The crystal ball seemed to be suspended in the darkness, and the spreading light reflected half of a woman's thin face—the cheeks were deeply sunken, and her complexion was pale like a ghost. The woman pressed her lips tightly, and her frighteningly thin lips seemed to be dry with a knife. A cut in the skin, the shadow of the embroidered hood covered the eye sockets, and the eyeballs sunken in it exudes a feline-like shimmer in the pitch black.
She was expressionless, and soon another face appeared in the darkness across from her. It was also the face of a woman, but the fleshy face was the face of a plump woman, that woman. Slowly walked out of the darkness, with honey on his face, squinted his eyes, smiled and greeted:
"Long time no see, Kurul."
Between the two of them, there was only a shiny crystal ball emitting a strange brilliance, and the light escaped to the surroundings and gradually merged into the darkness.
The silence lasted only for a moment, and I guessed that the other party would not answer her, An Wei smiled slightly: "You know, I'm waiting for your answer. The secret can't always be hidden in the forest. The moon of magic power will always rise. That day."
"What's the answer, An Wei?" Kurul raised his head, his hollow eyes seemed to be two vortices—the pupils of insight. The witches of their clan can see through the vortex and traps in time when divination, and clarify the future and the past. The mystery of, but only as the inheritor of the moon of the sword can he have the eyes that can really clear the mist. Legend has it that these eyes are taken from the giant snake Kukulol and have the ability to insight into the future. The witch's voice seemed to come from the abyss of hell, grim and chilling: "—You already know the answer to this question."
The plump woman frowned: "Why are you so obsessed with it? This is not your character. You know that mortal loyalty has no binding force on us. The real master, the dragon of darkness, and Odin are what we witches want to be loyal to. , Is the ruler of the Miner, the leader of the legion. Now the moon has returned to this land, she is back, the Lion, the caveman, the harpy, the mountain people, the werewolf, and even the Miner. She is Lord, you know, the shadow of the dragon who knows everything has descended on this land. She is the one destined for the past, present, and future. The witch king has already predicted this, why don’t you look back, with me."
Kurul said nothing, but after a while, An Wei noticed that she was sneering.
"what are you laughing at?"
There was still a dead silence in the darkness.
An Wei frowned and frowned. She and Kurul had known each other for many years and knew each other’s temperament. The witch of Sword Moon inherited the power of Asis’s sixth daughter, the beautiful Tadisha. , The beautiful Tadisha masters the realm of peace and communication, so the witches of the Cup Moon are also called dark witches. They are blind walkers in the dark and possess the power to communicate mystery and spirit. Get inspiration from those whispers and make keen predictions, so the more the woman in front of her doesn't say a word, the more anxious An Wei feels.
"Barbasa lied to us, Kurul, that young man is not a dark dragon."
"You know what, I heard some rumors..."
"In the Great Glacier, some ancient ghosts are resurrecting, and there is no step towards that prophecy—"
"I have received inspiration from the Seven-Pole Dragon King. She was once the most powerful ally of the Dark Dragon."
"Kurul, why don't you speak, answer me."
There are few fierce disputes between witches. Their mortal enemies often use more evil and cruel methods to deal with their opponents, just like the motto of witches—start by killing, and end by killing. The magic of darkness has already eroded their hearts. They are cold, ruthless, and indifferent to life, but they often don't need meaningless quarrels. But today is obviously an exception. Even the dark space seems to perceive the tit-for-tat confrontation between the two witches, and the soft light radiating from the crystal ball does not know when it begins to become sharp.
Kurul's face became paler under the dazzling white light, and her lips moved:
"You go, An Wei, fate is doomed."
"You choose to stay?" An Wei took a breath: "I thought you were just waiting for the opportunity."
She wanted to say something more, but her voice had become distorted. The crystal ball suspended in mid-air seemed to suddenly extract the time and space around it, and even the flowing light bends to form a vortex, which will move all directions in all directions. The darkness sucked into it. An Wei showed a look of surprise and anger. Her face was extremely distorted in such a strange situation, and she let out a scream that changed her tone: "This is a dream!? How dare you peep into my dream, Kurul, you How dare—"
The sound stopped abruptly. When the light of the crystal ball was distorted to the extreme, the entire dark space was shattered, An Wei exploded like glass, and then dissipated into the darkness.
I don't know how long it took before the thin woman reopened her eyes, with fine beads of sweat on her forehead.
She was located in a small tent, with Barbasa and the sugar bowl next to her.
"What did you see?" The sugar bowl hugged her inexhaustible candy jar, looked at the mysterious woman curiously, and asked.
"A dream about the future." Kurul replied blankly.
"You saw An Wei, giggle, that fat woman must be very angry," Sugar Bowl laughed: "But I'm a little curious, Kurul, you are the eye of insight. What did you see and why did you choose to stand? On our side."
"That's naturally because the great man is the real dragon of darkness." Barbasha on the side looked in admiration: "Master Kurul is the most outstanding prophet of the witch family. Even she is standing on the side of the adults, explaining fate. A choice has been made."
