The golden flames burned wildly, and no real flames scorched the air, twisting it into all sorts of bizarre scenes. Xanalote didn't care about this, and the big witch had a dried fish in her mouth and fled frantically in front of her.

"Why do you blame me for this kind of thing! It's not my fault! ”

The figure under the golden flame kept silent, but stepped up its steps. Xanalot may be right, but what does it matter? On the ground paved with bluestone, the imposing female knight stepped out of clear shallow pits. And the tip of Shandi's spear was constantly beating, as if longing for someone's blood.

Arian Hurd's posture is clearly trying to kill someone!

Xanalot's hair stood on end in fright, and Arian Hurd's mood was somewhat understandable. The first time I made something for my sweetheart, I made someone faint, but even if it was, I couldn't just cut her to vent my anger.

If you want to cut it, you have to cut Jenny! It's not her Shana Lotte who taught her!

However, Arian Hurd, who was in a state of anger and needed to vent urgently, was obviously unable to reason, and his green eyes were full of regret and hatred for himself. In this case, Xanalot, who came up to her with a shy face to ask about her situation, obviously broke the last shred of her sanity.

One green and one gold, two figures chased quickly in the castle, but the body of the magician was not as good as the ≤∵ rider, although relying on the familiarity of the terrain, Xanalot temporarily distanced himself, but in this case, it was only a matter of time before he was caught by Arian Hurd, and then beaten up.

It can't go on like this!

Xanalott nibbled on dried fish. While thinking about the way out. Between the two chasing and fleeing, they have come to the outside of the castle. Arian Heard is equally familiar with the terrain. Now she's just dizzy, and when she comes to her senses, she's a cunning witch after all. After a few turns of the heterochromatic pupils, he had already thought of a way.

There was a corner in front of him, and Arian Hurd saw only a flash of green robes in front of him, and Xanalot had already turned into the corner. The female knight hurriedly followed, and there was only a deep forest in front of her, where was the shadow of Xanalot? At this moment, a few faint footsteps could be heard in the distant night. Arian Heard was stunned for a moment, Shanalot's speed shouldn't be so fast, but the female knight who was in dire need of venting couldn't manage so much. Quickly chased in the direction where the voice disappeared, and disappeared in an instant.

Soon after the female knight disappeared, with a crisp snap of her fingers, the air continued to twist, revealing the figure of Xanalot.

"The shadow body technique and the illusion technique are quite useful, I knew that I would choose the illusion department back then, what is not easy to choose, do you have to choose? This feeling is"

Although the number of Persian craftsmen hired by Andil was small, there were still dozens of them. Naturally, they could not be arranged to live in the castle. The craftsmen spontaneously set up a camp outside the castle to live in, and the camp was silent in the twilight.

But Xanalot still heard the familiar voice, not the one in her ears. It's a resonance from the soul. It's such a familiar voice, I didn't expect to hear such a voice after so many years.

Xanalot maintained her stealth and infiltrated the camp. The heterochromatic eyes looked at the empty camp with interest. The craftsmen who had worked hard all day were sleeping soundly in it. The witch gently stretched out her glove and nodded at the void. Invisible fluctuations slowly spread out. The whole world seems to have changed.

"It's the Immortal Enchantment I researched, and now there are priests who can perform this level of divine magic."

After piercing the barrier, the original twilight has completely faded. The eyes are full of fiery red. Endless fiery red came from the horizon and spread to the endless and distant sky. But the strange thing is that instead of giving people a dazzling feeling, this endless fiery red is like the sun, which makes people feel a warmth from the bottom of their hearts. Looking at this extremely familiar scene, the big witch felt a trance in her heart. After bypassing the outposts in several camps, Xanalot, holding her breath, walked into the tent step by step. She gently lifted the tent and saw dozens of people praying to a small emblem.

"O Mubed, please light the flame and let the curtain of darkness burn in the flames."

"The ancient religion is still alive and well, and it is not to be cold and blasphemous to the god of the sun."

"Born in the most distant past, the light of religious incense still flourishes."

"Read carefully the ancient scriptures, and the church of the sages will awaken people's eyes."

"The world is not full of friendship and joy, and the hair of the lover is still unkempt."

"Tulips are still suffering from frost and dew, don't go close to the abyss and go astray!"

"Oh, Mazda! May we be among the life-changers. Oh, Angola Manuel."

The middle-aged man with his head recites ancient poems and leads dozens of craftsmen to pay homage. They were so serious that they couldn't even spot Xanalot, hidden in a corner of the tent.

"What a familiar voice is Mazda. Yasna Song. There was a ripple in her heterochromatic eyes, and she thought that all of them had been reduced to ashes in that cruel battle. But what I didn't expect was that in this foreign country, I could still meet such devout believers, and I am afraid that only in such a place far away from home can you meet these true believers.

