The crystal ball seemed to float in the darkness, and the light that circulated reflected half of the woman's thin face—the cheeks were deeply sunken, the face was pale like a ghost, the woman pursed her lips, the frighteningly thin lips seemed to have been cut in the dry skin with a knife, the shadow of the embroidered hood covered the sockets, and the sunken eyes shimmered like felines in the darkness.

She was expressionless, and soon another face appeared in the darkness opposite her, it was also a woman's face, but the flesh was the face of a plump woman, who slowly came out of the darkness, with honey on her face, squinted her eyes, and smiled in greeting:

"Long time no see, Kurul."

Only a shiny crystal ball was left between the two of them, emitting a strange brilliance, and the light escaped in all directions, gradually melting into the darkness.

The silence only lasted for a moment, probably guessing that the other party would not answer her, An Wei smiled slightly: "You know, I am waiting for your answer, secrets cannot always be hidden in the forest, and the moon of magic will always rise one day." ”

"What answer, Anvi," Kurul looked up, his empty eyes seemed to be two whirlpools - the Pupil of Insight, the witches of their clan can see through the vortex and traps in time when divination, and clarify the riddles of the future and the past, but only as the inheritor of the Moon of the Sword, can they truly clear the fog of the eyes, legend has it that these eyes are taken from the giant snake Kukulor, with the ability to see into the future. The witch's voice seemed to come from the abyss of hell, and it was chilling: "-You already know the answer to this question. ”

The plump woman frowned: "Why are you obsessed, this is not your character, you know that mortal loyalty is not binding on us, and our witch clan is loyal to the true master, the dark dragon." It was Odin, the lord of the Minr, the leader of the legion. Now that the moon has returned to the land, she is back, the lion, the caveman. Harpys, mountain people, werewolves, and even the Miner people worship her as their lord, you know, the shadow of the dragon who knows a qiē has descended on this land, she is the one destined for the past, present, and future, the witch king has prophesied this, why don't you turn back. With me. ”

Kurul didn't say a word, but after a while, Anvi noticed that she was sneering.

"What are you laughing at?"

There was still a dead silence in the darkness.

Anvi's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, she and Kurul have known each other for many years, and they know each other's temperament very well, the witch of the Moon of the Sword inherits the power of the sixth daughter of Isis, the beautiful Tadisha, the beautiful Tadisha holds the realm of peace and communication, so the witch of the cup moon is also called the witch of darkness. They are blind walkers in the dark, with the power to communicate the mysterious and the spiritual. They took inspiration from those whispers and made sharp foresight, so the more the woman in front of them didn't say a word, the more restless Anvy became.

"Babasha lied to us, Kurul, that young man is not the Dark Dragon."

"You know what. I've heard some rumors......"

"In the midst of the great glaciers, some ancient ghosts are coming back to life, and none of them point to that prophecy—"

"I have received a revelation from the Seven Extremes Dragon King, who was once the Dark Dragon's most powerful ally."

"Kurul, why don't you speak. Answer me. ”

Witches rarely quarrel with each other, and their sworn enemies often use more evil and cruel means against their opponents, like the witch's motto - kill with guò and kill with the end. The magic of darkness has long eaten away at their hearts, and they are cold, ruthless, and indifferent to life, but often do not need to quarrel pointlessly. But today is obviously an exception, even the dark space seems to be aware of the-for-tat between the two witches, and the soft light emitted by the crystal ball does not know when it begins to become sharp.

Kurul's face grew paler in the blinding white light, and her lips moved:

"Let's go, Anwei, fate is sealed."

"You choose to stay?" Anwei gasped: "I thought you were just waiting for the right moment. ”

She wanted to say more, but her voice had become distorted, and the crystal ball suspended in mid-air seemed to suddenly extract time and space from all around, and even the flowing light bent to form a vortex that sucked the darkness into it in all directions. An Wei showed a look of shock and anger, her face was extremely distorted in such a strange situation, and she let out a scream that changed her tone: "This is a dream!?" How dare you peep into my dreams, Kurul, how dare you-"

The sound stopped abruptly, and when the light of the crystal ball was distorted to the extreme, the entire pitch-black space shattered, and Anvi exploded like glass, and then dissipated into the darkness.

I don't know how long it took for the thin woman to open her eyes again, and her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

She was in a small tent, with Babasha and the sugar pot next to her.

"What do you see?" Holding her seemingly inexhaustible candy jar, the sugar pot asked, looking curiously at the mysterious woman.

"A dream about the future." Kurul replied with a blank face.

