Law of the Devil

Chapter 103: Star vision

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Let's ignore everything that happened on the ice field for the time being, such as shelter needles, dragons chasing and killing, etc...

Three days later, the eve of the National Day of the 960th anniversary of the founding of the Roland Empire.

imperial capital.

This is the largest male city on the Roland Continent. The Lancang Grand Canal in the north has been dug repeatedly by several generations of emperors of the empire. It was originally a moat that only served as a defense function, and now it traverses the east and west territories of the empire. The Silia Mountains, a big river bordering the sea in the east, is also a dividing line dividing the north and south of the empire.

Just before night fell, the setting sun shone on the Lancang Grand Canal in the north of the imperial capital. Slowly, the afterglow of the setting sun dragged on the majestic city walls. The city walls on the north and west of the imperial capital were on average 20 meters high. As high as 30 meters, it was built hundreds of years ago during the turmoil of the empire, that is, the era of the rise of the Augustinian dynasty. In order to resist the rebellious aliens in the northwest and the warlords in the north, the empire spent a huge price to strengthen the northwest. ground defense force. Standing on the 30-meter-high city tower, you can even overlook the north bank of the Lancang Grand Canal from a distance, the guard city ten miles away from the imperial capital.

Tonight, on the eve of the National Day, according to the tradition, the chairman of Roland Continental Magic Union and the empire's court astrologer will perform divination on the highest tower in the north, look at the starry sky, and predict the future fate of the empire... Naturally. Inevitably, several well-known scholars were invited to write two colorful articles to cater to the current emperor. His Majesty Augustine VI.

At this moment, under the city tower, two teams of royal guards replaced the city guards to guard the tower. And above the city tower, surrounded by countless royal guards with bright armor, is the highest tower. Several of the most prominent dignitaries of the imperial capital stood there. Several people dressed in court noble service were whispering. Anxiously waiting for the court astrologer who is watching the astrology above—although the results are the same every year, and they have to say some high-sounding formulas, it's just a situation, but every nobleman puts on a look on his face. He looks worried about the fate of the empire, otherwise, how can he show how patriotic he is

The only person with a somewhat uncomfortable expression was an old man standing beside the Star Observation Tower with an indifferent expression.

The old man was wearing a black robe made of the rarest golden silk produced in the south of the empire. This kind of golden silk is a kind of silk that grows in the south of the empire. The ground silk produced by pure black silkworms is extremely rare, and the annual output is less than two hundred catties. The market price of silkworms is more expensive than gold, so they are nicknamed "golden silkworms". This kind of silk is supposed to be a tribute to the palace, and only a very small number can be circulated in the market, unless it is the kind of top rich and dignitary, or someone with a very prominent status, who can afford to wear clothes made of this kind of silk.

Although the old man looked extremely old. But the hair and beard are still black, especially the pair of eyes. It is as dark and bright as night, which is different from the blue and green eyes of most people in Roland Continent, but such strange black eyes add a bit of mystery to the old man.

About two steps behind the old man, stood four or five people of different heights, fat and thin. These people all had serious faces and lowered eyelids, standing silently behind him. All the people are wearing a set of mainland standard magician white robes, and looking at the magician badges on the chests of these people... These few actually wear a golden clover badge that symbolizes the status of a great magician! These people are all magicians above level eight, and the old man, on his robe, has a faint gold border around the edge, just like a flaming totem, and on his chest, there is a small gold medal pinned to his chest. badge.

This is an olive leaf. Although it is made of gold, the pattern looks very simple. Under the night sky, it is shining with a faint luster.

There is only one badge like this in the whole continent! And this badge, in Roland Continent, from a certain point of view, can even be more majestic than His Majesty's scepter.

The chairman of Roland's Continental Mage Union, Yago Dogan, was wearing this set of expensive golden silk mage robes and the badge of the chairman of the Mage Union, boredly watching the court astrologer in the Observation Tower pretend He squinted his eyes, holding a bunch of messy things, murmured once, looked at the sky with those squinted eyes, and murmured and gnawed on something.

