wizard

The cry of the dragon eagle pierced the sky, Siculus sat on the back of the eagle, his flaxen turban was blown by the wind, and his eyes were cast on the endless green grassland in the distance, where there is the miracle of the Aran continent, which disappeared 400 years later The rejuvenated ancient city, as well as the oracle who created this miracle and brought hope to the Alan continent, are inherited from the Great Witch of the Empire, the real Alan Witch.

The Dragon Eagle sisters flew on both sides of Sim. On the back of the eagle were the knights guarding the city lord. They looked at the grassland in the distance with incomparably shocked eyes.If the changes in Pulan City make the Bitiya people envious, the City of Witches will make everyone who witnessed it unbelievable.

The vast grasslands, the yellow sand hidden in the green, the herds of cattle and sheep and wild antelope, the shepherds riding on camels and waving whips, all of these remind the Bithiya people of ancient legends. In the glorious era 400 years ago.

"God!"

Myths and legends are so far away, but everything in front of me is extremely real.

Siculus pulled back the turban around his face, the wind carried the breath of rain, a few strands of brown hair brushed his cheeks, and his hands in the long sleeves gradually tightened.

In that city there is a great witch who can hear the voice of the gods.He also captured him once, a young man with black hair and black eyes, wandering in the desert, his face was covered with dust, he was in a panic, but so special, Siculus still remembers the color in those black eyes, as if burning burning flames.

Caught, but lost, no chance.

Are you unwilling?perhaps.

The rumored golden monster that appeared in the City of Witches made Siculus' mood more complicated.The golden scales symbolize the purest blood and represent the strongest power.Turning into the most authentic form, only the direct blood of the emperor can do it.Even if you are unwilling, you must bow your head.The suppression of bloodlines comes from the most ancient code of law, he is Grayscale, destined not to violate it, but to abide by it.

"Lord City Lord!"

The team from Bitiya City was getting closer and closer to the City of Witches. The knights below the dragon eagle encountered two other teams of city lords, and several caravans from the north came one after another.Groups of camels are attracted by the grass and stop from time to time. At this time, both knights and businessmen will become very helpless.

From behind the grass-covered hills came the sea folk from the south.Five huge sea beasts walked side by side, and gorgeous tents were built on the hard carapace, and the air seemed to be filled with the smell of the sea breeze.

The herdsmen outside the city of witches whistled one after another, and there was a long sound of horns in the city, which was different from the desolation of the past, but with a rhythm like the ancient ancestors chanting.The shamanistic inscription written by He Ning is engraved on the horn, which is very similar to the shamanistic inscription on the wall of Pulan City.

With the sound of the horn, flocks of birds flew up from the city and hovered over the completed temple. Their feathers of various colors intertwined into one piece, like colorful clouds.

There has just been a heavy rain outside the city, a rainbow has crossed in the sky, and there is still the smell of green grass in the air, as if welcoming guests from afar.

Siculus patted the dragon eagle on the back, and the dragon eagle let out a loud cry before slowly falling.This is not the city of Bithia, nor any city-state, he must show due respect.

The huge city gate was opened, and the golden and silver intertwined shamanic script on the stone shone dazzlingly in the sunlight.

The city lords nodded to each other, flags representing different clan emblems were unfurled, and knights with bright armors marched into the city.

Officials sent by Pulan City are waiting in the city, nominally, this place still belongs to Mudi Pulan's territory.

Various patterns and patterns are carved on the stone road that runs through the entire city, clear rivers flow in the city, simple but colorful buildings, tall and majestic temples, as if the traces of time have been erased by invisible hands, spanning 400 years The ancient history will be displayed vividly in front of everyone.

"Respected City Lord Bitiya, City Lord Disbi, and City Lord Ahammo, guests from afar from the south and north," the official clasped his hands on his chest, bent slightly, with a decent smile on his face, It looks arrogant, but it doesn't make people feel humble, "Welcome to the city of witches."

The official straightened up, his youthful face resembled Musha seven to eight times, he was Musha's eldest son, he would inherit Musha's position in Pulan City and shoulder the future of the family, and he could be sent to the city of witches.He felt supremely honored.

As soon as the greetings fell, the Longying sisters suddenly uttered a sharp cry, spread their huge wings and soared into the sky, shooting straight into the sky like two sharp swords.

There was a loud roar in the air, and a huge fiery red figure was approaching from a distance.

