Shaman from Afar

The blank wall, with no light source and light, can't see the dark feeling ... it's empty, but it doesn't feel tedious at all; it raises his arm, but he can't feel the body at all.

Because this is the spiritual hall of Loren.

As consciousness gradually separated from the body and moved into the spiritual hall, the appearance of the entire world gradually began to change in front of his eyes, changing from the substantial shape to the existence more similar to the symbol.

This kind of feeling is very free and easy, and after leaving the body, there is nothing to limit the existence of his own consciousness; the whole world seems to be like a map, a piece of art in front of his eyes, let him observe.

But this kind of feeling is also very unreal and illusory; the consciousness out of the body is equivalent to completely exposing oneself to the void, and the loss of restraint and restriction is also the loss of protection; once the consciousness exceeds the scope of the spiritual hall, it will be The huge amount of information directly drives the danger of madness.

Feeling the unrestrained body, the dark-haired wizard walked slowly to one of the white walls, lifted his right hand and gently pressed it on the rippled wall like a water surface, and a magic appeared to occupy the entire white wall Formation.

The complex pattern is specially divided into two layers with two colors of light purple and blood red, which looks like two ring locks, exuding an unknown meaning.

Even across the magic circle, the dark-haired wizard could feel a pair of eyes behind him staring at himself, staring at every movement of his palm and every change in the expression of the corner of his eye.

It ... just looking forward to opening this chain of shackles, right?

Since unlocking the second valve, those "eyes" never seem to leave for a moment, staring at themselves like a shadow, waiting patiently, waiting for themselves to no longer be able to suppress their desire for power, waiting for themselves Forced, the moment it is opened ...

"Do you want to open it?"

The lazy words sounded from behind.

Elegant and calm, with a childish cunning.

The movement of the dark-haired wizard was slightly sluggish. Looking back, wearing a neat little dress, the teenager with red lips and red eyes twitching his head was silently leaning his head, silently looking up, as if still feeling aggrieved in his pupils.

"My dear Loren, the first thing you did when you returned to the spiritual hall was not to say hello to poor Asriel, but to run over to see such a dangerous thing. It was ..."

As he said, the blonde teenager frowned lightly and couldn't bear to look straight at it: "Even if poor Asrier could bear it, he couldn't deceive his body, and his heart was like a knife!"

"Body? Your vampire's body was already torn to pieces by the 'Black Cross' Cerior in Silver Helmet three years ago?"

Rolling his eyes, Loren couldn't help vomiting: "Even if it's still there, isn't the heart of the vampire the same as the living dead, won't it jump at all?"

"Dear Loren, this is a dramatic description, expressing your unique status in poor Asriel's heart."

Just a blink of an eye, the grievances on the face of the teenager immediately turned into a flattering smile, and the corners of the mouth rose like a crescent moon: "Of course, this kind of thing doesn't need to be said at all-it is unique. Loren Turin is equal. "

This is really an honor.

Pulling the corner of his mouth, the dark-haired wizard turned and pointed his finger at the "magic circle" behind him: "Since this thing is so dangerous, why did you still urge me to master it?"

"Because sooner or later one day, dear Loren will need its strength."

Slightly condensing his smile, the blond teenager put his hands over his lower back: "Sooner or later, you will encounter an enemy who cannot compete with your own strength but has to face it."

"Serior?"

"Yes, neither." Asrell shook his head slightly, his expression suddenly surprised: "If you want to face the Black Cross, dear Loren needs another force ... Just opening two valves is not enough to meet Serio Contend. "

Another force ... Is it necessary to open the third valve?

Loren couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

"Although, but ... if it can't be turned on, of course it's not the best." The blond teenager who regained his smile, turned the topic extremely stiffly:

"Like this time, dear Loren, you really looked at me again-to be honest, in that situation, Asrell really thought that you would not be able to suppress the desire for power and make a certain A major decision. "

The dark-haired wizard didn't take the call, but just looked at him silently with his arms, his expression amused.

It's been three years ... Every time I talk about this topic, the evil spirit boy in front of me will be like a frightened rabbit, and he will quickly change the topic out.

Until now, what Loren really figured out was that opening two valves was not enough to defeat the Black Cross, because "Black Duke" and Valkyrie Brunnhild had already tried and failed.

Blinking pure and flawless, as if talking big eyes, the blond teenager looked at Loren in confusion, as if wondering why he suddenly didn't speak.

Almost forgot, this guy is best at pretending to be silly.

Resisting the desire to roll his eyes again, the dark-haired wizard coughed twice: "I have two problems."

"Despite asking, dear Loren." With a sly smile, Asriel's tone was very brisk: "As long as poor Asriel knows, he must know everything."

"The first one, about the relationship between the Azores and the evil spirit ... Is there some relationship?" Loren was too lazy to ignore his "tone":

"Are they talking about the" righteousness of survival "is related to a certain evil **** ... Does the Azores kingdom across the misty sea have the same four evil gods in the north of the empire?"

"Ugh?!"

The scarlet pupil was rounded, and the blond teenager looked stunned: "Why does Loren ... think Asriel knows these things?"

"I don't know, I just ask."

"It's such a pity, because poor Asriel did not know, but ..."

The blond boy suddenly smiled: "Lorren, you seem to have forgotten something-for the evil **** in the void, space and time ... are meaningless."

"I in the future may be able to meet you in the past, and what happened in the present may come from a coincidence in the future ... The void is such a place-so for two completely different worlds, the distance between each other What is it? "

"Like ... well, some boring third-rate novels; the so-called **** turns and deep strokes may just be a crappy writer, and suddenly remembered some unintentional stroke before."

