Law of the Devil
Chapter 110 [Starry Sky Vision] (Please support the Moon Ticket ~)
(This is today's update, and I sent the two chapters together, 8,000 words.
Chapter 103 [Starry Sky Vision]
Let's just ignore what's happening on the ice, what kind of windshield needles, dragon hunting, etc...
Three days later, on the eve of National Day 960 of the Roland Empire.
Imperial capital.
This is the largest male city on the continent of Roland. The great canal in the north has been drilled repeatedly by Empire emperors for generations. It has been transformed from a moat with defensive functions to a moat that transcends the eastern and western territories of the Empire, west to the north-western Austrian Mountains of the Empire, east to the sea, and is also a dividing line between the north and south of the Empire.
Just before nightfall, the sunset shined on the great canal north of Didu. Slowly, the sun's remnants dragged over the majestic walls. The walls north and west of Didu averaged up to twenty meters and the tallest tower reached thirty meters. This was the rise of the Imperial unrest, the Augustine dynasty, which began hundreds of years ago. In order to defend against the alien and northern separatist warlords of the Northwest rebellion, the Empire paid a huge price to strengthen its defensive forces in the northwest. Standing on top of a 30-metre tall city building, you can even view the north bank of the Grand Canal from a distance of 10 miles from the Imperial Guard City.
Tonight, on the eve of National Day, according to tradition, the President of the Magic Union of the Continental Roland will accompany the Empire's palace astrologers in divinating on the tallest city building in the north, looking out for the stars and predicting the Empire's future national shipping… Naturally, several famous scholars will have to write two blossom clusters of articles to meet the current Emperor, His Majesty Augustine VI.
At this moment, downstairs, two Royal Guard units took the place of the city guard, while several emperors stood on top of the tallest tower, surrounded by countless armoured Royal Guard units. A few people in court nobility are whispering and eagerly awaiting the court astrologers who are watching the stars above - although the results are the same every year, they have to say some crowning words, it's just a situation, but every nobleman has a look on his face that worries about the Empire's luck, otherwise how can he show how patriotic he is?
The only one with a slightly uncomfortable face is an old man standing next to a stargazing tower with an indifferent face.
The old man was dressed in a black robe made of the rarest silkworm in the southern part of the empire, a silk that was grown in the southern part of the empire and spit out of pure black silkworms, because it was extremely rare, yielded less than 200 kg per year, and the price on the market was more expensive than gold, so it was called "silkworm". This silk idea only comes into the court of Gonggong, and only a very small number of people can circulate it to the market, unless they are the most expensive, or the most distinguished, people who have the means to wear such silk clothes.
Although the old man looks extremely old, his hair and beard are still black, especially a pair of eyes, which are dark and bright at night, unlike most people in the Roland mainland who have blue green eyes, but such strange black eyes add a bit of mystery to the elderly.
About two steps behind this old man, standing four or five tall, fat, thin, and different people, all of whom looked serious, lowered in sight, and stood behind him quietly. All of them are wearing a continental standard wizard white robe, and look at the wizard badges on their chests… all of them are wearing golden triloba badges symbolizing the identity of the Great Wizard! These people are magicians above level eight.
And the old man, on his robe, with a faint circle of gold on the edge, was like a totem of flame, and in his chest, without a little gold badge.
This is an olive leaf, albeit golden, but the pattern looks very quaint and dim under the night sky.
All over the continent, there's only one badge like this! And this badge, on the continent of Roland, can even be more dignified in some ways than His Majesty's sceptre.
The president of the Magician's Union of the Continent of Roland, Jacob Dogan, wore this expensive golden silk magician's robe, wore the Magician's Guild president's badge, bored to look at the palace astrologer's costume in the star tower, squeezed his eyes, held a pile of messy things, read them once in his mouth, looked at the sky with those pair of stitched eyes, and he didn't know what was beeping.
