Metissa felt a shadow rushing over her face, and her silver hair was flying like a fringe by the blast of air. Although Fuxia fluttered her wings to the ground, there was still a long distance away from them, she landed beside Leviathan's crystallized body, holding her head proudly, and folding her wings.
Under the moonlight, it was like a dark mountain. On the top of the mountain, there were a pair of golden pupils, like two bright round moons, watching them.
"Hello, dear Ms. Fusia."
Metisa raised her head and looked at this mountain. She said in her heart that she was not afraid that it was a lie. The era of Fuxia's most fierce reputation was not in the present. In fact, not many people have heard of the Seven-Pole Dragon King. This name, but in the era of the battle of the saints, the shadow of the evil dragon king passing over the battlefield is a nightmare deep in the hearts of all her opponents.
"Hey, I haven't heard this name for many days." Fuxia replied with some surprise.
"I was fortunate enough to meet you once, in the battle of the saints." The silver elf little princess replied neither humble nor arrogant.
"Oh, I should have thought of it long ago, Silver Elf, aren't you afraid that I will eat you?" Fusia lowered her head, her pointed long kiss almost reached in front of Long Metissa, those huge golden pupils, almost It is taller than the Medisha, and there is a pair of golden-red pupil rings inside, as if endless flames are burning. She stared at Medissa, but the latter did not take a step back.
She looked at Shipamela again, and the priest was looking at her with some curiosity, as if comparing the difference between the evil dragon king and the lobster she raised.
"Huh, the silver elves are still so boring."
Fusia snorted and raised her head proudly again. She stretched out a claw, and a small silver card on the sharp tip of the claw was spinning there.
This action attracted the attention of Medissa and Hippamira. As the creatures of the travel mage, they couldn't know what that card was.
Fusia turned her head and said, "It looks like you recognize it, this thing?"
"Fate Card."
"Ah! It is indeed called this name, but compared with the name itself, it has a much deeper meaning, a little bit, do you know why it is called this name?" Fusiya was condescending, squinting. Man, asked in an arrogant tone.
If it is an ordinary person, perhaps because of such a tone, he will secretly get angry, but Metisa knows that it is the nature of dragons. When these haughty large lizards face all races other than them, they always have a kind of Innate superiority.
She wouldn't be angry about this little thing. As for Hippamilla, the optimistic girl didn't feel anything wrong with Fusia's tone at all.
As a result, Medissa shook her head: "What's the secret of it, dear Ms. Fusia?"
"Didn't your master traveler tell you?"
Metisa shook her head again, she was very humble, because her master was not actually a true traveler, a true traveler often has to go through a long period of learning and growth (this is the original of Tumen Words), and Brando can be considered a crash course at best.
Fucia wanted to sneer, but she suddenly felt a little distracted, her golden eyes dimmed, and she sighed: "The inheritance of the Master Traveler used to be the top inheritance in the world. They are Vaughan. The most powerful and legendary group of people, we are fortunate to be the last generation of Journey Masters in this world, but we have to watch it fade and decay from the history of this world, and disappear from now on. It is not a kind of Unlucky."
After hearing this sigh, Medissa felt a little touched in her heart. She asked: "Dear Ms. Fusia, I also have this question in my heart. I used to think that Odin was the only traveling mage in the world. After his death, the heritage of the Master Traveler was also cut off. But later I realized that this is a heritage that lasted for several epochs, like you, masters like Master Tumen and Master Trishman. The person maintains its existence, but why is it dying to death today after a thousand years? Could it be said that there is only the Lord Lord, and the only person who can be recognized by it?"
"You are half right, not a little bit," Fusia replied: "The Travelling Mage is so powerful, but the conditions for becoming it are also so harsh. Coupled with the silence of the gods, the power to maintain this network is already It's very weak, and in fact, your lord, he is not the only inheritance of the traveling mage, because his appearance can only be said to be an accident."
"what do you mean-?"
"Brigami is a rigorous system, it can be said to be simple, because its members do not need to be like mortal wizards to specialize in magic skills, spells and gestures. That is the password to connect to the magic network. They need a password. They are the masters of the magic network, and even higher-level networks, so wizards can only use it, and the wizards can create it."
"But it can also be said to be harsh, because in order to become a traveling mage, you must first have authority. What is authority? The little fairy princess is the bloodline, which is innate and cannot be changed. So in the golden age, Blood is everything, strict class determines the position of a person in life, whether you are a manager (the people of gods), or a warrior (the people of gold), or citizens (the people of silver), and someone like the people of black iron In our opinion, insects are heretics, almost indistinguishable from monsters, or in other words, they are monsters that are considered to be manufactured. Just look at the monsters of the Bronze Generation."
