Create the Age of Magic

"What are they? If you tell me not to approach them, at least tell me their characteristics." Horn asked with a headache.

"Two were released, one was the thousand-eyed cursed dragon Sagator, and the other was a terrifying giant beast in the deep sea. As for the other one that was sealed, one was sealed in the northern ice continent. The Ice Demon God of the Abyss.

The other one is sealed in the ground, it is a green indescribable mass, I don't know what it is actually, that guy may not be very strong, but it is very dangerous. "

What Mortia said was the same as the frightening horror stories that Horn heard when he was a child. There are some evil monsters there, and he can't go there, but now Horn knows that they are all real.

The big devil is standing in front of him, how can Horn deny the existence of the other four?

Having said everything that needs to be said, Mortia continued to work on the rocking chair and continued to read the little pornographic book, "I have said everything that needs to be said. You will know how to contact me when you become a legend, but don't contact me before you become a legend." Come to me again, I don't want to be discovered by others."

He issued an eviction order, so Horn naturally shouldn't stay here anymore. In fact, he didn't want to stay here for a moment. He chatted here for a long time, and Annie and the others outside should be anxious.

After Horn left, an old voice sounded from the water tank containing plants, "Master, do you really think this human will go that far in the end?"

"Otherwise, the will of the world thinks that if they master him, they can turn things around, but the magic of this human being is the most wonderful thing I have ever seen. His future is limitless, at least it cannot be controlled by the will of the world that is about to fall into a deep sleep." Mortia said to the water tank while flipping through the book.

"But master, will he really follow your instructions, and will he really come to help you in the end?"

"With his personality, he will. After all, I didn't lie about this matter. He will make the right choice." Motia poured a ball of energy into the water tank.

"You'd better stay in your water tank. There is no time for a hundred years, so don't think about it anymore."

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Horn did not choose to go to Annie and the others immediately, but first gave Annie a safe signal, and then walked towards them on foot. Mortia had given him too much information, he needed some time to sort it out, and Make minimal plans for the future.

"Should I trust him or not?"

Horn shook his head with a wry smile, the conversation with Mortia messed up all his plans, for a moment he didn't know how to choose.

The will of the world pointed out an extremely flat road to Horn. Along this road, Horn can become a legendary powerhouse very smoothly, and may even become an existence above the legend, but that road is not what Horn wants. Go, and always give Horn a sense of unreality.

And Motia turned the road given to Horn by the will of the world into a sea of ​​swords and flames. Although this road was difficult to walk, it allowed Horn to see the truth.

But Mortia is a devil, just relying on that evil aura, Horn shouldn't believe him, but the 280-year deadline is pressing Horn tightly like a time bomb, making him have to spend time in this period. Make a choice within time.

All kinds of things are mixed together, like a mess, all kinds of contradictory choices are placed in front of him, he really hopes that Douglas is by his side now, can guide him the way, now he really doesn't know Should go in that direction.

Originally, the only thing before him was to develop the Magic Council. It was very simple, as long as he became strong enough to kill all the gods and destroy the church, he could solve it. But now the situation has become more complicated.

"Sir, do you want to buy flowers?" A ten-year-old girl with braids stood in front of Horn, holding a large basket of weird flowers, and asked with her head raised.

"This city is full of flowers, I can see them everywhere, why should I buy yours?" Horn laughed, and temporarily put aside his troubles, this little girl is cute and beautiful, she doesn't seem to be selling flowers on the street The poor girl in the house looks like a rich lady.

"But my flowers only bloom for a few days every year. If you don't buy them for these two days, you won't be able to see them this year." The little girl said seriously, as if the flowers in her hand were some kind of urgent commodity.

If you don't buy it now, you won't see it this year...

Horn was stunned by the little girl's words, and then he realized that there was no need for him to be so entangled now. It would take more than two hundred years for what Mortia said to happen, and his only thirty years ago. Just how old.

Instead of worrying about the future, it's better to do the present well first. What he needs to do most now is to bring Annie and the others back to the Land Abandoned by God, and then complete the wedding with Annie.

Then he wants to improve his strength and develop the council. In short, he has to do the current thing well before he is qualified to consider those big things.

Horn took out a few gold coins and put them in the little girl's hands, and took her flowers, but the little girl grabbed her by the corner of her clothes.

"You don't need so much, don't you? It's okay. The rest of the money is just to thank you for making me think about it." Horn said with a gentle smile.

The little girl shook her head, pointed to the writing on the flower frame and said, "No, it's because you didn't pay enough. This kind of flower only blooms these few days, so it's very expensive."

Horn glanced at the writing, five silver coins a piece, and this basket must have at least fifty or sixty pieces, that is, at least twenty gold coins.

"You're such a smart little ghost." Horn rolled his eyes. Around the girl, there were several strong guards following in the dark. It seemed that they should be from a wealthy family to play.

But the flowers were still pretty, and Horn didn't bother to care about the little money, so he threw the small money bag at his waist to the girl, and left with the basket of flowers in his arms.

After he left, the girl's cheers could be faintly heard, saying something like I finally made money.

Everyone has their own life, Horn thinks about the life and death of the whole witch group, and the little girl may be happiest when she sells her flowers.

After figuring it out, Horn didn't stay on the street, and flew directly to Annie and the others for a while.

"What happened after you passed?" Annie asked with concern.

"Nothing happened, I just met an old friend." What Motia said, Horn didn't want to tell anyone, at least not now, telling them now would only increase their reputation It's just trouble.

He will choose an appropriate time to tell everyone in the council about these things, and then face the coming crisis together, but not now.