wizard

In the desert under the night sky, the tall barbarian leader, with a blue totem on his cheek, has firm eyes and a sonorous voice.

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

Years passed by for a hundred years, in the capital of the Aran Empire, before the temple, the strong barbarian leader won the highest honor at the ceremony, took the black spear engraved with shaman, knelt down on one knee, and made a wish to the man in black robe and black hair. Take the same oath.

loyalty!Unchanging loyalty!

The wind in front of the temple brushed the big witch's black hair, as if it had the breath of green grass.The young leader raised his head, his amber eyes became transparent in his absence.

A brown warrior, a man with a will like a rock.

Oath, eternal change!

The great witch fell in the conspiracy, and the emperor became brutal and bloodthirsty. The barbarian leader stepped on the beast and became the sword in the emperor's hand and the spear to avenge the great witch.

Fighting, massacres, and blood stained the Alan continent.

The emperor fell without warning, and the maiden of Otiramus stood in front of the stage, claiming that she could hear the voice of the gods, gained worship with hypocritical benevolence and shameful means, and stole the glory and status with lies.

The barbarians retreated to the western continent.

They are the warriors of the great witch and the swords in the hands of the emperor.Miko of Otiramus is not qualified to dictate to brave warriors!

Once they cross the border, there is only a dead end waiting for them!

Warriors who grew up in the wilderness feared the gods and worshiped great witches, and witches were never in their eyes.Miko of Otiramus, a group of despicable traitors!

He Ning looked at Kony quietly, until Kony took his hand and wanted to kiss the back of his hand, he was startled.

According to memory, this is to pray for the blessing of the great witch, but he is a man anyway, so he is really not used to it.

Twitching the corner of his mouth stiffly, he wanted to pull his hand back.

Not moving.

He frowned, it seemed that the man kneeling on one knee in front of him was not quite what he appeared to be.

"Big witch!"

The gray-haired and gray-eyed priest was supported forward, his blood-red wooden staff was broken, he wanted to kiss the corner of the great witch's robe, and he vowed not to give up until he achieved his goal.He Ning had no choice but to hand him the black cloth wrapped around his head, otherwise he would pull his pants.

Without the black cloth, the long satin-like hair hangs directly to the waist, and the amber eyes reflect a soft outline that is very different from that of the desert people.

Kony finally let go of He Ning's hand. The touch of his fingers and the instant warmth made He Ning a little uncomfortable, and he just ignored the flashing memories in his mind.

"Big Wu, Cangyan will always be loyal to you!"

The priest prostrated himself on the ground, and the barbarian warriors who followed him knelt down on one knee behind the leader and the priest. The resounding cry of elephants intertwined with the roar of beasts on the ground. Dedicate thousands of years of loyalty.

What should I say?

He Ning was a little embarrassed, he was not born to be a leader, and he could talk to the Green Lizard with a little dexterity.

Faced with this situation, he could only say dryly, "Get up, get up first!"

Coney stood up neatly, but the priest was still too excited.

He can barely remember how the great witch did it 400 years ago. In short, it is not easy to be a qualified magic stick.Taking a look at the camel and maiden lying on the ground, the blood on the sand has gradually dried up.Kony put the spear behind his back, signaling to drive the two ground beasts over.

Great, everything is resolved.

"I live up front."

For the Cangyan tribe that suddenly appeared, He Ning has instinctive trust. From time travel to now, compared with rational analysis, instinct and intuition are the foundation of his life.

"Witch City!"

Stepping into the sea of ​​flowers, the priest was once again trembling with excitement.

The mammoth and landrunners were taken to Half Moon Lake, where there was plenty of water and food.

Along the way, under the guidance of the priest, he found the ponds and oases that He Ning left in the desert, and also prevented the hungry land beasts from using the soldiers standing on their backs as jerky to satisfy their hunger.

For the Cangyan tribe who followed He Ning, the Green Lizard was always on guard. When Kony approached He Ning, he would always grin his teeth and growl threateningly.

The mammoths and ground beasts who accompanied He Ning in the deserted city were all from the Cangyan tribe, and they were no strangers to warriors with brown skin and blue totems.

However, the first meeting of the two mammoths was not friendly. The huge body, powerful proboscis, and terrifying ivory roared and collided together, just like the collision of two boulders. The affected buildings were instantly torn apart. Dust rose suddenly.

The five land beasts are inferior in number, but their aura is not weak at all. The warriors of the Cangyan tribe are also amazed by the ferociousness and intimidation shown in the face of the latecomers who are two or three times larger than themselves.

The situation intensified, and seeing that the two sides were about to fight, He Ning was furious.

Whether staying or leaving, the plan does not include the item of "demolition".If there is a real fight, the deserted city will turn into a sand city.

The black eyes narrowed, and the voice of the Great Witch resounded in the deserted city. It seemed to be whispering, or singing without rhyme, ancient, mysterious, and soft.

The irritable beasts were appeased, and the mammoths who collided with each other gradually eased their emotions.

The green lizard was the closest to He Ning, and just as it was flattering to touch He Ning's back with its head, its tail wagged twice again unconsciously.