From the bottom of his heart, Jago Dougan disapproved of this so-called astrology. He is the most orthodox magician. Orthodox magicians have always looked down upon two professions: one is magic pharmacist. As the chairman of the magicians union, Mr. Dougan once proposed to kick the magic pharmacist out of the magician's field. ranks. The second type is the astrologer. In his view, this trick of thinking that looking at the stars in the sky can get the will of the gods and predict the future is a deception. The only way to understand the gods is to delve into magic, the various forces in this world, and the forces of nature.

The last ray of the sun's afterglow finally disappeared, and the sky was completely dark. In the east, a curved moon has quietly floated in the sky. As the sun fades, the stars in the sky gradually reveal their outlines.

The court astrologer wore a gorgeous robe and continued to tinker with his own things with a serious face...

What makes Doug a little boring is that although no one believes the results of the divination, it is a necessary ritual. This kind of divination every year is actually just a good opportunity to flatter the emperor of the empire. Although Doug hates this kind of thing, he is the chairman of the Magician's Guild, and he is already in this vanity fair. Coming to this kind of occasion and participating in this kind of ceremony is a manifestation of respect for the imperial power.

Moreover, the Magician's Union also receives a large donation of gold coins from the royal family every year as funding.

It was still cold at night. pity. In order to highlight the respect for God. These powerful magicians cannot use even a small amount of magic to keep warm. The wizards were very old, and even Doug himself felt a little chill—he even guessed maliciously. Could this boring ceremony be just a small mischievous revenge for His Majesty's dislike for the Magician's Guild? Deliberately let these people stand here and freeze all night

Doug curled his lips and glanced under the tower.

The attendant of the temple is already waiting there. By tradition. The results of the divination will be sent to the palace and the temple respectively, and the two "His Majesties" of Roland mainland, one emperor and one pope, will pray in the palace and the temple at the same time. Thank God for the instructions.

But things are a little different this year. The elders of the temple did not come, but a grand priest under the Pope was sent. In previous years, none of the grand knights of the Holy Knights, who were the representative of the temple, came this year. Level holy knight recharge.

The three major knights. One mutinied and two were killed. Such news has spread to the mainland. It looks like the Temple is in big trouble. I heard that all the elders were sent out to hunt down the rebellious Grand Knight Commander Hussein.

The relationship between the Magician's Guild and the temple has always been very cold, and Doug is somewhat gloating in his heart.

It is estimated that His Majesty the Pope in the temple must be in a bad mood right now? With such a bad mood, but still pretending to be okay to preside over the grand prayer ceremony... Doug smiled slightly, he didn't even notice, he laughed out loud.

According to regulations, this kind of divination ceremony. The people next to him are not allowed to make any noise.

But Doug's identity is here, who dares to accuse him? The representative of the emperor. A court chief just looked carefully at the chairman of the magician's union, and didn't dare to speak.

(If a star suddenly fell from the sky now, it would be very lively.) Doug guessed wildly in his heart.

Just about a hundred years ago in the empire, during an astrology ceremony on the eve of the National Day, a strange phenomenon suddenly appeared in the starry sky. It fell towards the sky! The terrible scene stunned everyone, and everyone thought it was an ominous sign. The astrological ritual divination produced such a scene, and everyone thought it was a terrible thing. As a result, after that time, this extremely ominous omen caused a turmoil in the imperial capital. The astrologers believed that there were evil spirits coming to the world to endanger the fate of the empire. This excuse was used by the big shots in the imperial capital as the best way to attack political enemies. As an excuse, His Majesty the Emperor was also deeply involved in it for a while, watching those big dignitaries arguing, the Emperor also killed many people because of this.

That was a hundred years ago. Now that such a big event happened in the temple, if the phenomenon of a hundred years ago also appeared in the starry sky tonight, would it cause some troubles for the royal family again

Suspecting maliciously, Doug waited idly for the ceremony to end.

Finally, in the middle of the night, the bumbling astrologer was as exhausted as if he had run ten kilometers in one breath. He sat down on the chair panting, his face was covered with sweat, and his whole body seemed to be weak. The prepared parchment in front of him is filled with the results of his so-called divination, and those ghostly symbols are probably only understood by himself.

"Okay! Thanks to the blessings of the gods, the fortune of the empire is prosperous." The court astrologer exhaustedly rolled up a roll of parchment, and then solemnly handed it to the court supervisor.