Deep down in the heart, Jacob Doughan was very uncomfortable with this so-called astrology. He is one of the most orthodox magicians, and there are two professions that orthodox magicians have always despised: one is a magician pharmacist, who, as president of the Magician's Union, Mr. Doughan had proposed to kick the magician out of the magician's ranks. The second is astrologers. In his view, this kind of thought that looking at the stars in the sky would get the will of the gods, predict future tricks, is all a trick. Only magic, the power of the world, the power of nature, is the only way to understand the gods.
The last glimmer of the sun finally disappeared and the sky was completely darkened. To the east, a bent moon has quietly emerged, and as the sun fades, the stars in the sky gradually reveal their contours.
The court astrologer wore a gorgeous robe and seriously continued to drum his own things...
What bores Doug a little is that although no one believes in the divination results, it is a necessary ritual, and this divination every year is actually just a good opportunity for the Emperor to shoot horses. Though Doug hates it, he is the president of the Magician's Guild, and he is already in this prestigious setting, and his participation in this ceremony is a sign of respect for imperial authority.
Moreover, the Magician Guild receives large donations of gold from the Royal Family each year.
It's still cold at night. Unfortunately, in order to highlight respect for heaven, these powerful magicians cannot use even a little magic to warm up. The magician is very old, and even Doug himself feels a little chill-- he even has a bad guess that this boring ritual is just revenge for a small prank that His Majesty the Emperor has misjudged the magician's union? Intentionally letting these people stand here all night freezing?
Doug leaned his lip and glanced beneath the city building.
The temple waiters are already there, and according to tradition, the divination results are sent to the palace and the temple, respectively, by two “sires” of the Roland mainland, an emperor and a pope, while praying in the palace and the temple. Thank God for the instructions.
But things have changed somewhat this year. The Presbyterian Church of the Temple did not come, but sent an archdeacon under the Pope, while the Great Knight Commander of the Holy Knights, who represented the Temple in previous years, did not come this year, and the Temple sent only one Lv8 Holy Knight to count.
Three Knights Commander, one rebel, two killed. Such news has spread to the mainland. Looks like the temple is in big trouble. I heard the Elders were sent out to hunt down the rebellious Great Knight Commander Hussein.
The relationship between the Magician's Guild and the Temple has always been frigid, and Doug's heart smells somewhat of misfortune.
His Holiness, the Pope in the temple, must be in a bad mood right now. With this terrible mood, but pretending to host a solemn prayer ceremony like nothing else... Doug smiled slightly and he didn't even realize he was laughing.
In such divination ceremonies, the people next to them are not allowed to make any sound.
But Doug's identity is here. Who dares accuse him? The emperor's representative, a court chief, just looked carefully at the president of the Magician's Guild and didn't dare speak.
(Now, if the sky suddenly dropped a star, it would be lively. Doug had a wild idea.
Just about a hundred years ago, at an astrological ceremony on the eve of National Day, I didn't know what was going on. The stars suddenly appeared strange, a big star, with a whirring tail flame to cut through the long sky, as if falling towards the sky! That horrible scene stunned everyone, and everyone thought it was an ominous sign. Astrological ritual divination occurs, and everyone thinks it's a terrible thing. After that, this very ominous sign triggered a disturbance in Emperor Du. Astronauts thought it was the presence of evil spirits that endangered the Empire's transport. This pretext was used by the Emperor's great figures as the best excuse to attack political enemies. At one time, His Majesty was also caught up in it, watching the powerful quarrel, and the Emperor killed many people.
That was a hundred years ago. Now that something so big is happening in the temple, would it cause some royal troubles again if the stars also appeared a hundred years ago tonight?
Doug waited boringly, with malicious speculation, for the end of the ceremony.
At last, in the middle of the night, the astrologer pretending to look like he was exhausted after 10 kilometers of breath, he sat on the ground with panting, sweat on his face, his whole body seemed weak, the prepared parchment paper in front of him, the results of his so-called divination, those ghost painting symbols, I'm afraid only he could understand.
“All right, thank the gods, Empire Lane Changlong.” The palace astrologer was exhausted and handed over a roll of parchment to the head of the palace.
