Miko

There is never night in the Overwatch Temple, and the music never stops. The god who created Sprees is the only object of allegiance to everyone in the Overwatch Temple.

However, for a full ten years, no oracle was handed down.The worshipers and warriors of grace couldn't help but look in the direction of the main hall every day when they prayed to the gods—there was the only inheritor recognized by the gods in Spres.

As long as he is in the Overwatch Temple, Arian almost possesses the power equivalent to that of a god.Everything that happened on the central island, even if it was a small grass, he could feel it if he wanted to.

Arian knew that everyone was waiting for the oracle, but even he hadn't felt the presence of God for a long time.But Arian knew that the god had not left Sprice, and he was still silently watching the Watching Temple.

Arien couldn't do anything except look at the water mirror.From this point of view, it is ten years!

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Lucius once again transformed into a human form in the flickering green light, and his shoulder-length black hair hung down neatly, meticulously.He shook his hands in satisfaction. Now he looks like a teenager, and his appearance is obviously different from that of Timir, who is also a teenager.

Timir's eye sockets are very deep, and when he smiles, he can bend like a crescent bud, which makes people feel happy even after seeing it.On the other hand, Lucius' eyes were long and narrow and slightly raised, he was slightly taller than Timmir, and his skin was actually fairer.But overall, he looks much more gloomy, although he has been able to imitate Timer's expression proficiently and apply what he has learned, but it is a pity that it is only in front of Timer.

Since leaving Music Island, Lucius and Timmel have been touring Splash with the Darkmoon Faire for ten years.Except when falling asleep at night, Lucius turned into a human form to accompany Timmir, and usually appeared in front of the rest of the group members and the audience as a crocodile.

Maya has always followed the principle of only performing once in each place, and only stationed in places very close to the flying port.During these ten years, the circus spent more than half of its time on flying ships.

Timir finally knew that each flying ship had a magic communicator to communicate with the destination.It was through this communicator that Maya reported the itinerary of the Dark Moon Faire to the local dignitaries who managed the islanders, and the airship could only enter the port after they approved it.At the same time, they will also inform the islanders of the arrival of the circus.

Generally speaking, when it comes to circuses, the rich and powerful of Sprice are more tolerant, and there are very few islands that refuse.

As he grew up, Lucius began to understand the reason for his inexplicable anxiety every five to six months - he needed to mate!However, it is already impossible for Lucius to be in heat with an ordinary crocodile, and at the same time, the humanoid body is not an adult, so it can't do anything.

Therefore, every May and June, Lucius would turn into a human form at night and immerse himself in the water near the circus camp, trying his best to alleviate the situation.

Timir woke up several times in the middle of the night, and asked Lucius why he took a bath in the middle of the night, but Lucius always kept it vague.He didn't want to tell Timmel.

Perhaps it was a gift from heaven, Timir's appearance hardly changed much.Because of too much sun exposure, his skin color began to range between milky and honey-colored, his facial features were still very beautiful, and his eyes, which were extremely deep purple, looked similar to black. See that touch of purple hidden in the depths.His hair is a little longer and thicker. Because he usually cuts it short with a dagger, it is a bit messy. The bangs that cover his eyes from time to time cover his face a little. His eyes lit up.From a boy to a teenager, his suddenly tall figure made him look a little slender, but from the firm eyes and the occasional naked|exposed muscle lines, although he was still young, no one doubted that he would soon become a strong man.

Lucius had his secrets, and so did Timmir.

Since leaving Music Island, Timir has been pestering Drow to teach him how to get stronger.Although Drow is a giant, he has no experience in fighting skills. Instead, Maya patted his chest and recommended himself.

In fact, Maya only knew some basic swordsmanship. Most of the time, Timir took the wooden sword that Drow made for him, and followed Maya to chop left and right.

Although the movements were extremely simple, Timir was very satisfied and practiced very seriously.

Maybe it's thinking by day and dreaming at night.Timir began to meet an invisible warrior in his dreams, he was wearing silver armor, holding a shield in one hand and a long sword in the other, they fought without saying a word.

At first, Timir couldn't figure out the opponent's attack line at all, and the sword in his hand was so heavy that he could hardly lift his arms.The attack of the silver-helmed warrior came like a storm, beating Timir with cuts and bruises all over his body.

The dream was so real that Timur woke up every day and felt that he was dreaming.In the dream, the injured part was still aching, but no wound could be seen, but when he held the wooden sword and drew the sword moves used by the silver-helmed warrior from memory, he was able to do it as he wanted, which surprised and delighted Timir .

The silver-helmed warrior was very silent. No matter what Timir said, he never responded, but his men's attacks became more aggressive, without the slightest intention of showing mercy.At first, he took the most direct method, repeatedly using the same trick to knock Timur down.Even if Timir conceded defeat, he didn't stop, but raised his head, signaling Timir to stand up and fight again.

When Timer finally managed to dodge or block the attack of the Silver Helmets, the Silver Helmets would subtly change their moves and beat Timir to shame again.

Whether it is a dream or reality, Timir is growing rapidly.At the beginning, he would still be ecstatic because he dodged or hit the silver helmet warrior, until one day he suddenly realized that although the silent man in front of him broke into his dream inexplicably, he really had his own special power. way to teach him.

Timmel came to understand that fighting an opponent was a life-and-death struggle, not a game.Fortunately, it is now in a dream, no matter how much pain and embarrassment it causes him, it will not endanger his life.But if this silver-helmed warrior was one of those warriors who snatched Marlena away, he might have died countless times already.He began to take every fight with the Silver Helmet seriously, and after waking up, he would repeatedly think about how to defeat the Silver Helmet the next time he met.