It's hard for him... He has to play tricks like this once a year. Chairman Doug sneered secretly, but still pretended to be happy on his face. Seeing the court director Shuang said that he came to him with the parchment in his hands, the chairman of the Magicians Guild looked solemn, and then swiped his fingers a few times , cast a permanent cure. This spell keeps the parchment intact for hundreds of years. Then, this ridiculous ghostly painting talisman will be solemnly kept in a secret file in the palace...

In fact, this kind of permanent curing technique can be performed by any magician of level five or six, and Chairman Doug doesn't need to do it himself at all-it's just for gestures and walking the process.

After finishing the last work tonight, Doug was relieved and could finally go back. It's really cold on this tower.

But it seems to be destined. It seems that this night will definitely not be peaceful!

Just when everyone was about to leave. Suddenly, there seemed to be waves of muffled thunder coming from the sky like a summer night, and then everyone was looking for their reputation. I saw a shining spot of light expanding rapidly on the horizon in the northeast, followed by a star. The whole body is red. With a whistling long tail flame, that long tail flame is like a broom held upside down, whistling, piercing the sky, as if a red fire burned a scratch in the sky, falling towards the west And go...

Everyone was stunned, looking at this vision in the sky as if in a daze...

After a long time, the court supervisor suddenly changed color, showing a panic expression on his face. Opening his mouth wide, he yelled suddenly: "The stars are falling! The stars are falling! ∩ò Yanqian.

This shout immediately resonated with everyone, as if a stone had been thrown into the calm water. Suddenly, there was a buzzing sound, and everyone's voices boiled. Some are delighted, some are worried...

In short. Everyone has different thoughts in their hearts, worrying about the country and the people, worrying about the fate of the country because of this terrible celestial phenomenon, and some people know about the turmoil a hundred years ago, and they are secretly thinking about what kind of disturbance this incident may cause, and some even start Thinking about how to take advantage of the momentum of this matter...

The only ones who didn't make a sound were Mr. Doug, the chairman of the Magic Union, and the court astrologer.

The difference is that Doug feels a little ridiculous. He is a magician, but he doesn't believe that this phenomenon of stars is guided by a god. It's just that I just had that kind of thought in my heart just now, and it happened, so I couldn't help but feel a little ridiculous—could I be suitable to be an astrology master

And that palace astrologer was completely scared out of his wits!

The broom star appears! This is clearly very ominous! It's clearly a bad sign! But I just "divinated" the result of the prosperity of the country. Immediately, this broom star appeared, didn't he slap himself severely

It is small to lose face, but when this happened, His Majesty was furious, and I am afraid that he will be in great trouble.

Plop, the court astrologer fell limply on the ground, but no one around him reached out to help him, and some people looked at this guy pitifully and pitifully...

When the broom star appeared in the sky a hundred years ago, the emperor immediately chopped off the court astrology master!

This guy... looks like another unlucky ghost.

It doesn't matter if it's a broom star or anything. Chairman Doug is too lazy to participate in such boring matters, so let these royal nobles mess around by themselves, and the Magician's Union will not be involved in this dispute.

Thinking of this, Chairman Doug nodded to the pale palace chief, and then prepared to leave.

But at this moment, a man wearing a mage's robe quickly ran up the tower, and knocked down several nobles along the way. If it weren't for the fact that his mage's badge was very high and he was well-known in the imperial capital, many people would Everyone knows him, and I'm afraid he was stopped by the Royal Guards long ago.

The mage who rushed up quickly ran to Doug's side, and then he didn't care about the etiquette. With a solemn face, he whispered something in Doug's ear in front of so many people.

Originally, the chairman of the magic union was still a little dissatisfied, thinking that whispering in public was a disrespectful act, but before he could utter the words of reproach in his mouth, when he heard the whispered words clearly, his face suddenly changed!

Chairman Doug trembled slightly, and the people standing around him couldn't help but wonder. What is it that can change the color of the leader of the magicians of the whole continent

"He... is really dead?" Doug's face was more gloomy and gloomy: "Are you sure?"

"Sure." The magician who broke in had cold sweat on his forehead: "The original stone he left behind has been shattered..."

There were a few people standing close to the ground around, and they couldn't help being surprised when they heard the last sentence.

