On December 26th, around six o'clock, it was early in the morning, and the dark and light were intertwined, and the orange sun was gradually rising.

In the hazy night above Eagle's Nest City, a delicate, grotesque wooden ship floated out of thin air.

On the ship, in Tang Qi's eyes glowing with red light, the brilliance gradually faded, his expression did not change, and he used the eyes of the furnace to silently sense and search for other "furnace wizards", but the result ended in failure.

"The predecessors of the Dark Age can quickly communicate with each other, which is one of the reasons why they can wreak havoc on the Old and New Worlds, after all, a single Crucible Wizard can easily be besieged and killed, but once a group of Crucible Sorcerers converge, the scene will become uncontrollable in an instant. ”

"So, the furnace even cut that off?"

"Or did His self-salvation fail, and I was still the last Crucible Wizard from beginning to end?"

A thought crossed Tang Qi's mind, but he immediately shook his head, denying the possibility.

"When the furnace was sealed by the gods, the resistance was not strong, it was almost voluntary, and his self-salvation must have had the effect he wanted. ”

"Try the second method!"

Muttering to himself, Tang Qi immediately blinked, but saw that from the corner of his eye, a drop of light burst out and smashed down.

Syllable!

The flame of light, which was completely composed of furnace flames, immediately burst into a cloud of intense brilliance the moment it touched Tang Qi's fingertips, and a delicate and active figure flew out of the light. It resembles a small bird glowing throughout, with finite flames spilling from time to time at the edges of its wings.

Life Curse!

Obviously, this was Tang Qi's inspiration from the way he chose his dependents.

No matter what the nascent Forge Wizards wanted to do, what they had in their bodies was definitely the same Forge Flame as Tang Qi.

So, all you have to do is find a second spark in the furnace flame.

For other Crucible wizards, this is not possible.

But Tang Qi only needs to cast witchcraft once.

The "little firebird", which was given life for a short time, initially possessed wisdom.

After receiving Tang Qi's thoughts, it screamed a few times at the master, gently pecked Tang Qi's palm, and flew away from the Fool's Ship, like a bird bathed in the rising sun, swooping towards the bottom of the Eagle's Nest City.

After descending to a certain height, it seemed to sense something, and let out a high-pitched and cheerful cry, which immediately turned into a red light and shot towards the "Starka District" of Eagle's Nest City.

The Starka District, one of the three low-level civilian areas in Eagle's Nest City, is inhabited mostly by low-level immigrants from several states in the northern region of the Old World, and most of them are engaged in physically demanding jobs such as porters.

However, there is a small area here, because of the border with the Lovk district, it occupies the advantage of cheap rent, attracting many writers who hit the streets, painters at the bottom, or young men and women who are not in the entertainment industry.

At the moment, in the Starka district, inside a brick and stone residential building covered with a lot of graffiti.

The window room on the sixth floor is empty because of the scarcity of furniture, but the messy mess of drawings, paints, drawing boards and other things scattered all over the floor.

In the room, a young figure was lying on the ground, wailing and rolling.

This is a young man with very white skin but strong hair, most of his face is covered with dark yellow hair, and his body is quite strong, and his body is covered with paint, as if he is a painter, even in the pain of rolling, he does not let go of the brush in his hand.

Moreover, he deliberately avoided an easel in the center.

"Ahhh......h

While the young man was wailing, there was also a conversation between a couple next door.

First, the woman was awakened by the screaming and said in a panic: "Joe, what's going on? someone is screaming, it seems to be your roommate, he needs help......"

The young man who was called Joe replied with some impatience: "It's Klaus this fool again, he did it on purpose, and it was the same yesterday, any fool who looks directly at the sun for more than a certain amount of time will burn his eyes, even if it is the sun that has just risen." ”

"Ignore him, let's go back to sleep. ”

Along with Joe's explanations and complaints, the woman was also persuaded that after squirming, there was no follow-up movement.

In the studio, the screams of the young man named Klaus gradually subsided.

When the pain gradually subsided, he insisted on getting up, with a pair of red and swollen eyes, tears streaming from him, he held the paintbrush, trying to grope his way to the easel, and it was incomprehensible that he was obviously in pain, but his expression was full of excitement.

However, because of his blurred vision at this time, he groped in the wrong direction.

In his blurred vision, the image that suddenly appeared, but kept "shaking", was not the easel he wanted, but a bird that flew from nowhere, a red bird that was glowing all over and constantly dripping flames.

At first, Klaus was stunned for a moment, and then seemed to sense something, and the whole person became extremely excited.

