When: Early morning of 8/2/23/Blackgate/Location: Town of Talenmere

As soon as Uncle Shuai came out of the circle, Abby pulled him to sign his name in his autograph book. The pen %fun %pavilion www.biquge.info hugged the helpless uncle again, took a selfie with [sour jujube 5s], and prepared to paste it next to the signature.

[Nozdorm] didn't rush to talk to us, and went straight to his youngest son and checked him up and down to see if he was hurt. After making sure that Millet was unscathed, the Dragon King walked over to a haystack and sat down relaxed like an ordinary farmer.

Nozdorm gave me a deep look, and the same bronzed voice resonated faintly from his statuesque mouth, "You're Hadley?"

"Yes, it's me. My tense nerves were overwhelmed by the ordinary question, and I answered mechanically.

Nozdorm scratched his neck and scratched his scalp again, seemingly uncomfortable, and his cold tone added a touch of warmth: "It's my honor to meet you, Child of Prophecy." ”

"You're the Lord of Time and Space, and you can answer my questions, right?" I hope he answers all my questions, and I care more about the secrets that surround me and the nightmares that disturb me in my sleep all day than the courage to be crushed to the surface at this moment.

Nozdorm tickled more often, which made me uneasy: "Yes, I can answer most of your questions, but there are things I want to say and some things I can't. ”

"I want to ask about my background. ”

Nozdorm: "No comment, and it doesn't matter where you come from. "There were bloody streaks on his arms, but there was no rash on them, and I guessed he didn't have any skin problems, just nervousness that caused him to react strangely when he was nervous.

He rejected my first question, and I continued undeterred: "Is my mother still alive?"

Nozdom nodded, tugging at his beard vigorously, "Well, live." ”

"Where's Daddy?"

Nozdorm: "He's alive, in another way. It's about the same as you. ”

"Is he okay?"

Nozdorm stopped tickling and said earnestly: "Those who succumb to darkness will never be able to escape the haze of fate because of their own choices." ”

"You all say that I am the child of prophecy, who made that prophecy?" I asked one question after another, for fear that the meaning of existence in front of me would disappear in a moment.

Nozdom pointed to the sky above: "[Archangel Ezekiel]." ”

"The great prophet of the Gospel?"

Nozdorm: "Well, the Gospel only says he's a prophet, but he's actually an angel. ”

"You know him?"

Nozdorm: "After the dragons were blessed by the gods, they lost contact with them. But when Ezekiel was traveling as a human, I had the privilege of meeting him once. "The Bronze Dragon King is a physical god who walks in the past and the future, but even he has only seen one side of Ezekiel, and the implication of this sentence seems to be profound, but I don't have time to delve into it.

"What the hell does that prophecy say?"

Nozdorm: "Actually, prophecy can't have been too precise, but [Ezekiel]'s prophecy is not. His exact words are as follows: the black hole of the sky, the crimson moon, the whole world wrapped in dead silence and cold, the gloom that envelops the heavens and the earth seems to foreshadow the end and despair, and the few heroes who survive among mortals sweep away the path of the annihilators under the protection of a broken and resolute shell, and welcome the rebirth that the gods have longed for. ”

"Wait, wait, Mr. Dragonlord, the prophecy doesn't mention my name, nor does it mention what the wound of my broken body is, does it?"

Nozdorm: "You're right, but Ezekiel kept clutching his chest while making his prophecy. Therefore, the five-colored dragon king and the twelve guardians who witnessed the miracle at that time all made clear annotations to the prophecy. ”

"That hurt doesn't matter, that is, maybe someone else is the true child of prophecy?"

Nozdorm: "Yes. ”

"Then please don't pester me, I can't be that person. ”

Nozdorm: "Don't worry, young man. Faced with sudden responsibility, evasion is the first reaction for anyone. But believe me, the old man sees it in the future stream of time!, and sees everything except the ending!" His calm and wise tone suddenly rushed to the highest point, and instantly turned to a roar. His elven form was covered in sweat, and as he stood up violently, countless lightning bolts fell from the sky not far away.

"Huh, what do you see?"

