wizard

In the early morning, a light rain fell on the deserted city.

The people of Cangyan woke up to the sound of rain and knelt down on the ground under the leadership of the priest. The great witch, only the real great witch can pray for the rain from the gods.

Standing beside the green lizard, He Ning raised his head, pulled off his scarf, and let the rain wet his whole body.

I'm leaving, when can I come back?

Nostalgia, reluctance, at the beginning, the yellow sand filled the air, and the walls and ruins were broken. Today, the sea of ​​flowers is blooming and green.This is his first home after being exiled in another world, and this is also the final destination of the great witch hundreds of years ago.The short 24 years of life, the best memories, all stay here.

His partner, his friend, his most loyal miko.

No matter who this memory and emotion belonged to, at this moment, it really hit his heart like rain.

Spreading his arms, the wind blowing over the yellow sand and green grass blows his long black hair, and his gentle face is stained with determination.Will come back, he swears, he will definitely come back!Whether as the great witch 400 years ago or He Ning now, he must come back here!

This is his home, where all his sustenance is buried.

As the rain got heavier, the silverfish in Banyue Lake jumped out of the water, the sand cats that made their homes by the lake crawled out of their caves, and the long-horned antelopes that often drink by the lake also ran over. This was a farewell.

The rain will bring more greenery to this desert, and Half Moon Lake will become the source of life in the desert.The person who brought this rain will travel far, and the date of return is undecided.

Kony stood beside the priest, quietly watching the figure in the deserted city, with unpredictable emotions, and finally knelt down on one knee.

The great witch, and only the great witch, can do all this.

Take him away, take him away!Defend the oath of the ancestors with blood and life. 400 years ago, the remorse and regret left by the ancestors of Cangyan should not be left again!

Lies are destined not to become true, conspirators will be punished, and the barren land will be fertile again.

Holding the spear tightly, in the rain, Kony roared like a beast. The priest held up his rattan staff, and the soldiers of Cangyan clenched their fists and beat their chests like drums.

This is a barbarian ritual, offering the loyalty of all warriors.

The resonant cry of elephants, the deep roar of beasts, and the green lizard joined in, not to be outdone. At a certain moment, the dark green scales even faintly glowed with a golden halo.

He Ning opened his eyes, a strand of long black hair stuck to the corner of his lips, and the silver earbuds diffused golden light.

The rain gradually subsided, the dark clouds dispersed, a rainbow spanned the sky, and a flock of gray birds rose from a distance, overwhelming the sky.

"Great witch! Great witch!"

Priest Cangyan shouted and raised his scepter, Kony stood up, tall and straight like a spear in his hand.

The gray finches in the sky are gathering more and more, and the chirping of birds conveys anxiety.The tense atmosphere began to condense in the air, and a piece of yellow sand was raised on the distant horizon.

The sound of camels and the friction of machetes intertwined with the shouts of soldiers.

The temple of Otiramus issued an oracle that the devil is hidden in the desert deep in the desert, and it is the source of all disasters.Capture him and offer it to the gods by the great witch himself, and the gods will surely send down the rain again.

"The disaster is brought about by the terrible devil!" The old witch sat high on the throne of the temple. She was surrounded by a white robe and a white turban. A wrinkled hand stretched out leisurely. Looking at Wu Qing, who lost the fire of life, "Catch him, bring him to the temple, and offer him to God! His blood will wash away all sins!"

The chiefs of the tribe who were summoned were dubious about the oracle, and the priestesses in the tribe encouraged the warriors to march into the depths of the desert.The patriarchs were angry but could do nothing.Their vassal city lord is far less powerful than Modi of Pulan City, and can ignore the oracle of Otiramus.The equally powerful city of Bitia was being attacked by barbarians, and the Temple of Otiramus took advantage of it to enter. The witches used oracles to coerce the patriarch. The method was despicable but quite effective.

After the anger, there was more doubt.

A deserted city deep in the desert?According to the legend that has been circulating for hundreds of years, the drought that swept across the continent of Alan was really caused by the devil, as the great witch Otiramus said?

When the news reached Pulan City, the golden scepter was tapped on the parchment, and the lazy and deep voice was mocking, "The devil in the deserted city?"

Moody reclined on a fine soft pillow, his blond hair studded with precious stones strung on thin chains.

"Musha, I'm going to the deserted city."

"Master City Lord?" The serious minister showed doubts, and his words were puzzled, "Because of the oracle?"

"I don't know the meaning of the oracle piled with lies." Moody sat up, unfolded another parchment, and gave the answer after a while, "The deserted city is the city of witches."

After a short silence, Mu Sha's face changed.

City of witches?

bitiya city

The wound on Siculus' cheek has healed, and the gray scales are covered under the flaxen turban. The dragon eagle's wings are injured and cannot support long-term flight. Other raptors cannot match the ferocity of the dragon eagle.

The king of the sky returned to the ground, and the scimitar in his hand continued to take the lives of the barbarian warriors.

As night fell, the horns sounded for the retreat of the barbarians, and the warriors in the city of Bithia were at the end of their strength.

