My summons are weird

"In the summer of 274 in the new calendar of Mela, there was a severe flood, the fields were destroyed, and plagues abounded. There were 37 cities whose taxes did not decrease but increased, and half of the empire's relief food went to the hands of nobles. The food caused a commotion and was subsequently suppressed. The following year, the investigation found that 430,000 new slaves were added to the thirty-seven cities, and the number of deaths...is unknown."

"In the 276th year of the new calendar of Mela, there was a severe drought in the Civita area, and seventeen cities were affected by the disaster, and there was no harvest. The various tribes in Civita asked the lord to delay the harvest, but were rejected. Those without slave status would rather flee from famine than become slaves. .The next year, the Civita area encountered an unprecedented number of beasts that had not been seen in decades."

"In the 277th year of the new calendar of Mera, there was a severe drought in Shaman. The lord treasury stored more than three years and refused to release relief, forcing the people to volunteer as slaves."

The snow monster paused and jumped in time: "In the 570th year of the new calendar of Mera, Shaman's poisonous fog caused 150,000 casualties. Because many noble princes were involved in the incident, and most of the deaths and injuries were from alien races, it finally disappeared. .”

"In the 571st year of the new calendar of Mera, the Shortland plague, the lord bewitched the aliens to 'voluntarily' participate in the potion experiment, backfired, and the corpse exploded, causing the plague to spread. The cat-eared tribe was empty, the black owl reported, and the army blocked it. The truth was buried."

"Stop it!" Royer roared, his eyes were red at the moment.

He was afraid of shaking himself.

"Unbearable?" the snow monster asked, "I said, unlike you, I exist in the history you read, and I have witnessed one after another disgusting vicious cycle. Not only Solon The Theocracy, Sligo, Cordzon, Kraken, Elf... Haha, maybe there is no need to name them, because all races, all of them, all of them!"

"Destruction has never been my first choice. When the darkness of each era is extremely dark, there have been heroic deeds that have made my heart surge. They shine on the earth like a brilliant sun, dispel the darkness, and warm the scarred lives."

"Devik V and VII of Solon, Ratten of Sligo, Sir Niland, Knights of the Exalted in Cordzon, Pope Laurent of the Theocracy... Besides, there are many, many others. , They strengthened their hearts in the dark, and continued the last glory for the glory that has gone away."

Royer's body became weaker and weaker, and he saw a confused self on the knife surface dripping with rain.

The snow monster sighed, and an indescribable sadness appeared on that stone-like face.

"That is a miracle. The light they released echoed each other in the long history, inscribed the praises of the history books of their deeds, and guided the people to believe and look forward to the future. However, their light is so short in the long river of history, moving forward Backwards, in darkness."

"The miracle they built has become capital that mediocre, incompetent, and tyrannical people can squander. The creatures that rule this land remain unchanged, decayed, selfish, and cruel!"

Royer felt a hostility in his chest, and he yelled angrily: "So you want to attract disaster, and make the miserable people on this land even more desperate, eaten away, and abandoned!"

"Assassinating Divic was one of the few things I did on the spur of the moment. I was sober from my obsession the moment the spear came out." The snow monster said, "If he dies, nothing will change. I have always known this fact. But after comparing it with the option of releasing the dip...I chose to try."

"You are hesitating, and it is now. It is because of this that you choose to bring me here. You long for someone to stop your madness!"

The Yeti shook his head firmly.

"For hundreds of years, I have always had unrealistic fantasies, thinking that this land will usher in self-examination at a certain moment, and the festering and festering wounds will heal naturally." The snow monster laughed at himself, "I was wrong, Not at all!"

"What happened in the past is still happening now, and it will happen again in the future. No one really learns the lesson and wakes up in time, they just become numb and hope that the reckoning will always be tomorrow, or even never come."

"I was the same as you in the past. I felt pity for these unarmed, sallow and emaciated poor people, thinking that they shouldn't fall into a more desperate situation, but I gradually realized..."

"Kindness cannot change the status quo," said the snow monster.

There was no trace of anger in the calm tone, and no light could be seen in the eyes looking into the distance.

Sects deceive people, schools monopolize knowledge, nobles are greedy and shallow, royal families are conservative and selfish...

The Yeti no longer has any hope for the future that can be seen if this era continues.

He has seen many miracles in the past hundreds of years, lifted up the plummeting empire, and in the end, there were only a few more memorable stories and heroes in the history books, but the reality remained unchanged.

Disappointment again and again made his heart numb.

"It is precisely because of the indecision all this time that this land is like a pool of stagnant water." The snow monster took a deep breath, "The boundless pain will come to a short end after today, and everything will be reborn."

Royer stood up. Although he was trembling, he found the persistence in his heart.

"I'll stop you."

He stepped back and took hold of the knife, fortitude returning to his face once more.

"It's stupid. You agree with me and understand me. You who walk on Mera see the same scene as me. The snake people at the foot of the snow-capped mountains on the west side of the Theocracy like to use poison as medicine. There is a saying in their tribe' Poison can kill, but it can also save people'. The impregnated spirit is both poison and antidote!"

Royer was silent, tilted his knife, lowered his center of gravity, and locked on the snow monster with his murderous eyes.

"You don't understand, just like me when I found Dyeing, I still have a sliver of hope for this land." The snow monster turned his back on Royer and returned to the spot, pulled out his spear, and gave his final advice earnestly, "Give up Well, the faint light does not illuminate all this, if you still raise your knife to block my way... you will die."

Snow fell suddenly in the pouring rain, and the fine ice slapped on Royer's face.