As the number of meetings increased, Timir felt that the silver-helmed warrior in his dream gave him a strong sense of familiarity, as if he had known each other for many years.

When Timir felt that he was strong enough and excitedly wanted to share this secret with Maya, he unexpectedly heard the news from Marlena.

Maya seemed to have drunk some wine that day, and she was a little drunk, and her voice was very loud.Although Zall tried his best to appease, he couldn't stop Maya from choking on herself.

On the night she was captured, Marlena was killed on the spot for the crime of intending to assassinate the Lord of Taige City, and she didn't even know where her body was thrown.

When Maya brought a small bag of gold coins to see the angel, she didn't know that Malena was dead.The envoy accepted the gold coins unceremoniously, and then told Maya Malena the news of her death...

Timir's eyes suddenly turned red, and he told himself to become stronger, to avenge Marlena, and to protect others from harm.

He began to practice harder, wishing to dream of the Silver Helmed Knight even more, and falling asleep and dreaming every night became what Timir looked forward to most.There was even a period of time when he lay in bed early every day waiting to fall asleep.It's a pity that not everyone can dream of the Silver Helmets after falling asleep.Sometimes, I can dream once in a few days, and sometimes, it takes more than half a month.

Marlena's death unexpectedly made Timur mature rapidly.He has become silent. Although his personality is still likable and he often smiles shyly, he has completely lost the cute and innocent expression he once had.

The silver-helmed warrior seemed to understand Timir's mood, and when they met in a dream, he accidentally patted Timir on the shoulder.Although he didn't say anything, Timir really felt the urge to cry at that moment in that comforting gesture.

Battles are always boring, but Timir found himself more and more addicted to the crisp sound of weapons colliding, and preferred the feeling of exhaustion after exhausting all his strength.

From the lack of backhand at the beginning to the application of what he learned later, Timir applied all the skills he learned from the silver helmet warrior to the fight. The sparring between the silver helmet knight and Timir It is no longer simply teaching, but has the meaning of learning from each other.

Timir found that whenever he successfully hit the silver helmet warrior, the silver helmet warrior would always nod unconsciously, as if to praise.This made him a little happy.

As time went by, the Silver Helmet nodded more and more, and every time he nodded, Timir could always feel that the stern gaze became tender in an instant.

How nice it would be if the Silver Helmets were his father!Every time Timir wakes up from a dream, he always closes his eyes and thinks about it for a while.

Timir wanted to tell the Silver Helm that he was very much like his father.However, Timmir didn't get a chance to say it.

Regardless of whether Timir fell asleep early every night, the Silver Helmet hadn't appeared in his dreams for half a year.Until one day, Timir suddenly realized that the Silver Helmet might not come again... A sense of loss welled up in his heart, and he thought of many new tricks that he hadn't tried, let alone defeating the Silver Helmet... Really Never see you again?

Timir understood from the fight with the Silver Helmets that actual combat is the best way to improve strength. Everyone has their own unique habits and fighting styles. If they only use fixed moves to attack or resist, they are the most stupid way.He even learned how to use the changes in air flow to perceive his presence and attack direction when the opponent is not within his field of vision.

Regardless of whether the Silver Helmet will appear again, Timir told himself that he must keep practicing!This may be another way of saying thanks.

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Splash's central island is no longer the peace it used to be.The unexplained fury of the God, who had not sent an oracle for a long time, caused the central island to lose the sunshine of the sun for ten consecutive days.

The hymns that always floated on the central island turned into countless murmured prayers. The worshipers and warriors of grace waited restlessly outside the hall, expecting to meet the inheritor of the god—Arian.

Although Arian was in the main hall, he could feel the atmosphere of panic pervading the entire central island.He was not afraid, but was suppressed by a powerful force and knelt on the ground, his body trembling slightly due to the huge pressure.

He has always been a very restrained person.But all restraint is useless before God.Because of the power of God, it is simply impossible to compete.

A humming vibration spread out like ripples, spreading from the main hall to the entire central island. All the envoys on the central island couldn't help but cover their ears, feeling like they had a splitting headache.

God is angry!This idea jumped out of everyone's minds, as if God directly sent His anger into their minds, and they didn't even have a chance to resist. They could only prostrate on the ground, praying in a low voice, hoping to extinguish God's anger.

Arian was the most direct recipient of God's Wrath. He felt that his internal organs seemed to be squeezed for an instant, causing countless wounds to burst.But as long as it is in the temple, no matter what kind of wound it is, it can be intact in the blink of an eye.

In this way, Arien went back and forth between rupture and integrity, no matter how restrained Arian was, he couldn't restrain the blood from the corner of his lips, a crack appeared on his cold and handsome face, the expression of indifference and pain intertwined, making him look a bit fragile .

God's wrath did not last long.Everyone on the Central Island soon discovered that the dark clouds covering the sun had dispersed, and the warm sunshine was shining again, and the majestic Watchman Temple was still shining with divine light.

Arien walked out of the temple and told everyone calmly that God's anger had subsided.His blond hair was not tied back as usual, but fell loose, making his face paler.

When he turned around and stepped into the temple again, the worshipers and the charismatic warriors could clearly see the tall and steady back of the inheritor of the god, which was reassuring.

God bestows happiness, God bestows joy, and everything will be dedicated to the supreme God and the inheritors of God... They knelt on one knee and prayed to Arian's back.

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It was very refreshing to be beaten today... Am I really an M physique? ==