Chapter 37

Since Talas didn't want to stay, he couldn't force it.

Hoffa took a look at the flesh and blood eyeball in the distance, and then at the half closed eye pattern on the back of his hand.

It's time to go back.

As if aware of his mind, the maggot giant growled anxiously. It has not yet completed the integration, it stumbled to break the rickets on numerous stone bridges, posture very ghost animal to catch up.

Hoffa turned to see the guy on all fours in the back, thinking that Joey was no worse than Endor.

In the end, I have never met a normal person in my life! Why does everyone have to pit themselves once.

He took back his wand as he ran faster.

Several consecutive transfigurations also consume a lot of magic. He can't overdraw his magic now. Once you fall down with a headache, God knows what will happen.

See Hoffa disarmed, maggot monster faster, in the run, it gradually became a super version of Hoffa.

Those ugly maggots even imitated his running posture, which was vivid.

Hoffa's legs are not as long as one tenth of its length. Running, countless shadows on the bridge were scattered. Howling.

As soon as he turned his head and saw that he was about to be caught up, Hoffa became more and more anxious.

But just then.

There was a shrill cry in the distance.

There was a big bang, which almost deafened Hoffa.

Turning to see, in the nothingness, a bird like electric light came in a flash.

It carries unparalleled power, directly through the maggot giant's chest.

The maggot giant didn't even cry out, so he was scattered by the electric light, just like a torrent of mud.

The intense electric arc is beating on the ground, which makes Hoffa's scalp numb.

But he wasn't hurt.

As the maggots dispersed, a figure came slowly from the electric light. It was a young man with unusual appearance.

He had a human body, but at the same time his whole body was covered with shining dark scales and gold stripes.

"Sorry to be late." The man said politely.

"I'm not a human being. If I want to enter the bridge of the past, I have to go to the front and get the permission of the guard, otherwise, I will never fly into the sky again."

Watching the man slowly approaching, the light on his body slowly disappeared.

He had no clothes, grey hair and golden eyes, and his muscles were gorgeous enough to blind his eyes.

"Ta, Talas..."

Hoffa's eyes widened. He couldn't connect this handsome man with the dying Thunderbird in the forbidden forest.

"That's the name of my last life."

The man nodded, "I remember you. Aren't you a child in that magic school? How did you come here?"

The handsome man looked at Hoffa and said gently, "it's too reckless. This is not the place you should be. Witches have their own rules, and the living have their own world. If I had just come a little late, you might have been engulfed by the desire insects of the abyss. "

Desire for insects?

Hoffa pointed to the people around with the stone tablets on their backs.

"These

"They are all poor people who can't bear to abandon the past. They are troubled by desire and obsession. This is their own choice."

Taras shook his head. "You don't want to be like them."

Hoffa was stunned for a few seconds before he remembered his task.

"By the way, Joey asked me to come to you."

Hoffa stared at a maggot convulsed by electricity and said, "he asked me to tell you, I hope you can...

" don't forget him, do you? "

Talas interrupted Hoffa with his head tilted.

Hoffa nodded: "that's right."

"What a mess, Joey." Shenjun abnormal man sighed.

"He sent his soul to the underworld at will. He would lose his life."

"Will you keep a little memory? About Joey. "

Hoffa looked up at Talas, his eyes on his shoulder. (he was embarrassed by the other person's naked calm)

Taras shook his head slowly but firmly.

"Joey wants me to remember him, to go back, I understand. The greatest pain of mankind is to be forgotten. But there is nothing new in the sun. If you don't learn to forget, how can you accept the new life calmly? "

"Er... Don't you have a choice? Like Phoenix. " Hoffa asked, puzzled. He couldn't figure out why any creature would refuse immortality.

"Phoenix is different from us. It is a witness of history, but we are only participants. For Thunderbird, freedom is more important than immortality. Only by conquering the ultimate fear can we obtain the purest freedom of life. "Hoffa didn't understand each other's words, maybe he didn't understand himself enough.

However, he is only a messenger, since the word has spread, he has nothing to say.

"Well, I'll go." Hoffa said softly, and he planned to turn away.

"Wait a minute."

Shenjun very man called him.

"What's the matter?" Hoffa turned.

"Is your magic enough?"

As soon as Hoffa listened to him, he found that his magic was nearly exhausted in the process of continuous use of metamorphosis.

Hoffa shook his head. "Not much."

Talas laughed: "you are also the strangest wizard I have ever seen. You are so powerful that even the cold wind of herheim can't destroy you. But the magic is so little that it's not even half that of a normal Wizard of the same age. "

Hoffa...

Talas pointed to the bridge deck: "without magic, you can't drive away the desire insects. They are attracted by your life and will pester endlessly. Until you degenerate to be the same as them. "

Hoffa looked around. Sure enough, the maggots who had been electrocuted and fainted showed signs of awakening. Not only that, more and more worms climbed up the bridge from the abyss.

"What can you do?" Hoffa asked.

Talas nodded: "thanks to you, I ended my life ahead of time. There are still some remaining powers that are useless. Take them away. Tell Joey to take good care of my offspring. "

With that, he suddenly stepped forward and reached for Hoffa's hand.

"Go back and find a way to improve your magic when you have time."

With a crackle of electricity.

He pushed Hoffa hard.

A surge of energy came from Hoffa's left hand to his whole body. His eyes widened in horror, a feeling he had never experienced before.

He even felt that he could do whatever he wanted.

He wanted to say goodbye to Taras, but without saying anything, Taras finally waved to him with a smile, which turned into a flash of light and disappeared into the sky.

Hoffa was full of explosive power, and there was a golden light in his eyes.

He turned and stepped. In the blink of an eye, he ran dozens of meters.

It feels great.

The eyes on the back of his hand were almost closed, and Hoffa ran with all his strength, crossing the straight stone bridge at a speed of hundreds of times.

But also, there are more and more maggots crawling out of the stone bridge. The monsters made of countless maggots want to possess Hoffa and occupy his soul.

The closer you get to giant eye, the more ugly monsters you have. In the end, it was like an army.

They fight to the death against the electric light, and hundreds of them pounce on Hoffa.

Hoffa's forward speed slowed down.

But he was not afraid. The surging magic in his body filled Hoffa with wild and fighting desire, and even a trace of inexplicable brutality.

He raised his hand, his wand in the magic boiling between rapid growth, bigger, it is more than two meters, more than five meters. It's more than ten meters and there's no sign of stopping.

Finally, the wand turned into a 40 meter long sword with electricity. He dragged the handle of the sword to run with all his strength and finally drew a magnificent arc.

All creatures within a radius of 40 meters were cut off by him.

Unfortunately, he was only happy for one second, and Talas gave him the magic to vent. Then, no one stopped Hoffa head-on hit the huge eyes.

Disappeared in the pupil.

After Hoffa passed through his eyes, the flesh and blood eye slowly closed and turned to dust in the cold wind of herheim.

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once again through the stacked space.

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it's like having a fantastic dream. Hoffa's eyes without dark eyes are gradually normal.

A flicker of lightning crackled in his eyes, and then he fell silent.

He smelled the dead grass and felt the softness of the soil under his cheek. The chill of autumn in Scotland is very clear at this moment.

Hoffa barely got up from the ground and rubbed his temples.

From time to time, there was real pain in his head. The pain told Hoffa that he was overdrawn.

He felt a little more on the back of his hand.

Looking down, he found that the bloody eye on the back of his hand had disappeared. Instead, it was a light golden grain, very light, as if it were painted with gold scraps. If you don't look carefully, you can't see it. It's like an eagle, but it's very symmetrical. The pattern is also very simple.

Just as Hoffa was curious about the pattern.

A man rushed out of the corner, grabbed Hoffa by the shoulder and looked at him expectantly."Well, did he promise to come back?"

It's Joey.

Hoffa looked back at Joey, then at the huge dead bird next to him. He shook his head regretfully, and slowly passed on what Taras had finally said to him.

With Hoffa's narration, joy's excitement gradually faded away, and finally turned into uncontrollable sadness.

When Hoffa finished, he stood in silence for a long time, holding the eggs.

A cold wind blew through the leaves of the forbidden forest. At last, the bleak old man sighed and muttered, "I expected this to happen. Death is a game of the brave. Taras, I'm still far from you..."

Hoffa didn't know how to comfort Joey, so he just kept silent. But Joey soon regained his emotions.

He patted Hoffa on the shoulder and said sincerely, "it's hard for you. You're the bravest Ravenclaw I've ever seen."

Brave?

Oh, Hoffa rolled his eyes and thought that you would tell me to go to the underworld at the beginning, and I would not go even if I broke my leg. It was not a pit.

However, at least I came back, and a month's hard work came to an end.

Hoff did not want to make complaints about his adventures in Hull, Joey. He could not wait to return to the public lounge to relax at the fire of La manklan.

He held out his hand: "the list."

Joey held the egg in one hand and pulled a crumpled parchment out of his pocket in the other.

"I've filled out your list. Go back. You can come to me if you are in trouble. Don't offend those senior managers in Hogwarts. They won't make fun of you. "

Hoffa took the parchment and, sure enough, put a big red tick on the top of the parchment, with Joey's signature and wax stamp underneath.

Hoffa tucked the parchment into his arms with satisfaction.

Back in the treehouse, after saying goodbye to Joey, Hoffa kneaded his head and went to the castle.

As he walked back, he looked at the strange pale gold pattern on the back of his hand.

This is what Talas left to himself in the underworld. He thought that the power was one-off, and he didn't use it up.

But now it doesn't seem like that. Hoffa is curious about what it is.

Because he always felt that something was flowing from his body to this grain, just like an organ that he would breathe when he had more.

Just as I walked to the school gate, the pain in my brain became more intense.

Hoffa's face changed. No.

He did not release magic, how to overdraw the symptoms of magic more and more serious?

The flow movement on the golden lines of the arms is more obvious.

And a strange hunger comes to the brain.

Hungry...

are you hungry?

Hoffa was stunned on the spot. He looked at his arm again.

He finally knew what it was like.

This golden grain is swallowing its own magic, the speed is not generally fast.

Shit!

There are signs that the headache is getting worse.

Hoffa immediately crossed his knees and began to meditate.

After he began to meditate, he felt a kind of incomparable hunger, which was not physical hunger, but magic hunger.

He didn't dare to be careless. He ran the meditation method of Milarepa Walker over and over again to quickly recover his magic power.

Finally, after meditating for an hour, the feeling of hunger slowly disappeared. Hoffa gritted his teeth and straightened up. He wanted to go back to the public lounge. Take a good look at this thing.

But before we took two steps, the hunger came again.

It's just like a baby crying for food.

The unexpected headache made Hoffa lean against the wall and cover his head.

WTF......！

Despite the astonished eyes of the students nearby, Hoffa had to sit down again and continue to meditate.

In this way, Hoffa meditated for an hour and regained his magic. The pale gold tattoo will empty his magic in a few minutes, less than ten seconds.

And there is no sign of a return.

After three times of continuous meditation, that sense of freshness and curiosity is finally swept away, replaced by surprise and anger.

At the entrance of the castle, Hoffa raised his head and yelled, startling a group of pigeons.

"Hey, you old bird, what have you left on me?"