It's hard for him... to pretend to be such a ghost every year. Chairman Doug smiled secretly, but pretended to be happy on his face, watching the chief of court say twice that he had come to his eyes with parchment paper. The president of the Magician's Union looked solemn, and then his fingers were drawn a few times, and a permanent curing technique was carried out. This spell will keep this parchment undamaged for hundreds of years. Then, this ridiculous ghost painting will be kept in the court secret...
In fact, this permanent curing technique, which can be carried out by any magician of five or six levels, does not require his own hand from Chairman Doug at all - just for posturing and walking.
Finished his last job tonight, Doug was relieved and finally ready to go back. It's really a little cold up there.
But as if it were destined, this evening will not seem calm!
Just as the people were about to leave, suddenly, they heard the sky for a while as if it was a muddled thunder in the summer night, and then when everyone was looking for fame, they saw a shining light on the northeast side of the sky was rapidly expanding, and then a star, red all over his body, with a long tail flame with a whirring, the long tail flame was like a broom upside down, whirring, scratching through the sky, as if a red fire burned out a scratch of the sky, and fell towards the west...
Everyone stood still and looked at this vision in the sky as if they were stuck...
Long ago, the head of the court suddenly changed color, his face showed a panicked expression, his mouth widened, and suddenly shouted: “Stars fall! Stars down!!! Scan the stars!! ”
This cry immediately resonated with everyone, as if a stone had been thrown into the calm water. Suddenly, a buzzing voice, the human voice boiled, all the faces varied, some panicked, some contemplating, some eavesdropping, some worrying...
In short, everyone has a different mind, worried about the people worried about the national transportation for this terrible weather, some people know about the turmoil a hundred years ago, secretly counting this thing may cause a wave of wind, more people started counting how to take advantage of the momentum of this...
The only ones who didn't say anything were Mr. Doug, president of the Magic Union, and the court astrologer.
The difference is that Doug feels a little ridiculous, he's a magician, and he doesn't believe that this star phenomenon is the guide of any god. It just occurred to me, and it happened, and I had to feel a little ridiculous —— is it appropriate to be an astrologer?
And that palace astrologer, he's totally freaked out!
Broomstick stars appear! This is a terrible scandal! Separation is a big bad sign! Instead, he was just "divinating” the result of the prosperity of overseas transportation. This broom star immediately appeared, didn't he slap himself in the mouth?
Losing face is small, but this thing happens, Your Majesty is angry, I'm afraid I'm going to have bad luck!!
Putong, the court astrologer fell softly on the ground, but none of the people around him reached out to help him, and others looked at this guy with pity...
Hundreds of years ago, when the sky appeared to sweep the stars, the emperor immediately cut off the court astrologer master!
This guy... looks like another bad luck.
A broom or a star or anything. Chairman Doug was also lazy to get involved in this boring matter, so let these royal nobles mess with themselves, and the Magician's Guild will not be caught up in this dispute.
To think of it, Chairman Doug nodded at the already invisible head of the court and was ready to leave.
But at this time, a man in a magician's robe flew quickly to the city building and crowded several nobles along the way. Had it not been for the high level of his magician's badge and the fame of the emperor, many of them knew him, I'm afraid he would have been stopped by the Royal Guard.
The breaking magician flew to Doug's side and couldn't take any courtesy of it. His face was heavy and he whispered a few words in front of so many people.
Originally, the president of the magic trade union was still somewhat dissatisfied. He thought it was a disgraceful move to bite the whispers in his ears in public, but the words he blamed didn't come and say, and when he heard the whispers of the other party, his face suddenly changed!
Chairman Doug's body trembled slightly, and those standing around him were puzzled. What could possibly change the colour of the leader of this continental magician?
“Is he... really dead?” Doug, how gloomy the complexion is: “Sure? ”
“Sure.” The magician who broke in had a cold sweat on his forehead: “The original stone he himself left behind has been broken...”
It was strange to hear this last sentence from a few people standing close to each other.