The dead soldiers fell on the yellow sand stained red with blood. How many days has it been?No one counts.They only know that the Bitiya people are still tenaciously guarding their homeland.The barbarians were still kept out of the city.

A bonfire was lit in the barbarian camp, and three tattooed barbarian chiefs were tearing roasted mutton.

The fighting in the past few days made them fully realize that Cangyan is worthy of being the most powerful tribe in the western wilderness.The city of Bithia, a descendant of the royal family of Aram, is evenly matched with only one tribe of warriors.They joined forces but fell into a bitter battle. They could perceive each other's weakness, but they couldn't completely defeat each other.The difference in strength can be seen in general.

The brave and ruthless barbarians, whose nature is full of killing and blood, were completely inspired to be ferocious.

"Tomorrow!" A barbarian patriarch bit off the lamb's leg bone fiercely, crunching and chewing like a wild beast, "Kill them all!"

Patience has long been exhausted. If the Cangyan tribe can't attack Bitiya before they return from the eastern desert, what awaits them will never be a good end.

The alliance with Cangyan is to make the tribe stronger.Showing a weak side, the former allies will immediately bite up like wild beasts, annex them, exterminate their clans, and become slaves.

The harsh living environment of the western wilderness has created the unique social form and way of life of the barbarians, and also created the most powerful fighters on the mainland.

Deep in the desert, the battle has begun.

The tribal fighters who were encouraged by the witches did not expect to encounter barbarians outside the deserted city.It was too late to hold the camel, so he could only brandish the scimitar and continue to rush towards the huge mouth of the ground beast.

Sitting on the back of the mammoth, He Ning watched the bloody battle not far away, and felt an indescribable irritability in his heart.The green lizard sitting on the side hissed, He Ning turned his head and smiled, "I know, I'm fine. Let's go after they are dealt with."

Leaving the deserted city is inevitable, and going to the west is currently the best choice.The only thing to worry about is the constant trouble on the road.Since they were able to find them so quickly, it was entirely predictable how exciting the days to come would be.

Should we completely trust Cangyan people?Besides, does he have other options?

With lizards, mammoths and landrunners, he can roam the desert and continue to survive.Ordinary robbers can't pose a threat to him.However, if you encounter a warrior like Cangyan, your chances of winning are almost non-existent.

The green lizard is his buddy, He Ning instinctively shook his head when he asked the other party to die for him.

The battle ended quickly, without any suspense.

The breakfast of the land beast has been settled, and the mammoth grazes by the half-moon lake on its own. As a chore animal, it often needs to improve its taste, and eating only meat will cause indigestion.

"Big witch." Kony stood in front of the mammoth, looked up at He Ning, "When will we leave?"

"Let's go now." Since you want to leave, you should be more straightforward. Procrastination will cause trouble. "Take away the livestock and camels. Don't worry about me. I will take care of myself."

"Yes."

Coney looked respectful, but He Ning felt something was wrong, what was wrong?Supporting his chin with one hand, he took out two fruits from the big bag, thinking about it while grinding his teeth.

Roar!

Heavy footsteps sounded, raising dust all over the sky.

The parallel mammoths uttered loud and clear elephant calls, followed by the ground beasts, and the Cangyan tribe who greeted the great witch set off on their way home.

From the wilderness in the west to the desert in the east, a return road has been paved with life and blood, and Bitiya City is just a part of it.

There were quite a few ambushers and stalkers along the way, desert bandits, tribal warriors, even if they hadn't received the oracle from Otiramus, the barbarians who appeared in the eastern desert were enough to cause panic.

While resting in the oasis, the team encountered its largest attack yet.

The pond was drugged, the movements of the mammoths and land beasts became slow, and the barbarian warriors fought bravely. The gathered tribes and bandits grew more and more, and finally united together.

There were too many greedy and malicious eyes on the green lizard and He Ning.

Amidst the roar, the green lizard bit off a robber's neck. He Ning's nails grew violently, his eyes were dark, and his manic killing intent almost burned all his sanity.

The two black shadows were too fast to capture, and the bandit wielding a machete fell down instantly, blood dripping from his cheeks and chest, and he groaned in pain.

The petite sand cat moved to He Ning's legs, meowing and licking its paws.

In the sky, large flocks of gray finches and birds of prey began to gather.On the ground, the fighting continued.

Standing in the pool of blood, the voice flowing into the ears became very clear, and the eyes were stained with blood. The same scene happened 400 years ago.

Blood, machetes, greed and laughter.

Temples, deserts, screams and roars.

Different, but familiar.

The blood light spread, dyed the black eyes red, and between the jet-black hair, a drop of bright red blood flowed on the silver earrings.

The violent breath aroused the mania of the animals. The next moment, He Ning rushed towards the enemies surrounding the green lizard. His sharp nails penetrated into the back of his heart. The man turned his head in astonishment, and was torn in half in an instant.

The blood rain fell, dripping on the cheeks, the eyes were dark, and the killing was just the beginning.