In the magician's union, those senior magicians who have reached a certain level can get great honor and even some direct help from the magician's union. Because any powerful magician is a precious power and wealth for the magicians union. pity. All strong men are eccentric by nature. And like to be free and unrestrained, and even like to travel everywhere. In order to deal with this phenomenon, the magic union uses a "natural stone". This is a kind of life imprint magic. Every great magician will leave his life imprint in the original stone, and once the magician passes away. Even in the ends of the earth. The raw stones of life are sensitive and will be shattered, so that the magicians union can at least know whether these senior magicians are still alive or not.

"Are you sure it's his piece?" Jago Doug, the leader of the magicians in Roland Continent, had deep eyes flashing in his black eyes. People who are close to him can even find that this Even the chairman of the Magician's Guild was trembling with his fingers.

"Sure." The sorcerer who came to report the message whispered: "It is the oldest rough stone in the storage... It really shattered."

After all, he is the chairman of the Continental Magicians Union, Yagodouge immediately realized. This is not the place to express his emotions. He tried his best to calm himself down and quickly issued an order: "Investigate immediately! Where and how did he die? I don't think there is any strong person on this continent who can Kill him! God, he is actually dead... You must find out! And that female apprentice, that little girl, that eighth-level magician who stammered! You must find out! She! By the way, the most important point, you remember!" Jacob Doug took a deep breath: "Last month. According to the report, didn't he take away the young master of the Rowling family? Find it Him! Find the young master of the Luo Lin family! We must at least know what happened! What is it for? Such a powerful magician will die! Maybe when he died, the young master of the Luo Lin family followed him Beside! Go and check! But look for it! Go!!"

After finishing speaking, the sorcerer who reported the message hurriedly responded, Yago Doug forced a smile at those people who cast surprised eyes around him, and then sighed: "It's nothing, everyone, don't be surprised, it's just that today seems destined to be An ominous day... The Magician's Guild has lost a legendary great magician! The mentor I shared with the previous president of the Magician's Guild, the great legendary magician... Gandolf, passed away."

As soon as the voice fell, the audience was in an uproar~

On this night, when the entire imperial capital was alarmed by the unexpected star vision, when Mr. Chairman Yagodoug changed color because of the amazing news.

At the northern end of the Roland Continent, across the Lancang Grand Canal, across the northern plains for thousands of miles, to the vast frozen forest, in the dense forest, the snow is as thick as a person's knee.

A group of people were struggling to walk in the woods.

Du Wei took Hussein's position and walked at the front of the queue to open the way. He held Hussein's long sword in his hand. The original long sword of refined steel was covered with terrible cracks, and the sharp edge There are densely packed gaps on the blade.

Du Wei's condition is very bad, he walks with a strange limp, and the long sword in his hand is used more as a crutch besides occasionally splitting the thorns blocking the road in front of him.

Behind Du Wei, the condition of the paladin Hussein was even worse than Du Wei's. Hussein wrapped his head with a piece of cloth, and his left eye was also wrapped. Under the cloth, there was bright red blood. The color oozes out, the knight looks extremely weak, while gasping, he coughs unceasingly, blood mixed with spittle flows out from the corner of his mouth, his chest and back are severely injured, and one arm is simply hanging from the It hit his chest, making him walk very unsteadily, and reluctantly followed behind Du Wei.

And behind it, a woman so beautiful that it was almost terrifying, was naturally Her Majesty Queen Medusa. It's just that Her Majesty Queen Medusa's face was so pale that it was almost transparent at the moment, her eyes were still closed, and her expression seemed indifferent, but what was surprising was that she was unable to walk by herself. Beside her was a big mouse more than one meter high, and Gargamel was supporting her vigorously. Medusa's body was so soft that it seemed that half of her bones were missing, and almost half of her body weight was on the poor prime minister's body. .

And Gargamel, poor God, almost all of his gray fur was burnt black, half of his long mouse tail was cut off, and even one of his ears was almost cut off.

Among the group of people, the only one who looked intact was that elegant penguin, Mr. QQ.

Du Wei. Hussein, Medusa, Gargamel. QQ

In this small team, whether it's a human, a snake, a mouse, or a penguin, they are all downcast. His face was serious.

And only. There is one less person.

The old magician, the old immortal, is no longer in the team.

Walking in the frozen forest is extremely difficult. Du Wei and others are all wounded. This team has several top powerhouses in the mainland. Now they are almost disabled. Even walking in the frozen forest is very difficult. strenuous.

