Law of the Devil

(Chapter 1 today)

Chapter 94 [Forgotten Ice Plains: The Last Barrier] (top)

Dewey is not in a relaxed mood. He felt a little panicked and a little heavy, as if he had pressed a big rock into the ground.

Without a doubt, Dewey doesn't like it! I don't like this prophecy, I don't like what mission, or who inherits who or whose will!

In this regard, Dewey and Sameer thought the same thing 200 years ago: I am me, I want my own life, my own freedom! Why are you putting someone else's will on me? Even if he's a great historical man and a legendary man, what the hell does that have to do with me? I'm not Sheehan!

Since coming to this strange world, Dewey has had little “grandeur” in mind. God bless, he was born into a large aristocratic family. His desired life was simple: to give up inheritance, to give up the family's baggage, to feel safe being a rich man waiting to die, a wealthy man. In your leisure time, do something you like, drum up magic, play some nasty football games, and so on. Living without ambition, living a moisturizing little life, eating without worries... that's enough.

So, Dewey was really happy when he deliberately took care of himself, deliberately misled others into thinking that he was an idiot in the family, and deliberately drove his father out of the emperor and sent him home. It has been a pleasure to leave the heavily institutionalized Emperor, to leave the vortex of all that is right, to the calm, relaxed Rollin Plains...

But now, everything could be soup!

It's all because of this damn... prophecy!!

What a fucking mission! What a thousand years ago the heir of Aragon... go fuck yourself! My Lord Dewey doesn't want this kind of life?

To inherit Aragon's legacy and work against the temple? Am I full of food? What's a temple? is a huge force that has existed for thousands of years! It's a religious force that makes the Emperor desperate! People are rich, armed, noble and prestigious. Almost individuals on the mainland are the followers of the Temple!

To inherit the legacy of Aragon and fight such a huge man? I'm afraid I'm dead. Not even bone residue is left!

Hussein cow, right? Continent's number one knight! Didn't the temple drive you all the way?

Aragon cow, right? He couldn't even take down the temple. How could I do that?

I'm a nobleman! Eat and die, little nobleman with no ambition! I want to live in peace and freedom!

For a guy who's been dead a thousand years, what the fuck am I gonna do with his last legacy?

No way!

On the way, Dewey didn't say anything more, but everyone saw Dewey's mood change, his expression was gloomy, and the kid's face was unhappy.

Everyone loves pie drops from the sky. But what if, with the pie falling off, there's another heavy load that squashes people?

Then forget it!

Yes, let's not talk about it.

The old magician still manipulates the evil spider backwards. Although he is an old Druid who is good at communicating with natural creatures, he manipulates such a powerful advanced warcraft for a long time. The old magician is also a little tired.

This evening, instead of camping, we slept together on the spider's back. Hussein volunteered to watch the night… The knight saw something in Dewey's eyes, and he stared closely at Dewey all night.

Dewey stayed up all night, although lying on the back of the spider, the old magician made a wind barrier magic, blocked the surrounding bitter cold wind, and was wrapped in a leather jacket, did a few more basic actions of star fighting, the cold is no longer an issue.

Dewey still can't sleep.

He really wants to get out of here, get out of this heavy... mission!

But the knight stared closely at Dewey, and Dewey couldn't help it. In sum, he was the worst in this strange team (three snakes and one rat), and if he did, even the mouse in his arms, the Grigg witch, I'm afraid, had more magic power than Dewey.

Dewey doesn't think there's any chance.

“Okay...” At dawn, the old magician stood quietly behind Hussein, watching him lay in his jacket and shrunk, turning his back to his own Dewey, and the old magician was laughing, and he whispered to his neighbor Hussein: “This is a huge change, it's also a blow. He has emotional fluctuations that are normal. But I'm sure he'll figure it out slowly. After all, he is the Messenger mentioned in the prophecy. ”

•

It's dawn!

Dewey's eyes were still closed, but the Grigg witch in her arms had drilled out, and the mouse was standing on Dewey's leg, staring at her with a pair of yellow bean eyes in front of her, suddenly shouting a sharp cheer: "We're out! Coming out!! ”

As the mouse Gerger witch jumped and screamed again, Dewey rolled over and sat up and looked forward...

