wizard

In the 405th year of the Alan Continental Calendar, the Temple of the City of Witches was rebuilt again.

Before the craftsmen woke up from the shock last night, they were summoned to the temple by the people sent by Miya. Seeing the tall building with the entire roof off, the craftsmen fell into a long silence.

How can this be fixed?Re-roof?Rather than tear down and rebuild.

After discussing with several artisans, they proposed the fastest reconstruction plan. Miya asked He Ning for instructions and accepted the opinions of the artisans.

During the rebuilding of the temple, He Ning and Mu Di moved into a dwelling near the temple.Since He Ning has not calmed down, Mo Di has been turned away and can only sleep alone.But this is only temporary, at least the city lord thinks so.

"It surprised me that."

Sitting at the window on the second floor, He Ning could see the craftsmen in front of the temple beating and knocking. His eyes turned to the damaged roof, and his good mood turned into a bad mood.

No wonder Moody said that turning into its truest form would destroy the temple.Should he be thankful that the only thing he broke through was the roof?

In fact, if He Ning is willing, it will only take a moment to restore the temple to its original appearance with witchcraft, but under Miya's suggestion, he still chooses craftsmen.

"Since they have settled in the City of Witches and are protected by their masters, these tasks should be done by them."

Another reason for Miya is that the craftsmen and shepherds who live in the city of witches cannot take everything for granted. This will only encourage greed in people's hearts and breed dissatisfaction that shouldn't be there.

He Ning found that not only Mu Di changed overnight, but also Miya. He couldn't tell the details, but he felt that Miya was stronger and more trustworthy than before.

Using such an adjective for a young and beautiful girl does not seem to be inconsistent at all, He Ning touched his nose, looked at Miya, hesitated, and did not speak for a long time.

Wam's caravan is about to set off, and the Sea People will stay for a while.

The strange scene at night once again shocked these businessmen who came from afar. I believe that there will be more legends about this ancient city in the Alan continent in the near future.

"The dazzling golden light and the huge beam of light must be the power of the gods!"

The poet in the orchestra was inspired again, and with unprecedented passion, he created a long poem overnight.When the leader of the orchestra saw the parchment written by the poet, it was like seeing a golden mountain, and his eyes were shining.As long as the news of what happened here spread, the orchestra will definitely be invited by cities across the mainland, and gold and gems are constantly beckoning to him.

The charming and alluring dancer raised her veil and waved a gold bracelet inlaid with pearls on her wrist, which she bought from Haimin.

Gold is not uncommon, and the workmanship of the bracelet is quite ordinary. The most valuable thing is the few pearls inlaid on it.Bright white pearls, with a soft luster, are extremely rare in the Eastern Continent, and the price is quite expensive.But in the City of Witches, the Haimin offered a "conscience price", and almost all girls could afford it.

"Group leader, the market here is over, when are we going?"

The old drummer has lived in the orchestra since he was a child, and he can be regarded as a friend with the leader of the band, or maybe the only friend of the leader of the band. To him, the leader of the band rarely shows a stingy and cunning side.No matter how mercenary people are, they also need friends.

"Wait a minute." The leader of the orchestra sat on the blanket and calculated the income during this period on the parchment, "When the merchants spread the news here, we will make a lot of money. Longlis, why don't you take advantage of this time?" Going outside for a while, don’t you always want to see Dawu? I heard that Dawu will also go to the market, maybe you have a chance to meet him.”

While most of the city they're not allowed near, there's still plenty of good stuff in the oases and unfinished stalls outside the city.For example, precious white wheat, fruit that can be preserved for a long time, extremely rare honey, and beautiful camel blankets.Every day, a large number of flocks of birds would gather above the temple. In other city-states on the mainland, such a scene could not be seen at all.

This is the territory of the city lord of Pulan. The gods are enshrined in the temple, and the oracle who can hear the voice of the gods lives.

All of these are gifts from God.

The drummer patted the drum, understood what the group leader meant, and accepted his suggestion.

Leaving the camp, the old drummer walked along the river flowing in the city. From time to time, he could see girls holding or carrying jugs. They wore long skirts of different colors and patterns, and their faces were covered by beautiful headscarves. Pairs of beautiful eyes.

As the wind blows across the water, a palm-sized leaf falls into the water, swirling, blurring the silhouette in the water, leaving only the crisp laughter by the water.

The long horns of the shepherds sounded in the distance, and the drummer stopped. Once, he also lived a nomadic life with his family, father, mother, elder brother, and younger siblings.His tribe is not strong, and life is very difficult, but the children are very happy, hugging the lamb, chasing the calf, leaving the most precious time and father's teaching in memory.

