Silver Dragon [Western Fantasy]

As soon as Samir stepped up the stairs, his whole body was suddenly enveloped in darkness.He couldn't see anything except the stairs going up under his feet, and there were faint voices like a child crying.The lively scene downstairs is still the same, but the noisy drinking and talking and laughing have become distant and blurred.

Samir walked up the stairs slowly, and there was a very long corridor in front of him, with murals hanging on both sides of the corridor, and a small door at the end.Samir's field of vision at this time is a bit strange. He seems to be looking at himself standing at the head of the stairs from a higher place. The small door at the end is the focus of the picture. Everything around him is eroded by darkness, and those murals also exude ominous and weird breath.

It was completely dark behind him, and the stairs disappeared, only a faint light in the corridor leading to the small door.

Samir slowly walked through the overly long corridor. The portrait on the mural was watching him. Samir used his consciousness to explore the space ring, which contained several magic scrolls and holy water from the Temple of Light.

Before, he gave Joe most of the magic scrolls and holy relics, and he didn't add any more after that.

Samir walked up to the small door and was about to push it in when he heard a voice from inside the house.

"Please, open the door..."

"I want to go to the banquet..."

"Let me meet my father, please..."

The small door slammed violently from inside, and the screaming and crying of the people inside echoed in the corridor.After a while, a maid came out from the darkness and said softly, "Second Young Master, you can't go out."

"……why?"

"Your body has not recovered yet, please rest in peace."

"I'm ready, please, open the door and let me see my father."

The maid stood far away from the door, repeating the sentence softly: "You can't go out."

The voice inside gradually weakened. Samir lowered his head and saw a small hole with a slip button under the door. There were bloodstains of different shades on the edge of the small hole.

And the wooden door was locked from the outside.

Samir pinched the heavy lock, used a lockpicking technique, and opened the door.

Inside the door is a very spacious bedroom with a bed in the center, except for this bed, there is nothing in the bedroom.

Samir walked to the bed calmly, and there was a young man with a delicate pale face and a slender body lying on the bed.

Samir sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at him with his head down.

This boy should be the second son of Marquis Hill, that is, the second young master.He was in a deep sleep, and there were red tears in the corners of his eyes, looking pitiful.What is even more surprising is that he wore an iron collar around his neck, and the chain behind the collar spread all the way to the wall.His hands were neatly placed on his abdomen, and heavy shackles were put on his wrists and ankles.

The sickly boy was sleeping and recuperating on the bed, but the thick collar was pressing on his slender and fragile neck, and the pitch-black chain made the picture even more weird.

The boy suddenly opened his eyes and said quietly, "Father, have you come to see me?"

His voice was low and hoarse, with fragile longing and wary anticipation.

"We haven't seen each other for ten years..." The boy reached out and touched the collar on his neck. This action revealed the wound on his wrist. The delicate skin had been rubbed against the shackles for a long time, and it was bleeding and scarring constantly. It became an old scar.

"I don't understand, what did I do wrong?" The boy said sadly, "Can you help me untie it, it's too heavy, I feel so uncomfortable..."

Samir leaned slightly, and his silver hair poured down like a falling galaxy.

The windows of this room were opened very high, and the moonlight was pouring in through the small gap, passing through the roses and roses clinging to the wall, and falling right on Samir.

Samir stretched out his hand under the moonlight, a bit of bright moonlight slipped from his wrist to his fingertips.He slowly put his hand on the collar around the boy's neck, and said softly, "You've got the wrong person."

The young man looked at him blankly, and after a while, asked, "Are you here to rescue me?"

Samir: "No."

The air fell into a moment of silence, Samir withdrew his hand and asked, "Why are you locked up here?"

The boy shook his head: "I don't know, my father said I was sick..."

"What disease?"

The boy fell silent and didn't speak.

"Even if you are sick, you shouldn't be locked up." Samir sighed, "It's so pitiful."

The boy asked, "Can you untie the chain for me?"

"Why untie it?"

"...I want to go down to the banquet."

The young man tilted his head slightly, showing an attitude of listening. He half-closed his eyes and said with emotion: "Listen, it's so lively, I really want to go down and have a look."

