Shaman from Afar

The dark pupil stared at the blue smoke floating on the candle, and the expressionless dark-haired wizard sat there like a sculpture, motionless as if half a century had passed.

The dark sky outside the window was lit with white light, and the long midnight was about to come to an end.

Ariel with a bleak smile stood on the spot, her eyes seemingly determined to be as firm as a certain determination; Astrael on the side kept her eyes on the bodies of the two people. Just stop.

In the end, the dark-haired wizard with his eyes wide opened slowly, with a very hesitant expression:

"How confident?"

The words fell, and there was still silence in the dark room.

Asrell stunned slightly. He was glared at the black eyes for the first time. The delicate face barely squeezed out a smile: "Dear, dear Loren, just those words that are just the side of the fake girl, you still I do n’t know the whole truth! "

"You don't even know who your enemy is, what their plan is, what their purpose and motivation are, it's not quite the same as you in the past ..."

The blond teenager stared at by the dark-haired wizard was grudgingly grudging, and his voice was getting smaller and smaller, until it finally disappeared to the point where only mosquitoes were left, and he could no longer face the black pupils.

"It's not the same as me in the past, yes ..." The dark-haired wizard opened his mouth and took a deep breath: "The one who used to be cautious in the past and took one step at a time;"

"The one who is always full of vigilance; I always think that as long as I have gained a certain position, strong power, or joined an organization, I don't have to worry about me becoming someone's target or enemy;"

"But this is impossible, right? Yes, getting a certain position can get rid of the enemies of the past, but you will immediately encounter a brand new, different level of opponents in the past, and I will appear in front of him. It's a nail ... right?

"Uh, this ..." Asriel showed an embarrassed and smiling expression: "Maybe ... or ... probably ... is this possible?"

"Then ..." Staring at an uncomfortable blonde teenager, Loren said silently: "Even if I ask, you can't tell me everything, at most just give me an ambiguous answer-about Holy Cross, about 'Black Cross' Séior, about everything you know. "

"Otherwise, you won't be able to stand up so eagerly to prevent Ariel from continuing; obviously, letting me know the truth of everything will hinder your plan."

The girl pursed her lips lightly, her tears and whirling face showed a little more affectionate love.

"But the situation is obvious now, our enemies have regarded you and me as a community alliance, even if it is for my own life, I can't get rid of you; and according to Ariel, even if I open the third Valves may still be unable to defeat them, and the best ending is nothing more than Roland Turin. "

"And you have a plan that may win."

"So okay, I can just ask too much-because at the moment, we still have a common enemy." Loren's expression was surprisingly calm, but his eyes never shifted half an inch from Asriel's face:

"But I want to know, how sure are you?"

In the dark room, Loren's gaze passed through the wafting blue smoke, staring at Asriel's every move without squinting.

With a long sigh, the blond teenager's face showed a very contradictory expression, but he couldn't help but want to explain.

"Dear Loren, I ..." Asrell muttered in a low voice: "First of all, the fake girl said too much-at least to overstate the strength of the" Black Cross "Serel, he did not imagine it. So omnipotent. "

"That's right, Roland Turin and Brunnhild failed, and the hated Logan also failed; but at that time, because their strength was really limited, they could not break through their own limitations to reach the highest level, and they had to end in regret. "

Biting his lower lip, Asrell said with a sincere look: "As long as you open the third valve, you can become the ultimate form of objective matter beyond all ... In a sense, you have become similar to ... um , Similar to ... "

"Ah! By the way, similar to the existence of heroes, but the subjective initiative should far exceed them!"

Heroic? Loren raised his head and tentatively said, "Wait, are we thinking of the same kind of" spirit "?"

"I think it should be, because Asriel and Loren are the best friends ... There is a tacit agreement between friends." For a moment, the embarrassment and stiffness on Asriel's face swept away. :

"Yes, the overly powerful Serel can use forces that are not in the physical world at all. On the other hand, it is difficult for him to cause any substantial harm to the dear Loren ... but you can do Loren.

Asriel showed a very elegant expression, as if admiring the artwork: "The existence of the diametrically opposed to the material is completely one and indistinguishable in your body-in other words, open With the third valve, Loren will definitely threaten Serel's root! "

"Stones from other mountains can attack jade ... Although it doesn't mean that at all, it's really inexplicable in this kind of scene; um, strangers are so nice, Asrier loves strangers!"

So ... this is why Asriel is so attached to himself.

The crossed fingers were whitened under the unconscious force of the dark-haired wizard, and he slowly raised his head: "Pause for a moment ... you still haven't told me, how much assurance?"

The blond boy sat down again, facing the dark-haired wizard, and exhaled from the corner of his lips.

"Dear Loren, I can only tell you one thing ..." Asriel's voice murmured: "We can win."

"You are not a hot-blooded Roland Turin, not a lonely Logan wearing a hat; Asriel is not Brunnhilde, the reason we go straight is not love and justice, and the time is not the same now. A hundred years ago. "

"You're not fighting against an enemies with endless enthusiasm based on fierce enthusiasm; on the contrary, you can survive the Jedi on the verge of death every time, and every time you can tear it when Serel feels that his plan is successful It was torn apart. "

"You have talents that no one has, you have to sacrifice your courage when necessary, but you can survive time and time again-dear Loren, because of you, we can win."

"We ... can win."

Asriel said it was absolutely decisive.

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"Slap--!"

The sound of the rotation of the metal lock bearing sounded, and the gray pupil leaning against the corner opened his eyes subconsciously and bumped into the black wizard who walked out of the door.