"That's not necessarily, Barbasa," Sugar Bowl didn't seem to mind that his subordinates disagreed with him, and said with a smile: "I heard that the most outstanding prophet of the witch family comes from Qin Zhiyue and heresy. The witch of the moon, the witch of Kotomotsu, holds the power of Meisa, the third daughter of Esis, and the power of prophecy and charm. The witch of destiny is the darling of fate. The witch of the heresy is Timi Believers of Silk, they have real insight in their power. Compared to the dark witch who masters communication, they are probably better than the dark witch on the path of prophecy. Now the witch of Qin Zhiyue has not yet appeared, but Timis The witch Loya is already on the side of the Silver Queen. It can be seen that it is hard to say whether our adult is the dark dragon. At least I think he is not very like the dark dragon, but he is more interesting. Some, I like him better, and don't be with that old woman."
As a witch of the collateral line, Barbasa did not understand the inheritance of witches as clearly as the sugar bowl. Hearing that the inheritors of his line said so, she became a little worried for a while. Earlier, she discovered Brando's potential and introduced this young man to Sugar Bowl and Kurul, but if Brando were not the Dark Dragon, wouldn't she have committed a great mistake
As for the disrespectful words in the mouth of the sugar bowl towards the dark dragon, the old witch pretended not to hear it.
And Kurul on the side didn't seem to hear the conversation of a witch of two generations, but just sat there silently, like a piece of rotten wood. The sugar bowl noticed her attitude and was a little dissatisfied: "Kurul, you Haven't answered my words yet."
Kurul glanced at the little girl, and was silent for a moment before answering the unexpected question: "An Wei is the maid of the Witch King."
"I've known this for a long time," Tang Guan said disapprovingly: "What kind of answer is this."
Kurul paused for a moment: "She's in Eruin."
Although she didn't say who the'she' was, the sugar bowl seemed to understand it, and it bounced like a cat with its tail stepped on: "What!?"
"I met her a few years ago. She brought a little girl with her. That little girl has a name called Sophia." She paused: "Not a changed name, but her real name."
"Thirteenth month!" The sugar bowl gasped.
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'XVI: THE TOWER—
The lost moon took away the light
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There was a loud buzzing sound in the hall, and the crowd was divided into two distinctly. The two sides faced each other in the hall. Obviously it was not a while. On both sides of the confrontation, one of them was well-dressed. It was the Cruz nobles who had been exiled from the south. One side was dressed in a sky blue jersey and a standard armor of the White Lion Corps. It was the Eruin who came with the fleet—to be exact, the Eruin soldiers.
Although the nobles enjoy the advantage in status, the cold weapons in the hands of the young soldiers on Eruin’s side are not inferior in the face of such advantages, enough to make these people stop honestly, only daring to face each other, or low. Sound cursing.
"Let your lord come out!"
"This is the territory of the Cruz people, not a place where you Eruin people can go wild!"
"When is he going to deceive us!"
"This is a war of the Cruz people, you are not welcome here!"
Such noisy sounds waved higher and higher, and it looked like a scene often seen in Cruz or the Eruin aristocratic council. Perhaps if in peacetime, the aristocratic aristocrats of a little bit disdain to roll up their sleeves to do this kind of thing, but now it is different. Their subordinates are either arrested by Brando or forced to be included. In the'local defense team' controlled by the Eruins, if they don't get off the court personally, I'm afraid there will be no one to help them off the court.
But among the crowd, there are still a few people who are in aloof status. To be precise, they are five people, five representatives elected by the nobles to negotiate with Brando. They are the Earl of Alcons, the Earl of Jean, and the Sir Firth. , Baron Tirian and Rogers Knights. Of course, the inner court knight Rogers was just selected to make up the number. The inner court knights usually get closer with Brando and his group. Therefore, the nobles hope they can play better at this time. Multi-function, at least can represent the Cruz nobles to say a few words of justice in front of these damned Eruins.
However, compared with the passionate nobles, these five people seem to be more calm. Count Alcons and his colleagues glanced at each other, looking at the scene in front of them, the expressions on their faces were not very optimistic. Compared with these nobles, who hadn't been relieved by Brando, they knew better the temper of the young lord. Although it seemed that he didn't care about anything and talked better, they knew that his personality might be better than all others. People think it's much tougher.
Besides, they should have been dispelled by these guards on weekdays-now they are in this port, although they are still managers in name, but almost all the troops in the port are under the control of the Eruin people. The above is a bit ugly, they are just a group of puppets, and they have no right to speak at all. But today, the other party did not pay attention to it, as if letting them take the matter.
Whether it was Count Alcons or a few others, they all smelled the air of conspiracy.
However, at this moment they are already riding a tiger. Except for the Rogers Knight who was forcibly pulled and can also watch with cold eyes, the other people have faintly sweated on their foreheads. Although the others next to them are very enthusiastic, the four in the middle are in the middle. The representative of the nobleman, however, kept his nerves tense and stared at the door on the second floor of the hall. They knew that if Brando wanted to convey any news, it would be difficult for someone to come out from there soon.
as predicted.
Just listening to the sound of'Kakcha' all life, the door was pushed open in response.
The sound of opening the door seemed to be a signal, which immediately silenced the entire hall. Everyone raised their heads subconsciously, and countless lights gathered on the door.