Before you know it, the Northern Fortress is already close at hand.

In view of the particularity of the ancestor's identity, Sean did not make any grand welcoming ceremony, and directly crossed the normal barrier and entered secretly.

On the way to the Northern Fortress, Sean had already told the old ancestor clearly.

The old ancestor understood this.

Just like she talks about it at every turn, when you live to her age, you will look down on a lot of things.

This reminded Sean of the very famous triple realm of life in his previous life.

The first thing is to look at the mountains as mountains and the water as water.

Second, looking at the mountains is not the mountains, and the water is not the water.

Third, the mountains are still mountains, and the water is still water.

The ancestor is properly in the third realm.

When it comes to the ups and downs of life, his old man has been in the world several times, and no one can match it.

Lyric!

Sean took the old ancestor, and before he could get close to the mage tower, he heard a loud neighing of horses.

A black shadow rushed to Sean and the old ancestor like lightning.

The last beautiful sudden brake, a pair of huge horseshoe, in front of the two of them, lit up, a pair of horseshoe, it seems to carry a mysterious magic circuit, faintly there is a fire flashing on it.

If you are kicked by these big hooves, even a well-trained warrior will be kicked alive and your bones will be broken.

Whether it is Sean or the ancestor, he doesn't even blink his eyelids.

To be more precise, Sean's face was as black as the bottom of the pot, and he shouted angrily: "Treading the fire, you are causing trouble for me again, believe it or not, I will send you to the grassland as a stallion tomorrow?" I believe that those gentle and amiable mares must miss you very much, you see that during this time, the fat and body have grown a little stronger." ”

There is no doubt that there is only one war horse that dares to mess around in the Northern Fortress like this, Sean's lord mount - Treading Fire.

Although it is Sean's exclusive mount, not long after it was acquired, Sean acquired the Andes Giant Eagle Mount Black Collar, and several large-scale battles in the Eternal Night Commander were not suitable for the use of cavalry.

Sean has ridden it only a handful of times, and there are not many opportunities to use it in the future.

But once it is labeled as a lord, no one will use it.

Especially in the first few years of the Eternal Night Army, when it bred a herd of mutant horses, it could be regarded as a meritorious service and a hard worker.

Many military personnel have a natural affection for it, after all, this guy is most likely the grandfather or great-grandfather of his mount.

Therefore, it has been kept in the northern fortress, and it can be regarded as a major overlord here.

Sean is the eldest, Barton is the second, it's the third.

At least that's what it thinks.

The dark horse's temperament is relatively bad, Sean knew it from the beginning.

To be more precise, it is more cheap.

It's a bit like a bear child, but it's somewhat better than a bear child.

There are no big mistakes, and there are constant small mistakes.

It's usually the kind that makes people laugh and cry.

Over the years, I have been nourished in the Northern Fortress, and I have absorbed I don't know how much magic energy, not only my strength has improved, but my IQ has also improved a little, and I am about to become a refiner.

As soon as he heard Sean's threat, he immediately put away his new equipment that was shining red, and the spirit of the whole horse seemed to be pumped, his head and shoulders were slumped, and his temperament changed one hundred and eighty degrees.

One second he was an elite soldier who had been through a hundred battles, and the next second he became a scoundrel who ate on the street and waited for death.

If you don't know the dark horse's temperament, you will definitely be flashed by this change.

A pair of huge horse eyes, looking at Sean with a puffy look, weak and helpless.

The ponytail is wagging like a windmill, like a dog.

For horses, this is definitely a technical task, after all, their tail structure is very different from that of dogs.

"You're kind of funny, warhorse. The old ancestor was amused by the miraculous face-changing technique of the dark horse stepping on the fire, but when his eyes turned to the back of the fire, he couldn't help but let out a sigh, "The years are unforgiving, I didn't expect the little guy, you have grown old like this." ”

Woof!

A yellow figure jumped down lightly from the back of the black horse stepping on the fire, and then walked slowly to Sean's side, rubbed his thighs affectionately, and then looked at the old ancestor sideways, his eyes showed a trace of doubt, as if to say, do I know you?

This yellow figure is none other than Barton, an Andes Hound who grew up with Sean.