Persia had long been in a mess because of the problem of the satrap. And in this era, the hearts of these wandering wanderers are always full of misery, and only pious faith can become the pillar of their hearts, so that they will not fall. And I am afraid that it is precisely this piety that allows the priests who have lost the main god to still be able to perform such profound divine arts.

It's just that all of them have been turned into the dust of history in the catastrophe, and even if they persist any longer, what future can Zoroastrianism, which has long lost its main god, have?

"Someday. Day and night were full of light, and people worshipped. Pray for fragrant incense, and praise fire, sun, and rain in unison. That's when the inspiration shines. The scenery is unique, the four seasons are like spring, and a thriving one"

At the end of the prayer, ordinary people may not be able to see it, but in Xanalot's eyes, incomparably thin white silk threads are connecting from the bodies of the believers to the emblem placed in front of them.

The disc-shaped emblem depicts the image of an old man with a pair of wings underneath him. The old man's raised hand is stretched out in a blessed posture, pointing upwards to remind the believer to remember the noble things and the path to heaven; In the other hand holds a ring, the Ring of Promise, which reminds the faithful to always keep his promises.

There are three layers of wings on the wings, representing the three good paths of Zoroastrianism. That is, good thoughts, good words, and good deeds. The middle disc has no end to the ring, which symbolizes eternity; The two friezes that emerge from the disc symbolize the two choices or paths facing humanity: good or evil.

The so-called good and evil are all in the thoughts of believers.

Zoroastrianism was in some respects much more tolerant than Crucidianism, and at least Zoroastrianism had a dualism of good and evil that the fools of Crucialism could not have imagined. The stupid Crusaders would only give a qiē glory to that birdman. But he never thinks about the deep meaning. God may be able to lead mankind for a while, but it is they who can make humanity strong in the end.

She obeyed God's last wish, did not make a last resistance, and gave the opportunity to the birdman, but she may not be as important as her daughter's feather in the sum of all the people in this world.

Are you right or wrong?

"If you don't even have a holy fire, do you still deserve to be called a Zoroastrian?" The prayers are over, and the craftsmen are moving. While no one had noticed her yet, with the sound of the slightest enchantment shattering, Xanalot shook off her green robe and left the small camp.

"That's it. Anyway, she is also a saint, if she doesn't do something, she always feels sorry for the sacrifice of the crown, but even the holy flame has been extinguished. I'm right, Sun Force Sinloth that bastard"

Grunting. The witch walked farther and farther away: "Why do you always let me encounter this kind of, let's beat Helmint out of anger first." ”

"Bai Luo kills sperm."

Sinloth groaned. A small black hole appeared on the white fingertips. As soon as the black hole appeared in the world, it frantically and greedily devoured the things in the world, and the air in the room continued to pour into it, but the black hole was too small to be of any use except for lifting a few pieces of unpressed waste paper on the desk.

The system said that it was a low-level spell, and it was the first time it was cast, and the viscount didn't care about the tragic power of Bai Luo's sperm extermination. The Viscount silently maintained Bai Luo, stretched out his other hand, and cast another spell at the same time.

"Dead Realm."

The magic that Prescia taught him this time is completely different from the previous legendary spells, no matter how powerful the legendary spells are, they are all linked to the rules of the world, and every time he uses the legendary spells, he can more or less realize the truth of the world - relying on the cheating of the system, Xinlos completely reversed the real spell-casting process, and normal mages can only cast the corresponding magic after they have an understanding of the truth of the world, but Xinlos is completely the opposite.

But this time is different, these low-level spells do not mobilize many magic elements, and the power of these magic comes more from the magician himself. From the point of view of magic itself, spells that can't borrow too much from the power of the world are naturally inferior, but

There is only the right magic, and there is no strongest magic in the first place.

Sinlos pointed at the apple on the table and drank the spirit of the words, and as soon as the words fell, the viscount's whole body was covered with a strange tingle. Before he could savor the strange feeling, it felt like the whole world had turned gray. According to the memory taught by Prescia, this was originally the norm of this magic, and Cynlos didn't care, but continued to follow the memory and began to attack the apple on the table.

Under the will of Sinloth, the entire space seemed to turn into a wave, frantically attacking the apples on the table. The world is still the same world, and it is no different, but in the eyes of Xinluos, in addition to the world turning gray, there are some indescribable things that have also been completely changed. With the first blow, the wave of spatial transformation knocks the apple into the air. In the second blow, the spatial ripple that went around the back of the apple hit the apple again. Let it fly in the direction of Sinloth. In the third blow, the spatial ripple hits the apple. Perfectly unloaded with its momentum. Losing its forward momentum, the apple fell straight down.

