Chapter 395

"It seems to be very important to you." Nicoleme said.

"I just want to prove something, whether it's the gods or the monster, you should know, the monster I met under Hogwarts."

"I heard you had a great experience." Nicoleme said, "it's about the gods, isn't it? When the gods are broken, evil spirits invade, and Eden, your goddess, seals outsiders all over the world."

"Yes, Mr. nicoleme." Van Lin is not surprised at all. Dumbledore must have said to nicoleme that there seems to be some agreement between them, and he guessed something vaguely. It's just about him, there are some things to deal with, Tom, or the creation of the void.

"I'm sorry, I don't quite understand the legend of God. Witches always need to witness things, just as I finally got the book of Abraham."

"You didn't believe it before?" Asked Fanlin.

"Always put in front of your eyes, really touch to be able to finally confirm, right?"

"I still remember the sandstorm that day." Nicoleme said that his voice was full of vicissitudes of history.

"It was an exploration of the magical remains of the Middle East, and I still remember that there were six of us."

"You mean the world tree is in the Middle East?" Fanlin was surprised that the records in this myth were quite different.

"Strictly speaking, it's such an unnatural landscape. What is hidden in it must be about magic. We infer that there are magic relics there, just like the pyramids of Egypt or the mysterious islands of the Pacific Ocean."

"What did you find?" Asked Fanlin.

"Before that, I never thought I would win Abraham's favor. I always thought it was a fictional figure, like the gods in the temple, who never showed their power."

"Compared to now, it was a terrible disaster, not just the wind, but humanity." Nicoleme said that his voice sounded a bit desperate, and even more than 600 years later, van Lin could still capture the gray on nicoleme's face.

"It was the second day of the excavation of the magic relics in the Middle East. The Jewish people seemed to be very exclusive of outsiders. In short, the way they met us was not friendly."

Nicoleme said that Vaseline listened attentively. This is about the origin of nicoleme, a great alchemist. Dumbledore also seems to be in the mood, it seems that he is the first time to listen to nicoleme talking about the experience of obtaining the book of Abraham.

"The next morning, we were welcomed and baptized by the land of the Middle East, that is, sandstorms all over the sky."

There was a palpitation in nicoleme's words.

"In the face of the power of nature, whether it is a wizard or a human, will rise a feeling of insignificance and powerlessness, like being torn up by a strong wind, mixed with a storm of magical turbulence, we can't even change shape and shadow."

"The six of us were blown away by the wind, and when I finally woke up, there were only two people around me, one named Hans and the other Elvin."

"The sandstorm has stopped?" Asked Fanlin. He has heard of this kind of sand storm. Once the sand storm is rolled up in the desert, it can't be ended without a week.

"We found a relic, the wreckage of the building, and I used my last strength to get out of the storm and climb in." Nicoleme said, "the three of us are lucky enough to get together in the face of natural disasters."

"At that time, I was very weak. The magic turbulence brought by the storm took away the magic power in our body and our chance to escape. In the magic of the riot, no one can move away. In fact, my wand has been lost in the previous storms. I can feel that it has been destroyed

"In the next few days, there is no doubt that there is a long wait. While we hope that the storm will subside, we are also trying to squeeze every potential of our body, eager to get more magic to protect ourselves."

"In fact, there's nothing reliable about a temporary team in the face of danger, especially when my wand is left behind and the other two still have it." Nicoleme said, pulling up one of his sleeves, and in the position of his arm, a ferocious circle of wounds was explaining his experience to Vaseline.

"It was left on the third day of the sandstorm." Nicoleme said. He laughed at himself, and then he took out his wand and gently touched his arm. The dry and ferocious arm revealed his original face.

"Is this the alchemy arm?" Said Fanlin.

"Yes, that's what we left on the third day, along with this wand, grapevine, 12 inch long, unicorn heartstring."

"Unicorn?" Fanlin exclaimed, "how could it be that the magic wand doesn't use the unicorn's heartstrings at all. Killing a unicorn is a curse.""This is Hans's wand. He's a black wizard from demstrom. He used to be the owner of the wand."

"You You killed him? "

"Yes, I killed him." Nicoleme nodded. "In fact, if I don't kill him, he'll kill me."

"For survival?"

"Everyone tried to survive, even me at the time." Nicoleme said, "on the third day of the sandstorm, because of the turbulent flow of magic, our magic power has been constantly consumed. There is no sunshine, no water, no magic power, strong wind and dry heat. The sand has already taken on a black state, just like a dagger, and everyone has a lot of scars."

"But no one wants to die, at least not here, and Elvin is the first to lose his breath. We have all heard of this kind of blackened sandstorm. Once it blows on the desert, it can't stop for more than a week. And our body state is not enough for us to continue to support that long time, hiding place needs magic support, otherwise we will be buried under

"Speaking of it, Elvin is from a pure blood aristocratic family in Europe, but it is the last generation, anyway, I have not heard any information about their family."

"What did he do?"

"Phantom shift." Nicoleme said, "he doesn't want to die here, and his condition is the best, the strength is relatively complete."

"It's impossible to get out." Fanlin murmured that the magic turbulence would disturb the original space, even if the jumping node could be found, the unstable space would also make the wizard completely separate and disintegrate in it.

"Always hope you can survive, don't you?" Nicoleme said, "the mind of fluke is always terrible, because no one has ever succeeded in this kind of luck."

"He still failed." Fanlin affirmed that the most failed judgment, he was clearly in the best condition, and the hope of surviving was also the greatest.

"Yes, he did fail." Nicoleme said, "he ignored my advice. In fact, I didn't have any magic power to save him at that time. He just moved in front of us, and then he exploded in a place not far away from us, leaving his leg in the remains of his hiding place."

"His death was like a signal. In an instant, a greater panic spread in my heart. I think it was the same with Hans at that time. As long as the sandstorm is over, there will always be hope of survival. Before that, we have to solve a more important problem, that is, food and water."

"He's on you?" As soon as van Lin's heart sank, he would not make any good moves as a black mage who wanted to come to Hans.

"To be exact, in order to survive, we have focused on each other at the same time. I am also a human being, and I have lost my identity as a wizard. If I don't live too long, then death is a mystery that I can't see through."

Fanlin was speechless for a moment. What nicoleme showed him was undoubtedly the most essential cruelty. In the face of the crisis of anger, he longed for life or chose to die.

Fanlin can't help but torture himself, but the answer is also unknown.

"It's no doubt a kind of torture. Killing each other and letting yourself live is a kind of suffering." "However, a strong sense of emptiness continued to spread in each other's bodies, and Hans was the first to make the decision," nicoleme said

"He failed."

"Yes, he also failed. He started first. However, I was on guard. I knocked down his wand with a wand free cast, and I paid my arm for it." Nicoleme said he didn't look relaxed.

"Did you eat him?"

"No Nicoleme said, "the wands are no longer stable, and we begin to lose the magic. Finally, storm and quicksand, no matter which is fatal, even if you have a magic wand, it's hard to resist it. "

Said nicoleme, with a trace of happiness on his face.

"I watched Hans being torn apart by the wind, and I applied a protective magic to myself with the last bit of magic, and I was swallowed up by quicksand to the ground."

"Swallowed by quicksand." Fanin exclaimed, he could not imagine how nicoleme survived. The quicksand was strong enough to twist a solid piece of steel, and nicoleme lost his hand.

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