According to the book "What Do You Know About the Order Races of the Shattered World", the Druids are in fact composed of many races, who live in the forests on the edge of the world of order, observing and monitoring the boundaries of order, and silently guarding the fire of order in each plane. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Before Morin could recall any more information, the druid in front of him had already stood up.

He had dark green knotted hair, brown eyes like beast-like pupils, and was dressed in a garment made of brown leather, with dark blue skin exposed, and many runes carved on it from unknown materials, exuding an ancient and vicissitudes of life. Maureen was sure that the panther before was not wearing anything, and the leather garment appeared as if out of thin air.

At the moment when the black panther appeared, the terrifying old man who was about to get angry had stopped gathering his magic power, but he did not disperse the magic around him, but looked cautiously at the druid in front of him, and a solemn look flashed in his dim and vicious eyes, as if he was thinking about something.

If it is said that the passage of time is too long, the skin of the vicious old man is wrinkled, the body is stiff, and the magic power is weakened. Then the river of time was obviously more favored by the druids, and even Merlin could feel the power contained in the ancient runes. He vaguely felt that he had seen similar runes in some book, but of course he didn't recognize them.

But to the boy's surprise, the mysterious druid did not immediately pay attention to them, but raised his eyes to the starry sky, his face was solemn and motionless, like a silent sculpture standing in the moonlight.

The atmosphere was a little depressing, the vicious old man still did not disperse the magic around him, the too dense magic became more and more unstable because of the long time without the confinement of the spell model, and from time to time there was a trace of flame flashing around the old man under the shadow of the tree, which was formed by the release of small magic conflicts.

Merlin cautiously shifted back, trying to move as far away as possible from the frightening old man, until his back rested on the cool trunk of a tree, and then began to observe the druid gazing at the starry sky with curiosity, the first time he had seen the Order's race outside of humans and goblins.

The druid, as if he hadn't noticed the vicious old man or Morin with his back to the trunk of a tree, was still immersed in his own world, looking up at the starry sky, his deep eyes showing concern for some reason, and muttering: "Elendiel's constellation is twinkling, this is the third time this month, fate is so ......."

Under the moonlight, in the ancient and mysterious Gangdi forest, the druid's muffled murmur was like a floating silver ribbon, caressing every branch and leaf, and before he knew it, even the sound of insects was muted.

The boy didn't hear the last few syllables clearly, and felt a little puzzled: it was not quite normal for the stars to twinkle and twinkle, what was there to care about, and what to say about the third twinkle this month, the druid was really strange. And it's about fate or something, isn't this what grandpa often accuses, those self-righteous prophets, and actually big liars.

He looked at the druids with a little more curiosity, as if to see what was so special about this profession, which his grandfather often called a great liar.

Finding that the druid was just looking at the stars to himself, and didn't seem to be bothering or interfering with himself, the vicious old man turned to the druid and tentatively moved back to approach Merlin, who was leaning back against the trunk.

Noticing the approach of the vicious old man, the young man's heart tightened, isn't this druid here to save me? Old man druid, are you just passing by, are you just here to look at the stars, but say something!

The vicious old man was still facing the druid, but a withered, slender hand slowly grabbed at Merlin, and around that hand, small sparks caused by the clash of magic appeared from time to time.

His heart was beating faster and faster, and seeing that the withered hand that was slowly reaching for his chest in the darkness was about to grab his collar, Merlin felt that his chest was like a heavy stone hammer pressing against Barron, and he was completely unable to breathe.

Behind him is a cool but hard tree trunk, and in front of him is a withered hand close at hand.

There is no way back, nowhere to hide.

But the hand did not touch Morin in the end, but froze in mid-air.

Because the druid moved.

I saw him slowly retract his deep gaze looking at the starry sky, slowly lowered his head, and looked at the terrifying old man in a black robe, and the slightest spark of magical conflict that flashed around the old man, and wrinkled his dark green eyebrows.

His two large hands traversed the arcane trajectory in the night, and at the same time, a low voice came out of his mouth, as if he was reciting a spell. In just a moment, Merlin felt that the conflicting magic that had gathered around the old man had dissipated.

"It's like a two-ring spell channeling technique, which can guide the flow of magic power, so as to achieve the effect of dissipating magic power and returning to the sea of magic power. But he didn't use magic cards when he released this spell, and the spell was cast too fast. The boy admired in his heart. According to the books, one of the reasons for the popularity of magic cards is that they can greatly increase the speed of spell casting, while eliminating the need for complex gestures and awkward chanting. However, powerful mages can often quickly activate the low-level magic they are familiar with, even without the help of magic cards.

In this way, there is no doubt about the strength of the druid in front of him.

The vicious old man's expression was visibly much more solemn, and before he could react, the druid had already spoken.

"Strange mage, I feel the breath of destruction in you, and the malice that does not belong to the order. Wherever you're coming from or what your purpose is here, get out of here, the forest doesn't welcome you. This time his voice was different from the murmur of his previous stargazing and the of chanting incantations, but a calm statement full of power, as if it contained unshakable firmness.