The moment they looked at each other, both of them froze.

"Master Loren, why are you here?" Lucien almost blurted out.

"That's what I want to ask, right." At first, the black-haired wizard frowned slightly: "Aren't you always in the barracks, how come you came to the wizard tower?"

"Sir Dalton Kander asked me to come over and say that it is necessary to prepare-the combat power of the Demon Hunter Legion has basically taken shape, and then it is time for the actual combat." Lucien answered honestly Road:

"He said that he was going to spread all the demon hunters to the Principality in the same way as the night watchman; on the one hand, let them practice with actual combat, and at the same time investigate the abnormal conditions of the Principality."

"Of course, everything is done in private, but I am afraid that the sky dome has already been known; since they have not stood up to stop it now, it means that we have been acquiesced at least in the clear."

Loren looked at him and nodded subconsciously.

Dalton ’s mentor ’s approach is correct, but in addition to investigating intelligence and training, I am afraid that there is a hidden purpose; even if the target is small, it is still easy to be found when it is gathered together; scattered and sprinkled out, it will make some people lose aims.

In addition, the hunted demon hunters also made room for the next group of mentors to choose-even if acquiescence to Lu Si's dominance in this army, Dalton could not easily give up on him The idea is to train real demon hunters from scratch.

"What about you, why are you here?"

Gray pupil raised his head and glanced at the room behind Loren with a confused expression: "If you remember correctly ... This should be Ein Rand's room?"

"It's nothing, just have time to stop by and ask about the progress of the floating city." Loren responded casually: "I heard that the progress is still quite big, and they have started to build the most basic floating facilities."

"really?!"

Luisen's eyes widened in surprise, but his suspicious eyes never meant to leave—although the floor of the room was clean, three or four different footprints could still be seen vaguely, and the candles on the dining table seemed to go out not long ago.

In addition to Ain, Lord Loren has just met one or two others here? But this is Ain's room. Who can appear here without saying hello?

"Any questions?"

If you are not an outsider and you are familiar with Lord Loren, would it be ...

The voice of the dark-haired wizard sounded coldly, and the gray pupil suddenly stunned and quickly said: "Nothing!"

"Since you are here, it means that Dalton is also in the Wizard's Tower right now?" Loren asked.

"Uh, yes, yes!" Lucien nodded. "Not only Lord Dalton, Isaac and Lena are also here-but they all came back from the construction site in the early morning, so they just came in. Just asleep. "

Looking at the still suspicious expression of the gray pupil, the dark-haired wizard blinked and hesitated for a long time.

He remembered what Harimfan Ashamai had said;

Thinking of the ending of Roland Turin and Brunnhild;

I remembered Eckert, Earl of the Fury Castle, after feeling captured and confessing to Silverhelm Mountain;

Recalling Charlotte's persecution of himself, the little wizard's tolerance again and again, and Isaac pretending to be stupid;

as well as……

And every time he avoids their problems, those pairs look at his eyes.

"... to become stronger, to become stronger than we used to be, and then to break the destiny that was originally destined ... I'm sorry, but I can only help you so far ..."

"... the next road, but also you and your partners to go ... I hope it will be a little different from ours ..."

"... Let them treat you as a friend in need of help, rather than a **** who can be used to rely on and rely on ... You are not an omnipotent god, and God cannot save us; limited ability, ordinary ordinary and sick people can save Another person like him ... "

"... If the Black Duke chose to be honest with the Mad Dragon Queen, instead of protecting her from concealing everything and failing her trust in him, all this might have been avoided ..."

Loren clenched his fists, clenching hard until each knuckle started to whiten, his arms trembled slightly, and he breathed between his teeth.

He looked up and looked at the friends who trusted him.

It is really difficult to judge whether this is correct.

But at least one thing is that he was indeed persuaded by Master Ashamai—if he is really regarded as a friend and a friend who can be absolutely trusted without consideration, then he should not hide it from them.

The gray pupil squeezed the corner of his mouth tightly, his concerned and puzzled eyes kept moving on Loren's face and body, and then he moved back, not daring to speak easily.

"Lucien, can you ... do me a favor?"

The dark-haired wizard spoke slowly.

"Uh ?!" The gray pupil stunned slightly, and it seemed that he had not fully reacted: "Of course, you can ask."

"I need you to find some people, and call them all as soon as possible, at the wizard tower ... well, gather here." Loren's chest undulated violently, trying to suppress his voice as much as possible:

"Please tell them that I have some ... important things to announce."

"Understood." Lucien nodded without hesitation, vaguely aware that Loren was not quite right, he chose to remain silent:

"So ... who are they?"

"Everyone ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Hmm?

"I said ... everyone." Loren exhaled a long breath: "Mr. Dalton, Ain, Isaac, Charlotte, Eckert, Earl of Fury, Master Ashamai ... and you ; All you can think of and find, call them out, and one will not leak! "

Luisen was shocked, watching the black-haired wizard staring at him in amazement.

"Yes Yes--!!!!"

The voice of Jiang Luo was accompanied by a blast of wind, and the figure of the gray pupil disappeared, leaving only a string of footprints on the ground.

Slowly withdrawing his gaze, Loren raised his head and looked at the quiet Red Blood Castle outside the railing in a mixed mood; the east had broken the day, and the long night finally came to an end.

Suddenly a cold touch came, and in the dangling eyes, a crystal hexagon was gradually melting on the back of his hand.

winter is here.