"A thousand years have passed, but I didn't expect that your opinion has not changed, Ms. Fusia." Medissa replied somewhat unhappily.
The dragon with seven horns slowly shook his head: "You are wrong, little princess, I have changed a lot. To mortals, I am no longer as abhorrent as I used to be. We have failed. I will not be like a babble. The old woman cherishes the past, but this is a statement of facts, but you can’t accept it.”
"You mean Lord Lord has the bloodline to become a Journeyman, but he is just an ordinary mortal."
"He is very special, I said. And mortals have a high degree of plasticity. This is the reason why Master Martha’s plan may succeed. No matter how brilliant the golden age is, it has also failed. No matter how weak a mortal is, it has infinite. It is possible that they will not be restricted by this world, and one day they will be able to become the masters of this world."
"If you were thinking that way, Lord Odin might not have died because of this, and war might not break out. Pride and prejudice created hatred. How sad that so many people died."
"That's just a possibility, not a little bit. If a mortal wants to get there, there are still many things to do, but there is a long way to go. Every step may be forever, and even some wishful thinking. Twilight now has the will. Do you think it? Will you really let go of the mortal world?"
"Lord Lord, he will destroy that will."
"But what about your lord himself? If he wants to kill Twilight, he must have the highest authority to master Martha, take that final step, ascend to the top of the world, receive the blessings of the gods, and become the crown of laurels. Master-but ah, little girl, the order is immortal, the dusk is immortal, this is a dead knot."
Medissa was silent.
Fusia shook her head: "I didn't want to discuss these with you, these old topics that have lasted for thousands of years, the gods and people quarreled for this, and there is no result so far, and the people who once disputed it, It has already fallen one by one now, leaving only a world full of holes. Those great beings can't save this world. How can we call ourselves the savior?"
"You are too ignorant of yourself, Ms. Fucia." Medissa replied, frowning.
The former laughed self-deprecatingly: "Perhaps, after Odin's death, now I am just a paperworker. I promised Odin to help the Bugans guard the glacier. Now the seal of Twilight Will has been released. The war may be my last battle. Fortunately, I have long wanted to see my old comrades-in-arms."
As he said, the lofty Evil Dragon King unexpectedly sighed.
Metis lowered her head, her mood also seemed a little depressed. She thought of the heroes who fought alongside her in the Battle of the Saints, and how many of them are still in this world today
As if feeling the emotions of the two, Hippamira pushed the arm of the little silver elf princess with some worry, as if to cheer up the former.
"Thank you, Hippamira, I'm okay." Metissa felt the consolation of the priest and smiled at her slightly.
The priestess also responded with a kind smile.
"Dear Ms. Fusia," Metisa raised her head again and asked, "Then you call us here. What advice do you have?"
Fucia turned her head and stared at the silver-white mountains glowing in the sky under the moonlight-it was actually Leviathan's corpse. The behemoth was split in two from the middle, as if it were a valley between two mountain peaks-of course. It is not the body of the behemoth Leviathan, but the projection of it summoned by the crystal clan in this world, but even if it is just a projection, it is so magnificent.
The evil dragon king didn't say a word for a long time, as if he saw his future from the fate of this Leviathan.
After a long time, she turned her head and looked at the two Medissas and said: "I originally thought that the fire of the line of Travelling Mage would sleep with me in the eternal darkness, but I did not expect that Master Martha would not let the world completely. Lost hope, at least at the last moment, she sent you and your master before me."
Fusia paused for a moment: "Medissa, if I remember correctly, you should be called by this name, and the little girl of Himilud, don't look around, I'm talking about you—"
"Master Fusia?"
"Don't interrupt, little girl, your strength is too weak, it is not really the strength of a traveler, but from it, I can feel that your master has already gained some truth about the power of creation. Maybe one day, he will really grow up, but there is not much time left for him, and not much time left for me."
The evil dragon king raised his head high, and replied in a tone of voice:
"As a senior of the Journeyman, let me teach you how to use the destiny cards."
Thousands of miles away, Tumen’s old face was criss-crossed with wrinkles, and the blood-red pupils in the deep-set eyes that were transformed like agate reflect the brothers and sisters in front of him:
"Dead Moon? Interesting."