"The canyon! Look! It's the canyon! We've reached the leader of the tree people." Du Wei, who was walking in the front, suddenly shouted loudly.

In the distance, in the gaps of dense trees. It can be seen that the low peaks on both sides stretched out, and it was the canyon that was originally occupied by Medusa.

"When you get inside, the Fountain of Youth there can heal your injuries, Hussein." Du Wei sighed.

The knight looked gloomy, and said nothing, humming in a low voice.

He suddenly puffed up his chest and strode past Du Wei. He staggered, but with a hint of indomitability. Du Wei sighed and looked at Hussein's back. was about to say something.

The knight suddenly turned around and glanced at Du Wei with his only remaining eye: "Remember, sooner or later, I will fight back! Use the head of the old dragon to commemorate that dead old bastard! "

"I believe." Du Wei nodded, there was no trace of a joke on his face anymore, and there was determination in his eyes: "Although I also don't like that old guy very much, we will definitely seek revenge from the Dragon Clan! Definitely will!"

"Du Wei." Hussein suddenly swayed, and he, who had insisted on relying on a will, finally couldn't stand at this moment. After he swayed, he reached out to support a big tree beside him, and the rest That eye stared carefully at Du Wei: "Listen. The old dragon killed him, so now, you and I are the only descendants of Aragorn left in this world. I don't care if you want it or not." , We all have to take on this mission! Especially you! So, I hope you will stop being half-hearted, the current situation does not allow you to have a chance to waver! If we want to seek revenge from the Dragon Clan, then you must grow up to be the same as Aragorn. Strong! Otherwise, none of us are the opponent of that old dragon, neither of us!"

So what happened in the past three days

A few years later, Du Wei once mentioned to the people around him his first adventure experience in this life, from the frozen forest to the sacred mountain of the Dragon Clan. Speaking of returning from fleeing, and finally mentioning the hunting game agreed with the patriarch of the Dragon Clan, afterward, Du Wei will have a faint hatred for this experience.

"At that time, we had already found a way to deal with the magic formation in the ice field, but no one thought that the patriarch of the dragon clan, that old dragon, came too fast! I thought we would go for two days first, and we would have to wait for him to catch up with us." One day, in this way, we have at least three days to escape. Unexpectedly... the old dragon came too fast, within two and a half days, it had already caught up with us... If it wasn't for Gandalf... "

Well, let's turn the clock back to three days.

Point: Forgotten Icefields.

The time was three days before the National Day of the 960th anniversary of the founding of the Roland Empire.

A terrible storm swept across, and several tornadoes formed a huge and almost terrifying storm group, enveloping an adventure team in it. The magic circle may be broken at any time...

"A windshield needle? Is this a windshield needle?" Du Wei looked at the thing on the ground in QQ's hand.

Because, after the QQ is opened, there is a long sword with a simple shape inside!

The scabbard is inlaid with seven eye-sized gemstones, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue and purple! Gemstones of seven colors are inlaid on the scabbard, and the hilt is densely covered with circles of strange patterns, making it feel very tight and comfortable to hold in the hand.

I don't know how old this sword is, but... it's clearly a sword!

"This is the wind shield." I can't remember wrongly. "

Behind him, the old magician had been staring blankly at this thing, and suddenly, he shouted loudly: "This... this is Aragon's sword!"

"What?" Du Wei looked back at the old guy.

"The colorful gemstones on the scabbard are actually the magic cores of seven high-level monsters that Aragorn killed when he traveled to the mainland before his death! This is the most powerful magic-blessing weapon recorded in the literature! And it is unparalleled in sharpness and indestructible! The old magician suddenly became excited: "This... This is the sword of the king! It is the sword of the king left by Aragorn!"

Is it a windshield? Or... the sword of the king? !

"Okay!" Du Wei shouted: "Stop talking nonsense! It doesn't matter what kind of king's sword or windshield it is! As long as it can protect us from this damn storm! Otherwise, we will It's over! Now, QQ, tell me how to use this thing! Hurry up!"

"Quick!" Du Wei gritted his teeth impatiently with the penguin.

"Okay." QQ sighed, Master Aragon told me, as long as his missionary can pull it out of this scabbard... "