Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

Half a year is not a long time. For those races of mythical creatures, it may even be just a period of confusion, just spent like this.

But if there is any big change about to happen, this time is completely enough, such as a quietly planned conspiracy, a secret message from an unknown source, an uncontrollable madness, causing turmoil in the entire ethnic group, and the corresponding Resist.

The curtain of shadow moves beyond the sunlight.

"Amani said this is an opportunity, an opportunity for us to gain a firm ally. The giants who have lost their gods need a new patriarch, or in other words, a new direction."

"The price is the death of the Giant King. This must be done quickly enough to leave as few doubts as possible."

"Also, she mentioned the 'Harvest Goddess' and another existence who needs our help..."

"Secret authority is really practical. So this time, it's best not to involve the War Legion."

"They will guard Chaoyang City. Several other nearby settlements have begun to form the prototype of towns and can continue to develop."

When Sasril said this, he paused for a few seconds before continuing: "After we accepted the mixed-blood elves who came one after another, some vampires also arrived at the settlement in the east, but they still stayed on the sidelines."

"It doesn't matter. We will make a decision after the giant clan matter comes to an end." Daribog squeezed his temples tiredly. Although this action was meaningless, it could make him feel some relief mentally.

Darborg looked at the imaginary map in front of him, with dotted lines drawn in red and green. His targets and enemies were distributed on it, making the land and sea look messy.

This reminded Dazhberg of the little bird that frequently helped him maintain his condition: "Zoya is still with Ourolius. Is there anything unexpected?"

"Yes, He is... trying hard to learn to fly recently." Saslier couldn't hold back his smile and raised the corners of his mouth.

Dazhberg looked at Saslier in confusion: "Your proposal?"

"It's a good thing that He accepted the proposal." Saslier replied frankly, without hiding his pleasure, ""

"I hope Amani won't have any objections to this when she sees Zoya again..."

"We should be lucky that she doesn't know the origin of the name Zoya."

Daribog laughed dryly, raised his hand and clicked on the circle with the densest red dots on the map: "This time we have to face a more head-on battle, and we can no longer use tricks."

"Herabogen claimed that they still have not found any trace of the Nightmare Dragon."

Dariborg was silent for two seconds and shook his head: "He is telling the truth. The more I come into contact with the power of 'Utopia', the more I can feel its specialness. If the 'Dragon of Utopia' has any plans, it will definitely not Any clues will be left for others.”

Saslier clicked on the north of the map: "Grey Carrie's 'City of the Dead' has been expanding at an exaggerated rate recently. Because of the specificity of the Phoenix tribe, I refused to send people to explore it from Oseikus. Proposal, it’s not worth sacrificing manpower for.”

Dazhberg stared at the place where Saslier had touched, frowning and thinking for a moment: "Let's wait until the current trouble is over. Are you mentioning this matter because you have already investigated it?"

"Yeah, there's something there that's not part of the real world."

"It doesn't matter, we will figure it out." Darborg paused and added, "Or find a way to reason with the ancestor of the Phoenix tribe."

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"Ha! If this was on a real battlefield, you would not even have ashes left!" Medici's arrogant strange laughter echoed on the training ground, "You want fairness? Let me tell you, the words of the winner That’s the truth!”

Ouroleus stood at the edge of the training ground. In front of him was a thick hay mat, and a skylark emerged from it with its head shaking, vigorously shaking off the grass stems stuck between its feathers.

Progress in getting this bird to learn to fly, so far, has been zero.

Neither Ourolius nor Zoya was distracted to pay attention to the situation on the other side of the training ground - Medici was "training" the new members who were about to join the war legion, or to use a more appropriate term, torturing the rookies.

In terms of combat experience, Leodro was far from a rookie, but in the face of a born mythical creature, his counterattacks were almost in vain, and all his struggles were meaningless.

Having just taken the magic potion a few days ago and completed the sequence ability, when facing Medici, not only did he have no physical or mental advantage, but he was also suppressed by the opponent's excessive sequence, and repeatedly lost his mind in provocations.

However, what Medici and Leodro didn't know was that such a provocative and furious confrontation had inadvertently promoted Leodro's role as "Storm Guard".

This allowed him to master his extraordinary power more quickly and effectively restrain his escaping spirituality, so that he would not be on the verge of losing control due to excessive consumption under Medici's recent attacks.

Oseikus is not as idle as Medici. He was promoted to "The Dark One" not long ago. He was simply pulled by Medici to familiarize himself with his abilities for a few days. After adapting to the perception after promotion in battle, Oseikus became decisive. He rejected Medici's "invitation" and went back to assist Saslier in his work.