In front of it is already the edge of the forest, after the sparse trees, there are no iron and silver blossoms that have been seen and disgusted these days... without that boring sea of trees...

Front of a white ice field! Yima Pingchuan, infinite, the ice and snow cover on the ground doesn't know how many years. Under the snow accumulation, occasionally some places reveal glaciers, that glacier shows light green...

Under the morning light, the sun rises for the first time, the sun shines on the glacier, and under the reflection, the arc of light rises in circles and circles, very glorious.

A couple of people behind the evil spider ran in the forest for two days. He was also tired. At this moment, he came to the edge of the forest and stopped walking. The piece squeezed into a group of people's faces, and his mouth gasped like an old cow.

The old magician blew a whistle, then the first floated on the ground. He reached out on one of the spider's legs and gently caressed it for a while. A soft light shook in his hand. The spider enjoyed the light as if it was a lot, and his breath gradually weighed a lot.

“Well, come down, my friends.” The old magician seemed exhilarated, then his robe hunted in the wind and turned to point at the endless snowy glacier behind him, smiling: “Welcome to the ‘forgotten ice field’. We're the first humans to come here in 200 years! ”

The old magician sighed and whispered to himself: "Sameer, here I am again. Remember when you and I walked through this place 200 years ago...”

•

After releasing the evil spider, the old magician declared: "The road behind us, we are going to rely on our own legs. It's hard to find anything in this glacier. The cold here will impress you… By the way, especially at night, there will be a strange breeze that can tear people apart easily, if you don't want to freeze to death, don't get separated. ”

Dewey was reluctant to move her footsteps, and behind her, Medusa suddenly whispered, “Do you seem troubled? ”

“Yes.” Dewey didn't cover it up.

After a few seconds of silence, Medusa whispered, “I remember in my palace, the first lesson you taught me was to teach me that humans had to face reality. Aren't you?”

After that, Her Majesty did not say anything more, but flew gently past Dewey as if it were a gust of wind and walked forward.

Facing reality…

Dewey tasted the phrase carefully and laughed bitterly.

Easy to say, but seriously, how can it be so easy?

•

Walking on the ice sheets is completely different from walking in the forest. The further forward here, the less snow on the ground, no soft snow accumulation, over the hard, cold glacier, no smoother, if not careful, one breath falling more than a dozen heels is normal.

Moreover, there are countless killing machines hidden above the glacier. On the seemingly smooth ice, I don't know where the killing trap is. I accidentally stepped on it, and the ice layer on the surface collapsed, and deep ice crevices below! If it falls, causes collapse, and countless huge blocks of ice crush you under the abyss, you will never come up again!

“Why don't we fly?” Dewey frowned.

An old magician with such a level of magical strength, the flying technique of wind system magic, with a few people should not be an issue. And Medusa is strong, so flying should be fine.

As for Hussein... when he reaches the rank of Saint Knight, he can fly with his own fighting spirit.

“Because this is a ‘forgotten ice field’. It is a place cursed by the gods, it is a natural barrier! Flying... doesn't work here.” The old magician smiled and explained, then seemed afraid that Dewey wouldn't believe it. He smiled and touched the baggage out of his arms. Finally, he grabbed a piece of paper and folded it a few times before making it look like a butterfly. His fingers were slightly lighter. The paper butterfly immediately seemed to be given life, shaking its wings and flying gently...

Soon, however, when it reached a maximum altitude of only seven or eight meters from the ground, the air currents in the sky burst sharply! Then there were countless powerful and sharp winds, shooting at the magic butterfly!

Without waiting for Dewey to exhale low, he heard a few slight movements coming from the air, and the butterfly had been cut into pieces in countless sharp wind blades!

“See? This is a forbidden area set by the gods.” The old magician faintly said: “Even if you are a double-strongman on the mainland, you can only walk honestly on the ground. ”

Duvi understands.

Even a powerful magician can't keep flying in the midst of this endless blade of sharp wind. Even if you have the strength to defend against magic, your magic drains are enough to kill you!

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