In the Magician's Guild, those senior magicians who have reached a certain rank can get a great deal of honor from the Magician's Guild and even some direct help. Because any powerful magician is a valuable strength and wealth for the Mage Union. Unfortunately, all the strong are born weird and like to be free and unbridled and even travel everywhere. In order to cope with this phenomenon, the Magician's Union uses a "protolithic stone", a magic marking of life, in which every great magician leaves his or her own life imprint in the protolithic stone, and once the magician has gone, even at the corner of the Earth, the protolithic stone is sensed and will break apart, so that the Magician's Union can at least grasp whether or not these senior magicians live in the world.
“Are you sure it's his piece?” Jacob Doug, the magician leader of the continent of Roland, with deep eyes flashing in his black eyes, if anyone very close to him could even find that the president of the magician's union was shaking his fingers.
“OK.” the magician whispered in his message: “It's the oldest stone stored… it's really broken. ”
After all, he is the president of the Magician's Guild across the continent, and Jacob Doug immediately realizes that this is not a place to show his emotions, and he tries to set his mind and gives orders quickly:
“Find out now! Where and how he died. I don't think there are any strong men on this continent who can kill him! Jesus Christ, he's dead... make sure you find out! And the apprentice he brought to the Magician's Guild for an exam, the little girl, the level 8 magician who talked about stuttering! Find her! By the way, most importantly, remember!” Jacob Doug took a deep breath: “Last month, according to reports, he took the young master of the Rollins. Find him, find the young lord of the Rollins! At least we need to know what happened! What exactly is it for? Such a powerful magician will die! Maybe the young master of the Rollins was with him when he died! Find out, find out! Go!! ”
After that, the magician of the newsletter answered quickly, and Jacob Doug smiled and sighed at the strange people around him: “Nothing, don't be surprised, it just seems to be an ominous day… The magician union has lost a legendary great magician! My mentor, the great legendary magician, who I co-chaired with the last president of the Magician's Guild, Gandalf, passed away. ”
The voice just dropped, the whole scene was loud ~
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Just this evening, the Emperor was shocked by that unexpected vision of the stars, just as Chairman Jacob Doug changed color for that amazing news.
At the northern end of the Roland continent, across the Grand Canal, across thousands of miles of the northern plains, to the vast frozen forests, in the dense forests, the snowpack is so thick that some people's knees.
There's a line of people walking hard in the woods.
Dewey took the place of Hussein and walked in the front of the queue, holding Hussein's long sword, the original Hundred Refined Steel long sword, filled with terrible cracks, and the sharp edge was filled with dense and numb gaps.
Dewey's condition was bad, he was limping, and the sword in his hand, apart from occasionally splitting the thorn in front of him, was more useful as a walking stick.
Behind Dewey, the situation of the saint Hussein was worse than that of Dewey. Hussein wrapped his head in a cloth and also his left eye. Under the cloth, red blood seeped out the colour. The knight looked extremely weak, wheezy, coughed unrelenting, the blood was spitting from the corner of his mouth, his chest and back were severely wounded, and one arm was simply hung from his chest, making him walk very unstable and barely followed Dewey.
And then later, a beautiful, almost terrible woman, naturally Her Majesty Queen Medusa. It's just that Her Majesty Queen Medusa is pale and almost transparent at this moment, her eyes are still closed and she looks indifferent, but surprisingly, she can't walk by herself. Around her, a big mouse more than a metre tall, the Grigg witch was holding her tight, and Medusa's body seemed soft without half a bone, almost half the weight of her body pressed against the poor mouse prime minister.
And the Grigg witch, for God's sake, almost all of her grey hair was burned to black, and the long mouse tail was half-cut, and even one ear was almost cut off.
The only person in this business who looks intact is the graceful penguin, Mr. QQ.
QQ is still twisting its fat body, barely following the end of the team with short feet.
Dewey, Hussein, Medusa, Geiger Witch, QQ.
In this small team, whether it's a human or a snake or a mouse or a penguin, it's all depressed and a heavy face.
And only one person is missing.
The old magician, the old immortal, is no longer in the team.
It was extremely difficult to walk in the ice-covered forest. Dewey and others, everyone with injuries, this group of several of the most powerful people on the continent, is now almost crippled, even walking hard in the ice-covered forest.
