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The closer to where Lucius was, the slower Timier's footsteps would be. The fear of losing Lucius made Timir tremble all over.

Musha was already standing beside Lucius, showing a surprised expression when he saw Timur appear. "Timer, are you crying?"

Timir subconsciously reached out to wipe his face, and found that his face was wet, his chin was still dripping, and his throat was so dry and hoarse that he could hardly speak. "How is he?"

"Severely injured, but still alive..." Musha took a step forward and reached out to pat Timur on the shoulder, but he didn't have a chance to actually pat him.

Timir completely ignored Musha's outstretched hand, passed by and knelt down beside the giant crocodile's head, leaning his head on the rough and hideous scales.

Musha lowered his eyes and pinched his trembling fingers.If Timir knew the so-called truth... what would he do?He still doesn't quite understand the reason why Lord Arian did this... Why?

"How can I save him?" Timir finally gave up after calling countless times, what Lucius needed was treatment.

"...For Warcraft, the purer blood with the power of light is the best tonic, or he can get the mercy of the dark king to repair his body..." Musha repeated what Arian told him. .

"Is our blood okay?" Timir interrupted Musha eagerly.The King of Darkness has not come to Spryce yet, asking him to heal Lucius' wounds would be a waste of money.

Musha shook his head: "He was injured too badly, and the fire of life is very weak. Only you can become an inheritor as soon as possible or ask Lord Arian to give you blood..."

Timir's eyes lit up first, but then he thought of something that was not feasible: "What if he... refuses?"

Musha gritted his teeth: "Warcraft are not like human beings. He can recreate a new body as long as he keeps the magic crystal core, so even if Lucius is seriously injured, he will not die so easily. But... After all, the Overwatch Temple is responsible for protecting It is Sprice's responsibility, Lord Arian will consume a lot of divine power if he wants to save him, if he refuses to save Lucius...you can't blame him!"

Timir caressed Lucius' scales anxiously, and said in a low voice, "I understand."

The young man's back was full of sadness, Timir in front of Musha's eyes overlapped with Arien in the Overwatch Temple instantly.He couldn't help walking to Timur, trying to comfort the sad boy.

"Sorry, I want to be alone with Lucius, can you leave first?" Timmir's face was expressionless, but his eyes, which always looked warm, were a little cold at the moment.He exudes an aura of keeping strangers away, separating himself from Musa.

What else can I do but follow suit?Musa could only walk away.It's a pity that Timmel will never understand the bitterness on his face.

After Timir heard Musha's footsteps fading away, he gently stroked the giant crocodile's head, purple light flashed in his eyes.He rolled up his shirt sleeves, revealing his tight and smooth muscle lines, bit a bloody gash with his teeth without hesitation, and then whispered Lucius' name: "Lucius, wake up, Drink some of my blood... Lucius..."

Even if it doesn't contain enough light power, maybe it will help Lucius?Timmy wanted to try it.

I don't know if it's true what Musha said, the light power contained in Timir's blood is too little, even though the giant crocodile made a different nasal sound because of the breath of blood, it still didn't open its eyes.

Timir patiently smeared blood on the giant crocodile's snout, over and over again.The wound was glued, and I bit it open again...but it turned out that it didn't work.

Tears welled up again!Timir felt his chest was empty, and he couldn't even feel his own heartbeat.The lazy Lucius, the evil-smiling Lucius, the bitter and forbearing Lucius, and the perishing Lucius... All the vivid faces passed before Timir's eyes .

"Lucius..." Timir tried his best to calm himself down, but his eyes and nose were sore, hot tears kept dripping on the skin of the giant crocodile, and his tone was tinged with a strong nasal voice.

"I love you! I love you! I can't live without you! Lucius!..." The choked voice was quickly blown away by the night wind.Timir understood that weak crying could not save Lucius, but without Lucius, he felt that he would not be able to live either.He can't do anything like this.

Timmere still remembers waking up in the morning and seeing Lucius in human form for the first time before escaping Crocodile Island.At that time, they were all like young birds that had just lost shelter, subconsciously cuddling each other for warmth, and depended on each other for life.Timmel looked for a sense of existence from Lucius' eyes, and Lucius drew warmth from Timir.

They are not relatives, but they understand each other, they know everything about each other as if they are familiar with themselves... When Lucius asked for love, Timmir had to respond, he needed Lucius... This feeling of giving in step by step It's not easy, but Timmel is still grateful to Lucius for never giving up...because if this goes on, they will never be separated...no one can get in between them.They are partners as well as lovers. If Lucius' love is exclusive and protective, then Timmel feels that he loves Lucius as well. He does not want Lucius to belong to others, and he is willing to sacrifice his life to protect Lucius.

Such an important person, there will be no second one!

On the eve of the alternation of night and dawn, the sky became extremely cloudy and gloomy, and the stars all over the sky were hidden somewhere. Looking up, there was only a breathless darkness.

Timmel wiped the last tear from his face and wiped it clean with his sleeve.After being weak, one must be strong, and he wanted Lucius to live.

When a fish-belly white appeared on the horizon and gradually blurred the entire sky, no emotion could be seen on Timir's face.

"Lucius, Musha said that the monster will not die easily as long as the magic crystal core is not destroyed..." Timer hid the wound on his arm into his shirt, and then kissed the terrifying snout of the giant crocodile. "Anyway, I will ask Arian... Your lord to give you blood to save you... Wait for me!"

The giant crocodile still didn't respond, it just lay quietly on the spot, if it wasn't for the slight breath, it would almost be the same as dead.