He Ning patted its big head back, buddy, there are outsiders here, can we stop staying at home like this?At least let her domineering sideways leak, at least she can earn back some face.

There has been no real great witch in the continent of Aran for hundreds of years. Only the first generation of witches in Otiramus can show their abilities. As the witch blood dries up and dilutes, the witch power is not as good as one generation after another.

The mainland is suffering from drought, and a single rain is a luxury.The only thing Otiramus can do is to keep praising himself.

Beast control, begging for rain?Maybe it can come true in a dream.

After comforting the mammoth and the ground beast, He Ning thought of the herders in the tent.

After inspection, none were still alive.

The remaining triangular sheep and shorthorn oxen huddled together, and the ground beasts brought by the Cangyan tribe were drooling at them.

"You guys deal with these."

He Ning pointed to the livestock, which should be enough.The people in the tent should find a place to bury them.

Kony nodded, summoned a warrior with a red pattern on his right arm, pointed at the huddled livestock and said a few words.

The priest followed He Ning step by step, causing the Green Lizard to be quite dissatisfied.

"Okay." He Ning patted the green lizard, looked at the priest's empty hands and remembered something, led him to the edge of the half-moon lake, tore off a few tough vines, put three strands of the whip together, and followed the instructions from the sheepskin scroll. As you can see, the shaman script is engraved on the vine.

The sharp nails easily scratched the skin of the vine, and the smooth Wuwen meandered on the cane.After the last stroke, Wu Wen emitted a faint golden light, and the vines were completely fused together.

Touching the cane that He Ning stuffed into his hand, the priest was stunned for a moment.

He Ning seemed indifferent, touched his chin, and realized for the first time that his manual work was quite good.

"Big Witch, is this for me?"

"Ah." He Ning nodded, remembering that the priest couldn't see, and added, "Not well done."

The priest trembled again, and He Ning looked up at the sky again.

Forget it, just get used to shaking and shaking.

Cangyan people set up a fire beside Banyue Lake, and the smell of barbecue began to waft.Without He Ning's permission, they would not have stepped into the deserted city, but this did not include the leader of the tribe.

"Can you stop following me?" He Ning felt a little helpless, "They are grilling meat, aren't you hungry?"

silence.

"Aren't you hungry?"

Continue to be silent.

He Ning had the illusion that there was another green lizard beside him.

In the end, Kony followed He Ning to the gate of the temple, but did not continue to follow him in.

Looking at Kony under the moonlight, He Ning always felt that he had overlooked something, and his intuition told him that this person was harmless to him, and the rest...Let's talk about it.

Kony didn't follow, which happened to be convenient for He Ning.

The green lizard stayed in the temple to guard the underground entrance, and He Ning was going to take out the two most important sheepskin scrolls in the secret room.

Copper plates are too bulky to carry, except for sheepskin rolls, but you can't carry too many.

Now that you have decided to leave, everything must be arranged.The arrival of the Cangyan tribe helped him a lot.

Harmless is harmless, He Ning did not let go of all the vigilance that should be had.His blood experience told him that too much slack would kill him.

The scrolls obtained on the stone platform and the curse left by the witch's blood must be taken away.He couldn't give a reason, but subconsciously believed that these two parchment scrolls were very important to him.

The huge skeleton lay quietly in front of the door of the secret room all the time, put away the parchment, He Ning walked up to the skeleton, touched his forehead lightly, closed his eyes, Ani, I'm leaving.

There was no response, and he opened his eyes, and his eyes fell on the broken spear.

The sharp tip of the spear, the broken Wuwen, He Ning smiled softly when he thought of the black spear in Kony's hand.

Cangyan's loyalty does not mean that all barbarians will not betray.

With a history of 400 years, there are still missing parts.

The death of the great witch is no longer a mystery, but there is no clear record of the death of the last Alan emperor.

Maybe he was alive when the witches hid underground, or maybe it was a bigger conspiracy.In any case, the Priestess of Otiramus can do everything possible to erase the traces of the great witch, but she cannot make the empire that existed for thousands of years disappear into the long river of history for no reason.

"Ani." He Ning murmured, his deep eyes were like two black gemstones, his expression was gentle, spanning 400 years, completely coincided with the face in the imperial temple, "I will come back."

The moment all the truth is revealed is the beginning of the end.

Leaving the secret room and returning to the temple, He Ning closed his eyes, and the silver earbuds turned into scepters, floating in the air. The tangible shamanism was like transparent chains, interweaving, circling, and entwining in the temple.

Pieces of rubble floated up from the collapsed ground. In the golden light from the scepter, the witch culture turned into crystal dust. The ground recovered as before, and the entrance to the underground seemed to never exist.

The moonlight spilled from the dome, and the patterns on the murals became alive again.

He Ning understood the meaning in the pattern, and after the golden light disappeared, he touched the earbud of his left ear, turned his head and glanced at the green lizard, regardless of what color it would turn into in the end, buddy, or buddy!

Outside the temple, Kony stood like a statue.There was no emotion in the amber eyes on the stern face.