As his voice fell, the noise of the banquet also rang in Samir's ears.He touched the staff behind him calmly and asked, "Why are you locked up here?"

The teenager said: "I don't know...I also want to ask my father, but we haven't seen each other for ten years."

"The last time I met was when I was eight years old. He celebrated my birthday and held a grand banquet. Many people came... After the banquet, I woke up and was locked in this room inside."

"At first there was no chain. They used the small hole in the door to provide me with food. One day, I stretched out my hand through the hole and asked the maid to let me out... Later, they put a chain on me."

"My father and elder brother never came to see me, and those maids stayed away from me. They said that I was possessed by a demon..."

Samir snorted, "This is your disease."

The boy grabbed his hand and said eagerly: "I am not sick, nor am I possessed by a demon. This is just an excuse from my father! Feel my face, my body, and my soul. Never touched by a demon."

Samir took his hand and stroked the boy's body, narrowing his eyes slightly.

"I have never done anything, why should I be treated like this." Tears welled up in the boy's eyes, and his black pupils were wet: "No one talks to me, no one comes to visit me, I am locked here for a whole day Ten years! They even want me to really die in this cell..."

"Obviously my brother lied to my father. He lied to my father that I was possessed by a demon. He brought people from the church, that liar—he just didn't want me to share his property. I heard it all!"

"I just want to go down and look at the sun and the roses in the yard..." The young man's voice gradually became hoarse and became more and more vague: "What did I do wrong—!"

Samir said, "Because you're sick."

The boy looked at him suspiciously.

Samir put his hand on the collar around his neck and asked, "What's your name?"

The boy was startled, and replied, "Garcia Hill."

"Garcia Hill, your brother and your father didn't lie to you." Samir opened the heavy black collar around his neck, revealing his slender and fragile neck: "You are indeed possessed by a demon."

Garcia looked at him blankly and shocked, but soon, there was only darkness in his eye sockets, and the shackles wrapped around him turned into black lines.The young man raised his head slightly, his pale lips made a hoarse hiss like a snake.

He stretched out his hands and tightly hugged Samir's shoulders. The released demon split its lips, and its eyes were bent into exaggerated arcs, like a distorted mask.

"I like you--"

"Come—accompany—me——"

The black chain was wrapped around Samir's neck, and Samir soon felt a burst of suffocation. The boy's body was getting closer and closer to him, and Samir could almost see the blackness in his eyes like a whirlpool.

Wei An should have gone through this process too, but he couldn't make it through and was possessed by a demon.

What about "Garcia Hill", where does he exist?

Samir stretched out his hand and crushed the chain around his neck abruptly. He took out the staff he had prepared, and an elemental missile sent the demon flying.

A thick black mist dispersed from the demon's body, and his body quickly recovered.

Demons are different from undead creatures, and holy water or holy symbols have little effect on them.

Demons live in another plane. If they want to appear on Redrath, they must find a host to possess. Most of the time, they choose babies.

Some demons will gradually merge as the baby grows, and gradually, the two will become one.

So Garcia was indeed possessed by a demon since he was a child, but he himself knew nothing about it. It may be that there was a problem in the fusion process, or it might be something that the church person did. In short, the final As a result, the demon still occupied the body, but it also retained Garcia's consciousness.

That's why there is a play house game.

Samir flicked his staff, ready to fight.

I heard that demons have unique abilities and are very difficult to deal with. Each one is almost at the level of a great magister.

Even if Garcia's body is completely destroyed, it is only a minor injury to the demons, and they can find a new host.Not to mention that if it only caused damage to Garcia's body, it would hardly have any effect on the demon.

Why is it a bit like that necromancer, Samir clicked his tongue, but the level of necromancers is not as good as that of demons.

After fighting the demon for a few minutes, Samir found that he could barely deal with the demon, but if he continued, he would definitely be the one who was powerless.This is the home ground of the devil, he can continuously repair his wounds, but for Samir, it is restricted everywhere.

Samir dodged to avoid the demon's attack, and quickly tore open a healing scroll. White light flashed across Samir's arm, and his arm made a clicking sound.Just now, the demon wrapped a chain around his arm and strangled him so tightly that he almost strangled the arm.

It won't work like this, it's really a bit unbeatable.

