The stars guide the direction, and take the tired person to the distance. Accompanied by the stars in the wilderness, the airship spewed thick black smoke all the way towards the abyss of the canyon.
Whipbiton's howling and howling when he parted with Anada seemed to have exhausted his life. The young soul trapped in the body of the child turned into exhaustion and tiredness at this time, the corners of his eyes were still wet, and he fell asleep again.
Angel leaned against the door with his hands around his chest, as if there was a hint of melancholy in the eyes of Bibo Lake. Touching the scene with sadness is probably what he was thinking at this moment.
At the end of the corridor, there was a sudden sound of footsteps, and then stopped not far from Angel.
"After I go back, I will step up my time to study the magic energy array enchantment of Prelude to Destruction." Angel paused: "Generally speaking, after a few difficulties are solved, there will not be too many problems. After you go back, you will Remember to tell Master Prome."
"I see." The person came with a long sigh: "However, listening to your tone makes people very jealous. The magic energy array is not as easy to remember as other magic patterns. You answered so easily... Alas, This is talent, you can't envy it."
After a pause, the man reached out and put his hand on Angel's shoulder.
"Angol, I believe that with your talent, you will definitely become the greatest alchemist."
Angel has always remembered this moment. The background is a long corridor without people, the endless stars outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and a pair of eyes full of hope and emotions.
"You too." Angel quietly looked at the pair of eyes that reflected the starry sky. After a long time, he smiled faintly and said, "David, let me encourage you."
"mutual encouragement."
Maybe the night is too sultry, or maybe the starry sky makes people intoxicated. The two teenagers, one leaning against the door and the other squatting in the corner, looked at the unchanging eternal sky outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and talked about a topic that would be difficult to talk about in adulthood—dreams.
Angel said that dreams are far away, and David said that dreams grow. However, distance and growth are just synonyms.
Just like, Angel refers to the distance, very far, far, far to the distance that the wizard can't imagine, the more time, the more space, and even the more dimension. Or maybe, the distance is just a concept in Angel's mouth.
The two teenagers were telling the truth, but for various reasons, they each kept a point. This point is not selfishness, but a vision, hoping for a better vision.
Perhaps the description of the bright future was too attractive, and neither of them noticed it, separated by a wall. Whipton didn't know when to get up from the bed, and also squatted in the corner of the wall, his eyes were sparkling, shining with longing for the magical world of wizards.
"Angel, that Whipton..." David wanted to say some trash talk, but the atmosphere was just right, and he swallowed all the words, "He was really noisy, when he got on the airship just now, If it wasn't for that little girl who kept persuading him, he might even dare to beat you."
"I think he might hate you. Would you take him to see Butler Good?"
Angel: "Hate me? Why? Just because I didn't bring Anada with me?"
"That's the reason. You know, children's love and hate are too easy to be born and die. He thinks that if you don't take Anada with you, you just want to separate them and cut off Anada's path as a wizard, so it will be very straightforward. Bai hates you." David recalled the scene before boarding the boat and couldn't help sighing: "He didn't think about it carefully, why do you help them again and again?"
"You have also admitted that he is just a child. Although he is old, his thinking is still pure." Angel: "As a child, you don't understand the basic rules that make up this society. Just be tolerant."
"You think so. If it was me, and I was scolded and beaten, I would be too lazy to help him."
As the airship moved forward, the stars appeared and disappeared between the clouds and mists.
Twilight Well—
There are three major wizard families behind them. According to the rotation system, this month's defense is completed by Anxiongshi.
Lianxiongshi's defense captain Walmarsen, who was promoted to the official wizard three years ago, is the sixth official wizard of Lianxiongshi.
Because of the twilight, the flow of people in the wizard market reached a peak of the year. Walmart sat in the guard tower for half a month, and his eyes were always staring at the magic reaction in the mirror image of the magic energy array.
Finally, the big shot is over. There have been no major incidents in the past few days. Except for Twilight's two hands on Sanders' disciples today, the magic reaction detected by the magic energy array is normal.
For Twilight's shot, Watson was monitored, but he did not make any defensive actions. That stinky boy who dared to disrupt the order of Twilight Beat should be punished, even if he was a disciple of Sanders.
And Walmartsen didn't believe that Sanders would fight Twilight for his disciples. So, for Twilight to kill that kid, he absolutely supports it.
Even Angel's location information was provided to Twilight by Walmart. As a wizard of shadows, Walmarsen is not only good at shadow magic, he also transplanted the nose of the abyss mephit, which can combine shadow and pheromone capture to achieve all-round control over the deep well of twilight. Therefore, for Angel's position, Walmart can directly capture it by pheromone without even using the magic energy array.
Two hours ago, Watson couldn't capture Angel's pheromone in Night Devil City, and naturally knew that he had left.
