After the evolution of the world, the girl Linglong became a witch.

Then, Linglong, a witch with wisdom and strength, occupied a huge voice in the tribe. Under her guidance, the Savage Tribe began to grow rapidly.

The years turn, and the years pass.

At the heart of the barbarian tribe, an unquenchable fire burned in the firepit, and all kinds of burning pale ashes covered the bottom of the firepit.

The witch Linglong knelt in front of the fire, silently divination, and reverently communicated with the heavens in order to seek good fortune ahead. Her sacrificial movements were extremely skillful, as if they had been performed thousands of times, and everything was engraved in her bones.

Cang sat on the side, watching this scene stupidly, as if he had seen a long time ago, that woman was also communicating with heaven and earth, exercising the duties of witch.

It's a pity that time has passed, and that person has long since dissipated into the time and space of his death. This similar person is in front of you, but it is not that person after all.

After getting along for a long time, Cang has long understood that the girl in front of him is not the person he remembered after all.

But that's okay, the ritual has already reached this point, and it won't be long before it ends. At that time, the person in memory can return.

"Big murderer!" , The results of the divination came out, and the witch Linglong frowned.

"Can't change it? Ahem. Cang asked softly. His face was a little pale and smelled of weakness.

The shrine maiden Linglong shook her head gently, "I have divined many times, and the results have always remained the same. ”

"Doom!"

Cang smiled indifferently, and pretended to be relaxed and said, "It's okay, I'll accompany you." ”

The shrine maiden looked at him in a daze, and said with some concern, "Your health is not good, and you won't be able to hold on like this." ”

"It's okay, I don't care."

The witch Linglong was stunned when she heard this, and she wanted to stop talking, but in the end she didn't say anything.

……

Since the advent of witchcraft in this world, there have been people from countless barbarian tribes who have gradually mastered this extraordinary power and have all embarked on the path of witchcraft.

With the support of witches, the development of barbarian civilization has become even faster. Coupled with the strange nature of this world, the world is almost the same every day. So, in just a few years, outside of the tribe where the witch Linglong belonged, many various tribes appeared in the wilderness.

As soon as there are many people, trouble comes.

Unlike Linglong's tribe, which is in a corner of the world, the other tribes live together in a small space, and they start fighting for limited resources.

The exact course of the battle is unknown, but the final result of the battle is the confrontation between the forces of the two tribal alliances formed in the wilderness. One is the northern tribal alliance headed by the tribe 'Hong', and the other is the southern tribal alliance headed by the tribe 'Rong'.

In the end, the tribal alliance of 'Hong' and the tribal alliance of 'Rong' fought in the Great Plains under Tianzhu Mountain.

The Great War is coming.

In the distant wilderness tribe, the witch Linglong and Cang sat in front of the fire pit, reflecting the battle scene with the fire extinguishing the fire, silently watching this decisive battle.

"Alas, this catastrophe is inevitable after all." , the witch sighed.

Her origin is very special, and with the gradual evolution of the world, she unconsciously shows all kinds of extraordinary. As a result, she sometimes sees very clearly and knows a lot of things.

The resentment accumulated in this world has reached a certain level, and the world itself has reached its own limit. Therefore, there must be this great war to vent the calamity and break the limits of the world, so as to usher in a broader future for the world.

Although the cost of this catastrophe may be too much for her to bear, for some unspeakable reason, she willingly surrenders the right to choose, silently waiting for the outcome to come.

As for Cang? He doesn't care about that, as long as he can achieve his goal in the end.

Through the mapping of the non-extinguishing species, we can clearly see the war between the 'Hong' and the 'Molten' tribes. The warriors of the two tribal alliances, armed with rudimentary weapons, fought desperately in this small space. The wizards on both sides also use their own supernatural sorcery, either blessing their own warriors, or using sorcery to weaken the status of enemy warriors. There are even wizards who use mass destruction sorcery to directly kill and injure enemy fighters. Of course, in this case, there will also be the opponent's wizard to the rescue or direct attack.

However, it seems that the 'molten' tribe has mastered the rudimentary smelting techniques and equipped the warriors with rudimentary metal weapons. Therefore, the battle situation gradually tilted towards the 'molten' tribe.

In the end, the more advanced side of civilization won with difficulty. And what is given to the losers is a complete slaughter.

The last wizard of 'Hong' sat in the sea of blood on the mountain of corpses, and the old tears were all over the place.

"We lost, but it won't be the end! Our resentment, our hatred, will never be subsided until it has been compensated with enough blood! ”

With a final roar of rage, full of resentment, he unleashed a forbidden sorcery.

On the battlefield, countless warrior souls of the 'Hong' tribe who were unwilling to be pacified gathered on the sorcerer one after another. Endless resentment was stirred up, and frantically swept into the wizard's body. Then, the wizard turned into a huge black dragon and slammed headlong towards the Tianzhu Mountain that supported heaven and earth.

Then, the sky fell......

The relentless sea beneath the Necronomisis was once again connected to this space between the void and the real, and a large amount of seawater poured in, turning into an endless torrential rain.

The whole world, a country.

The shrine maiden's body trembled and she closed her eyes in despair.

"It's finally here."

After a long time, she slowly opened her eyes and slowly straightened up and stood up.

She turned around, looked at Cang, and asked softly, "I want to ...... Mend the day, you ...... Can you help me? ”

Cang smiled and stood up.

"Let's get started, I've been waiting for a long time."

The immortal origin is extracted in large quantities and transformed into pieces of colorful and crystal clear crystals. This is the multicolored stone, the raw material for mending the sky.

With the extraction of the source, Cang's body trembled in pain. But he didn't say a word, and silently endured everything.

The witch Linglong watched this scene, and couldn't bear to turn her head away, no longer looking at the sky.

She knows a lot and knows a lot. It's just that, after all, he chose to silently follow the established fate.

All she could do was to end the pain sooner rather than later.

Mysterious witch spells are chanted repeatedly, and huge spiritual power is converging. Biting through the fingertips, guided by the hot blood, the unquenchable fire is outlined into a mysterious array.

The witch Linglong looked at this array diagram with a sour heart. She knew the name of this array—the Eight Desolation Fire Dragon Array.

The multicolored mountains that had been piled up into small mountains were constantly pushed into the Eight Desolations Fire Dragon Array, and in this blazing fire, they were refined into a crystal liquid of multicolored streamers. Then, these multicolored liquids flew through the space and into the broken sky, turning into multicolored clouds, gradually covering the hole in the sky.

I don't know how long it took, the witch Linglong who presided over the Eight Desolations Fire Dragon Array was already tired and sweating profusely, so she could only grit her teeth and try her best to persevere. As for Cang, he was already paralyzed on the ground. Finally, the big hole in the sky was slowly filled by colorful clouds.

The witch Linglong smiled with relief, and then looked at Cang with a painful heart, and was about to help him up.

Suddenly, there was a tremor between heaven and earth.

The witch Linglong suddenly froze somewhere, not moving.

On her forehead, an inky spell mark reappeared, slowly emitting a bright golden light.