Arthur looked at the noisy crowd outside the invisible water balloon. They were still cheering for the fight that was about to end, and they didn't notice the three people here at all.
Nighthawk stroked his beard. He was not curious about how Arthur saw the mirror world that others could not see. He was not a wizard, and he didn't have much idea about the academic issues of wizards. He continued the conversation before Arthur came in.
Discussing with Parrish:
"So, you found the traitor?"
Parrish said 'hmm', "I deliberately showed off my actions, and he indeed asked Rastel from the Arbitration Institute to come to me, but fortunately I am a lot stronger."
Rastel...are you from the Bears of the Arbitration Institute? Although Nighthawk has never left 114 Templer Street, the basic staffing and information of the official organization, Nighthawk, the owner of the underground fighting gym, has mastered everything.
.
"Why did you come to me?" This question is what the giant wolf is most concerned about. He and Parrish met eleven years ago, which happened a month before the Rose Manor burned down.
Parrish, who was eleven years old at the time, was heading towards Brighton City from the edge of the Tali Plain, which is the lowermost reaches of the Heath River Basin in Brighton City and is also the boundary between humans and beasts. The scorching sun hung in the sky.
The Tali Plain is famous for its barrenness. Parrish has been walking for four hours on this cracked land. Not to mention finding edible fruits on this plain, even if there is not even a drop of water or even a straw handkerchief.
Nothing was found.
If he hadn't become a water wizard who could communicate with nature and collect every drop of moisture in the air to replenish it, Parrish would have been dried by the scorching sun. "If we don't hurry up... I don't know...
I wonder what will happen to Uncle Joe." Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Parrish used his unfamiliar water language to control the evaporating sweat to be recycled back to his body to support his dry body.
"It's a bit disgusting." The human common language with a thick accent came from nowhere, frightening the unconscious Parrish. When Parrish retreated, his feet were unable to support the extreme movements, and he fell to the ground, and he could only use his hands.
Move back.
The speaker was a giant wolf with blue and white hair and wearing brown human shorts. He was the Nighthawk from eleven years ago. He was carrying a bundle and stepping on a nearby boulder. He looked down at the man with chapped lips and pale face.
Parrish.
"Human, you know this place is closer to the orcs, you can easily be eaten here." Nighthawk smiled sarcastically, especially after seeing Parrish's thin arms and legs, he couldn't help laughing.
meaning.
"Wolf, werewolf...why are you here? Aren't the werewolves the tribe over there in Sunset Town?"
"I am relatively free, and I prefer human life. I am going to Brighton City. Looking in the direction, you should be too, shall we come together?"
Nighthawk jumped down from the boulder, without concealing his purpose at all, and extended an invitation hand to Parrish, "Besides, you seem to be a wizard, right? That language, I heard people in the tribe say, that is
The language of wizards."
Parrish was cautious and backed away a little. Wizards are not people who can survive safely among all races, especially humans. For humans, wizards are uncontrollable, and uncontrollability means danger.
"Oh, don't worry," Nighthawk spread his palms, indicating that he had no weapons and no threats, "I have no prejudice against wizards, especially, you see, where we are now, in the Tali Plains
"Angusna Splits the Ground, by the way, I forgot, this is the name of the orcs. Anyway, it is quite troublesome to survive here. Since the purpose is the same, we might as well leave together."
Parrish still refused to let down his guard and kept mouthing the only offensive witchcraft he had ever known.
Nighthawk saw that Parrish didn't respond for a long time, and waved his hand, "Forget it, I still want someone to take care of each other, and I am a wolf." He turned around and wanted to leave.
"Wait a minute," Parrish finally spoke. Nighthawk was overjoyed and trotted up to pick up Parrish, "I wish I had been so happy earlier. Let's go, my human brother, my name is Nighthawk.
And you."
"Parrish, Parrish. Airlandon."
Back in time, Nighthawk asked Parrish: "Why did you come to me?"
Parrish did not face Nighthawk directly, but just looked at Arthur, "I need your help, help me go to the ruins of Rose Manor."
Rose Manor? Arthur had no intention of playing in the water anymore and looked at the two people talking in amazement. Isn't this the place where the Hebrew family lived eleven years ago? What does this have to do with him? Arthur clenched his fists.
Parrish is friend or foe, what can he do?
"Rose Manor? You mean, the one that was burned down eleven years ago? What happened there? Isn't it the territory of the nobles?" Nighthawk didn't know any news about it. Old Ford said that all the news
They were all blocked by the Human Alliance. Most people only know that the manor was burned down by fire that night. They only know that no new manor has been built or renovated there for so long, and it still looks like it was burned down.
"That's right, do you remember Hobik?"
"That dwarf? What happened to him?"
"He got a key from the Houston family's belongings."
One person and one wolf were chatting without paying attention to Arthur's existence at all, but the amount of information in the conversation between the two was too much, and his brain circuit could not keep up with the two of them, but one word gave him a different meaning
Feeling, Houston family. Why does this word trigger the same feeling as when I first heard the word "Fall of the Gods" when I was a child? It was a few bearded dwarves standing in front of the furnace forging something, a giant hammer that obviously did not fit their height.
It knocked down on the iron pillar in front of the stove.
A severe headache made Arthur break out in a cold sweat. Why, this is not his memory, why would he remember these things? Suddenly, a fragment was frozen in front of his eyes. It was the scene of his grandfather holding him, and there was mutual induction in the blood.
Arthur recognized at a glance that it was his grandfather Albert Hebrew. He seemed to have stuffed something into his hand when he was a baby. What was it? Arthur's headache worsened, and the pain was as severe as if his head was about to burst. That seemed very important.
, what is that? Arthur held his head and wanted to finally see clearly what his grandfather thrust into him.
Elecrom, the giant wolf god, was the last word Arthur heard in his ears. Then the tinnitus filled Arthur's ears, and Arthur lost consciousness again and collapsed to the ground.
Nighthawk was still discussing the Rose Manor with Parrish. Arthur suddenly fell down and he had no time to react. He quickly lifted Arthur up from the ground and let him fall in his arms, with gurgling blood flowing from Arthur's facial features.
The blood looked even scarier than when he had just finished fighting with Jace in the afternoon.
"Send him to the lounge quickly, I can cure him." Parrish opened the door of the lounge, let Nighthawk rush in with the person in his arms, and then expanded the scope of the world in the witchcraft mirror to the entire lounge.
Even people outside the lounge can't feel the presence of the lounge.
Arthur was not unconscious for long. Under the healing power of Parrish's water witchcraft, he only lay down for five minutes before he woke up.
"What's going on, Arthur, water witchcraft shouldn't cause harm to your body, why would you..." Nighthawk didn't know how to describe Arthur's state just now, so he used his talons to rub a few smears on his face.
down, and then pointed at his face, "So scary?"
Arthur shook his head tiredly. He had lost too much blood today. Now he didn't even have the strength to sit up from the chair and speak. Parrish chanted a few more spells, which actually returned all the blood on Arthur's face.
Back in Arthur's body. No matter how many times I saw it, I still felt nauseous. Nighthawk stuck out his tongue and made retching motions.
Parrish snapped his fingers and pointed at Arthur:
"The blood in your brain has accumulated more than usual. You must have had abnormal brain activity just now. Tell me what's wrong with you."
"Why are you so curious about an ordinary child? And others are speechless."
"Ordinary?" Parrish almost couldn't help laughing, "People are indeed quite ordinary, but their status is different."
Parrish glanced sideways at Arthur, who was breathing heavily, and what he said made Arthur's heart stop for a beat:
