Fate?, he suddenly remembered this terrible thought. He recalled a conversation with Bishop Ronis.

Everything is already arranged, and no matter what you do, the end result will be the same.

This is fate, do you believe it, and how do you deal with it?

At that time, he replied to Bishop Ronis very well, but it was because he had the ease of mind of a bystander. It's here

Now, he has been in this whirlpool for so long, and has even become a part of this whirlpool, again

I suddenly felt this concept. The feeling of having it again is nothing but utter powerlessness and despair.

Even his own birth is a small ripple in this whirlpool, so many efforts and struggles, and Xi

Hope, does it still make sense? So, Asa asked.

"What is your background?" Granny El smiled, even though her face was already wrinkled

It's beautiful. "Isn't your origins already clear? You're just the son of a blacksmith in the village. ”

Asa was stunned, thought for a while, and laughed: "Hahaha.... , that's what you're talking about. I'm just a blacksmith

It's just a child. ”

He looked at the rough scratch on the otherwise smooth and crystal clear surface of the ring on his hand, where there was

There was an imprint, but it had been rubbed off his father's tombstone.

"It's good that you understand. Alright, get that thing out. I knew it from the moment I felt it two days ago

You came to me with that. Granny El sighed. "What Sandru took with him from the Dia Valley.

The hilt of the Black Star. ”

Asa smiled bitterly: "Seriously, when I saw this thing in the cellar for the first time, I heard Sandru say that it was actually it

It was when I put the artifact of Dia Valley, I was really shocked. I didn't expect him to be able to tear down the ghost king's robe

A small piece was made into a pocket and poured into the well water from the sun's well. ”

Between her fingers was the ring that had been worn by Asa, and her hands were clutching the pocket that Asa had brought.

She asked softly, "How's it going, are you ready?"

Asa nodded, his face solemn. A slight sweat broke out on his forehead. The light of the vindictive spirit in his hand has been

Bright to the limit.

"Good. Granny El snorted softly, and her hands suddenly became a cloud of phantoms, which had been tied like twisted flowers

The pocket was untied in an instant, and then she struck lightly with one hand at the bottom of the bag, and the one who was soaked in the water of the sun well well

West flew out with a grand dark aura.

But it just flew out of the bag. Asa's hand was already gripping the thing. The white fighting spirit shines as solemnly as a mountain,

Wrapped up the aura that was about to diffuse. At the same moment, Granny El held the ring

The hand quickly came up and put the ring on the thing.

"Alright. Granny El sighed softly and motioned for Asa to let go. The thing that has been soaking in the water of the sunwell

It fell into her hands. It's a dark and irregular cylinder, like a stony texture, and nothing

The traces of superb craftsmanship, even the surface is a little irregularly pitted, and it seems that it is just a large piece of obsidian casually

The same as small pieces mined from the stone. That ring had been fitted to the thinnest tail of this cylinder, and

often inlaid into it. The monstrous aura that was originally unscrupulous and diffused was no longer emanating outward.

Instead, it became a visible black mist swirling around the thing.

This is the sacred relic of the Valley of Dia. The hilt of the Excalibur Pitch Black Star, which represents darkness and death.

Holding the cylindrical object in her hand, Granny El's eyes actually showed a little excitement, she was long

sighed: "I can't think of it, I can't think of it, although this is only the hilt of the Pitch Black Star Ground, but five hundred years."

Come the first person who can hold it completely in his hand. It's actually me. ”

For five hundred years, there weren't too many people dreaming of trying to pull up that legendary sword, but they could

Qualified to be the one who dreamed of it. All of them were the most powerful or the most capable of the powerful at the time, and this was dark

It is not only the power that condenses this on the star, but also countless dreams and ambitions.

Holding the hilt of her sword, Granny El seemed a little distracted. Her eyes were sometimes trance-like, sometimes flickering. Even if she never had

Those ambitions and dreams, but almost everything about herself revolves around them. this

A handful of pitch black has almost represented the whole of her life.

