But why did he go that path? What did he do with the hilt of his sword to Moril? The good path was specially reserved by Akibad for the acting president who had practiced real meditation."
"I don't know, I'm too lazy to guess. I only know that the person who lifted the dark star has really appeared, and our road has finally come to an end. This is the fate of us, the group of people who guard their destiny. We only
Can watch, wait, and then accept fate." Shante replied lightly, his voice still dry, without any joy or worry. "So I just want to come here to take a look now."
Stephen stopped talking. The two necromancers stared at the dark stars on the altar together. The swaying wind was still fierce, and the two old men stood on the top of the dead mountain like two statues.
The Necromancers founded Akibad to protect this, and he also created the Necromancers with the breath of this artifact: the Necromancers, the Necromancers, and the Necromancers, all because of this.
Only by holding a sword will it exist.
"What Lord Akibad said is really...is an irresistible fate?" Stephen said.
Sant frowned with little eyebrows left, and his eyes that had been staring at the dark star turned to look at Stephen, and said lightly: "You should not be the clown who is ignorant of advance and retreat from Aiden and Nimbas, too
It shouldn't be the impulsive and reckless personality of Sandru. Can't you even face fate head-on?"
"It's not that I dare not face it. At our age and level, there is nothing else I dare not face..." Stephen said lightly, but after a short while, his eyes were still clear and flexible.
"Just doubt it."
"Suspect?
Stephen did not answer. Diya Valley was established by him, and the Necromancer magic was also invented by this magic genius. Everything about Necromancer was created by him. Necromancer doubted Akibad and the people in the church suspected
The Lord in heaven seems a bit incredible. But believers do not necessarily have piousness, and piousness does not necessarily have to be sincere.
Shante understood that although necromancers were clear and high, their minds were not easily paralyzed by any belief or prophecy. He spoke slowly and said: "Even if you are suspicious, it is useless. When he picked up the hilt of the sword and it was in it.
When the earth's breath was united, the breath that emanated from his body had already resonated with the darkness in my body, and I could hardly help kneeling to him."
"I realized at that time that once he really lifted the dark star, whether we wanted it or not, the mark of the dark star left in our body would make us surrender automatically to him, just like the fear I made
The knight will be controlled by my mind. When we become a necromancer and accept the imprint of the dark star and obtain the right to live in the Shadow Rotary Mountains and the Diya Valley, we have actually accepted our destiny long ago. This is the fact
, you don't have to doubt."
"So that's it... It turns out that this surrender is not an advice or regulation. It's an irresistible fact." Stephen smiled bitterly, but then shook his head and continued. "But I don't doubt this, I doubt Lord Akibad.
Perhaps not everything was expected by Lord Akibad.”
"Oh? How do you say it?"
"At least, from the road that was originally taken by the acting president, the boy walked down. Lord Akibad did not expect this. Or perhaps he did not expect the boy's appearance."
Sant was silent for a moment and nodded: "Lord Akibad is just a man, not a god. He has no reason to predict everything five hundred years later."
"But it was this unexpected boy who picked up the dark star... and embarked on a path that was not prepared for him..."
Santer listened quietly to Stephen without saying anything.
"The most important thing is that I really don't understand what Lord Akibad wants. He left behind the real meditation, the robe of the Ghost King, and also predicted that those who pulled up the dark star would become the King of the Necromancers.
...But he never seemed to have said that he would let the Necromancer pull up the dark star."
"Qingming and lofty means no desire or desire. The real necromancer will not try to be the king of the necromancers. Only those idiots like Aiden and madmen like Vidna will think about it. Although it has been five hundred years.
There are not many such idiots, but they all end up dying by practicing real meditation." Shante said lightly, his eyes tucked, as if he had recalled it. He smiled. "Hehe, dozens of them are dozens of them."
Years ago, I was almost crazy…”
"Teacher, the passage you guard, where Morrier is, it is not the only way to see the black dragon. Almost every generation of the acting guild president will check the seal. Why can the acting guild president who practices real meditation be able to do it
Can you take that road"
Santer glanced at him and said lightly: "I didn't expect you are also a restless guy. Is it meaningful to study these things?"
"Just just curious." Stephen smiled slightly.
"After going to the Far East, I found something strange in your mind."
Stephen still smiled and didn't speak.
"No need to be curious soon. That kid should have arrived at Morrier. What should happen will happen in the end, we just need to watch quietly."
"Yeah... maybe." Stephen nodded, looking at the dark sword body standing still, he didn't say anything anymore. After a while, he turned around and headed towards the way he came.
The steps composed of countless obsidians are like a slender line, extending from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain on the huge mountain. Stephen's steps are very big and soon becomes an inconspicuous small dot on the thin line.
"The acting president of the Necromancer broke the hilt of the Black Star? It can actually guide you to hand over the hilt of the Black Star to me? What's wrong with Akibad's disciples? Five hundred years old
It doesn't seem to be long. Only the smartest and most talented people can enter the Necromancer. He said that the necromancers who will keep their bright and high will remain. What happened to them? Even the hilt of the sword fell into the hands of others.
It's so embarrassing."
Morriel looked at Asa and smiled like an adult who saw an ignorant child doing something ridiculous. Her smile was so loud that it was as bright as hundreds of elephants. Asa almost
You can't help but cover your ears.
He felt dizzy, not just this huge laugh. Morrier's reaction, the reasons for laughter, and the words made him, who was already in vain, even more so...
"The nature of the dragon is still the hatred sealed by Akibad, so I will definitely accept the Black Star. They all think so? Do they know that thing, or do I understand it? The between Akibad and me
How much do they know? They regard him as an unattainable god, why didn't he think he would play tricks? "Moriel's smile began to smell ridiculous, and that strange and eccentric picture coexisted
The face came to Asa and asked word by word. "What about you, how many of them do you know? The great young man who wants to save the world and calm the dispute."
Asa didn't speak. He didn't know what to say. He didn't even know what to think. He felt that his head was not much better than a ball of paste.
Grandma Al didn't lie to herself, but Grandma Al Al was wrong. Although she still didn't know what was going on, she already knew that Morrial was definitely not the end point where he expected to solve everything.
The efforts and expectations from beginning to end are nothing, and even the anger when Lancelot took the hilt of the sword now looks as ridiculous as a puppet show.
"Interesting humans are so interesting. The self-righteous little crawlers..." Morriel was still laughing, and the huge sound waves emanated from his petite body like raging waves, hitting Asa's ears,
He rushed into his heart and hit his psychological defense line that he had been suppressing.
"Damn it, stop laughing." Asa suddenly shouted. His eyes were already red, staring at the red-haired woman in front of him. He was extremely disappointed, confused, and the feeling of being fooled and despised was like a pot of pots and pots.
The oil burned against his suppressed anger and finally burst out.
Morriel did stop immediately. Her laughter stopped. Looking at Asa, she asked word by word: "What can you do if I don't stop?"
Asa Moran, he really can't do anything.
"Being able to get here means you won't be too stupid. You should understand that it's useless to kill you, it doesn't mean you can't kill you." Morrier still had no murderous aura on his body, and when he took action to kill those taurens, he was the one who killed the taurens.
Same.
Asa took a deep breath, suppressed all the anger that had been vented a little, and said, "I only know that if I don't come or if I don't take action, then you'll die long ago."
"You mean I should be grateful?" Morriel smiled, and her smile replied to the smile without any kindness. "Imposing human moral values on other animals is the most self-righteous human beings' self-righteousness that humans think is the most self-righteous thing about using human beings to impose their moral values on other animals.
a place."
"Didn't you say you would thank me?" Asa barely responded...