When the old wizard of the Crowley family was worried about the destination of the old house, a small group in the Great Wizard Council held an emergency meeting, and many big figures inside and outside the alliance opened their eyes in surprise.
The young legend who destroyed the castle and killed a great wizard casually had left the empty field and was walking slowly on an ice field.
The huge black cat was half a step behind him and placed beside him; the yellow cat lay lazily on his shoulders, as if putting a thick, furry scarf on him.
There is an abyss at the end of the endless ice field.
The black river rolled at the bottom of the abyss.
There was a giant dragon full of blue-black in the river. For several years, this dragon was the only one in the river. But a few days ago, a white bear came to the riverside.
It jumped out of the abyss, without being injured at all, but smashed the huge rocks on the river bank. It lingers by the river every day, roaring the dragons in the river, and the rumbling sounds made the ice fields in several miles buzz.
The dragon turned a deaf ear to this, as if it was a corpse, floating motionlessly in the river.
Until this day.
When the white bear roared again, a huge piece of ice suddenly broke and fell into the river from the edge of the abyss. The huge splashes of water scared the bear and dragon.
“——This is not a good sign!”
It was many days since the White Bear spoke for the first time, with a bit of indescribable anger in his voice: "What price do we have to pay before you can take action?"
In the field of occultism or according to some ancient divination point of view, when you are negotiating something, something suddenly broken will be regarded as a symbol of unluckyness, meaning that something being discussed will have some negative consequences.
Hearing the word "cost", the dragon finally opened its eyes. The flashing gaze seemed to illuminate the long rolling black river a lot.
“——I finally feel a little sincere.”
The dragon's voice is monotonous and mechanical, in sharp contrast to its mottled and ancient aura: "As a demon, you talk about ideals, ambitions, and a sirens' future full of infinite possibilities is really inappropriate."
The white bear has a gloomy face.
He paused word by word and repeated: "——What do you want?"
The dragon was silent for a moment.
"After the promotion of the Siren King, the sea has been in a mess, which is not a good thing for everyone." The dragon meandered and slowly rolled up, like a huge bronze pocket watch. The raised dragon head overlooked the white bear squatting by the river. The monotonous mechanical sound could not hide the enthusiasm: "—I mean, we need a 'headed wolf' between us, so that we can do things to get in hand to the Siren King."
A trace of blood appeared in the white bear's eyes.
"I came to see you on behalf of the Sea God and the Misty because among the four of us, I am most stable in daily life... but this does not mean that I have the best temper."
It exhaled a cold breath, and a row of white fangs appeared between its rolled lips: "——We accept you again, it is one thing to ask you to 'hunting'... It is another thing to take the opportunity to seize the fruit of the 'Sich King'. Don't treat our efforts to maintain balance as an opportunity for you to get more and more... Do you want to start a war between the four sich monsters? Or are you speaking as a sich king or a lich?"
Click.
One of the dragon's toes bounced slightly.
A crisp and monotonous echo suddenly echoed in the entire abyss.
"Ha! Balance? War? Identity?"
The blue-black dragon Koko smiled, as if there was a dense sound of a beating of the needle: "After the promotion of the Siren King, there is no balance between the four of us... War is a game between those who are evenly matched. Do you think you are qualified to be on an equal footing with me?"
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"——Verpent Brigate? That Tebiro? It hides in this place? What do we look for it to do?"
When Shadow Cat heard Zheng Qing's target, he suddenly felt a question mark. Since returning to the relevant departments, it has almost never heard of the big demon who once showed his legendary combat power in the black prison.
“——Burn a second fire.”
The young legend had a faint red look in his eyes, his hands were put in his sleeves, and he walked calmly: "This Tebilong is probably the most suitable target for me to establish my authority..."
"Originally it was our real goal... In order to find its trace, it took me a lot of effort!" Huang Huali's head poked out from Zheng Qing's shoulder, half complaining and half showing off to the Shadow Cat.
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"——It was once a subordinate of the Siren King!"
The shadow cat stopped and stopped the young legend, glanced at the little green snake hanging on the male witch's ear, and his tone was a bit tempted: "Will your fire burning on it cause anger?"
The black cat raised its paws and pointed upwards.
"——Annoyed? Why are you angry? I am helping Him!"
The young legend looked down at the shadow cat beside him, surprised that it had asked such a low-level question: "After the promotion of the Siren King, it broke not only the balance between the ancients, but also the balance between the Siren... The four big Siren located under the Siren Throne are not affiliated with each other, and now they have no jurisdiction over their superiors, so it is easy to get a dog-brained each other. At this time, when we knock out the one who is most likely to cause trouble, the Siren King can fall into a new dynamic balance..."
"The Siren King doesn't care about them?" Shadow Cat couldn't help but interrupt.
The young legend chuckled lightly and finally knew why it asked such a stupid question. This was not caused by the lack of wisdom, but by the gap in identity.
"—Do you care whether the ants at your feet are arguing?"
He made an inappropriate example and explained: "If the Siren King led four big sirens in the past, the hunter brought four hunting dogs; then now the Siren King has become a dragon, and the dogs are still swaying in the mud... The hunter may have some spirits, caring whether the dogs are quarreling and bringing back what prey; the dragon will not. The dragon flies most of the time in the invisible sky. Wherever you see, it is the vast earth and the endless starry sky, how can you care about the little noise between the dogs? Not to mention, the bond between the demons is originally very indifferent."
"So it doesn't matter if you kill them all?"
"That's not the case. The dragon may not care about the dogs on the ground, but it certainly does not like others to provoke their majesty. It's one thing to help discipline them... it's another thing to beat the dogs to death."
The words have come to this point, and the Shadow Cat suddenly realized in his heart.