Vol 5 Chapter 141

The crystal ball seemed to be suspended in the darkness, and the light that circulated reflected half of the woman's thin face—the cheeks were deeply sunken, pale, as if ghostly, and the woman clenched her lips, thin enough to make her lips dry as if with a knife. A cut in the skin, the shadow of the embroidered hood covered the position of the eye socket, and the eyeballs in it exuded a shimmer like a cat in the darkness. This article is written by. . Starter

She was expressionless, and soon another face emerged in the darkness opposite her, which was also a woman's face, but the flesh was the face of Zhang Fengying's woman, the woman Walking slowly out of the darkness, with honey on his face, squinting his eyes, and greeting with a smile:

"It's been a long time, Kurur."

There was only a glittering crystal ball between them, emitting a strange brilliance, and the light escaped all around and gradually merged into the darkness.

Silence only lasted for a while, about guessing that the other party would not answer himself, An Wei smiled slightly: "You know, I'm waiting for your answer. Secrets cannot always be hidden in the forest, and the magic moon always rises. That day. "

"What answer, An Wei," Kurur looked up, her empty eyes seemed to be two whirlpools, the pupils of insight, and the witches of their tribe could see through the vortex and traps of time during divination, and clarify the future and The past puzzles, but only as the heir of the sword moon, have the pupils that can really clear the mist. Legend has it that these eyes are taken from the giant snake Kukurol and have the ability to see the future. The witch's voice seemed to come from the abyss of hell, and it was chillingly cold: "--you already know the answer to this question."

The rich woman frowned: "Why are you obsessed and obsessed, this is not your character. You know that mortal loyalty has no binding force on us. What we witches want to be loyal to is the true master, the dragon of darkness. It is Odin Is the master of the Miner and the leader of the army. Now that the moon has returned to this land, she is back, the lion, the caveman. The banshee, the mountain people, the werewolf, and even the Miner are served. She is the Lord. You know, the shadow of the dragon, who knows everything, has fallen on this land. She is the one destined for the past, the present and the future. The Witch King has predicted this. Why do n’t you turn back. with me."

Kurul said nothing, but after a while, An Wei noticed she was sneering.

"what are you laughing at?"

There was still silence in the darkness.

An Wei's frown grew deeper and deeper. She and Kurur had known each other for many years and knew each other's temperament. The Witch of Sword Moon inherited the sixth daughter of Esis—the beautiful Tedessa Powerful and beautiful, Tedissa has control over the realm of peace and communication, so the cup witch of the moon is also called the dark witch. They are blind walkers in the dark, with the power to communicate mystery and spirit. They took inspiration from those whispers and made keen predictions, so the more silent this woman was, the more anxious An Wei felt.

"Babasha lied to us, Kourul, that young man is not a dark dragon."

"Do you know. I heard some rumors ..."

"In the Great Glacier, some ancient ghosts are recovering, and this step does not point to that prophecy—"

"I have been inspired by the King of the Seven Pole Dragons. She was once the strongest ally of the Dark Dragon."

"Kurur, why don't you speak. Answer me."

Witches rarely have fierce disputes, and their deadly enemies often use more evil and cruel methods to deal with their opponents, like the motto of the witch-start by killing, end by killing. The magic of darkness has long eroded their hearts. They are cruel, ruthless, and indifferent to life, but often do not need unnecessary quarrels. But today is obviously an exception. Even the dark space seems to be aware of the tit-for-tat between the two witches. The soft light emitted by the crystal ball does not know when it will become sharp.

Kurur's face grew paler under the harsh white light, and her lips moved:

"You go, An Wei, destiny is doomed."

"You choose to stay?" An Wei took a sip of air conditioning. "I thought you were just waiting for the time."

She wanted to say something more, but her voice had become distorted. The crystal ball suspended in mid-air suddenly seemed to extract the surrounding time and space, and even the flowing light was bent to form a vortex. Dark sucked into it. An Wei showed a look of surprise and anger. Her face was extremely distorted in such a weird situation, and she screamed out of tone: "This is a dream !? How dare you look into my dream, Kourul, you How dare-- "

The sound came to a halt. When the light of the crystal ball was distorted to the extreme, the entire dark space was shattered, and An Wei shattered like glass, then dissipated in the darkness.

I don't know how long it took before the thin woman opened her eyes again, and her forehead was full of fine sweat.

She was in a small tent, with Barbasha and a sugar bowl beside her.

"What did you see?" Sugar Jar asked her, looking at this mysterious woman, curiously holding her candy jar that seemed inexhaustible forever.

"A dream about the future," Kurur replied blankly.