Medici did not taunt Sasril out of respect for him, but he always found something to kill time...

So Medici's target turned to Leodro.

At this time, Leodro was lying on the hard ground of the training ground. His skin was blackened by the fire everywhere. His whole body exuded a burnt smell, which mainly came from the few clothes he had left—— Now there are only a few rags left that can maintain dignity.

Although it looked scary, Leodro's injury was not that serious. Medici controlled the lethality of the flames with such precision that it did not even affect Leodro's ability to get back up.

Then he faced a new wave of attacks.

Putting aside the flashy fire crow, Medici used pure close combat skills to once again launch Leodro violently away, causing him to fall heavily to the ground.

This time Leodro failed to get up quickly. He lay on his back on the ground, looking at the golden sunlight above his head, feeling that his vision was blurry.

Medici shook his arm. This level of fighting was not even a warm-up for him. He bared his teeth at Leodro arrogantly, and then strode towards Ourolyos at the edge of the training ground.

Ourolius was leaning over, picking up the skylark from the pile of hay, and then holding it high.

Zoya jumped up hard on the hand of Ourolius, and opened her wings as she jumped into the air - then she froze there, falling straight down from the air, and fell into the thick layer of hay again. On the mat.

Medici patted Ourolius on the shoulder and laughed unceremoniously. It took him a while to catch his breath: "To be honest, Orochi, I think Zoya may be the stupidest sparrow I have ever seen. .”

Ourolius glanced at Medici strangely: "It's not a sparrow, it's a skylark."

"I know, it's that kind of bird!" Medici gestured casually, but judging from his gesture, he just punched the air and had nothing to do with the bird.

Zoya shook off the grass clippings from her body, and in a calm voice, she repeated the words He said most today: "Do it again."

Ourolius leaned over and picked up Skylark again. This was also the action he repeated most times today.

Medici observed the skylark's free fall again and couldn't help but sigh: "If you don't flap your wings, how long will you continue to have such flying lessons? I'm afraid that when the Lord spreads the glory to the entire continent, you will still be there. Gnawing on the haystack here.”

Zoya was silent for a while, then stretched her wings and folded them again, repeating this process several times: "I remember that there are also situations where you can fly by spreading your wings. Those tools that fly in the air do not need to flap their wings..."

Medici stretched out his hand, pinched the tip of Zoya's wing, and pulled Skylark up: "What flying tool in the air? What new things did those craftsmen make when they were lazy?"

"No...you put me down first."

The skylark's body froze, and its feet were dangling farther and farther away from the straw, but the tips of its wings were still tightly held in Medici's hand. Such a bad grabbing method made Zoya very uncomfortable.

Next to him, Ourolius also looked very nervous: "Medici, you heard what He said, put Zoya down first..."

Of course Medici would not let go. He even shook the skylark back and forth even more maliciously, and said triumphantly: "Then you should know about the dragon, right? When the dragon flies, its wings also flap up and down. Look, it's like this--"

"Medici, let me go." Although her sharp mouth opened and closed, her voice was still so calm, but there was a trace of cold anger in Zoya's always gentle eyes.

The skylark did start to flap its wings, but it was to struggle out of Medici's wrist and to get as far away from him as possible.

Medici grinned and nodded: "Okay, this is what you said, then I will let you go!"

He flicked his wrist extra hard, like throwing up a ball of lead, and threw the skylark into the sky.

When dealing with Zoya, Medici did not restrain any strength. Anyway, he was very sure that Zoya would always have a way to protect herself, such as the "restart" that looked back in time.

Ouroleus's eyes widened and he looked up at the skylark's small shadow. It drew an arc in the air, rose more than ten meters, and then changed its trajectory and fell to the ground.

Zoya did not use her extraordinary ability, but tried to flap her wings. Coerced by the airflow and wind, she spread her wings, and then waved them up and down vigorously.

The skylark's figure gradually enlarged in the sights of Medici and Ouroleus, then it flapped its wings and swayed in the air to draw a twisted arc - and finally landed on Leodro's body.

Leodro, who was already semi-conscious, suddenly felt something hit his wound. The instant pain brought him back to consciousness, and he got up from the ground with a start.

The skylark flapped its wings and jumped into the air again, flying straight in the direction of Medici. Medici stood there nonchalantly, so the skylark hit him on the hard forehead.

Ourolius opened his palms and caught the skylark that was rolling due to dizziness.

Medici folded his hands on his chest and raised his chin: "Look, my method is faster, right?"