"I mean, what is that?"

Following Archmage Elwyn's fingers, Shiloh turned, and then saw something that shocked him. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It was a huge block of ice.

Unlike the hail summoned by the roar of ice before Karaksi, this piece of ice had a regular shape, a precisely divided hexagonal prism that seemed to freeze His Highness, but the surface was covered with a faint layer of hoarfrost, making it difficult to see the details inside.

Shiloh's first reaction was to think of the drop of the Tide Lord Calaxy, after defeating Calaxy in the game, there will be a similar ice chest to hold the equipment dropped by the boss, but Shiloh knew that the probability of such a chest in this world was close to zero anyway, so he slowly approached the ice cube and tried to find out.

Plop -

Just as Shiloh approached, he felt an inexplicable throbbing, this throbbing came from his heart, like some kind of secret connection, Shiloh involuntarily walked forward, he stretched out his hand, the cold air passed through the ice to his palm, but it did not make him feel cold.

On the contrary, Shiloh felt a warm current rushing into his body through the ice, and he felt a familiar aura, an indescribable feeling, as if he hadn't seen him for years, as if he hadn't known each other for years.

He gently wiped the surface of the icicle, the hoarfrost melted by the temperature of his palm, and in the sunshine of the swamp, the contents of the icicle revealed its true face.

It was a young man.

Gray hair, a delicate countenance, eyes closed, a tattered robe, and blood on his chest, all frozen in icicles, as if time had stood still.

Although Shiloh had never seen the young man before, an almost intuitive thought came to his mind, and he opened his mouth and whispered the young man's name.

"Vilon."

For a moment, Shiloh felt the world leave him.

It was a familiar feeling, Shiloh only felt that the world was spinning, and when he came back to his senses, he found himself in a sea of stars.

"Again?"

Shiloh naturally knew where this was, and when he first obtained the inheritance, Shiloh came to this sea of stars, met a girl named Tia, was entrusted with the inheritance, and explained some inexplicable words, and finally returned ......

Thinking of this, Shiloh couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, he turned his face, thinking that this time he didn't want to be played with by the other party in the palm of his hand, and found that a person appeared in front of him.

That person wasn't Tia.

Gray-haired, red-eyed, the boy looked no more than a teenager, his thin body was dressed in loose tattered robes, and in his hand, on top of a spiral-shaped staff, a pale blue gem was hovering over it, and Shiloh recognized that it was Osiris. The Guardian's Staff of Oath.

"Are you...... Vinylon? ”

Shiloh spoke with some uncertainty, because in various epic descriptions, the most faithful servant of the Black Mad Lord, the dark mage Velon, is a gloomy and twisted maniac, he is fond of human experiments, and most likes to associate with all kinds of demons from the Endless Void, and it is even rumored that Veron has long sacrificed his soul to the people of Dusk and became a member of the devil.

Although Shiloh knew that history was written by the victors, he was truly surprised by the stark contrast between the boy in front of him and the legend.

I understand the reason, but what is the trouble of this young boy in front of me?

"That's right, I'm Wei Lun, what's the matter with your expression, since you know me, why are you so surprised?"

Young man, Wei Lun smiled and asked in a brisk tone, he didn't seem to know what he was like when he was written by history.

"No...... I just think, aren't you a little too young? ”

Shiloh has always thought that even if Veron is not that kind of dark and twisted monster, he should be an old man, after all, he once had the strength of the legendary level, and his title "Law Weaver" represents one of the ultimate pursuits of the mage profession, if he really told Shiloh that this legendary mage is only in his teens and twenties, then he will definitely feel sincere despair about the gap between people.

"Once you know the law, time is just an element."

Velen explained with a smile on his face.

"I once went to the Elemental Realm, and I watched the world's greatest storm brew in the Hill of Breath, which lasted for thousands of years, and once had the power to sweep everything, but eventually fell silent again, and these times, placed on the main material plane, are only a mortal blink of an eye."

Veron's words silenced Shiloh.

In his cognition, time is almost a constant scale, and in the elemental realm and the main material plane, time should be synchronized, but from Vilon's words, it seems that the time flow speed of the elemental realm is much faster than that of the main matter plane.

He didn't think that Velond could really manipulate time, otherwise he would not have been killed by the coalition forces, but Veron's words somewhat gave Shiloh some idea of the composition of this world.

"So, why am I here?"

Shiloh knew that time flowed much faster in this world, but he didn't want to waste it either, so he decided to go it alone.

"You should know why."

Veron blinked, staring at the cross-shaped pendant on Shiloh's chest.

"But it's not ......"

Shiloh just wanted to say that this was the inheritance of the ancient sages, the crystallization of the power of order against the people of dusk, but after thinking about it, it seemed that he had discovered something deeper.

"Isn't that already known?"

Velon, who seemed to be quite pleased with Shiloh's comprehension, set his staff aside, fingers groping his chin.

"What are you kidding, are you one of the Sages of the Divine Generation, the vanguard of the struggle against the People of Dusk?"

Shiloh was a little hard to believe, if Veron was really a sage, then, a thousand years ago, in order to resist the rule of the Black Mad Lord, wouldn't the great hero of the world be killed?

In other words, is it all a conspiracy?

"Sage, People of Dusk...... It's been a long time since I've heard a word, but I didn't expect anyone to remember these people now, and I thought everyone had forgotten about it as a ghost story that scared children. ”

Veron said, and there seemed to be some loneliness between his words.

Shiloh didn't answer, he didn't know whether to tell Velen or not, the current continent of Atlas, people have long forgotten the great war, forgotten the people of dusk, people are immersed in infighting, all they think about is how to kill their own kind, the oath of the ancient sages has long been forgotten, and the shining banner has long been dusted and faded.

This is an era when glory is not there and the soul of heroes does not exist.

"That's right, my name is Velon. Eislive, one of the Seven Relics, in other words, the Sage in your mouth. ”

In a flat tone, Veron continued. (To be continued.) )