It seems that this demon is not an ordinary demon from another plane, and his strength is stronger than Samir thought.However, Samir himself also lacks experience in fighting demons, and he has to be on guard against the special methods that demons may appear at any time.

Now who on Redlas Continent has experience in fighting demons? The last time demons appeared on a large scale was thousands of years ago!

Samir thought that there was really no way out, and he took out the rusty sword from the space ring.

The sword edge cut off the arm of that body, and the black mist gushed out from the boy's body, but this time it did not heal his wound.

The demon looked at the arm that fell to the ground in disbelief, and then at the sword in Samir's hand.

It was expected that this sword would be useful. Samir was not very happy. He looked at the blade and frowned slightly. As soon as he took it out, the rust spots would continue to spread, and soon it would be completely covered by rust. How long will the sword last?

Samir didn't want to take out this sword at all if it wasn't a critical time.

But now it is more important to deal with the demon first. Since this sword is useful, use it to kill the demon and save Vivienne.

Samir took a step forward, and at this moment, a cloud of black mist suddenly rushed towards him. Samir used three kinds of magic, expelling holy water and magic scrolls in the blink of an eye, but none of them could stop the mist.

Samir held the sword, looked around warily, and waited quietly.

A slender figure appeared from the end of the fog. Samir threw five or six elemental spells at the same time without hesitation. The fireball technique, water blade, wind knife, lightning ball, crackled and smashed on the person.

The figure waved his hand, and dismissed the magic lightly.He revealed his whole body from the mist, with blond waist-length hair, a beautiful face, and dark green eyes, just as deep and indifferent as when Samir saw him for the first time.

His beauty can only create a deep sense of distance, and even feel that his nobility, elegance, and indifference are taken for granted.

He is wearing a simple white robe with a long tail that drags on the ground. His body presents a natural beauty. Whether he appears next to the big tree under the moon or here, he can temporarily forget everything around him. .

Samir held the sword tightly, muscles all over his body tensed, like a foot precariously standing on the edge of a cliff, staring closely at the slender and graceful figure.

Why can he never calmly face the "ancestor of the elves".

The ancestor of the elves said: "Long time no see, Samir."

The ability of this demon is to create illusions.

After stepping into the black mist, Lan Luo quickly understood.He also saw that banquet and walked up the stairs. The difference is that he didn't talk so much to the young man Garcia. After seeing Garcia, he was sure that the demon was staying with the young man, so he directly forced the demon out up.

The demon reacted quickly, knowing that he was not an opponent, and directly locked Lan Luo in the illusion.

Although Vivienne's body is good, if she can occupy the body of the silver dragon, it will be a big profit for this trip.The devil thought so, as long as he took Samir's body, he would run away immediately and abandon the castle, which would be worthwhile.

Lan Luo stood in a black mist and was about to kill the demon when he heard familiar footsteps behind him.

"Where are you going?"

Lang Luo was stunned, and he didn't go any further.

A pair of arms wrapped around his waist from behind, and the other party stuck to his back, murmuring: "I've been looking for you for a long time, where have you been?"

Lan Luo turned around and saw the silver-haired boy raised his head. His eyes were blue, clean and moist, like the sky washed by rain.

It's been a long time since he saw Samir showing this kind of look to him, loving, trusting, close... There was even a hint of pampering in it.

After experiencing it again, he realized how much he missed that time.

"Why are you ignoring me?" Samir snorted softly, and naturally leaned forward, left a kiss on his lips, and then smiled triumphantly and shyly.

"Hey, it's time for a kiss." Samir said in a tone of taking advantage, and then looked at him expectantly: "Jin, can you stay with me?"

no.

Samir wouldn't say that.

It was Jin who wanted the other party to stay with him.

It was the ancestor of the elves who hid in the inner island of the elves and said nothing.

Lan Luo saw himself in the eyes of "Samir". The young elf was expressionless, in stark contrast to the lively "Samir".

I don't know who is the phantom.

Lan Luo gently pushed "Samir" away.

Mirage looked at him in bewilderment, with a hint of fear in his eyes.

"Don't be afraid." Lang Luo said, "I'll go find you."

Until I find you, this time, I will never give up again.

There is no need to look back.

I will do better this time.

……

"Long time no see." Samir said.

