War College.

The old dark yellow bookshelves filled the huge hall, and the old books that were so old that they had peeled off their skins made the hall look crowded, and many books were unbearable and crowded, falling on the floor depicting various strange patterns, and inexplicably turning around.

The strange chandelier on the zenith closed eight stiff purple claws, and the cloudy one-eyed in the center of the eight claws stared at the hall drowsily, revealing a stingy light, but every time a book sounded and turned, it was no longer stingy, and the light was so bright that it stared at the ancient book and blinked.

"Terrible rate of growth."

The book, which had been completely peeled off and was old and dull yellow even on the title page, flipped through in front of the eyes of a purple-robed man with his feet suspended, wearing a cold mask and a purple robe covering his whole body, extremely mysterious, revealing only a pair of ghostly eyes that symbolized destruction.

The book, closed secretly.

In an instant, the sound of rats jumping around sounded on another shelf, and several ancient books were moved out of the crowded bookshelf with difficulty, fell to the ground, and opened automatically.

The evil one-eyed of the octopus lamp moved with his movements, constantly illuminating the man's every movement.

"Not this one."

A sigh gradually appeared in the hoarse voice, and an old wave immediately swept the book and sent it back to the shelf, and the red candle at the top of the dark yellow shelf seemed to be much dimmer, and the purple light of the evil eye, the hall, became inexplicably depressed.

Emotions can affect the changes of the entire space, this man, who is he?

The purple-robed man seemed to have the intention of giving up, and he quietly sat on a solemn obsidian bench, his hands supporting his chin tiredly, and the face hidden under the purple robe made the mysterious eyes even more clear.

The obsidian bench was at the center of all the bookshelves, just as the man was at the pinnacle of the War College, and as the master of the War College, he had been the Void Prophet Marzaha for six years without closing his eyes.

He was bored, but he said to himself with deep exhaustion: "The erosion of the Void Surface is intensifying, six years ago, only ten to thirty rifts were needed to be sealed a day, and today it has risen to two hundred, and the Void Plane with a harsh environment is constantly sending Void creatures to Valoran with the help of rifts, although the small fish and shrimp cannot threaten the entire Rune Land for the time being, in the long run, it is not a way." ”

"The runes are difficult, the prophecy of the world is not empty, and the result of cursing the 'dead realm' of the ice field may be the result of this proverb from a thousand years ago."

The man said to himself, the word prophecy fell, but he closed his mouth, the eyes that seemed to be able to see through the void didn't know what to think, in the stagnant light, there were surprises, sorrows, and confusion.

After a long time, he suddenly laughed: "It's really great to be able to break my Marzaha's seal. ”

The unsmiling Void Prophet was smiling, if Master Yi saw this smile, I was afraid that because of his consternation, the long knife that would not leave his body would fall to the ground, and to be able to get Marzaha's praise was even more dazzling than winning the honor of the duke.

He smiled for a moment, then hesitated and said, "Should the seal be reinforced?" ”

"Anyway, a bit of suppression will only backfire, that little guy has a lot of power to rebound, maybe it is better to restrict the forbidden spell than to seal it forever."

He seemed to convince himself, and he was somewhat satisfied.

There is only one way for the Void Prophet Marzaha to rest.

He likes to sit on the obsidian bench and mutter, and for him, he doesn't want to waste a second, so he only has a few seconds off in the day.

The purple-robed man paused for a moment, raised his long sleeves glowing with starlight and deep purple lines, and in a few moments, the quiet hall was again filled with the sound of flipping books, the candles on the bookshelves were rekindled, and the octopus tried to widen its stiff one-eyed, as if to cooperate with the man to expel the tiredness.

The War College, the academy that maintains Valoran's harmony and symbolizes absolute fairness and justice, is still as solid as obsidian......

The cold wind in the ice field seems to be warmer.

Wu Wenxu was lying on a wooden bed covered with two layers of cotton wool, his brows furrowed.

His consciousness was still in the ultimate confrontation between the White Wind and the Tiger, and the huge loss of spirit and magic power made him confused, and the pictures in the dream kept flickering, shattering, and patching together, Wu Wenxu felt uncomfortable in his chest and had a splitting headache.

"Water ......"

Lord Lord subconsciously pursed his dry lips, the room was quiet, there was no cold and delicious water in his mouth, and there was no cold moon's soft little hand on his forehead, Wu Wenxu suddenly opened his eyes and woke up, sweating profusely.

My head still hurts and I'm about to crack.

Wu Wenxu touched his forehead weakly, and found that his skin was very hot, and he should have a high fever, a man who was born with an affinity for fire magic particles and would not catch a cold in the ice field, would even have a fever one day?

Wu Wenxu tried hard to support his body, he had no clothes on his body, because of nightmares and high fever oozing hot sweat, wet the quilt and mattress, rashly turned it over, the cold wind immediately hit the quilt, so cold that Wu Wenxu shivered fiercely, unable to support his body, and the white quilt on his hand fell softly.

It was also at this moment that Wu Wenxu noticed that the magic fluctuations in his body were gone......

Try to communicate with the snow maple tree, the familiar world of soul elegy in the past is like nothing, closing your eyes and sinking into the bottom of your heart, except for the lonely darkness, it is the boundless dead silence, and even the magic particles in the space can no longer be inhaled into the body.

Wu Wenxu was very unaccustomed to this kind of feeling, and even a little panicked, his eyes widened, silently staring at the beams filled with hay.

Anyway, my life was saved. ’

Wu Wenxu didn't know where he was now, and he didn't know what happened after the greedy purple crack sucked him in, in short, he was still alive, and since he was alive, no matter how difficult the problem was, there would always be a solution.

When liberating the Death of the Skull, I remember that the hungry ghoul said to himself that as a price, there will be at least a month in the future where he will not be able to perform magic, and Wu Wenxu tried to communicate with the two spirits that were sinking in his heart, but unfortunately there was no magic power as a hub, they were quiet and scary.

Was it saved? ’

Wu Wenxu began to look around, observing the environment in the house.

This house is not very big, the wooden bed placed in the corner of the wall seems to occupy a fifth of the room, the bedding on the bed is a little fragrant, very good, on the south side of the wooden bed is placed a simple dresser, a low round stool, refreshing and neat.

Wu Wenxu observed, and suddenly, he pricked up his ears and heard a slight shaking sound from the closed door, Wu Wenxu hurriedly closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

The sound of peaceful breathing.

The door opened quietly, and a pair of small feet poked in.

(End of chapter)