Nozdorm: "My death! the death of my brothers and sisters! the warped wail before all mortals were wiped out!" he suddenly calmed down again, stepped forward, put his hands on my shoulders, gasped, and looked me coldly into the eyes, "I'd rather be the prophecy about you, Hadley." There are many people who meet the conditions of a child of prophecy like you, but only you can minimize those wounds!"

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Nozdorm became neurotic again, and he sped up the frequency of tickling: "I'm sorry, I said too much. It's a heavy burden for both you and me. ”

"The Lord will forgive you ... ”

Nozdorm: "I know a lot of things, the ones I want to know, and the many more I don't want to know. No one told me that I wouldn't tell the secrets of the past and the future, but I knew that those who couldn't tell the world would rot in my heart!"

"Who else has the same prophecy as me?" I seemed to foresee the future at this moment, and those prophetic children with the same qualifications as me would become my worst enemies.

Hearing my gloomy words, Nozdom flinched timidly, but it was only for a moment before he perked up, and his two eyes burst into bronze gold like ancient weapons: "It's the leader of the Demon Cult! yes, yes, and your father!" he said to himself, looking like a madman.

The most reluctant information was confirmed by the dragon king himself, and when Father Wardien told me about my father's death, I guessed that at that time I still hoped that my father and I were on the same page, but the fact was that there was a possible battle for the death between father and son. I closed my eyes, hoping to shake the vision of the future out of my mind, but I had to accept it. "I believe in him, the villagers call him Elm Head, and he will never abandon his old-fashioned ideas. Neither can the Lich King!"

Nozdorm stopped talking, "The Lich King won't... I can't say any more, the dark images make me feel uneasy. Your little elm won't put your morality aside, will you?"

"Never! I won't change even believing in him, I'll save him! Body and mind!"

Nozdom didn't speak again, he just looked at me steadfastly, as if to say everything to me, including admiration for my will and sighs for my future.

"And what's going on with that Demon Cult?" I looked at the Dragon King for nearly a minute, and then I suddenly remembered that the Dragon King had just mentioned the leader of the Demon Cult.

Nozdorm let out a long breath, as if he had lifted a heavy burden: "Finally able to talk about something light... ”

"Huh, why do you say that?"

Nozdorm: "Because the Demon Order will not affect your feelings, nor will it affect the future that I hope will blind me." They call themselves the Crewe Demons, and their actions are unknown, but their last few actions have been to kill you, Hadley. ”

"I've combed through the events of Good Friday to the present several times, and I know that they have been standing in dark corners that I can't see, carrying out their so-called plans. First of all, after I died, my body should not have rotted, but two eyeballs were removed, leaving me with only two yellow magical eyes... ”

Nozdorm: "Wait, you're wrong. As far as I know, your eyeballs have really been taken away by beggars or outcasts, otherwise they would not have dared to rip off your clothes and boots. There is a rule among the robbers who make a fortune from the dead, not to do it in front of the eyes of the dead. ”

"But my robes aren't worth much, and those boots are just ordinary cowhides, and that's why they want these rags?"

Nozdorm: "You've never preached far away, so you're inexperienced. Anything that uses a magician has magic in it, and you think you're just a small-town acolyte, but in reality your knowledge of the Light has long surpassed that of your mentor Wardien. Your vestments will make the next user's mana more focused and accurate, and its effects will increase. So they can make up a legend on the black market that they don't believe in, so that they can sell your clothes for a good price. ”

"So my eyes were gouged out by tomb robbers, and after that I wandered in the Death Cycle for months, the Demon Cult assassinated the last two remaining psychics in the Undercity to prevent my resurrection?"

Nozdorm: "I appreciate your wisdom, please continue." ”

"But the rest of the matter is not directed at me, the Demon Cult has been planting eyeliner in the Scourge Legion since a year ago, and Blair's brother Arugao was coerced by them. ”

Nozdorm's eyes widened in horror suddenly, "What? They didn't try to kill you?"

"Yes, they kidnapped Blair, and until Sylvanas arrived, they didn't give up taking this poor girl, and they didn't care about me. ”

"Wrong! It's all wrong! It's completely different from what I saw! I got the wrong timeline! I got it wrong!" he couldn't contain his trembling, the distant sky rose and fell with his frequency, the lightning became more violent, and the heavens seemed to say: You've been tricked! Nozdorm, how could you see the whole story? How could you guess the ending?

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