"But in the eyes of readers who don't know all of this, it has become a wonderful chapter of the Thousand Mile Line."

Loren stared at Asrell with a sly smile.

Very good, neither admitted nor denied, said the same as not said.

"Second question." The blond teenager blinked: "What is it?"

"Brenhild."

The dark-haired wizard snorted slightly, and said with some helplessness: "Brian Hilde, the Valkyrie of Byrne, has the same name as the first queen of the empire and the last queen of the dragon.

"then?"

"I want to know if this is a coincidence or ..."

"It's not just the same name?" Asriel said with a sense of understanding. "You may have asked the wrong thing about Loren. It's not poor Asriel who really understands this. It ’s a hated prince. "

"So ... I asked you two questions, but you didn't even know one?" The dark-haired wizard blurted out.

"No, no, dear Loren, it's not what you said." The blond teenager said leisurely: "Poor Asriel didn't tell you anything, but told you everything you can know. thing."

"Many truths in this world are too vicious, and it is very dangerous to let dear Loren contact in advance-poor Asriel is not a certain fake girl, protecting you will always be Asriel ’s first duty . "

"So what can you tell me?"

"Now?" Raising his eyebrows, Asriel's mouth hung with a smile as always:

"Now ... Dear Loren, you should get up."

The white right hand arched the middle finger, and gently flicked the black wizard's forehead.

……………………………………

"Isaac, you arrogant maniac, how many times do I repeat?"

In the ward of the dark-haired wizard, the blushing little wizard glared at Isaac, desperately lowering his voice and screaming: "Loren he is out of danger and he is recovering now-why you just don't believe it What about it? "

"Oh, maybe it was a self-righteous alchemist who deceived himself and thought he had cured him?" Isaac Grantham retorted unkindly:

"Sorry, but as a sorcerer, I value the experimental results more, and the results that can be observed now are our mutual friends and younger brothers, and there is no sign of waking up a little bit!"

"I said, he is recovering from sleep-this is the instinct of the human body!"

"Sorry, but please tell me this wizard who knows nothing about" Ain Alchemy ", what is the difference between deep sleep and coma?"

"You ... of course are the reactions of his body, his heartbeat and the amount of void remaining, as well as his breathing rate and ..."

"So, are you judging our friend's life or death based on the data written on paper?" Isaac interrupted again, and Isaac rolled his eyes deliberately:

"Yeah, in the eyes of your alchemist, this world is probably all piled up with data-as long as it exists in theory, it actually exists-your shallow IQ, probably also cannot distinguish between theory and The actual difference! "

"you……"

"What am I, I said the wrong thing?" Isaac snorted impatiently when he looked at the little blushing wizard, "When I saw you, I finished my top masterpiece Jiaoguangjian. I ’m a little happy, thinking that you really become more like a wizard! "

"Now it seems that I am thinking too much. The alchemist is the alchemist, and has the essence with the wizard ... Oh, Holy Cross his grandmother, Loren, are you awake ?!"

"Yeah, cough cough ..."

Under the shocked eyes of Isaac and Ain, the black-haired wizard with a bitter smile was struggling to sit up and coughed repeatedly:

"Sorry, so tired, so I slept a little longer ... why, didn't you bother?"

"Disturb? What disturb—will not, I'm praising our great alchemist, His Excellency Ein Rand!" Isaac shook his head desperately, turning his face faster than turning the book:

"Several days of outstanding sleepless work not only allowed the floating city to complete a long-range endurance, but also completed our common super masterpiece" Jiaoguang Sword ", which is simply a model for alchemists, simply ... "

"Uh, I think that rhetoric is actually very weak in this kind of place. In short, you can also see Laurent-the power of the Jiaoguangsaber, and its range, is it particularly exciting and pleasing to the eye?"

Yeah, almost I even hit it together.

The dark-haired wizard who could not bear a grin glanced at the little wizard next to him, sweating and blushing, Ain subconsciously avoided his gaze and turned his head away.

Isaac raised his eyebrows and looked at these two people, as if he noticed something: "Why, what happened that I didn't know?"

"Come on, go out!" He could no longer stand his little wizard, grabbed Isaac's sleeve and dragged him out of the door: "I'm going to make a potion for Loren, you can only add chaos here!"

"Tim chaos, how can I add chaos? Even if I want to make a potion, I can give you a few suggestions and pick something wrong, for example ...

"Go out! Immediately!"

"Okay, I'm going out now, I'm going out now!" Isaac shrugged his shoulders with an exaggerated expression. He was somewhat reluctant: "What's so mad, I'm not ... um?"

The moment I was about to step out of the gate, Isaac suddenly froze.

The next second, he withdrew his foot and carefully closed the door, staring at the face of the little wizard close to the door.

"What are you going to do ?!" Ain didn't breathe.

"Nothing ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Ain Rand, there is something to trouble you ..." Isaac's expression on his face twitched his throat:

"Can you ... can you repeat the word" arrogant "again?"

"What's the matter, arrogance?" The little wizard groaned with a dissatisfied expression on his waist: "After such a long time, I finally feel the word hurts you?"

But Isaac didn't open his mouth, froze in place, his face motionless as if glued on, and the whole person was frozen.

Looking at his expression, the confused dark-haired wizard finally reacted, staring at Ayn Rand with amazement.

That's right, he found out.

If it were n’t for Isaac ’s reminder, Loren, who was used to it, did n’t even notice the faint change.

The voice-changing potion that Ai Yin usually used to disguise her identity, actually ...

failed!