"You saw Anvi, giggles, that fat woman must be so angry," Sugarpot laughed, "but I'm a little curious, Kurul, you are the eye of insight, what exactly did you see, why did you choose to side with us." ”

"That's naturally because adults are the real dragons of darkness." Babasha on the side looked with reverence: "Lord Kurul is the most outstanding prophet of the witch clan, and even she is on the side of the adult, which means that fate has made a choice." ”

"Not necessarily, Babasha," Sugar Pot said with a smile, not minding his subordinates at all that disagreeing with him, "I have heard that the most prominent prophet of the witch clan is the witch from the Moon of Qin and the Moon of Heresy, the witch of the Moon of Qin holds the power of Misa, the third daughter of Isis, and the power of prophecy and charm, and the witch of fate is the darling of fate herself. The witches of the Moon of Heresy are believers in Timis, and they possess true insight in their power compared to the Dark Witch who holds the power of communication. I am afraid that there will be even more progress in prophecy. Now the witch of the moon has not yet appeared, but the witch of Themis, Roya, has already stood on the side of the silver queen, so it can be seen that it is difficult to say whether our lord is a dark dragon or not. At least I don't think he's much like a dark dragon. He's a bit funnier though, and I prefer him and don't be with the old woman. ”

As a witch in the side line, Babasha naturally doesn't know the inheritance of witches as clearly as the sugar pot, and when she heard that the inheritors of her own line said so, she was a little worried for a while. It was she who had discovered Brando's potential and introduced the young man to Sugarpot and Kurul, but if Brando wasn't the Dark Dragon, wouldn't she have made a big mistake?

As for the disrespectful words in the mouth of the sugar jar towards the dark dragon. The old witch pretended not to hear.

And Kurul on the side didn't seem to hear the conversation of the old and young witches, just sat there silently, like a piece of rotten wood, and the sugar pot noticed her attitude, and was a little dissatisfied: "Kurul, you haven't answered my words yet." ”

Kurul glanced at the little girl and was silent for a moment before answering the question, "Ann Wei is the maid of the Witch King. ”

"I've known this for a long time." Sugar Jar looked disapplieving: "What kind of answer is this?" ”

Kurul paused for a moment: "She's in Eruin. ”

Although she didn't say who 'she' was, Sugar Pot seemed to understand. Bounced like a cat with its tail stepped on: "What!? ”

"I met her a few years ago, and she brought a little girl with her, and that little girl had a name, and it was called Sophia." She paused: "It's not a changed name, it's a real name." ”

"Thirteenth!" The sugar pot gasped.

……

‘XVI:THETOWER――

The lost moon robs the light

……

A buzzing sound echoed through the hall, and the crowd was clearly divided into two sides. The two sides faced off in the hall, apparently not for a while, and on both sides of the confrontation, one side was well-dressed, and it was the Cruz nobles who had been exiled from the south. The other side, dressed in sky-blue robes and wearing the standard armor of the White Lion Legion, was none other than the Eruins who had come with the fleet—the Eruin soldiers, to be exact.

Although the nobles enjoyed the advantage of status, the cold and glittering weapons in the hands of the young soldiers on the Eruin side were not inferior in the face of such an advantage, which was enough to make these people honestly stop, and dare only to look at each other angrily or curse in a low voice.

"Let your lords come out!"

"This is the territory of the Cruz, not a place where you Eruin can go wild!"

"How long is he going to deceive us!"

"This is the war of the Cruz, and you are not welcome here!"

The cacophony of voices rose and fell, and it looked like the scene that was often seen in the councils of the Cruz or Eruin nobles. Perhaps in normal times, the nobles with a little status would disdain to roll up their sleeves and do such a thing personally, but now it is different from the past, and their subordinates are either arrested by Brando, or they are forcibly incorporated into the 'local garrison' controlled by the Eruin, and if they do not kill themselves, I am afraid that there will be no one to help them.

But in the crowd, there are still a few people with transcendent status, to be exact, five people, five representatives elected by the nobles to negotiate with Brando, they are the Earl of Orcons, the Earl of Jean, Sir Firth, Baron Tirien and the knight of Rogers, of course, the knight of the inner court Rogers is just selected to make up the number, and several of their knights of the inner court are closer to Brando's party on weekdays, so the nobles hope that they can play a more role at this time, At least a few words of justice on behalf of the Cruz nobles in front of these damned Eruins.

However, compared with the excited nobles, these five people seemed more calm, and Count Orcons and his colleagues glanced at each other, looking at the scene in front of them, and the expressions on their faces were not very optimistic. They knew the young lord's temper better than the nobles who had hardly been with Brando, and although it seemed as if they didn't care about anything and were better at talking, they knew that the man's personality was probably much tougher than everyone had imagined.

Besides, they should have been dispersed by these guards a long time ago—now they are in this port, although they are still nominally managers, but almost all the troops in the entire port are under the control of the Eruins, and in fact, to put it mildly, they are just a bunch of puppets, and they have no say at all. But today, the other party ignored it, as if letting them get the matter.

Whether it was Count Alcons or a few others, they all faintly smelled the smell of conspiracy.

However, at this moment, they were already difficult to ride a tiger, except for the knight Rogers who was forcibly pulled in and could watch coldly, several other people had faint sweat on their foreheads, although the other people next to them were enthusiastic, but the four representatives of the nobles in the middle had been tense and stared at the door on the second floor of the hall. They knew that if Brando was going to deliver something, it would be hard for someone to come out of there soon.

Sure enough.

I only heard the crisp sound of 'click', and the door was pushed open.

The sound of the door opening seemed to be a signal, and the entire hall fell silent at once, and everyone subconsciously raised their heads, and countless eyes focused on the door.

…… (To be continued......)