Chapter 888

The shadow of the world as always dark and gloomy, exposed to the ground of the dark rock is able to bring people a sense of suffocation.

On a bare hill in the andokla forest, with a few snow-white flowers swaying between the crevices of the rocks, the rock mountain, like a giant beast, has a little bit of "natural" meaning.

However, the massiness of the mountain is not quiet at this moment. Even if there is no howling hurricane shuttling among the rocks, which makes a ghostly haze sound, the interior of this "Stone Mountain" will still emit faint tremor while clearly releasing the frightening rumbling "roar".

At the same time, this low "roar" is accompanied by the spread of terrifying mental fluctuations. In this area, except for the immovable plants, almost all animals have disappeared and fled In the shadow of the shadow, only a terrible cry rang through the mountain, and the white trees, whose branches and leaves vibrated because of the tremor, made the whole hill look a little gloomy and strange.

Of course, it is impossible for a hill itself to howl constantly, let alone release the painful mental fluctuations, so the reason that can make a huge sound must be in the interior of the mountain.

In fact, if someone could dig a hole in this hill now, he would be surprised by the inner scene.

Because now the hill is no longer a complete rock, a lot of irregular gravel has replaced the whole block of solid black rock, filled in the solid black rock shell, and accompanied by a voice not like the human voice of the shrill howl, these gravel is still rolling mixing, and become more broken.

It is obvious that the culprit who caused a hill to become a "gravel stuffed bun" is still in the hinterland of the mountain without a trace of air.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah!

"Hua La"!

Another wail full of pain shook the rock, and a large number of crushed stones collided and crunched because of a strong stirring force. In the rubble pile with a certain space, a black, red and dirty "creature" was hammering at a large number of sharp stones in front of him with his only old fist, accompanied by the shock of the whole hill The power of Movement broke out, and a lot of fist sized stones immediately broke to the size of fingers.

There is no doubt that this "human" who is bathed in sharp stones and wails is the old mage Owen who has been searched all over the world by practitioners. As a legendary strong man who has been seriously injured, he has lived in this dark hill for a long time.

There is no possibility that the damage caused by Morningstar level attack will heal itself. Even with the law energy's further damage to the wound like a bone maggot, Owen's soul damage is getting worse day by day, instead of showing any signs of getting better.

the poor "Oracle of inscriptions" now has less time to reason every day After even ten seconds are rare, at the same time, he had to endure the pain of being gnawed by worms.

In order to avoid the pursuit, Owen can only use a chance to return to reason to get into this humble hill, and then simply bury himself in the rocks, in order to prevent "instinct" from exposing himself under the drive of pain.

Although the old mage can still smash hard rocks with one punch, his strength has been weakening rapidly. According to the fuzzy calculation, if he smashes these rocks more aimlessly after a period of time, the injury of his soul should force Owen into a dormant state.

When the time comes

"Don't try to find me, never! But the power of the shadow can't block the prophecy of the sun shining throne. It's a magic. Mesul will surely take me away easily. Soon Soon I will be free from such a hell.

At the same time, because of the pain of the soul, the embarrassed old mage encouraged himself by the hazy reason he woke up today.

What else can he do?

It's the only choice to paralyze pain with hope and memory. Owen doesn't know that mesul has no intention to enter the shadow plane, and with ankazan's defeat, he has lost the possibility of being rescued.

At this moment, the "Oracle of inscriptions" is still imagining what he will do after being rescued from the rubble. After all, his mental state can not support too much thinking, so he can only comfort himself with fantasy:

"I'm going to eat some edoc barbecue. Yes, spread the sour and sweet spices on the barbecue, and taste the delicious clam soup Use the master Warcraft as the food material, and then have a good meal, even drink the soup without any left... "

Fuzzy thinking is like a pool of ink floating in the water. Maybe it's because of eating shadow demon meat for two years and stones for half a month. At this time, Owen's ideas are related to the delicious food feast, and even he began to vaguely smell a real aromaThe fragrance is so charming and intoxicating that when the delicious taste lingers on the tip of his nose, the "sage of inscriptions" even has various absurd and endless illusions.

He felt as if he had once returned to his youngest childhood At that time, Owen was only a boy of three or four years old. Because he was fond of playing and didn't recite the obscure Byron language, he was punished by his trainee tutor and was not allowed to have dinner.

But in the middle of the night, when he was hungry and copying words, the little man with tears in his eyes suddenly found that his tutor was soft hearted and sent a delicious vegetable soup

Yes, it was the only time in Owen's life that he was hungry. The vegetable soup he was given to his mouth when he was hungry was also the most delicious thing he had ever eaten in his memory.

Now, the delicious food is reappeared in this dark and oppressive gravel pile

"Guide Tutor, I know you can't bear me to be hungry. I've memorized all the grammar on the third list. Now I I can enjoy this vegetable soup, right?

The embarrassed old man repeats the dialogue of his childhood in a muddle, and stabs his sharp nails into the collapsed hill and rock wall He was totally unconscious of his current environment. In the illusion of "the sage of inscriptions", the pain he felt was the uncomfortable feeling of hunger. The sound of the rocks was the breeze blowing the paper. In the direction of the fragrance, the "elder sister tutor" with elegant steps and beautiful smile was waiting for him with a delicious vegetable soup It's gone

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