The age limit of race is the source of life and death.

Sean's life has just begun, but the elder Barton has already finished his life and entered the twilight of his life.

It has survived until now because of a good owner who is very affectionate, trying to help it continue its life and delay the arrival of the last moment.

But in the end, I had to accept the cruel reality that it was a dog, and Sean was a dog that had entered his old age before he had enough ability.

Even though it is much smarter than the average hunting dog, it is difficult for it to practice normally due to its racial origin.

Old Patton's once oily fur had become mottled, and his sharp eyes had become cloudy and weak, and most of them were in a deep sleep, rarely moving.

The only thing that hasn't changed is the habit of welcoming Sean.

As long as Sean's body left the Northern Fortress, it would wait at the gate every day.

It knew that it was no longer capable of hunting with Sean, running around the mountains together, waiting for its master to return, and that was the only thing it could do.

Although Sean's subjective consciousness never left the Northern Fortress from beginning to end, he did not bother Barton to do so.

Because if old Barton is deprived of the right to do so, he may deprive it of the value of its existence, its spirit, and even the motivation to live will no longer be there.

The only thing Sean can do is to make it as convenient as possible for his old buddy.

Let the dark horse step on the fire as its partner and means of transportation.

Sean is not so much conniving at the dark horse as he is deeply invested in his old fellow.

The chicken thief and the chicken thief stepped on the fire, after suffering two losses, obviously realized the life of the horse fake dog Wei, who can be arrogant in front of him, the only one for this old dog, to obey the words, serve in place, anyway, it has a serious lack of energy, most of the time is lying there quietly, the rest of the time, not their own decision.

Later, when conditions permitted, Sean even opened an energy transmission pipeline and established a kennel with plenty of magic energy at the gate where Old Patton was waiting for him.

Sean not only did not have the infamy of private use and extravagance and waste because of this incident, but on the contrary, praised it.

Sean and Old Barton's deep relationship is well known, and his own lord has invested so much affection for an old dog next to him, can he be worse than those around him who are loyal to him?

Compared to a lord who is not affectionate, most people like to follow a lord who values love and righteousness.

Originally, Sean's eyes flashed the same doubts, but when he thought of the ancestor's familiarity with him, he was immediately relieved.

Since the other party has been monitoring since he was a child, he must know Barton, and he also knows the feelings between humans and dogs.

The old ancestor bent down, touched the head of the old Barton and said: "Loyal dogs are rare, since you can see me alive, I will give you a chance, a chance to start again, I hope you can spend more time with my great-grandson." ”

I saw that the ancestor waved his hand lightly, and there was an oval giant egg the size of a basketball in his hand.

"What is this?" said Sean, looking surprised.

The giant egg held in the hands of the old ancestor was obviously not an extraordinary thing, but the black mist was entwined on it, even if he looked closely, Sean could not clearly confirm whether this giant egg was virtual or physical.

The black mist wrapped around it is no stranger to Sean, and it is exactly the same as the shadow power manipulated by the Shadow Eater Leopard and the Vampire Shadow Vine.

The huge vitality emanating from the giant egg is not even a hundredth of the time that even Sean is looking at, even the eagle eggs laid by the giant eagles of the Ancient Andes that have been carefully cultivated by the Eternal Night Commander are less than one percent of it.

"This was originally a black dragon egg, but unfortunately fell into the shadow cracks, eroded by the unique shadow power there, and turned into a shadow black dragon egg, don't look at its vitality, in fact, the chance of it naturally hatching is less than 1 in 10,000, because the dragon soul in the dragon egg has not yet been formed, it was swallowed by the shadow power, but it is an excellent soul carrier, as long as the soul injection ritual is used to inject a mature soul into it, it will hatch naturally. "The old ancestor didn't sell it.

Sean's gaze swept back and forth twice on Old Barton and the Shadow Black Dragon Dragon Egg, and he couldn't help but widen his eyes and said, "What does Old Ancestor mean is to inject Old Barton's soul into this dragon egg?"

The old ancestor smiled faintly and said: "This matter, for me, is not difficult, the main thing is whether you can accept it or not." ”

Sean's heart moved, the ancestor had something to say.