People in the City of Witches could recognize it as the sitting beast of the Great Witch at a glance.Many visitors could not help showing horror expressions.

He Ning sat on the green lizard's back, looked at the increasingly clear team below, and recognized many familiar faces. The cry of the Longying sisters attracted the green lizard's response. The two parties may just be "friendly" Greeting each other, they didn't want the flames from the green lizard's mouth to almost burn the sister flower's feathers.

Sim, the dragon eagle below, was not calm anymore, and seemed to have forgotten that Siculus was still sitting on its back, and soared into the sky, obviously wanting to fight.

Before Sim flew to a high place, the ground suddenly trembled. The black lizard took a big step and rushed towards it in a menacing manner. It opened its mouth and roared repeatedly, and its sharp teeth gleamed coldly in the sun.

Behind the black lizard were a few completely negligible sand cats and a large flock of gray finches.This kind of battle is not so much to welcome old friends, as it is to directly take care of the guests who walk into the house.

Everyone was a little dumbfounded and failed to make any response for a long time.

Siculus squeezed out a word "Chuan" between his brows, clenched the rein in his hand, and tried his best not to be thrown off.

The young official who greeted the guests still had a smile on his face and was astonishingly calm.If you observe carefully, you will find that the curvature of the corner of his mouth is already stiff.It's not calm and calm at all, but petrified and stiff.

Faced with such a situation, even if Mu Sha was here, he might not be able to react immediately.

Fortunately, He Ning was still sitting on Green Lizard's back. After a flash of golden light, transparent wuwen spread from his body, not only comforting Dragon Eagle and Black Lizard who were about to choke, but also Siculus and the others, all of whom were in a state of demeanor. There have been some changes.

The whole body seemed to be wrapped in warm air, and the fatigue of the journey was swept away in an instant. Looking at the black hair flying in the golden light, everyone's heart moved slightly. Is this the power of the great witch?

"Aya, stop messing around." He Ning patted the green lizard, "It's hard to see an old friend, what kind of attitude is this? Also," he bent down and waved to the black lizard below, "Ah Ti, If you fight again, go soak in the pool for me, and I will let Miya watch you!"

The threat that sounded very inconspicuous, but the green lizard and the black lizard were extinguished at the same time.The sand cat following Hei Li squatted obediently, licking its paws, meowing at He Ning who was in the air, and spared no effort to be cute.The flock of gray birds fluttered their wings, and left as quickly as when they came. The situation was not right, so they ran first.

When the alarm was lifted, He Ning signaled the green lizard to descend, and the guests came to the door without saying hello.

He Ning is most familiar with Siculus. Although the Vithian city lord was not very friendly to him at the beginning and almost let him fall freely from the air, but without the help of Siculus, no Vithian can stop the barbarians It is impossible for the war in the east to end in such a short period of time. Correspondingly, the Temple of Otiramus will not be destroyed immediately.

He Ning said that he holds grudges, but he will not forget the benefits of others.

"welcome."

He Ning smiled and greeted each other with the several city lords. Besides Siculus, the city lords Disbi and Ahamo also had acquaintance with him a few times, and they fought side by side in the beginning.The sea dwellers from the south are all strangers, but judging from the ostentation, their status must be unusual.

Seeing He Ning's doubts, the sea people revealed their identities. An elder of the sea people with silver hair and eyes stood gracefully on the back of the sea beast. His pale pink lips and delicate outline made people feel very happy. It is hard to believe that he has lived for more than two centuries.

The etiquette of Haimin is different from that of herdsmen, but is it because the elders are stronger?He Ning found that, except for the robes and slightly thicker headscarves on their bodies, they were not wrapped like large rice dumplings like Moss and others.

"Honorable witch, it is a great honor to meet you."

Elder Haimin's voice was very clear, and his smile was very gentle. He Ning didn't know how to describe him. He didn't have any aggression on him, like the surface of the sea shimmering under the warm sun.

Compared with the city lords in the east and the elders of the sea people in the south, the merchants were far behind, but He Ning did not treat them differently. He asked the names of each team leader and learned that Wam would arrive in a few days. Then he bid farewell to everyone, the preparations for the ceremony were coming to an end, but his work was not finished yet, in order not to be read by Miya, and also to play a successful magic stick, He was more diligent and serious than ever before.

When the green lizard flew away with He Ning, and the black lizard turned back to the temple, the young official arranged for the guests to stay.Most of the residents here live in the west city, and the merchants' market is also held there.The south city and the north city were a bit desolate. After careful consideration, the east city, which was relatively close to the temple, was used to receive guests from afar to participate in the ceremony.

