Fate? He suddenly remembered this terrifying thought. He recalled a conversation with Bishop Ronnis at that time.
Everything has been arranged long ago, no matter what you do, the final result will be like that.
This is fate, do you believe it? What method do you want to treat it?
At that time, his answer to Bishop Ronnis was wonderful, but that was just because he had a relaxed attitude of watching.
Now, he has been in this vortex for so long, and has even become a part of this vortex.
I suddenly felt this concept. The feeling of having it is only completely powerless and desperate.
Even if my birth is a small ripples in this vortex, so much effort and struggle, there is still hope
Is there any meaning to hope? So Asa asked.
"What's your life?" Grandma Al smiled. Even though her face had many wrinkles, the smile still happened.
Very beautiful. "Didn't you already know your life experience? You are just the son of a blacksmith in the village."
Asa was stunned for a moment, thought for a while, and laughed: "Hahaha..., what you are talking about is. I am just a blacksmith.
Just son."
He looked at the rough scratch on the surface of the ring in his hand, which was originally as smooth as jade, and there was originally a
He had a mark, but it had been rubbed off on his father's tombstone.
"Just understand. OK, take out that thing. I knew it two days ago when I felt that breath.
It was you who brought the one to me." Grandma Al sighed. "The things Sandru took away from the Diya Valley back then.
The hilt of the Black Star.”
Asa smiled bitterly: "To be honest, when I first saw this thing in the cellar, I heard from Sandru that it was actually
I was really shocked when I was making the magic weapon in Diya Valley. I didn't expect that he could actually remove the Ghost King's robe.
A small piece was made into a pocket and poured into the sun well ground water."
Grandma Al's fingers were the ring that had been worn on Asa's body, and her hands were holding the pockets that Asa brought.
She asked softly, "How is it, are you ready?"
Asa nodded, his face was very serious. A slight sweat appeared on his forehead. The light of fighting spirit in his hands was already
It's bright to the limit.
"Okay." Grandma Al shouted softly, and her hands suddenly became a phantom, and it turned out to be tied like a twist.
The pocket was untied instantly, and then she gently hit the bottom of the bag with one hand and soaked the east in the water of the sun well.
Xi flew out with a huge and dark aura.
But as soon as he flew out of the bag, Asa's hand had already held this thing. The white Dou Qi shone as solemnly as a mountain.
Wrapped all the breath that was about to spread out immediately. At the same moment, Grandma Al held the ring
His hand also quickly came up and put the ring on the thing.
"Okay." Grandma Al sighed and signaled Asa to let go. The thing that had been soaking in the water of the sun well.
It fell into her hands. This was a black and not very regular cylinder, as if it was a stone texture, nothing
Such superb craftsmanship traces, even the surface is somewhat irregular and bumpy, it seems to be just a large piece of black obscured
The ring was like a small piece mined on the stone. The ring was already placed on the thinnest tail of the cylinder, and
It is often embedded in it. The surging aura that originally spreads out unbridled is no longer emitting outwards.
Instead, it became a black mist visible to the naked eye and rotated around this thing.
This is the sacred object of the Diya Valley. The hilt of the Dark Star, a divine sword representing the darkness and death.
Holding the cylindrical object in her hand, a little excitement appeared in her eyes.
Sighing: "I can't imagine, I can't imagine that this is just the hilt of the sword of the pitch-black star, but it's five hundred years old
The first person who can hold it completely in his hand is actually me."
For five hundred years, there are not many people who dream about trying to pull up the legendary magic sword, but there are
All the people who are qualified to dream about this dream are the most powerful or capable people at that time, this is dark
What condenses this on the star is not only power, but also countless dreams and ambitions.
Holding the hilt of the sword, Grandma Al seemed a little dazed. Her eyes were sometimes dazed and sometimes flashed. Even though she had never
Those ambitions and dreams, but almost everything she herself revolves around them.
A handful of darkness almost represents the whole of her life.
The feeling of being able to hold what once decided your life in your hands. No one can remain indifferent.
