My Heroic Life

And their king stood on the towering tower, madly pouring out the magic power needed to maintain the huge black cone attire, and the roar of the magic cone piercing the ground was like the singing of an elf in his ears.

"This, this is..."

Merlin's etheric clone was hiding in a dark corner behind the battlements. He took a breath as he witnessed the scene of building a temple like a fantasy in the ancient times, and his heart began to tremble.

What exactly is Votigung going to do?

Hit, hit oil?wrong......

Merlin's expression was complicated, and he knew that Votigeng would definitely not stay at home to contribute to Britain's energy business. He carefully observed the God's construction site below, and watched Votigeng's crazy figure above the tower for a long time. , Finally slowly opened his eyes.

"Should..."

"Ok?"

Before Merlin said what he said, the old king who was watching suddenly stopped, and then seemed to be aware of it and shifted his attention to the dark battlements.

Nothing.

He was stunned, and did not give up, but closed his eyes and felt the ether in this area. The trace of ether that was full of dream magic breath immediately caught his attention.

"Merlin?"

He opened his eyes and muttered softly, then the crazy smile returned to his dry face.

"It's too late, so what if I find out? You can't stop me anymore!"

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"Damn! Futikeng, this lunatic!"

Merlin, who was lying on his horse back, shivered fiercely, as if waking up from a dream, he opened his mouth and cursed, but did not control his body balance, he swayed for a few seconds. Still turned off the horse.

"It hurts!"

Merlin's horse didn't run, and this kind of accident similar to falling off the horse would not suffer too much injury. Unfortunately, the magician of the flower carried a big, thick and black staff behind his back, and it was strong. His waist.

He rolled back and forth on the ground a few times in pain, then resisted and got up, he looked at the sky, the sky was bright, and the night was still a while away.

"Probably no one will sleep at this time."

He grinned helplessly at first, then frowned, an anxious look almost never appeared on his face.

The reason why the frivolous flower magician is like this is naturally because of the terrifying experience of the etheric clone who sneaked into Camelot King City to explore.

"It's fine if it's a second faster, you must tell them about Vottigung's conspiracy as soon as possible."

The urgent sense of crisis prompted Merlin to act immediately. He rubbed his waist and turned on his horse.

"There is no way, I have to ride a horse to rush over...Hurry up! Wait, it's here!"

Later, on the winding road, Merlin, who had just finished his lurking mission, began to fight the horse.

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Morgan walked by the lake, and Mordred behind him in black robes followed silently, and the whole team was silent and silent.

For a whole day, even though there were many envoys, Morgan and his team had nothing to gain in this mysterious place. Mordred understood that time is running out. If you wait until the Knights of the Round Table come from everywhere, your own The rebellion ditched all previous efforts.

"Queen..."

After thinking for a long time, Mordred finally questioned Morgan, who did not seem to have any sense of crisis.

"We have wasted a day, but there is no clue at all, so keep going..."

"Well, Mordred, I understand."

Morgan glanced at her faintly, and Mordred swallowed the follow-up of the words with his cold eyes.

She tremblingly asked: "What does the queen mean?"

"We really have no way to find them quickly, but I can find other things to find them. That's why I'm here."

As she spoke, she stepped forward and walked to a piece of scorched ground without black strange trees. With this as the center of the circle, various charred pits were scattered around, and the whole area was in a mess.

She leaned over, stretched out her hand across the ground in Mordred's puzzled gaze, as if picking up something, then raised her hand and muttered a weird spell silently.

"The rebellious golden dragon, soaring in the air, charged towards the master of the ghost realm"

"The rotten golden dragon, buried in the ground, showing its true face to your lover"

"Neither God nor Human"

The darling of the earth veins will hold you in my arms

"Be happy, sing"

"In this bloody nest"

The ether gushes out at the fingertips, and the lines of magic traverses the air to outline the dragon.

Mordred was horribly witnessing this miracle like a creation. Morgan became more and more mysterious and unfathomable in her eyes. She wanted to know what abilities this woman still hides?

Morgan lightly stroked the golden dragon that had returned to the mortal world in its soul state, and the moonlight shone on its heavy scales, reflecting the light, reflecting the witch's face.

"Go ahead and find them out."

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ps: Because there is too much content to write, the opening of the stock market is postponed to tomorrow afternoon, but the corresponding chapter is 3k words

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Chapter 30 The Dragon's Eye

Yin Lan squatted on a protruding rock by the lake, admiring the pale moonlight that was chilly, and silently took out a cigarette.

He took off the iron gloves glowing with cold light, and revealed a slightly stunning hand-slender and white, with distinct joints, fingers like pointed bamboo shoots, and wrists like lotus roots.

If chopped down and made into specimens, this exquisite art-like hand can probably sell for a good price in some special groups.

It's a pity that the movements of the man's fingers have destroyed the beauty of the entire shape. He is moving the cigarette body back and forth at this time, and the tender white fingers lightly grip the interspinous joints more clearly.

"Hey, when did you bend? Why is it still not straight."

After suffering from an obsessive-compulsive disorder, Yin Lan found that he was really bent completely. He held the cigarette with both hands in pain, and twisted it with his fingers.

He stretched out the index finger of his right hand, and a ring formed by a small white cross was placed on it. The religious ring was inlaid with a small but colorless and transparent gem.