The eastern city lord and the southern Haimin elders were very satisfied with this arrangement. The merchants didn't care where they lived. After they settled their luggage and camels, they immediately headed to the west city with their goods.

The Haimin caravan who stayed in the city visited the elders, and the elders had a good impression of He Ning, so they offered sacrifices to the temple that day, including two boxes of rare pearls, which were sold at the "conscience price" of Haimin completely different.

Sikulus did not rest, and left the place where he was staying, intending to take a walk in the city.

Due to the festival, the defense in the city is very tight, this is an order issued by Mudi himself.Siculus walked to the temple along the river in the inner city, just in time to meet Modi who came out of the temple.Siculus raised his right arm, and the knights who followed him saluted immediately, then stopped in place and did not move forward.

A ray of sunlight shines on the steps of the temple. The blond city lord is wearing a white robe, with gold rims on the collar and cuffs, embroidered with silver shamanism, and a gem-studded ribbon around his waist. Silver tassels follow him as he moves. Silent impact.The golden scales between the eyebrows are looming, under a sapphire of the same color as the eyes.

Seeing Siculus in front of the temple, Moody stopped in his tracks, but his hand holding the golden scepter became tighter and tighter.

Siculus greeted Mudi with royal etiquette.

A burst of drumming sounded, and Siculus suddenly felt restless. His brown eyes turned into gray vertical pupils, his cheeks were covered with silver-gray scales, and the desire for bloodthirsty and destruction suddenly stirred in his heart. They will all break through the cage.

"Do you feel it?"

"Yes."

Siculus frowned, "Your Majesty, are you the musician of the Witch Clan?"

"No." Moody shook his head, pressing his fingertips on the golden scales between his eyebrows, "It's Amoxi's drummer, if it's the musician of the Wu clan..."

Moody didn't say the next words, and Siculus lowered his eyes.Although Siculus does not have the inheritance of great witches and emperors like He Ning and Mudi, the blood of the royal family has ancient memories deeply imprinted in his body.

The drums of war, the dance of the witch, the festival of the city of witches.

The great witch is the sacrifice of the emperor, and it is also a bondage.

The sound of the drums will awaken bloodlust in the ancient blood, and will also inspire the power of the royal family.The one who is most affected and who can gain the greatest power is the emperor of Alan. The purity of blood is doomed to everything.

The drumbeat gradually became more rapid, Moody's eyes turned into pure gold, Sikurus knelt on the ground with one knee, veins bulged on his forehead, cold sweat dripped down his chin, and soon soaked his neckline.

Power, bloodshed, brutal bloodthirsty torments and draws them.

With the sound of the drum, a surge of power surged in front of the temple like water waves. The golden and silver-gray forces collided with each other. Siculus covered his chest, restraining the fishy sweetness that surged up from the roar, and once again truly experienced it. The gap between him and the blood of the emperor.

Just like what I experienced in Bitiya City.

You don't need to speak, you have already bowed down.

A man with blond hair and golden eyes, he is the emperor of Alan.

The wind began to change, and the cry of the green lizard suddenly came from the sky above the temple. He Ning seemed unaware of the strange atmosphere below, and jumped down at a height where ordinary people would fall to pieces. Flying like butterfly wings, the gemstones on the silver earrings shine brightly.

Moody took a few steps forward, walked down the steps, and stretched out his arms to catch the great witch who fell from the sky.

Supporting He Ning's legs with one arm, with a helpless and indulgent expression.

Siculus stood up, and the drum beat stopped at this moment, He Ning patted Moody on the shoulder, motioning to put him down.

"I have something to tell you."

Moody nodded, and in front of Siculus, he led He Ning back to the temple.

He Ning did not forget to say goodbye to the city lord of Bitiya, but Siculus' behavior was different from when he first entered the city. He bowed to He Ning in the attitude of a subordinate.His long brown hair hung down, covering his cheeks, making it difficult to see his expression at the moment.

The emperor, the great witch.

Siculus straightened up, watched the backs of He Ning and Modi disappear at the end of the corridor, pulled off his hood, closed his eyes, and when he opened them, the gray vertical pupils returned to brown.

He turned and left without looking back.

Obedience to the strong, surrender to the emperor, and abandon all unwillingness and ambition, this is his inescapable fate.