Nice magic. If only it could be more powerful.

From the point of view of pure power, the magic of the Death Realm can be said to be weak. Although Sinloth didn't shoot with all his might, he couldn't even smash an apple with two consecutive blows, but on the other hand, the controllability of this magic was amazingly high, and even a first-time spell like him could control it perfectly.

Sinloth silently scored his newfound magic in his heart, but he didn't stop. Now that you've tried the first few spells, let's just try the rest of them. Thinking of this, Sinloth stared at the apple falling in front of him. Activated the spell model of the magic.

"Dream Resentment Wall."

The moisture in the air gathered wildly at an unbelievable rate, freezing the falling apples into a lump of ice. At the same time, an extremely harsh noise sounded in Sinloth's ears. According to memory, this should be the magic that summoned the malice of the world to attack Apple's soul.

But apples have no soul.

Naturally, how effective the malicious attack will be, Sinloth does not know. But just looking at this ability to freeze his hands, Sinloth felt that this was definitely quite a powerful spell - especially in the summer.

"The Rational Universe."

After being frozen into a lump of ice, apples fall faster. But low-level spells are worthy of low-level spells, although they can be instantaneous like those legendary spells that have been modified by the system demon, but low-level spells are undoubtedly smoother to use. between the electric light and flint. Sinloth has already activated the fourth spell.

Dots of beautiful star light emerge from the void, holding the apple lump of ice in mid-air. And this was not the end of the magic, the light of the stars followed some kind of trajectory that Sinloth could not comprehend. Running around the apple at a rapid pace. Although it was only a simple flight, in the eyes of Sinloth. But the trajectory was so wonderful and beautiful, faint. A vast and incomparable universe seemed to appear in the eyes of the viscount.

Before the viscount could take a second look at the magical vision, in a series of crunching sounds, the light of the stars streaked across the surface of the ice, knocking down countless ice chips. The light of the stars cheered and all gathered together to enclose the apple and turn it into a black dot.

With a snap, the black dots exploded. Although it did not reduce the entire apple to dust, it completely shattered the ice on the surface of the apple. Seeing this, Sinloth hurriedly activated the fifth magic.

"Blade of Light"

Sinloth slapped the sheets with his left hand, and the sunlight in the room turned into thin white lines under the influence of magic, cutting frantically towards the apples. After a series of muffled sounds, the apple fell from the sky seemingly unscathed, and was caught by the hands of Sinloth, who had been waiting for a long time.

It was a cold piece of ice, and Sinloth's fingertips moved slightly, and the apple, which seemed unscathed, instantly cracked into sixteen pieces.

"It's really good, it's much more practical than those legendary spells, at least, the Eternal Blazing Sun can't be used to cut apples."

Today's night is exceptionally gentle, and it's a good day to do research. But Nanoka sat down in front of the blackboard with her pen in hand, and her mind was in chaos. I sat like this for hours, but I didn't write anything.

The originally sharp mind is under the influence of an inexplicable emotion, but it seems to be distracted and unable to focus. The little girl tapped her little head with her staff in anguish, and finally gave up on continuing her research.

"I can't sleep anyway, let's go see my father."

Although both the doctor and Andean had confirmed, there was nothing wrong with Sinloth's body, and he just needed to recuperate. But Nanoka couldn't put her mind at ease.

This may be the crux of the matter.

The little girl with full mobility thought of the problem and immediately began to solve it. The girl took off her little leather boots, put on soft shoes for the room, and quietly touched her father's room.

The girl was afraid of waking up her father, so she was very careful in her actions. But when the daughter gently pushed the door open a crack and looked inside, the situation inside was different from what she had imagined. It seems that she is not the only one who can't sleep today, although she was told to rest, but in the middle of the night. Sinloth was still lying in bed eating apples.

"Nanoka, why don't you sleep so late and want to eat some apples together?"

Sinloth by candlelight. Two blades of light were made as bamboo skewers, and a piece of apple was forked. Stuffed into Nanorka's mouth. The usually lively little one seemed a little absent-minded, and it wasn't until Cynroth handed the apple to her lips that he came to his senses. The daughter looked at him blankly and let him do what he wanted.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but when Cinnoz stretched out his hand back, he felt his daughter's snort unexpectedly heavy. And Nanoka's originally green eyes also appeared a hint of red. It's just that in the dim candlelight, it's really not clear.

Maybe stay up late.

Watching Nanorka mechanically finish eating a small slice of apple, estimating that the time was not too early, Xinluo said to his daughter, "Nanorca." Go to bed early, I'm fine, just rest for the night. ”

It wasn't for nothing that Sinloth got up in the middle of the night to try his magic, and the rain and dew vessel in his heart continued to pour bits of colored light into his body. There is nothing wrong with the introduction of the system, and every bit of colored light can lift Xinluos's spirits. With this artifact, Xinluo is naturally extremely spiritual and faint, and there seems to be a kind of flame burning silently in his body.