"Our tribe has been inherited from the empire era. Our ancestors used to be court musicians, playing for the emperor and the great witch. The girls in our clan were also selected as witches to serve the great witch in the temple..."

"Is it the Temple of Otiramus?"

"Do not."

At this time, my father's expression would become very complicated, with hatred and a little bit of loneliness in the complexity, "In the ancient city of witches, the Amoxi people only served the real great witches, the great witches belonging to Aram. "

The young Longlis couldn't understand the meaning of his father's words, nor did he understand why his father took his people far away from the city-states and tribes that were loyal to the Temple of Otiramus.Until that day, they encountered an attack in the depths of the desert. It was not desert robbers, but other tribes. The leader was a witch from a powerful tribe. She ordered all her tribe to be killed, even women and children. .

The father and elder brother fought to the last moment and still guarded the other clansmen before they died.

His mother fed him and his young siblings the poison, her smile was full of love and sorrow.

"The Amosi are always loyal to the Great Witch of Alan! The Temple of Otiramus is a shameful betrayer!"

His body began to twitch, and it became difficult to breathe. Longlis opened his mouth wide and clutched his throat tightly. Only his father's roar could be heard in his ears.

Mother's tears fell on her cheeks, it was very hot... Blood flowed from the corner of Longris' mouth, and he closed his eyes in pain...

When he woke up again, he found himself lying on the camel's back, his eyes were constantly shaking, and his stomach was burning with pain.

"Are you awake?"

A strange voice came, and he opened his eyes with difficulty, and saw a face of the same youth, and the bright cloth wrapped around his head.

"Uncle Jila said that you can live when you wake up, and he still has herbs in there, so you won't die!"

This is a band, walking between cities all the year round, they saw the tribal camps that were attacked, and rescued Longris who drank the poison but was still alive, but his family and clansmen were buried under the blood-stained yellow sand.

The camel team is very long, each camel is stepping on the footsteps of the first camel, and the musician holding the stringed instrument plays a slightly boring single tone and sings an ancient ballad that has been passed down for thousands of years.

"...The water and grass are luxuriant, the cattle and sheep are flocking...the girls are singing beautiful songs, and the warriors are holding up their sharp swords...The people of Aram sincerely pray to the gods for blessings..."

The sound of the ballad was full of nostalgia and desolation, and the sound of the camel bell was also integrated into the tune of the harp. During the song, he drank the bitter soup, closed his eyes, and the painful memory gradually faded away.

How long ago was this memory, 50 years, 60 years, or more?

The old drummer straightened his slightly hunched back, and clapped his thin palms on the leather drum that never left his body.

A long time ago, he didn't understand what his father said, and he didn't understand why he kept migrating in the desolate desert, why the tribe would be wiped out, why...

It is only now that I realize it.They are the descendants of Amoxi, the blood of the tribe who serve the emperor and are loyal to the great witch.

The sound of the drum became more and more urgent, and it was no longer a melody for the dancers, but a beating sound like a war drum, which was the sacrificial sound of the ancestors of Aram.

The old drummer seemed to have forgotten everything, just kept beating the drumhead by the river, and the river rippled round and round with the sound of the drum, almost boiling.

"who is it?"

Mu Di put down the sheepskin scroll in his hand, pressed his forehead, and there was a turmoil in the depths of his golden vertical pupils.This kind of drumming made him manic, and it happened once in Pulan City.

He stood up abruptly, walked to the door, and pushed the door open, "Ah Ti."

Black Lizard strode forward after hearing his call.Moody held the reins and jumped onto the back of the black lizard. The flaxen robe flew up and fell down with the movement, and the golden piping shone more and more in the sun.

"Walk!"

Who is it?Holding the golden scepter tightly, the uncontrollable emotions became more and more violent.

He Ning also heard the sound of the drum, and raised his head in doubt, why is it so familiar?

Miya, who was sitting on the side, changed her face suddenly, and her voice was filled with excitement, "Master, it's the drummer, the drummer who serves the Great Witch!"

"what?"

"It's Amoxi, only Amoxi has drums like this!"

Amosi?

He Ning suddenly remembered the cloth that Mia gave him, which recorded the tribes who were loyal to the great witch of Alan and unwilling to submit to the temple of Otiramus, so they had to flee, and Amosi was among them.

"More than 60 years ago, there was no news of the Amossi," Mia said. "My grandfather and father tried to find them, but they had to give up in the end."

The drumming continued, and He Ning stood up. Whether it was really an Amoxi or a coincidence, everything would be revealed when he was found.

"Owner……"

"I know," He Ning said, "Go and see first."