"Timer, let me set up the barrier, so that you don't have to worry about Lucius' safety." Musha's appearance was just right, completely in Timer's expectation.Timir also acquiesced to his arrangement.

When the first beam of golden light was cast by the sun of Spreiss, Musha took out the silver badges of himself and Timir and placed them under the sun, and a huge halo pattern appeared under their feet instantly.The intricate lines and patterns seem to show that this light wheel is extraordinary, the light that almost competes with the sun's brilliance shoots straight up to the sky from the bottom of the light wheel, illuminating most of the sky.

After the light dissipated, Timir and Musa had been teleported from the unnamed island to the special passage leading to the central island.

In the circular beam of light, two wings with condensed light and shadow emerged from Timir's shoulder blades. The wings flapped like living creatures, and every movement could affect Timir's bones, as if the pair of wings were Controlled by their own birth in general.

Musha's back also had light wings, but they were much smaller than Timir's, and their brilliance was also slightly dimmed.

Under the guidance of the light beam, they kept flying upwards, and soon came to the end of the passage.

As soon as Timir and Musha stepped on the land of the central island, the passageway was automatically closed.

Despite the sight of the Central Isle in the image reflected by the silver medallion, Timmir still felt a great shock.

The exquisite and majestic Overwatch Temple is constructed of countless buildings, and each building is connected by passages, as if they are one, making people feel that this is not made by human beings.Even the air seems to have a moist fragrance.

The fairies transformed by divine power looked at Timir curiously, talking in small voices from time to time, and making sweet whispers.The petals in their hands kept flying down, and some of them mischievously brushed Timir's face, but when Timer looked up at them, the fairies scattered timidly and shyly, and it took a long time to gather again.

The Divine Grace warriors in silver armor were originally lined up in two rows to welcome them, but when they saw Timir appear, they bowed their heads in a gesture of salute.The worshiper held up the staff in his hand, chanted mysterious incantations, and released gorgeous fireworks.And the hymns that came from all directions at the same time seemed to have the power to purify the soul, suppressing the negative emotions that Timir brought to the minimum when he came here.

From the moment Musha set foot on the central island, the frivolity and fussiness of the past disappeared, replaced by seriousness and awe.His eyes no longer fluctuated when looking at Timir, but calmly as if he was treating a stranger.

"Please enter the Watchman Temple with me, the inheritor." Musha bowed and extended his palm to invite.

Timir nodded, and then followed Musha to the entrance of the temple along the passage made up of divine warriors.The naughty wind was blowing Timer's shirt, and for no reason, Timer had a vague feeling that he knew this place well.

When he walked to the entrance of the temple, Timir was surprised to find that the wound on his arm was intact, not even a scar left.There was a silver light cluster looming in the air, and as soon as it hit Timur, it immediately disappeared in his body.

Pure and powerful light power is constantly accumulating in Timir's body.

In addition to the woven carpet leading to the main seat in the temple, there are people standing on both sides, there are divine warriors and worshipers.It seemed that their status was higher than those who greeted them outside the hall.

The white figure sitting at the end of the rug made Timir's heart tangle violently.The long blond hair was bound, but it was still shimmering, and the blue eyes were as breathtaking as the clear sky, but they also contained a blood-freezing cold.The extraordinary feeling that does not belong to human beings did not awe Timur, but felt a little sad.

Arian was just sitting, but still with a mountain-like calm momentum.His shoulders were much broader than Timmir's, and even his legs, bent at right angles, seemed very long.

No matter in terms of face or body shape, Arian was so perfect that he didn't look like a real person.Such a person...could it really be his father?

Timmel felt a little confused.His heart was contracting nervously, and he carefully looked at Arian's eyes and expression, trying to see from Arian the reaction to his appearance—surprise or disgust...or other.

But there was nothing on Arien's face except indifference.

"...Take the inheritor to the purification pool first, and then hold the inheritance ceremony on the day of the [-]th birthday..."

The worshiper and the warrior of grace standing closest to Arian stood up and said something about the preparations before the inheritance, but Timir didn't listen to a word.Arian never said a word from the beginning to the end.What Timir longed for, even the slightest move to him, did not appear.

Why, instead of feeling pain?A kind of numbness from the bottom of his heart overwhelmed Timir, he stared blankly at Arian, biting his lips, unable to utter a word.

"Wait a minute, Arien...my lord...may I have a small request?" When the worshiper tried to guide Timir to the purification pool, Timir woke up like a dream.

Amid the uproar of everyone, Timmel knelt down on one knee in front of Arian, the expression on his face was completely hidden by the drooping golden brown hair.

Also as an inheritor, Timir didn't need to kneel to Arian. Therefore, not only the gods and divine warriors in the temple, but even Arian frowned on Timir's actions.

"Please tell me, the next inheritor, there is no subordinate relationship between us, and you don't need to perform such great etiquette." Arien's voice was extremely cold, but the sound quality was as beautiful as a chorus, which resonated in the hall .

The beautiful voice made Timur lose his mind for a short while, but he soon came to his senses: "I hope to get some blood from Lord Arian... save my friend!"

The people in the hall made a little commotion, of course, Timir's request was not only excessive but also weird.

"What's the reason?" Arien didn't say anything for a long time, until Timir couldn't bear it and looked up at him, then he spit out a sentence.

"He...is a monster! But he has never harmed a good person..." Timmir tried to get Arian's approval for Lucius, but the worshipers and warriors of God in the hall were shocked by this sentence. There was a lot of trouble.