"I succeeded, even if I didn't sacrifice to the evil gods, I was blessed by my lord...... What is your name, little thing, are you the spirit that my Lord has given me, and you look like an immortal bird, or a sunbird?"

Between whispers, Klaus staggered over and held out a hand, trying to stop the bird in his palm.

Only the next moment, he saw the cheerful chirping of a bird, and then stopped on the shoulder of a figure that appeared in the studio without warning, and soon melted silently, merging with the figure.

"No!"

Inside, Klaus let out a heart-rending scream.

In front of him, stood Tang Qi, who looked a little weird.

At this moment, he wanted to ask this painter, who seemed to belong to the category of street fighting, what are you yelling at, and the bird is not yours.

Holding back his thoughts, Tang Qi looked directly at the young man.

Special ability, open silently.

The long-awaited special picture was finally slowly generated at this moment.

[Transcendent Creature: Crucible Wizard.] 】

[Status: Freshman.] 】

[Information fragment 1: A newly born Crucible wizard, due to his talent and the short time he received the projection, he only obtained one copy of the "Golden Crucible Meditation Method", and the rest of the inheritance was just fragmented information that made him unable to practice. 】

[Fragment 2: His name is "Klaus Lovech", and he desires to acquire combat sorcery as a way to get revenge on the gallery owner who repeatedly rejected him.] 】

Tang Qi looked at the fragments of information flowing through his mind, and at the same time looked at the entire studio.

Looking at the eyes, some of the "juniors" who had lost their souls condensed on the easel in the center.

But I saw that there was an oil painting above, in a semi-finished state.

The background of the painting is a dark and dark world of nothingness, but at the top of the painting, there is a furnace of the sun that seems to emit infinite light and heat, this sun is in an unfinished position, and the painter himself seems to be stuck in this part, which can never be fully depicted.

Thinking about the scene he saw before, as well as this guy's extremely red and swollen eyes, Tang Qi immediately realized what kind of guy the first junior he found.

"A street painter who thinks he has never met a talent is lucky enough to become one of the new Crucible wizards on Hanukkah.

"I got the meditation method, but I didn't have the accompanying combat sorcery, which is somewhat similar to my situation at the beginning, except that I won't run to look directly at the sun in order to please the 'Crucible', and I am lucky that I am not completely blind. ”

"So, what is restricting you from going to the evil god to sacrifice?"

As he spoke, Donch looked back at Klaus Lovech.

Although the opponent's vision is still blurred, this does not prevent Tang Qi from casting "Crimson".

The relationship between the two is not just a relationship between the elders and sisters of the Crucible Wizard, Tang Qi is now not a nobody, even in the boundless mystery, but like a rising star powerhouse, and this street painter with an incredible brain circuit is a genuine rookie.

The weak scum of the weak slag, and the idea is very strange.

Silently, Don Qi extracted Klaus Lovech's mind and found the answer directly in it, which made Don Qi look stunned, and immediately gave birth to the answer of the impulse to swear.

In the depths of Klaus Lovech's psyche, in addition to meditation, there is an additional "guide".

The content of this guide is not complicated. Translated, it means that the forges wizards must sacrifice to the evil gods, but they don't have to maintain too much frequency like the predecessors of the Dark Age.

A newborn Crucible Wizard who follows new laws.

There was nothing wrong with that, and even the law almost subverted the limits of the Crucible's wizard's personality, and given the Crucible Master's current situation, it was barely understandable that this would be his last insane self-salvation.

It really makes Tang Qi feel ridiculous, and he really wants to spray with the "Melting Pot" at this moment.

It's some blurry images that come with the guide.

The image was naturally meant to annotate the new rules and make them easy for the nascent Crucible wizards to understand.

It's just that the protagonist of these images is a person.

That's right, it's him Tangqi.

It was his limited sacrifice in the past, and it didn't seem that the image was very bright and majestic, and it could be completely classified into the category of "secret sacrifice".

"Why didn't the nascent Forge Wizards stop looking for evil gods to sacrifice like their predecessors?

"While the Forge is saving itself, it has prepared new rules for the nascent Forge Wizards, and the rules are coincidental, similar to what I did in the beginning, and even more coincidentally, using my image as a commentary on the rules. ”

Not only did Tang Qi feel ridiculous, but at the same time, some not-so-good omens began to rise in his mind.

Especially in the next moment, as he retracted his redness, the street painter called Klaus Lovech in front of him recovered, and his vision seemed to become normal again, he saw Tang Qi standing in front of him, first stunned for a while, and then seemed to think of something, his eyes widened, and the whole person trembled.

"Yes...... It's you!"

With the sound of Klaus's lips trembling, the bad premonition in Tang Qi's mind became even stronger.