Sean's chat with the ancestor seems to be a match.

In fact, from beginning to end, the principle of going from shallow to deep has been followed.

The old ancestor did promise from the beginning, and he knew everything about Sean.

But this kind of talk, that is, listen to it, don't completely believe it, there is no secret between husband and wife, let alone someone who has a plan in his own right.

Sean hadn't had time to ask about how the old ancestor could survive for three centuries, the core secret of personal privacy.

At the beginning, Sean guessed that the ancestor used the ultra-high magic energy concentration environment to slow down the speed of his own cell replacement, so as to achieve the purpose of prolonging his life.

But the appearance of this soul infusion ritual obviously made this matter more likely.

Could it be that her old man was using this way to test her attitude towards this matter.

If you can't even accept injecting a dog's soul into a dragon egg.

Not to mention the acceptance of one's soul and its transfer to another's body.

"How sure is the ancestor?" Although Sean did not directly answer the ancestor's question, his rhetorical question already represented his attitude.

Although he is not black, he is definitely not white, to some extent, this kind of thing, he is in a state of double standard.

If this evil method is beneficial to himself, even if he does not support it, he will have a default attitude.

If it is not good for itself and its rule, it will never be tolerated.

Except for a few moral models, most people are such double-standard people.

"Seventy or eighty. "The old ancestor didn't say anything to death, after all, when they cast a spell against a dog, and it was cross-species, and this was the first time she had done this.

But the smile in his eyes couldn't get rid of it.

Sean's reaction made her very satisfied, and it was not real after all, if her great-grandson was a moral saint, it would definitely not be a good thing for her.

"The success rate is still too low, and I want to get involved directly in this matter and find ways to improve the success rate. Sean groaned slightly, frowning.

In fact, even without the soul infusion ritual of the Old Ancestor, Sean was not ready to accept the fate of Old Patton leaving him like this.

Don't forget, Sean is secretly building a second world with Sophia, a world dedicated to souls.

He was going to wait until the end of old Barton's life, to save his soul, even if it took a lot of effort, to send it into the consciousness space, to accompany him in another way.

It doesn't matter if Sean is nostalgic or selfish.

In the past, there was nothing to do, and when I had a way, I couldn't bear the people close to me to leave me one by one.

The only thing he can do is give them the right to choose.

If they are willing to accept their fate, return to reincarnation, and find a new ethereal beginning, he will not forcibly stop them.

However, this situation mostly happens to those who have a firm belief in the gods, and most normal people will choose to continue to exist in a way that they can see with their naked eyes.

"If you're interested, there's no problem, when will this matter start? The little guy is not in a very good state, the longer he stays in this severely aging body, the more damage will be done to his soul, and the lower the success rate will be when the soul infusion ritual is held. "The old ancestor naturally didn't know that Sean was playing such a big trick behind his back, otherwise he wouldn't have to go to great lengths to test Sean.

"Then naturally, the sooner the better, and later the old ancestor might as well introduce the ceremony to me first, and I will see what needs to be prepared. Sean was a little impatient.

This matter is not only related to the life and death of old Barton, who has accompanied him since he was a child, but also closely related to his recent research topic.

The plans for the second world are grand and wonderful.

But when it came to implementation, it was difficult.

The front foot has just solved a problem, and another problem has popped up in the back.

Sean had never felt that doing research was such a difficult thing to do.

The whole process is simply stuck in a mire, or the kind of pouring rain, and every step is a lot of mud and water.

Until I was impetuous again because of the failure of an experiment, I went to the consciousness space to be quiet and saw the law rune suspended above my head.

Sean suddenly realized what the problem was.

Their second world plan is to break the cycle of life and death and work against the laws of the plane.

The laws of the plane are cold and unforgiving.

They stumble on the evil of the God of Death.

In the same way, just because Sean once worked as a wage earner for the law of the plane and obtained a law rune, he will open the net, and he will also set restrictions.

More accurately, the limitations themselves exist.

However, Sean was not intimidated by this and gave up his research on the second consciousness world.

This is an important means for their Eternal Night Army to deal with unconventional enemies such as the Goddess of Night and Death and the God of Truth, how can they easily give up?