"So many people died and spent so much effort, and there were so many changes in the situation, which was actually just for
This is just this thing." Grandma Al smiled bitterly at the hilt of the sword in her hand. Although the ring could mount the power of the hilt of the sword.
Transformation, but she still maintained a light layer of fighting spirit in her hands to hold this thing. "This thing is
What? Desire? Or...what...?"
She is not the only one who determines life by this thing. She also understands that there are other people.
But is this life in your own hands or is there really something like destiny in the control?
She suddenly wanted to try it. In fact, she has been trying it all the time. Since twenty years ago, she has stood firm in the Diya Valley.
While she was trying to have a position, she was trying. Now that things have reached this point, it is time to understand.
"By the way, do you want to try holding the hospital stuff?" Grandma Al suddenly looked at Asa and smiled, and she reached out.
"His Excellency Akibad once said in his prophecy that those who gather strength can pull out the dark star and become a change
The world master. Do you want to try the feeling of this world master?"
"Me?" Asa was a little surprised. He was a little surprised that Grandma Al would suddenly say this to him. He knew how much he was.
It is less related to this thing. There is a layer of mist around the black hilt, and the shape of the hilt is not beautiful.
There seemed to be no magical weapon that could dominate the world. Asa unconsciously stretched out his hand, and he suddenly
However, he had a strange feeling about the hilt of the sword now. Slowly, he felt that he could see clearly the weird black outside.
The fog. It is not the fog, it seems to be composed of countless corpse auras, murderous auras, anger, terror and other auras
Black Ocean. His fingertips had touched the rough surface on the hilt of the sword. Suddenly, he heard countless sounds...
It was countless people who roared, sniffed, shouted, moaned, and every sound was hoarse, and they were all in the limit to put themselves in their own limits.
All the sounds forced by life and spirit, the sounds of the soul. He could feel the fullness of every sound.
Fear, dissatisfaction, and desire. These sounds not only echoed in the mind, but also seemed to rush into his body.
Roar, shout, and look forward to resonance in every smallest corner.
The feeling of fear and disgust was like a pot of cold water pouring down, and Asa suddenly let go and retreated. Only then did he realize that from
I began to stare at the hilt of the sword, and before I knew it, the real meditation had occupied all my thoughts and feelings.
His consciousness had just merged with the hilt of the sword.
"Your real meditation should be basically complete?" Grandma Al asked coldly in her voice.
"Yeah." Asa nodded. He then realized that there was already a cold sweat on his forehead.
"You are like Sandru, and you are scared away when you encounter it. Only those who have practiced real meditation can appreciate the breath of the dark star. Otherwise, like me, it will be useless in your hand.
"Grandma Al seemed to sigh and sighed relieved. "I finally read it right. Otherwise..."
Asa was still a little shocked, and said, "Mother-in-law, do you know that there is the power of the leaves of the World Tree and the Sun Well in my body."
Grandma Al nodded: "I know that although I rarely go out, I don't know a lot."
"Then do you want me to get this thing?" Asa was surprised. Although he was not very clear about the specific details, he still knew that the two forces in his body were closely related to the Black Star.
While Sandru showed him the hilt of the sword in the cellar, he also vaguely mentioned something to him. It is said that the sword will be pulled up by the person who gathered strength.
Although Sandru did not explain clearly what the gathering power was, after looking at Asa, Asa also understood what this look meant. Bishop Ronnis and Vidnina said differently, but they also explained that
He is actually related to this thing.
He completely disbelief of those so-called prophecies, but it does not mean that he can ignore them at all. After all, he was the first magician in the history of the mainland. And with Grandma Al's former Heshande
Lu has the same identity, and she has no reason not to know about this.
"Do you know what True Meditation is? Do you know what the leaves of the World Tree and the Sun Well are?" Grandma Al asked lightly.
"Biss Ronnis told me that this is the dark meditation created by Akibad, the founder of the Necromancer, to become the King of the Necromancer. Sandrew said that this is just something that anyone can practice quietly.