The feeling to be able to hold the thing which once decided one's life. It is impossible for anyone to remain indifferent.

"So many people died, so much effort was spent, and there were so many changes in the situation, in fact, it was for

That's it. Granny El smiled bitterly as she looked at the hilt of her sword. Although that ring can put the power of the hilt of the sword

transformed, but she still maintained a shallow layer of vindictiveness in her hands to hold this thing. "This thing is

What?**?or.... What .....?"

She is not the only one whose life is determined by this thing, she also understands that there are other people.

But is this life in your own hands, or is there really some fate or something like that?

She suddenly wanted to try. In fact, she has been trying all along, and since twenty years ago, she has stood firmly in a Diya Valley

At the same time as she was trying. And now that things have come to this point, it should be a little clear.

"By the way, would you like to try it out with your hospital thing?" Granny El suddenly looked at Asa and smiled, and she stretched out her hand.

"The prophecy of Lord Archibald has said that those who gather power can pull out the dark star and become a change

The world dominates the world. Would you like to try what it's like to be the master of the world?"

"Me?" said Asa, surprised. He was a little surprised that Granny El would suddenly say this to him, he knew how much he knew

Less related to this thing. There is a layer of mist around the black hilt, and the shape of the hilt is not beautiful.

It doesn't look like there's an artifact that can dominate the world. Asa unconsciously stretched out his hand, and he sudden

However, there is a strange feeling on the hilt of the sword now. Slowly, he felt like he could see the strange black outside

of the fog. It wasn't fog, it seemed to be made up of countless corpse breaths, murderous aura, anger, terror, and so on

Black Ocean. His fingertips had touched the rough surface of the hilt, and suddenly, he heard a myriad of sounds.

It was countless people roaring, sniffing, shouting, moaning, each one hoarse, all at the limit

All life and spirit force out the voice, the voice of the soul. He could feel what was in every voice

Fear, dissatisfaction, and**. These voices not only echoed in his head, but also seemed to rush into his body,

Roaring, shouting, hoping for resonance in every tiny corner.

Fear and disgust poured down like a basin of cold water, and Asa suddenly let go and retreated. He only then found out that from

Begin to gaze at the hilt of this sword, and before you know it, true meditation has taken over all your thoughts and feelings,

His consciousness had just merged with the hilt of the sword.

"Your True Meditation should be almost complete, right?" Granny El's voice asked coldly.

"Yes. Asa nodded. Only then did he realize that he already had cold sweat on his forehead.

"You're the same as Sandru, you're scared off just by touching it. Only those who have practiced True Meditation will be able to appreciate the breath of the Dark Star. Otherwise, like me, it would be useless to hold it in my hand. Granny El seemed to sigh and breathe a sigh of relief. "I was right. Otherwise....."

Asa was still a little frightened, and he said, "Mother-in-law, do you know that I have the power of the leaves of the World Tree and the sunwell in my body. ”

Granny El nodded: "I know, although I rarely go out, I don't know a lot. ”

"And you still want me to get this?" Asa wondered. Although he didn't know the details very well, he still knew that the two powers in his body were closely related to the Pitch Black Star. Sandru showed him the hilt of the sword in the cellar, and at the same time vaguely mentioned something to him. It is said that this sword will be drawn by someone who has gathered his strength.

Although Sandru didn't explain exactly what the power was, he glanced at Asa, and Asa understood what it meant. Bishop Ronis and Vidnian say different things, but both show that he is actually related to this thing.

He doesn't believe in prophecies at all, but that doesn't mean he doesn't care at all. After all, it was the first magician in the history of the continent to leave a word. And with Granny Al's former identity as Sandru, there was no reason why she shouldn't know that.

"Do you know what True Meditation is, and what are the Leaves of the World Tree and the Sunwell?" asked Granny El faintly.

"Bishop Ronis told me that this was a dark meditation technique created by Archibald, the founder of the Necronomical Guild, in order to become the Necromantic King. Sandru said that this is just a gadget that anyone can practice and play quietly. Asa smiled wryly.

“..... I don't know who to believe. ”