouldn't have taken such a risk at all!

Damn it!damn it!

Meria swung her whip vigorously, and the sound of the wind behind her was getting closer, and her heart was already beating in her throat.

Finally, she turned her head, and for a moment, she fantasized about begging for forgiveness with the loyalty of her ancestors, just as she opened her red lips, a mouthful of blood suddenly spattered.

Her eyes widened, and the black spear pierced through her body, the camel, and ruthlessly pierced the desert.

On the body of the spear, the golden Wuwen flowed in the dark night, He Ning stopped, and the camel crashed to the ground.

The priestess, whose eyes were dull, fell into a pool of blood.

"Ow!"

The roar of the beast, the desolate horn, and the huge figure appeared under the night sky of the desert.

Brown skin, long black hair, blue totem, wild and dangerous.

He Ning was sure that he had never seen the man on the back of a mammoth, but he was damn familiar.

The mammoth was getting closer, but He Ning didn't move.

The priest on the back of the ground beast trembled all over, and the wooden staff in his hand was surrounded by blood red, and broke into several pieces with a snap.

Kony jumped off the mammoth, with a strong body and quick movements, like a leopard walking in the dark.

The left ear started to heat up again, and the memory in my mind seemed to be a loose gate.

He Ning covered his forehead with all his strength, and two unfamiliar and familiar words flowed out of his mouth, "Cangyan?"

Kony raised his hand, and the black spear returned to his hand as if pulled by an invisible force.

The tall body suddenly knelt down on one knee, and in the depths of the amber eyes, there was loyalty and fortitude that had lasted for centuries.

"Great witch! The Cangyan tribe will always be loyal to you!"