As if he was afraid of the druid's strong strength, the vicious old man was silent for a moment, then nodded and replied, "Yes, I ...... No offense, that's ...... With a boy...... Leave. ”

But his hand remained frozen not far from Merlin's chest, and instead of moving, a pair of dim eyes fixed on the druid, as if to observe and test his reaction.

After a slight hesitation, the druid replied, "Strange mage, please leave by yourself and leave the boy behind, I have something I want to ask the boy." ”

Hearing this, Morin felt that the stone that had been blocking his throat finally fell, and he took a breath. But thinking that his deception just now made the vicious old man angry, and he knew some of his strange secrets, I am afraid that it was not so easy to let himself go.

Sure enough, the old man still did not withdraw the withered hand that stayed on Mo Lin's chest, his eyes narrowed slightly, like a poisonous snake, and he said intermittently hoarsely: "If the memory is too long...... Didn't lie to my words, as order...... The Druid of the Guardian, it seems...... Never interfere...... Strife within the order. Could it be that now the druids are ...... Have you begun to meddle in the private affairs of human beings?"

The vicious old man's voice was hoarse and incoherent, but there was something in his words.

The druid was silent and did not answer immediately.

There was a moment of silence in the woods.

But the silence didn't last long, and the moonlit druid spoke again: "Leave the boy behind." This time he spoke slowly, as if he was thinking as he spoke.

"For too long, strife within the order has been a drain on the power of order and is not conducive to the fight against chaos, and if it is our druid's tradition not to interfere with strife within the order, I think it may be time to make some changes. The druid's voice was hesitant, as if he wasn't trying to say anything to the vicious old man, but to convince himself.

But the druid's attitude clearly angered the vicious old man, and he was only heard to let out a hoarse laugh: "Haha...... Ha ......".

"It can't be, I'm going to ...... Take this boy away!" The old man's old and ugly face was distorted into a ball, looking hideous and strange, "Since you ...... If you have to get in the way of me, you have to show some real strength...... Let me see how much it weighs!"

Determined that Morin could not be taken away peacefully, the vicious old man withdrew his withered hand that was stiffened on Morin's chest and stretched it into his arms. Mo Lin felt that the thin and slender body of the vicious old man seemed to stand up a little in an instant, and the black robe on his body swelled, as if he was preparing to gather magic power.

Seeing that the battle was about to break out, a new voice suddenly came from the darkness.

"What are you doing, and why are you fighting this human mage?"

The voice was equally low, but slightly younger, and his words were full of hesitation and questions. The voice was accompanied by another druid, emerging from the shadows of the trees.

He had pale green hair, dark green eyes, and was dressed in brown leather, except that only a few runes could be seen on his bare skin, and his face looked much younger than the druid he had previously called Master Lancer, at least to Morin's senses.

As if he didn't expect other druids to appear, the druid, known as Master Lancer, was silent for a moment, he raised his hand to the vicious old man, and said, "That strange human mage has an aura that does not belong to order. ”

The young druid turned his head to look at the vicious old man, frowned, and said, "It's disgusting, but it shouldn't be a reason for you to fight him." Isn't that contrary to the norms we uphold?"

"Alas......" Feeling unable to convince the young druid, Master Lancer let out a long sigh and slowly pointed his fingertips at Morin, who was leaning back against the trunk of the tree with a worried expression, "That boy, he, is a little special. ”

Seeing Master Lancer's finger pointed at him, the young man couldn't help but hold his breath, and his blue eyes showed confusion: What is special about me, can't I use magic cards, such a special seems to be useless. Could it be that I read very quickly, but he can't know......

"I don't understand......," wondered the young druid.

Master Lancer stroked his dark green beard, his brown eyes looked at the woods under the moonlight, his deep gaze seemed to have passed through distant time, and said slowly: "The years you have gone through are still too short, and it is normal not to understand some things, of course, too many things that should not have been forgotten by people have been abandoned in the long river of time, and there is no trace. This is a loss for Todder, and indeed for the entire broken world. ”

"But ......," said the young druid, as if trying to argue something.

Master Lancer looked at the distant night, raised his hand, palm facing outward, and motioned for him to stop talking, "There's no need to argue about anything, I don't have to make a move tonight, and the human affairs will be left to them to settle first." ”

The young druid looked at Master Lancer in surprise, not understanding why he had suddenly changed his decision.

But soon, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

I saw that above the night sky, under the moonlight, a figure wearing silver heavy armor and holding a big sword rushed towards the earth, but the blood-colored big sword emitted a sharp frost sword qi, breaking through the night, leaving a bright silver scar in the night sky behind the figure, and countless water vapor condensed into fine ice crystals, reflecting a shining moonlight in the night.

With the momentum of the fall, the heavily armored figure was like a silver meteor in the sky, falling to the earth with unrivaled power.

And the end of the trajectory of the silver meteor, which came with the momentum of ten thousand jun, is exactly where the vicious old man is.

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