In the corner of the Eastern Continent, the stained glass city has become a battlefield, the city has become a ruin, and the broken rock and remnants can be seen everywhere.

The Metal Smelting Society's army is stationed in the north, in a fortress converted from a mountain range.

Their opponent is the war hyena of the Eastern Continent - the Eastern Continent Alliance, and as long as there is a war, there is the existence of the Eastern Route Alliance.

The two sides fought fiercely for many days, and the metal smelter with a favorable location had a slight upper hand, but the continuous support of the Eastern Route Alliance gradually grasped the initiative in the war.

Outside the battlefield, on the top floor of a high, moss-covered dilapidated tower, the rickety old man stared at the dome in silence, and the starlight shone down the skylight on his face. The old man's face was covered with deep frowns, his face was shrouded in a gray death, and his eyes were cloudy.

With a creak, the wooden door was pushed open with a tooth-souring sound, and a tall strong man walked in. He looked like he had just returned from the battlefield, his face covered in mud and his beard twisted.

As soon as he saw the old man, the strong man immediately let out a hearty laugh and shouted loudly: "Kewen, I'm fucking coming to see you!" Don't be surprised, give the uncle a smile! ”

The obscure mental fluctuations came into his mind, and the strong man scratched his head and smiled apologetically: "Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot that you can't blow the wind, I'll close the door... Alas, I said Kewen, you guy, you are really enough waste. Two years younger than me, I'm not old yet, you've become this frustration, but fortunately I got the opportunity to come to this place where birds don't. ”

His tone slowly deepened, and he sighed softly, "Otherwise, I guess I won't see you again... My brother. ”

The big man showed a gloomy expression on his face, and after speaking, he sat on the floor, and there was a crackling sound on the ground, and he was overwhelmed and sat out of the pit.

The room fell into darkness, and after a long time, the old man struggled to pull the muscles on his face and open his mouth, and said with difficulty: "Guy Ritchie..."

Guy Ritchie waved his hand and persuaded: "If you can't say anything, don't say it, you can understand it with your mental projection." ”

The old man, who refused to admit defeat, reluctantly sat up straight, coughed violently, and said, "Ahem... Cough! I'm not weak enough to be this far, you come... Ahem, ahem... What are you looking for me?"

"Reminisce about the past, look at your frustrations. In addition, my fucking hands are itchy and squatting in the meteorite will be almost rusty, come and move my body. And you also know what the headquarters is like now, the conservatives and the radicals are constantly arguing, quarreling and beating each other every day, and the headquarters is in a miasma..."

As soon as he mentioned the headquarters, Guy Ritchie couldn't help but say a lot of grumbling, the Saint Sect was about to come in, and this group of people was really fed up with the infighting.

After a while, Gallic calmed down, glanced up at his old friend, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Look at you, time is running out, right?" ”

The old man knew his body, so he didn't say much, and he didn't care.

Seeing his reaction, Guy Ritchie was very unworthy of him, and persuaded him: "I really don't understand why you don't enjoy the happiness at the headquarters, but you want to come to this ghost place where birds don't, and with the resources of the Meteorite Society, you won't become this ghost, maybe you can live a few more years." ”

The old man shook his head and replied softly, "I'm different from you... This is my destiny and responsibility. ”

Guy Ritchie had also heard a little about the responsibilities that his old friend said. Ke Wen is the prophet of the Meteorite Society, and relying on his ability, the Meteorite Society has been able to survive from the encirclement and suppression of the Saint Sect. Every generation of prophets has an innate mission to find a successor before the end of their lives...

But Guy Ritchie still didn't understand and sighed: "Cowen is enough!" What are you trying to do, is it necessary to work so hard? Have you forgotten how that group of people did to you? You are nothing but a tool for their struggle for power, you are not as great as you think, stop! Listen to me, come back with me... Not necessarily! While there's still time, come back with me, change bodies or turn semi-mechanized. ”

"I don't want to lose my abilities."

Due to the imperfection of technology, changing bodies or being semi-mechanical, the abilities of the abler will have some adverse effects. For the prophets, the cost is even greater, and the surgery will cause them to lose all their abilities.

The old man stretched out his hand, pointed to the skylight, and said in a deep voice: "The brightest one is called Liuhuan Star, and the other four are called Ten Wings, Maoshui, Gou Yong, and Stacked Stones... When the five stars line up, the world will change like never before... The black fog will dissipate and humanity will find a new future. ”

Guy Ritchie couldn't help but sneer when he heard this, and said disdainfully, "It's just a long time ago, a lie made up by the Resistance Army, used to deceive the hot-blooded fools, so that they could be sent to death..."

The old man smiled and told a secret: "Do you really think it's a lie?" Guy Ritchie will tell you the truth, it was a prophecy from the prophet Menrik. ”

"The prophecy of the prophet Menrik!?" Guy Ritchie was shocked that the prophet Menrik was the first prophet of the Resistance, and all the prophecies he left behind had been confirmed. He really didn't expect that this seemingly ridiculous rumor would actually come from Menrik's mouth.

The old man was not surprised by his friend's reaction, and when he learned from his teacher, he had the same expression, and he said, "Yes, a prophecy passed down from generation to generation... It's just a pity that I can't wait for that day, I'm dying... But the flame of hope cannot be extinguished in my hands, I must stay here and wait for my heir, but unfortunately fate seems to be fooling me..."

The two had known each other for many years, and Guy Ritchie immediately understood his subtext, and suddenly had an uneasy conjecture, exclaiming, "Can't even you predict the location of the heir?" ”

The old man let out a long sigh and explained: "An unknown force interferes with the future, and even I don't know if she is there, will she come, alive or dead?"

"That's the problem! Then Kewen, you can't die now! Come back with me..."

Guy Ritchie was flustered, the Prophet is an important existence of the Meteorite Society, if there is no Prophet, the Meteorite will not be able to resist the Saint Sect at all! He didn't dare to think about what bad things would happen in the future... Curvin can't die! We must find a way to help him live longer!

The old man shook his head and said in a deep voice: "It's too late, my life is too late, rather than die on the road doing nothing, I would rather wait for the goddess of fate to uncover the mystery." ”

Guy Ritchie walked over and placed a large hand on Curvin's shoulder, activating his ability to "transfer life force". This is his stunt, and after years of training, he can not only absorb the life force of others, but also transfer his own life force to others.

However, there seems to be a black hole in Cowen's body, and as soon as Guy Ritchie's vitality enters, it is like a mud cow entering the sea, and it disappears in the blink of an eye...

"Why? No way! Guy Ritchie gritted his teeth and increased the output.

Ke Wen patted his friend's hand and said, "It's useless, this is the price of the prophet, don't do useless work." ”

No matter how much Guy Ritchie tried, it was still the same result, and he roared unwillingly: "Damn! ”

Ke Wen smiled and said freely: "There's no need to despair so soon, I may not lose this gamble, sit down and wait with me." ”

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