The ancestor of the elf slowly approached him, Samir could only watch helplessly, and then heard him ask: "Why did you suddenly disappear in the first place?"

His tone was very flat, but it still made Samir's heart tremble violently.

He knew it was such a problem.

Facing the phantom of the ancestor of the elves, Samir patted his chest and muttered to himself: "What exactly is this phantom created? Is it the person I fear the most?"

"Come on, I'm not afraid of you anymore." After Samir finished speaking, courage seemed to surge in his chest. He held the sword and rushed towards the ancestor of the elves.

"If you have to kill you to solve the demon, then I'm sorry." Samir's sword stabbed the ancestor of the elf in the chest: "As for that problem, I will explain it to you personally if I have a chance—if I have a chance."

The body of the ancestor of the elf disappeared, and when he reappeared, he was already behind Samir. A silver sword appeared in his hand, and he shook his head at Samir: "You have regressed."

Samir cursed in his heart a swear word in the dragon language.

What this illusion said was actually Samir’s own inner thoughts. For example, he was afraid that the ancestor of the elves would ask him that question. He felt that his sword skills had regressed after leaving the island of elves. Every sentence of this illusion accurately hit his heart. self-doubt.

Although he knew it was an illusion, Samir was still severely injured.

"If you regress, you will regress. Let me show you my magic." Samir said rather embarrassedly.

He raised his staff and threw some eighth-level elemental magic at the illusion, including some forbidden spells learned from Rodster.

He fought for a long time, consuming a lot of energy, but it had no effect on the phantom. The upper limit of the strength of this phantom is the level of the demon itself, and because he is in the phantom, his attack and weakness against Samir are clearer, making Samir more than before. Among the greater disadvantages.

Samir looked at the familiar figure and became even more familiar with the sword. After all, his swordsmanship was taught by the ancestor of the elves.

So every time he uses swordsmanship, Samir will think of the ancestor of the elves.He has switched to using magic, and for this reason he has specially learned elemental magic, which is good at attacking.

Samir frowned.

Can't go on like this.

Why, every time he faces the ancestor of the elves, he has to show timidity and escape.

Every time he made up his mind, it was only because Atlans was not there.Just like not saying that you want to lose weight at the meal point, it is meaningless.

Most people have an object of fear.

The memories inherited from the blood, the experiences in the process of growing up, accumulated over time - fear of life, fear of death, fear of time, fear of authority, fear of power, fear of an object, fear of meaningless existence, fear of powerlessness.

Fear is objective.

It is forgivable to withdraw, even temporarily, under the influence of fear.

But you can't be afraid forever.

Samir said to himself, I am going to move forward.

Go forward, go far enough, then look back and look at the past objectively.

The thing itself is not that scary.

Samir slowly opened his eyes.

Holding the sword, he looked at the elf ancestor with a calm gaze.

It's just an illusion.

"Actually, I've been wondering whether this sword belongs to you." Samir's fingertips ran across the blade. After this time, the sword should be completely rusted.

He raised his hand and rushed towards the elf ancestor, the tip of the sword shone with a faint blue light, it was the sword skill that Lancelot taught him.

The phantom of the ancestor of the elves did not move. This phantom was created with Samir's fear, but his fear suddenly disappeared just now.

Just when the tip of Samir's sword touched the chest of the ancestor of the elf, the phantom finally reacted, but it was too late at this time, the light of the tip of the sword suddenly brightened, and the sword cut through the black mist.

The scene in front of Samir's eyes changed rapidly, and finally settled into Vivian's frightened and shocked eyes.

"careful!"

With one hand around Samir's waist, he retreated quickly while holding him. Lan Luo held the sword in his right hand. The golden light centered on him and spread out suddenly. Countless golden sword shadows rushed around, and the entire castle collapsed. Lan Luo hugged Samir and hovered in the air.

The huge moon was right behind them, stretching their shadows long.Samir watched as the castle continued to make rumbling sounds, and two figures jumped out of the castle one after another.

Salz wiped his face and said to Samir: "Boss, are you going to murder me?"

Samir looked at "Vivian".

With that look just now, did Vivienne wake up?

"Vivian" pulled out a huge sickle from the air, and rushed towards Samir and the others.

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