"Victor, my lord appreciates your understanding and innovation of magic power. If you are willing to submit to my Lord, he will share with you all the secrets and knowledge of the world." Stuart said reluctantly, "even in the realm of the sorcerer, you are not without a chance to get your hands on it."
Stewart felt instinctively disgusted with the black wizard in the sky, but he just couldn't remember why he felt this way about him.
Stewart shakes his bird's head and clears his mind. How can he be distracted at such a time!
My Lord's, Stuart's, not the will of the Lord!
Stuart?
The bird head man seemed to be in a trance for a moment. He saw an apprentice in a black robe, struggling to survive in various human body reconstruction operations, crying bitterly.
Stewart is a familiar name. Who is that?
Birdman shakes his head again, clearing out the useless information in his mind. More knowledge from the holy traitor is instilled into his memory by the magic book.
Knowledge, power, these things that Stuart once craved, were generously given to him by Santa, but as mentioned before, chaos evil spirits always like to use this black humor way to achieve the wishes of ordinary people.
Even if they have enough power to satisfy the wishes of all the living beings in this world, even for them, the world's resource shortage is terrible and useless.
But the reason why evil gods are evil gods is that they don't play cards according to the routine. They just like to see the expression of mortals who gain nothing or gain unnecessary after hard work and sacrifice.
They just like to listen to the cry of the soul, the confession of great regret.
This is a game of evil gods, but not every civilization has the right to participate with the evil gods. Those who are born weak and weak will be wiped away by the evil gods as garbage.
However, treachery is the evil god among the evil gods. What he likes most is to play with the souls of enemies and worshippers by using all kinds of tricks. He collects knowledge, appreciates tricks, and likes to lure the casters.
If you can solve the problem with wisdom and conspiracy, you will not choose to use violence.
Of course, if on the basis of appreciating the tragedy, it can bring some troubles to those more interesting souls and lead to more interesting plays, which is a wonderful comedy for the traitors.
So, although Stuart forgot his name, his past, and his hatred, he knew the metal box that the mage victor and the demon hunter would never forget.
"It's called the source of fire. It's a strange thing that comes across the crystal wall. Victor, you call it mechanical miracle. You call it mechanical heart." The bird's head walked slowly forward, each step leaving a complex magic mark on the ground: "however, you don't know what this object is really for."
The Reverend Ford directed the paladins to shrink their lines and withdraw the militia to the interior of the castle. After the high-end forces of the paladin expeditionary force were exhausted, he chose to keep as much force as possible.
"Our latest creation can restore the land polluted by chaos as before!" On the ground where the bird headed man passed by, a figure appeared suddenly, as if introducing something.
"But my Lord is willing to ask the inventor and creator of the fire source to explain its use for free." The human head staff in the bird head man's hands seems unable to bear such a large amount of energy. In the blue light, he kept howling: "human, listen carefully!"
Even Victor, the black robed wizard in the sky, has suspended the spread of the dark clouds, waiting for the introduction of the shadow. He is very confident of his own strength, so he appears calm.
"The radiation from [fire source] can transform carbon based organisms into silicon-based organisms, and our race will take the opportunity to get rid of the chaos!" Another figure stood in the same place, shaking his arms and shouting, as if speaking to a crowd that didn't exist around him.
Another virtual shadow said in a confused tone: "once civilization is destroyed, our extinction is inevitable, and the end is inevitable. Where should [the source of fire] go? Perhaps its existence will give other civilizations a chance to survive. "
As birdhead's staff burned out like a candle, Birdman himself was also ignited, and the shadow disappeared into the air as if it had lost its support: "may I ask you, is the origin of the [source of fire] a creation of another civilization? Or the conspiracy of my Lord to deceive you
The Birdman's voice became more and more ethereal, and the almost transparent Birdman looked at the Demon Hunter: "if it's the former, who should own it? Are you representing the new forces? "
"Or do you represent the caster?" Looking at Victor in the black robe, Birdman turned his attention to the paladin: "or do you believe in the hypocrites who are interested in the source of fire?"
The bird head man waved his wings fiercely. Originally, Nangong Yujun tightly bound the [mechanical heart] in the sealed box with a chain, as if there was life, and a shock wave broke out!The sealed box was forced to open a gap. The fluctuation of the power of order came out of the gap. The paladins around and the Reverend Ford on the wall felt the unspeakable power.
Nangong Yujun, who is closest to the mechanical heart, lost consciousness in an instant. His hands made the action of closing the box, and he was stiff there.
Xu Yichen also felt that his thinking seemed to be frozen and slowed down, and the "pure fire" and "red time" were opened at the same time!
Around the paladins are also as affected by the infection, binocular dementia, subconsciously formed a neat square array!
With the final will power, the demon hunter walked to the back of Nangong Yujun, and the palm with gloves was inch by inch close to the metal box!
In the sky, the thunder cloud storm summoned by mage Victor was also affected. The originally irregular shape of the dark cloud turned into a square cube with a breeze blowing by!
Under the action of this rule, the lightning inside becomes a straight line, straight up and down between the dark clouds and the ground!
represents the fear of chaos, like a bubble, ashes to ashes.
Birdman also disappeared, but before it disappeared, his eyes twinkled with a light of wisdom that was not his own: "of course, this may also be a gift from me. Remember, everything is OK, everything is empty. Have a good time."
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