In this regard, Walmart does not matter. Just a small apprentice, killing or not is a matter of the palm of your hand.
After the big shooting was over, Walmarsen was relieved, and left the guard tower for the second time after half a month. When he left, he did not forget to instruct his subordinates to continue to observe, and he returned to his laboratory to conduct research on self-created spells.
Watson's ideal is very big, and he wants to step into the road of true knowledge by creating his own magic. But not all self-created spells can step into the path of true knowledge. For example, Angel modified the "cleansing spell" and turned it into a "wind tornado". This is barely a self-created technique, but this technique is modified based on the theories and models of predecessors, so the chances of entering the path of true knowledge are very small.
A true self-created technique requires its own theoretical basis.
There are only a few wizards on the road of true knowledge, and there is a reason.
As soon as Watson returned to the lab and started writing his theory of shadow magic, the communicator began to squeak.
"Sir! Not good! There is a huge amount of magic reaction, and the location is the Twilight Auction!!"
Watson's face changed, and he flew out of the laboratory suddenly, even the iron door was smashed by him and he didn't care.
Walmarsen came to the guard tower, and when he saw the mirror monitoring of the magic energy array, his expression showed extreme fear.
At the location of the twilight auction floor, there was a circle of red and black energy reactions, and Walmarsen felt faint, which was already a magical reaction that reached the peak level of a second-level wizard! !
A second-level wizard came to the Twilightwell
"Isn't Your Excellency Phantom leaving?" Even if he didn't leave, shouldn't he have started at the Twilight Auction? !
"Master Sanders has left immediately after the auction, and the Magic Energy Array has not detected the information of his return!" said the subordinate.
Anxiety flashed on Walmarsen's face: "No matter, leave two people here to guard, and the others follow me to the auction!"
Under the starry sky, a stream of light flew towards the iron square tower full of metal ruins.
Today's moon wheel is surprisingly large, becoming a huge bright background board. When Watson flew to the iron square tower, he even faintly felt that he was flying to the moon.
The iron square tower, the stairs in the air, and the flag remnant in the wind. The auction house, which originally had a sense of metal ruins, became even more vast under the moonlight.
Before Walmarsen got close, he felt an abnormality.
Obviously the energy response is so high that it is frightening, why is the auction room quiet as if there is no one
It was like there was a huge barrier that divided the auction house and the outside world into two halves. The outside world was normal, with lights, shadows, and noises. Inside the barrier, it was pitch-dark and silent, like a cemetery.
At this time, outside this layer of "invisible enchantment", dozens of lights and shadows have stopped.
Walmart saw the owner of the lion on the shore: "The Lion" Dedvia, who is also one of the top leaders of the Twilight Auction.
Walmarsen flew to Daedvia and whispered, "Patriarch."
Daedvia also came over after receiving the message from Walmarsen. He looked at the silent auction hall, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes: "What's going on?"
Watson was a little nervous: "Not long ago, I received a message from my subordinates that there was a high-energy reaction in the auction house. I went to take a look, and now the energy intensity has approached the capacity limit of the magic energy array."
"Second-level wizard pinnacle?" Daedvia said in shock.
"Yes, I have asked." Watson lowered his head: "The second-level wizard who has come to our Twilight Well recently is only Lord Mirage."
Daedvia said without hesitation: "Impossible. I know Lord Sanders. If he wants to do something to us at dusk, he will definitely notify me."
Daedvia also came from the Savage Cave, and is also a wizard on the road of true knowledge, and has always maintained a good relationship with Sanders.
"According to the monitoring, Lord Phantom left the Twilight Well two days ago and never came back." Watson said immediately: "But if it wasn't Lord Phantom, I wouldn't know who it was."
Dai Devia narrowed his eyes slightly: "Go in and see it, and the energy response of the second-level wizard's peak is not necessarily done by the second-level wizard."
Da Devia can do it with all his strength. Even alchemy items are possible, so if you want to know what's going on inside, you have to see it with your own eyes.
Daedvia took Walmarsen, and then directed the rest of the people to divide into three directions and enter together.
When Walmartsen entered the scope of the Twilight Auction, what he thought of as "silence" in the outside world was really just "thought". In fact, the Twilight Auction was not as quiet as he imagined.
As soon as I entered the hall on the first floor, I heard a faint music.
This song is not bad.
But it's extremely grotesque, like a deliberately crazy adult fairy tale musical, fast-paced, high-pitched, and long tail.
This style of music may not be too incompatible if it is placed in a circus, but if it is placed in a square iron tower, it obviously feels strangely out of tune.
"Who is it?" When Walmarsen was still asking himself, a figure suddenly stood in front of Daedvia.
"The head of the house is not good! The little lion girl is dead!"