“Canyon! Look, it's the canyon! We're in the Tree Nation.” Dewey, who was at the front, suddenly shouted out loud.
In the distance, in the crevices of dense trees, you can see the low peaks unfolding on both sides, reaching the canyon that was originally occupied by Medusa.
“Get inside, where the Fountain of Youth can heal your wounds, Hussein.” Dewey sighed.
The knight looked gloomy, said nothing, whispered.
He suddenly lifted his chest and walked past Dewey, his footsteps shaking, but with a hint of inflexibility, Dewey sighed and looked at Hussein's back, just what he was about to say.
The knight suddenly turned around and looked at Dewey with the only remaining eye: “Remember, one day sooner or later, I'll kill you back! Use that old dragon's head to honor the dead old man! ”
“I believe it." Dewey nodded, his face no longer smelled like a joke, and his eyes glanced resolutely: “I don't like that old guy very much either, but we will surely seek revenge from the Dragons! I will!”
“Dewey.” Hussein suddenly swayed, holding on to him with a will, he finally couldn't stand at this moment, he swayed for a moment and held onto a big tree around him, the rest of his eyes staring carefully at Dewey: “Listen. That old dragon killed him, so now you and I are the only Aragon heirs left in the world. I don't care if you want it or not, we have to take this mission! Especially you! So, I hope you don't think twice about it. Now the situation doesn't allow you a chance to shake! If we want revenge from the Dragons, then you must grow as strong as Aragon! Otherwise, neither of us is against the old dragon, neither of us! ”
So what exactly happened in the last three days?
A few years later, Dewey used to talk to people around her about her first adventure of her life, from frozen forests to dragon mountains. Speaking of fleeing back, referring to the hunting game that was finally agreed to with the Dragon clan chiefs, Dewey had a slight resentment for the experience.
“At that time, we had found a way to deal with the Ice Plains Magic Array, but no one thought that the Dragon Clan Chief, the old dragon, had come too soon! I thought we'd go for two days first, one day after he caught up, so we'd have at least three days to escape. But I didn't expect... the old dragon came too fast, in less than two and a half days, it had caught up with us... if it wasn't Gandhoff..."
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Well, let's move back to three days.
Location: Forgotten Ice Plains.
Time, three days before National Day 960 of the Roland Empire.
Terrible storms swept in, and several tornadoes formed a huge, almost terrible storm group that covered a line of adventure teams. Magic Array can be broken at any time...
“Windshield needle? Is this the windshield?” Dewey looked at QQ, incredibly looking at what was in his hand.
Because QQ finally found a long box out of the many relics of Aragon, and after opening it, it was a long sword with a simple appearance!
Seven eye-sized gems, red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and violet, are set on top of the sheath! Gems of seven colors are embedded on the sheath, and a circle of strange patterns surround the handle, making it feel tight and comfortable to hold in your hand.
This sword doesn't know how many years old it is, but... this is clearly a sword!
“This is the windshield needle.” The tone of QQ is strong: “Master Aragon left it to me personally, and I can remember it correctly. ”
Behind him, the old magician kept staring at this thing, and suddenly he shouted: “This… is Aragon's sword! ”
“What?” Dewey glanced back at the old man.
“The seven colored gems on the sheath of swords are actually the nucleus of the seven high beasts that Aragon killed while traveling the continent before he was born! This is the most powerful magic weapon in the literature! And sharp and unbreakable!” The old magician suddenly got excited:
“This… this is the Sword of Kings! Sword of Kings left by Aragon! ”
Is it a windshield needle? Or... Sword of King?!
“Okay!” Dewey yelled out loud: “Stop talking nonsense! Whatever this thing is, the King's Sword or some windscreen needle! As long as it protects us from this damn storm! Otherwise, we're doomed! Now, QQ, tell me how this thing works! Hurry up!”
QQ looked at Dewey with dissatisfaction: “I told you, I don't like that name! ”
“Come on!” Dewey had no patience grinding his teeth with this penguin.
“Okay.” QQ sighed: "Master Aragon told me as long as his messenger could pull it out of this sheath...”
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