Can't sleep, bastard!

"That." Nanoka, who has always been obedient, did not leave obediently as before. The little girl put her hands behind her back, her face was flushed, and she looked extremely shy: "Dad, I want to sleep with you at night." May I? ”

Today Nanoka is a little strange, and in the absence of her mother, the daughter sleeps with her father. Something is not so good after all. But considering that Nanoka is only eight years old, it doesn't really matter.

Just look at Nanoka. This little girl in the province went back to stay up late to do research.

"Well, good night then. Nanorka. ”

Although the Rain and Dew Vessel can continuously provide energy to Xinluo without any side effects, it will not affect Xinluos's sleep. So soon, after a few attempts, Cynroth fell asleep. But for the little guy next to him, this is not the case.

Nanoka lay on Sinloth's side, tossing and turning and unable to sleep. I don't know when it started, the little guy's face was like a fire, and it was amazingly hot. The little guy touched his face in distress and cast several magic spells in a row, but to no avail. The little heart was beating wildly in the chest, as if it would jump out of the chest in the next moment. An inexplicable heat flowed from the girl's lower abdomen to her whole body.

And the culprit who caused this qiē was none other than Xinluos, who was sleeping soundly next to her.

"It's delicious" The moonlight shines through the window and reflects on my father's body. Looking at her father's peaceful sleeping face, Nanoka couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva. Ever since Sinloth woke up, there has always been a strange sweetness about him, which may be inaudible to ordinary people. But for an alchemist like Nanorka, the taste is incomparably obvious. Nanorka didn't notice at first, and it wasn't until Cynroth fed her the apple that the lingering sweetness of her fingertips made her realize the culprit.

Nanoka sweated slightly on her forehead, like a puppy, Nanoka rubbed against Cinnos's side, sniffing his body. That's right, it's the smell. It made her feel like a fire, and she didn't feel sleepy at all.

Sinloth doesn't have a habit of cleanliness, but he doesn't take a few baths in his life like the country lords in the empire. In this world without shower gel, Xinluos, as a pure master, should have no taste, but

It's sweet and soft, like the pudding that my grandfather used to give him. If you put it in your mouth, it will melt away little by little. And the touching sweetness of the pudding will slowly seep into the body and reach the heart.

The girl's heart was in turmoil, she didn't know what was wrong with her, she turned it over and over many times, and even summoned some Xiaoice cubes to put on her forehead. But smelling the sweetness coming from her father's body, the flame in her body not only did not go out, but burned more vigorously. Nanorka's lips were thirsty, but her body was covered in sweat. By the moonlight, Nanorka stared into Cynroth's hands, and a crazy thought burned like wildfire.

"It shouldn't matter if Daddy is asleep."

Nanoka nudged Cynloth a few times, but Cynloth, who was sinking into sleep, did not react at all at the moment. The little guy got up boldly, gently moved his little head to his father's hand, stretched out his little tongue and licked it slightly.

"Whew!"

Just like when I ate gem meat for the first time, it was just a small bite, but the cells in my body screamed wildly, and my spirit was extremely excited, and the pores on my body all opened up in an instant. Nanoka hurriedly covered her little head to prevent herself from fainting.

"What's going on with Daddy's body"

The fragrant sweet fragrance lingered on the tip of Nanorka's tongue, and after a burst of joy in her body, although the flames in her body were suppressed for the time being, after a while, they burned more violently. Qingming's head also began to become groggy, and his reason began to slowly recede.

Wisps of blood crept up Nanorka's clear eyes, and the little one's chest continued to rise and fall, and his snort burned like fire. She nudged her father again, and found that he was still the same as before, and had no intention of waking up at all.

Under some irrepressible impulse, Nanorka sat on top of Sinloth. The little girl's body was so light that Sinloth didn't even react. The blood in the girl's eyes was even worse, and she took Sinloth's hand in both hands and pressed her against her smooth face.

The sweetness on her face made Nanoka almost unable to help herself, Nanoka was sweating like rain, but she didn't have the slightest boredom of sweat, but it was as happy as a good vent.

But that's not enough. The little one felt his mouth thirsty, as if he was desperate for something. The moonlight slowly shifted and fell on Sinloth's face.

"Yes, that's it"

The flames in her body were scorching wildly, and the girl's clear eyes had turned blood-red. She pressed Sinloth's hands and slowly leaned down.

"......Mmmm

ps: Don't complain about the prayers of believers, it's a pity that Avista's original translation is like this, and I can't change the translation of other masters for the time being at my level

Write a naval battle of wool, how can a naval battle be nice to push your daughter!