With the snow monster as the center, the earth began to freeze, and the bone-chilling chill snaked forward like a snake, and everything withered wherever it went.

With a speed comparable to that of an electric arc jumping in the dark clouds, Royer's saber light pierced through the heavy rain curtain and reached the snow monster's face with a mournful howl.

The skills honed by the sixth-level warriors over a long period of time were brought to the extreme by him. The split wind and rain froze in the air at first, and then were carried forward by the blade.

This blow is enough to cut off the dragon's sharp claws.

The snow monster didn't move, and the moment Royer pulled out the knife, he chanted obscure words softly. It was a magical voice that human vocal organs could not easily imitate. The wonderful rhythm activated the surrounding magic power, and the cold mist enveloped the snow monster in the blink of an eye.

The ruthless knife touched the layer of white mist that was as thin as a veil, and all its strength was quickly removed, as if it was swallowed by an invisible giant beast that could not be seen.

Another knife, the wind of the knife overturned the ground, bringing up the wet soil, and the muddy yellow "waterline" was once again swallowed by the white mist.

Boring, monotonous, and not gorgeous scenes, this is a true portrayal of the battle between warriors and magicians.

Sea monsters are born with affinity for magic, and their ability to awaken, almost "speaking spirits" allows some of them to have more choices.

Martial arts have never been the snow monster's best, but magic is.

The snow monster standing behind the white mist closed its eyes: "The hope you long for, like a warrior, is something that has been abandoned by the times."

"For this knife, how many times have you practiced swinging your arms?"

"For this moment, how much sweat did you do your best?"

"The road is blocked, let's change it."

Royer, who had swung two knives with all his strength, was trembling with his right hand at this moment. The force beyond his arm made him unable to hold the long knife he relied on most.

Royer tore up his coat, tied his hands and knife to death.

No matter how one forges oneself, it is still out of reach to break through the limits of the physical body. Trapped by the times, the only way for warriors to take that step forward is to overdraw themselves.

Royer had awakened a long time ago, but the Yeti saw through everything.

The high-pitched chant drew the rain from the sky, and a pair of giant hands solidified on top of Royer's head, pressing down hard while blood was dripping from his right arm.

Royer, who was focused on the front, had already reacted. He wanted to cut through the menacing seventh-level magic, but the white mist that suddenly hit distracted his attention. In the next second, he was knocked to the ground by the giant flowing water hand ,lose consciousness.

"You forgot, I'm also a warrior." Facing the comatose Royer, the snow monster let go of his arrogance for the first time, with a hint of admiration in his tone.

The snow monster restrained Royer with magic power, took out the potion he carried with him, and applied it to his right arm.

Looking at Royer's callused hands and his face that didn't match his age, the Yeti was a little disappointed.

The gap between magic and martial arts is getting bigger and bigger. When an enlightened warrior tries to defeat a more powerful magician, his only choice is to burn himself and break through the limits of his body.

Even so, his fatal blow could still be deflected by the magician with fancy and practical magic.

Tier 6 is strong enough, but not enough to deal with him.

The Yeti didn't intend to kill Royer, there weren't many people as stupid as him in this day and age.

"I hope you don't stay so stupid..."

Leaving behind the magic messenger to deliver the final message, the snow monster walked to the seaside without hesitation, and plunged headlong into it.

The snow monster's legs were close together, and the water elements filling the surroundings rushed towards him quickly. In the soft singing, the huge snake tail replaced the snow monster's lower body. He swung his tail vigorously, stirring the sea water, all the way to the dark and cold Go under the sea.

There has been no intelligent life activity in this area for hundreds of years, and it is dead silent.

Occasionally saw a few small fish, their eyes were glazed over, and their body movements were slow and sluggish-they didn't become a source of pollution, but the infestation did affect them.

Without the use of lighting magic, the racial talent allowed him to quickly lock onto the giant standing quietly on the seabed after a quick dive.

Not only courage is needed to get close, strong anxiety occupied the snow monster's heart the moment it entered the field of vision, it was a kind of fear that made people eager to roar out, not from the dark and deep environment, but from from "it".

Half submerged in the sea mud, it maintained a half-kneeling posture. Through the translucent dark purple spindle-shaped head, the snow monster resisted the discomfort and confirmed the strange light spots that flickered rhythmically.

Dipping, it's in it.

Having confirmed the basic operation method of the carrier that maintains its existence, the Yeti raised his hand, and the moment the magic power surged, he froze for a moment, but the next second...

The snow monster resolutely pulls the pure water elements from all directions to gather around its body, and the waves created by the surging magic power sweep away the sea mud that covered the giant. There was a "storm."

The light spots jumped rapidly, and the quiet dark purple light gradually became dazzling.

Like a shark smelling blood, "it" slowly raised its head—or rather, its upper body.

The huge spindle-shaped head flickered with purple light, and an invisible vortex formed instantly, and the ubiquitous magic power was drawn and swallowed.

Following the magic power of the snow monster, the crystal giant stood up, and the magic-breaking crystal mirror that had not seen any signs of wear and tear after a long time reflected one snow monster after another, just like the LCD TV counters in supermarkets. If this is not the deep sea, maybe Will be more like some.

This weird and terrifying scene didn't make the snow monster flinch. Like Royer who was sacrificing his life, he had long since awakened.

"Come on... come with me."

"For this suffocating, embracing closed era, in exchange for the next brilliant possibility."

"Please, soak this land!"

If you go out for dinner at night, you may not be able to update it. It’s better to catch fish in advance. You don’t need to private message me to ask me what the impregnated spirit is. I can only tell you that it has appeared, and more than once.