Wizards of the North

For some people, this journey is extremely long and difficult. I have already received hints, just go hand in hand. It's just that although he promised happily in his mouth, his eagerness became stronger.

In fact, some people and things are far less exciting than the rumors. This may be one of the few gains after joining the goalkeeper. They learned to rethink and try to distinguish the truth from the false. Like, is the gatekeeper really the most fanatical believer?

how to say? Perhaps it is a misunderstanding of fanaticism, but the gatekeeper is definitely the most cautious group of people. No matter what the occasion, no matter how warm the atmosphere is, there is always a trace of clarity, at least until they join in.

Inheritance, the inheritance that belongs solely to the gatekeepers, they have not had any in-depth contact. Needless to say, this must be a private agreement between the elders. Fortunately, the experience accumulated from the life and death struggle did not retain it.

Of course, after being together for a long time, it is still possible to piece together some things. For example, the children of the gatekeeper will be sent to the insect swarm to stay for a while at a very young age, saying that it is to learn to compete with wild animals. Thinking back to the huge scars on childhood playmates, well, this is at least an answer, although not what they wanted.

In fact, they also want to experience the insect swarm. Unfortunately, it really doesn't work. If they are not led by someone, it would be difficult for them to get close. As rumored, the Swarm treats the gatekeeper as one of its own.

Amazing! The insect swarm has always remembered them.

After walking around and watching the flowers, he walked around the insect swarm and was brought back. As for competing with the beasts, it can only be a dream and regret.

There are still many such dreams and regrets, and I don't know when they will be realized. It cannot be said that all are regrets, at least compared to the promotion of sacrifices, the gatekeeper's side is much simpler.

When wearing shiny armor and standing in front of his former companions, there is still a sense of accomplishment. Look! Brother, I am also a gatekeeper now, with no trainees, no beginners, and no other annoying prefixes. Uh, the number of beatings has obviously increased a bit, so please ignore the bruises on my face. You, as the child of the gatekeeper, can you tell me something inside the little priest today.

The answer I usually get, I really want to tell you, but your mom (or your dad won't). Don't squint at me, how many days have you been beaten? Just want to do it with me...

Alas, the child of the sacrifice became the gatekeeper, and the child of the gatekeeper became the sacrifice. Sometimes it's interesting to think about it, a new generation of gatekeepers with a complete heritage of sacrifice; well, there are sacrifices with a heritage of gatekeepers. Is there something wrong?

Like now, is there something wrong...

Why don’t you know that carol, that prayer? As if there is a tacit understanding, when the dark night sacrificial chants are singing the light, they turn to humming; otherwise, it is here.

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As a sacrificial child, how can there be prayers they don't know? The gatekeeper, Guangming's most pious warrior, how could he sing the same hymn with his opponent?

This is not right, it must be something they have overlooked or missed.

At that time, no matter which deity the fathers believed in, they all had a common opponent that could only be unspeakable. And this kind of opposing relationship has continued until now. As a result, a group of people chased after the sacrificial ritual in the dark night. They had no strength to fight back, and they lost their lives and ground. In the end, only a handful of people remained.

But what about looking at it from another angle? Is this small group of people resisting the crowds? What makes them suddenly enlightened is the tremendous pressure they are under. They have the illusion that they are carrying the team of dark night sacrificial rites forward, and the road ahead is no longer completely controlled by them.

Fortunately, although the road has become a little harder, at least I can walk...

At the moment when I was about to surpass, the shadows under my feet suddenly came alive, pulling them alive. Of course, it wasn't everyone, but just young people like them.

Isn't this bullying!

Of course, no one thought that way when they were just caught, so the glow instantly lit up, and they were ready to continue the glory of their parents. They seem to have forgotten that no one in their parents ever mentioned the term head-on confrontation. Some people even asked them to maintain their due respect, after all, there was that person over there. A person who can be regarded as the first sacrifice, the big sacrifice, and the bishop. It's just that in the contest that lasted for many years, she didn't win.

Yes, she did not win, so the winner is self-evident. No one told these children that many prayers and many preaching words were from the dark night sacrificial party, and they were just borrowers later. No one told these children that the scriptures and history of the gods that their great sacrifice Mela was compiling were reproduced by that person in many places, but made some additions, deletions, and rhetoric to be more applicable to their own.

If they are willing to pay a little attention to the several old priests accompanying the team, they may be able to spot the clues. From the moment I saw the Dark Night Sacrifice, from the time I saw that person, I subconsciously purged the clothes, not daring to be negligent. That's just like the performance when facing a big enemy, even the leader of the goalkeeper Ruiou.

It is a pity that their attention has all turned into curiosity, they just looked at the team of dark night sacrificial rites, and of course the legendary character.

A simple group of people, a simple character, nothing special. Or that there is no maverick temperament that can attract people. If we have to say what is different, then this group of people is like a shadow, without much weight, of course, there is no sense of existence, and it cannot make people feel threatened.

Until the glow came on, until the shadow became dense with the glow, they felt the weight of the shadow. My own shadow, the shadow of the snow, the shadow of the forest, and the mountains...

Oh no!

The shadow of the mountain did not join in, but they already felt the tendency to move around. There is a mountain-like majesty in that eager trend, making them almost out of breath...