"You saw An Wei, giggles, the fat woman must be so angry," the sugar bowl laughed, "but I'm a little curious, Kuru, you are the eyes of insight, what did you see, why did you choose to stand On our side. "

"That naturally is because the master is the true dragon of darkness." Barbasa on the side revered with respect: "Kurul is the most outstanding prophet of the witch family, and even she is standing on the side of the master, explaining her destiny A choice has been made. "

"That's not necessarily true, Babasha," Sugar Bowl didn't seem to mind his subordinates disagreeing with his views, and said with a smile: "I heard that the most outstanding prophets in the witch family are from the moon and heresy. The Witch of the Moon, the Witch of the Qin Moon holds the power of Eisa's three daughters, Meisa, and the power of prophecy and charm. The witch of fate is the darling of fate. The witch of the heresy moon is Timmy Silk believers, who possess true insight in their power, are better than the dark witches who have control over communication. I am afraid that they will be even better in the way of prophecy. The witch of Qin Zhiyue is not yet alive, but Timis The witch Roya has already stood by the Silver Queen. From this we can see that our adult is not a dark dragon. It is hard to say. At least I think he is not like a dark dragon. But he is more interesting. Some, I like him better, and don't stay with that old woman. "

As a sorceress witch, Babasha knew the inheritance of witches naturally not as clear as the sugar bowl. After hearing that the successors of her own line said this, she became a little worried for a while. Earlier it was she who discovered Brando's potential and introduced this young man to Sugar Bowl and Kourul. But if Brando is not the dragon of darkness, wouldn't she have committed a great fault?

As for the words in the mouth of the sugar bowl that were disrespectful to the Dark Dragon. The old witch pretended not to hear it.

And Kurur on the side didn't seem to hear the conversation between the witches of an old, a young and two generations, but just sat there silently, as if a piece of dead wood, the sugar bowl noticed her attitude, and was somewhat dissatisfied: "Kurul, you Haven't answered my word yet. "

Kourul looked at the little girl and was silent for a moment before answering the question: "An Wei is the maid of the Witch King."

"I've known that for a long time." The sugar bowl looked disapproved. "What an answer."

Kourul stopped for a moment: "She's in Eruin."

Although she did not say who ‘she’ was, the sugar bowl seemed to understand. Bouncing like a cat with a tail on its tail: "What !?"

"I met her a few years ago. She brought a little girl with a name called Sophia." She paused: "It's not a changed name, it's a real name."

"Thirteenth month!" The sugar bowl took a sip of cold air.

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‘Xvi: thetower—

Lost moon takes light

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A humming sound echoed in the hall, and the crowd was clearly divided into two sides. The two sides confronted each other in the hall. Obviously, it was not a half-time meeting. On both sides of the confrontation, one side was well-dressed. It was the Cruz nobles who had exiled from the south to this point. The other side was wearing a sky blue shirt and wearing the White Lion Legion's standard armor. It was the Eruin who came with the fleet-to be precise, the Eruin soldier.

Although the nobles have an advantage in status, the gleaming weapon in the hands of the young soldiers of the Eruin side is not inferior to such an advantage, which is enough to stop these people honestly, and only dare to anger, or low Swear.

"Let your lord come out!"

"This is the Cruz territory, not the place where you Eruins can spread wild!"

"When will he deceive us!"

"This is a Cruz war, you are not welcome here!"

Noisy sounds such as this one wave higher than the wave, it looks like a scene often seen in Cruz or the Eruin noble council. Perhaps in normal times, the nobles with a slight status would not bother to roll up their sleeves to do such things, but nowadays, their subordinates are either caught by Brando or forced into the ranks Among the "Local Guards" controlled by the Eruins, if they do not end in person, I am afraid no one will help them.

But in the crowd, there were still a few people who were detached. To be precise, they were five people, five representatives who were nominated by the nobles to negotiate with Brando. They were Count Alcons, Count Jinn, and Sir Firth. Baron Tirion and the Knights of Rogers. Of course, the Knights of the Inner Knights Rogers were only chosen to make up a few of them. The Knights of the Inner Courts approached Brando closer on weekdays, so the nobles hope they can play more Many functions can at least represent a few fair words on behalf of the Cruz aristocracy in front of these **** Eruins.

However, compared with the nobles who were excited about the group, these five people seemed more calm. Count Alcons and his colleagues looked at each other and looked at the scene in front of them, their faces were not very optimistic. Compared with these nobles who usually have no relief from Brando in these weekdays, they know the temper of the young lord better. Although they seem to care nothing and speak better, they know that the personality of that person is probably better than all People imagine it is much tougher.

Besides, they should have been dispelled by these guards on weekdays-now they are in this port, although they are nominally managers, but almost all the troops in the port are under the control of the Eruins, In fact, it is awkward to say that they are just a bunch of puppets and have no right to speak at all. But today, the other party turned a blind eye, as if letting them get things done.

Earl Alcons or a few others were faintly smelling the conspiracy.

But at this moment they are already riding a tiger. Except for the Rogers Cavalier who was pulled forcibly and can stand by and watch, the sweat of the other people has been hidden on the forehead. Although the others next to them are enthusiastic, the four in the middle The noble representative, however, had been straining his nerves and staring at the door on the second floor of the hall. They knew that if Brando wanted to convey something, it wouldn't be long before someone came out.

as expected.

Just listening to the sound of ‘click’, the door was pushed open.

The sound of the door opening seemed to be a signal, and the whole hall was silent in a moment. Everyone looked up subconsciously, and an infinite amount of light gathered on the door.

…… (To be continued ...)