Neverwinter.

Council of Mages.

"The Cult of the Evil God has reached out to Neverwinter, and my Mage Tower has found two Cult God Believers, both of whom are ordinary people without mage talents, and the Cult of the Evil God has promised to make them mages......"

It was His Highness the Wrath of the Storm who spoke.

"The Cult of the Evil God must not be allowed to reach into Neverwinter!"

"I propose to contact the Golden City and join forces with them to exterminate the nearby cult of evil gods. ”

......

The six white-robed mages held a meeting on the issue of the Church of the Evil God, and His Highness Dilla suddenly stopped speaking and left his seat.

"I'm very sorry, I have some practical work that needs to be dealt with urgently, Your Highness Bostene, I need your help!"

The two walked out of the conference room and casually laid down a soundproof barrier.

"Bosten, the magical imprint I left on Victoria has been destroyed, I hope you can divinate where she is......"

Bostan's white beard fluttered, his head bowed slightly, and a crystal ball condensed out of thin air in front of him.

He put his hands on the crystal ball, chanted a word, and after a while, opened his eyes and said in a deep voice: "She is dead, please mourn!"

"What!" His Highness Dilla was furious, and a burst of fire rose from her body, curling Bosten's eyebrows and beard.

"Who did it!" she squeezed a few words from between her teeth.

"It's a dragon. ”

"Dragons, aren't they extinct? Are you divining wrong?" said Deira.

"There can be no mistake, the divination shows that she died in the dragon's mouth. ”

"Bosteng is right, there is a dragon. ”

A red-robed man appeared, young in appearance, but with a measured demeanor and very calm.

"I've seen the city lord!"

The two white-robed mages hurriedly saluted.

"There is a dragon on the mountain of Bordando, it has been sleeping for more than a thousand years, and it woke up the other day, I heard the news of it, and I went to check it. ”

The city lord said.

"Bordando Hill ...... I'm going to ......."

"No, the dragon has the strength of a red-robed mage as soon as it becomes an adult, and it has been sleeping for more than a thousand years, even if it can't reach the level of a holy mage, I'm afraid it has the strength of a legendary rank!"

Bostenin hurriedly stopped, you must know that the city lord of Neverwinter City is a red-robed mage, and after the cataclysm, legendary mages are rare in the world.

"I'm going to bring her soul back at the very least...... She's only in her twenties......"

Dilla said unwillingly.

"Let her go!" the lord waved his hand, "that dragon has no intelligence, it is like a beast, it only relies on breath and flesh, it will not threaten you, but you will not hurt it. ”

......

Ke Mingde lay on the ground, motionless, his eyes glazed over, the blood outside his ears had dried up.

Victoria is dead, the teleportation array is destroyed, and she is trapped in this small space, and may never be able to escape.

For the first time, he felt that his life was so fragile, the cultivation of a knight of the silver rank and the cultivation of a mage of the black robe rank could only keep him from being oppressed by the dragon power, and he couldn't even stand a dragon roar.

Even if there is a super printer, it is not even a chance to be released?

Now trapped in this dimensional space, the teleportation array is all damaged, and he may not be able to get out for the rest of his life.

"I can't wait here to die!"

"I'm going to get revenge!" Kill the dragon, kill the fishmen, and the magician!"

"I want to be in control of my own destiny!

"God has blessed me with a super printer, and I must not live up to this adventure!"

He cheered himself up and lifted his spirits.

"So what should I do?"

He struggled to sit up, reluctantly unleashed the healing spell on himself, took out the vial of life, and drank it all.

"There's a lot of magic here, I know how to make food myself, and I have a super printer, so I don't have to worry about food. ”

"I've scanned countless magic books, enough for me to cultivate all the way to the white-robed mage!"

"The ancient mage is so powerful, he can build a half-plane and build a teleportation array, why can't I? Ten years of cultivation is not enough, just cultivate for a hundred years! A thousand years!"

"One day, I'm going to get out alive and complete my revenge!"

"Victoria, you won't die in vain!"

He dripped the water of life into his ear, and the pain in his eardrum was relieved.

Stood up, turned hatred into strength, put on a posture, moved his fists and feet, and slowly played a set of guidance techniques.

With Ke Mingde's cultivation, he had already begun to practice the second part of the channeling technique, working hard towards the golden rank, but he was injured by the dragon, and his body was not enough to support him to practice the second part.

The fighting spirit walks the whole body with the breathing, and after a set of fights, the whole body has been moistened by the fighting spirit, shaking and shaking, and the fighting spirit is drumming and shrinking, and the strength is steady.

The mage robe on his body was first blown by the dragon's breath, and then hit by the fighting qi, and instantly turned into pieces and fell like a butterfly.

Ke Mingde took a long breath and restored his state to seventy-seven eighty-eight.

"O man of destiny, you have finally arrived!"

An ethereal voice rang out in his head.

"Who?"

He looked around vigilantly, and turned on the scan with all his might, and there was nothing out of the ordinary.

"Don't look for it, I've been dead for a long time, you can't see me!"

The voice came to mind again, without warning.

Ke Mingde lifted the Eye of the Soul, but still found nothing.

"I have only one remnant left, and my soul is long gone!"

"Who the hell are you?"

"I am the god of thunder, the first person in the world to be a mortal god, the lord of hundreds of millions of thunders, controlling the kingdom of 100,000 miles, the four major gods under my command, and controlling the eighty floating cities......"

This thought was arrogant and unstoppable, but it slowly fell: "This was all a thousand years ago, and I have been down for many years." ”

"You're lying! The first god to be canonized was obviously the son of the sun god, the god of magic, Molonov!"

Ke Mingde retorted, his lips not open, and he responded with his thoughts.

"Molonov!" the voice seemed extremely contemptuous, "he is a demigod, he was born with the strength of a legendary mage, how could he ascend to the throne if it were not for the blessing of the seven ancient gods?"

"How did you fall? What happened a thousand years ago, and what is the ultimate fear?"

Thor was silent for a moment: "That's not something you can know, in fact, we don't know anything about it. ”

“...... Suddenly, the heavens and the earth sank, and the ancient seven gods conscripted all the gods and declared war on an unspeakable being, and the battle was very tragic, the kingdom of the gods was shattered, the divine fire was extinguished, and all the new gods fell, leaving only the ancient seven gods still struggling to support. ”

"All the new gods have fallen, but I've seen the Church of the God of Magic, and his followers still exist!"

Ke Mingde thought of the Cult of the Evil God and voiced the doubts in his heart.

"No way! I saw Nolomov's head cut off with my own eyes!"

Thor Remnant was extremely shocked and couldn't believe it.

"I saw them praying to the god of magic!"

Thor's remnants were silent again.

"Well, these are all things that the old gods need to worry about, and no matter what, I can't care about so much...... My time is running out, for thousands of years, my remnants have been at the will of the ancient gods of life, and then waiting for fate to come, unable to sleep, finally waiting for you. ”

"Fate, what fate? Is it me? How can you be sure it's me?"

"According to the arrangement of the ancient gods of life, I have set up ten teleportation arrays in the kingdom of God, and when the last teleportation array is broken, fate will come. ”