The green lizard flew through the air, its red scales like flames burning in the sky.

The black lizard came to the drummer first. Moody held the golden scepter in his hand, and the golden scales appeared between his eyebrows. From a distance, he could feel the coldness and killing intent all over his body.

"Aya, hurry up!"

He Ning urges the green lizard to hurry up, Moody's mood is not right, don't really let him cut people off.

"Moody!"

Seeing that the golden scepter turned into a long knife, He Ning jumped off the back of the green lizard without hesitation.

Hearing He Ning's voice, Moody raised his head reflexively, only to see the black-haired witch falling straight down from mid-air, his black hair fluttering, his robe blown by the wind, getting closer and closer to him.

The golden pupils shrank for a moment, without caring about other things, he hurriedly stretched out his arms to firmly catch someone who fell from the sky.

"what are you doing?!"

An angry voice came into his ears, He Ning shrank his neck, even if Moody didn't catch him, it wouldn't be a big problem, touched the silver earbud on his left ear, besides the green lizard, there was this one.However, it was the first time he saw Moody so angry,

The moment He Ning appeared, the drumming suddenly stopped.The green lizard then fell from the air, with Miya still on its paws.The only one who can sit on its back is He Ning... Well, Moody can compromise if he insists.For others, claws are the best treat.

"Master, you are too messy!"

Miya looked at He Ning with an expression full of worry and disapproval.

He Ning's neck shrinks again, saving people is like putting out a fire, isn't there no other way?Moody's knife was about to be swung out, and he didn't want to do anything. Could it be that he just watched him cut people in half?

"I'm fine." He Ning pulled the corner of his mouth with difficulty, "With Aya here, I'm not that bad."

Moody's expression softened, and he still looked at the drummer with a very unfriendly gaze.

He Ning tugged on Mu Di's robe, motioned him to "calm down", turned to look at the drummer standing aside, and asked, "Excuse me, what's the matter with the drum sound just now?"

The aged drummer looked at He Ning on the back of the black lizard, and instead of answering his question, he bent down, "Lonris Amosi, may the gods bless you, noble witch."

Lonris Amosi?

"Amoxi?"

"Yes, great witch."

The old drummer raised his head, his loose eyelids almost covered his eyeballs, but his eyes were not cloudy at all, "I just want to see you, and tell you in person that the Amosi people have never betrayed their beliefs, never betrayed the true Big witch."

He Ning jumped off the black lizard, wanted to say something, but couldn't utter a single word.He could imagine what happened to the Amoxi people. In front of the old man, all the words were so pale.

"Lonris!"

Behind the old drummer came the voice of the head of the orchestra. He was running out of breath, and when he saw the situation in front of him, his face turned pale instantly.He knew that Longris had always wanted to see the great witch, and he was the one who gave Longris the suggestion, but... the fear rose in his heart, but he didn't stop, let alone turn around and leave. Instead, he walked a few steps closer and bent over with the most humble gesture Waist, carefully said: "Respected lord of the city, honorable witch, I am Bunch Good, the leader of the Gide band, and Long Rees is the drummer of the band. If there is any offense, I would like to offer gold coins and Gem, I beg your forgiveness."

"He didn't offend us." He Ning said with a smile, "Don't be nervous, I just like his drum sound very much. If there is a chance, I would like to invite him to play for me in the temple."

"what!"

The leader of the orchestra uttered a single tone in a hurry, his expression changed from surprise to ecstasy, and he couldn't believe his ears, it was like gold bricks falling from the sky!

The surprise came so suddenly that Bunch stuttered, "This, this is really, I don't know how to thank you..."

"However, the temple is being rebuilt," He Ning said gently to the group leader, "Therefore, I would like to ask you to stay here for a while longer."

"Yes, everything is as you wish."

The leader of the group was dizzy, and it was the old drummer who answered.

"Thank you very much."

When the old drummer revealed his identity, He Ning had an idea in his mind. Looking at the temple not far away, he decided to hold the ceremony in the City of Witches.

In my memory, there has been no real festival held in the continent of Aran for more than 400 years. The witch has obtained the power of the great witch, but she will not receive the favor of the gods.Rituals in city-states, as Moody said, are always more symbolic than actual.

The City of Witches will hold a ceremony to worship the gods in the temple. This is for the Alans who have suffered from drought, for the Alan continent that has been ravaged by wind and sand, for the tribe that has always been loyal to the Great Witch, and for the people who died in the conspiracy 400 years ago. The souls of the dead.

He Ning pulled up his turban and turned around. This is the mission he needs to fulfill as a great witch and the responsibility he must shoulder.