Epic is the supreme existence for every pan-continent race, they are the closest to the peak of the goddess and the lucky ones who are lucky enough to meet the primeval dragon Sephinx, and now this envy of the world has befallen Birmingham.

Rejection or acceptance, Birmingham fell into deep thought.

"Mortal, you are the first to hesitate in the epic. Birmingham, who looked like a child, smiled gently, and the voice of the old man that did not match his identity contained the magic of time, as if it soothed the anxiety in Birmingham's heart in an instant.

"I don't have that much time to complete your test. After much thought, Birmingham revealed the stones in his heart.

"Is it for the promise you promised, Nu Wu said bluntly, the epic is indeed an unattainable peak for mortals, but in the pyramid of the pan-continent, there are always two powerful creatures on the epic. ”

"Dragons and angels. Birmingham thought of creatures that could be called legends, especially the goddess's attendants, angels who had never appeared in the mortal world.

"Yes, the dragon is the pinnacle of the mortal world, and the angel is the messenger of the kingdom of God, how can mortals be able to cross these two heavenly barriers, and now, that dark blue empress already holds the treasure of the goddess, as the tree of the heavenly realm, even the dragon and the angel can't let her be captured, do you think you can stop her with one epic?"

"No, I'm not alone, I have relatives, friends, allies, these are things she doesn't have. Birmingham's retort sounded like an innocent child, but the glint in his eyes was unshakable firmness.

"Give up, you will face a formidable enemy, and accept that this will be your safe haven, and I can be sure that when you complete the test, you will see a very different world. Seffinx tried to dispel Birmingham's thoughts.

"Is this the solution of the Lord of the River, who can completely ignore the impending danger because of the nature of not being able to die. Birmingham was amazed at the primeval dragon's indifference to the crisis, or perhaps perhaps the master of time had not taken the battle into his own eyes.

"Those dangers are for you mortals, even if the continent completely disappears under the attack of the Deep Blue Empress, I will not be lost in time, a hundred years, even a thousand years, I have enough time to wait for the birth of a new race on the continent, the emergence of new powerhouses, mortals, the magic of time is far beyond your understanding, your long life is just a drop in the ocean for me. The child's face uttered words that were almost merciless, for the immortal Lord of the River, humanity was only an extremely short part of his memory.

"Is this the attitude of all the immortals towards this battle!" Shock and anger became Birmingham's most obvious emotions at the moment.

"I think most of the immortals will choose this way, otherwise why do you think the ultramarine elves didn't appear on the battlefield. Birmingham couldn't believe the truth when it was revealed.

"Do it alone!" Birmingham retorted a little reluctantly, but his heart was still shaken, otherwise it would not be possible to explain why the ultramarine elves did not come to retrieve their treasure as promised.

"No, this is the practice of immortality, the long years will not stop because of a short wave, the history of mortals seems to be only long, but for us it is only a flash in the pan. ”

"In that case, why do you favor me alone? Birmingham couldn't understand why he was the only one who had entered the time of Sephinkx.

"Preference, mortal, you are overconfident, my special for you comes from the trust of a friend, she hopes that I can keep my last servant in the most dangerous time"

"Is it the Lanternman?" The departure of the Lord of Souls is still an insurmountable obstacle for Birmingham, and even after a year, Birmingham will always be a little uncomfortable with the disappearance of the Lanternman.

"I'd rather you call it Nasr. ”

"How is she now?"

"Needless greetings, mortal, you should know that the Lord of the Long River will not fall, my friend has just fallen into a long sleep, waiting for another soul to return, to awaken again, but by then, I am afraid that you will no longer be her servant. The primeval dragon didn't seem to care about Birmingham, whose face had turned a little ugly because of this.

"Are things wrong?" Birmingham laughed to himself, in the face of immortal existence, human life was really as insignificant as fireflies, and it couldn't even illuminate the darkness around this primeval dragon.

"How, mortal, your choice, to be tested, or to give up this opportunity. "The witnesses of the epic heroes take the trouble to throw out their own questions, hoping to get an accurate answer this time.

"Didn't Nasr tell you my answer?" Birmingham smiled, his expression rare serious.

"Sure enough, it is the race favored by the goddess, and your answer is indeed worthy of the favor of the goddess. The ancient dragon didn't show any surprise, and the genius sword master replied to himself the same way, this may be the reason why mortals can't become immortals, no one wants to see the sparkle of these mortals losing their souls because of immortality.

"That being the case, then mortals accept the last gift from my friends. The primeval dragon's cold gaze became extremely gentle at this moment, as if the ephemeral race in his eyes had become a light enough to illuminate his darkness.

Birmingham didn't know why, but he could feel a gentle force rushing from the darkness to his body, and the brand of the servant on the palm of his hand shone again, this time although he was not accompanied by the familiar lantern man, but the gentle breath still reminded Birmingham inexplicably of the lord of the soul river, the giant Nasr who carried the lantern.

"Unexpected sign, Nasr, you have given me an unimaginable gift. Feeling the power of the engraving, Birmingham was amazed and felt that the gift given to him by the lantern bearer was far beyond his expectations.

"Well, mortal, I hope you don't regret your decision today. ”

"Even if you regret it, I'm afraid you won't remember my name or my appearance again. ”

"No, mortal, perhaps the next time I greet the epic, you will be my talking point to him. ”

"How can a stupid mortal give up a joke that leaves a mark?"

"No, an ode to the birth of a hero. ”

"By your auspicious words, Lord of the River. Birmingham stared at the child in front of him, the familiar childhood appearance gradually blurred, turning into a huge body, and the calm eyes stared at Birmingham through the darkness.

"May you prevail, mortal nobles. The dragon's words turned into the last sound, striking the bell that shook the souls of mortals.

My first servant is also the last servant, and I hope you can go to the end.

The long bell echoed, sending the whisper of Nasr the Lantern-bearer into Birmingham's ears, and looking at the seven flickering inscriptions on the back of his hand, Birmingham walked to the place where the light rose without hesitation.

Soul Calmer, Adam, the first mortal servant of Nasr.

The Glory, Birmingham, the last mortal servant of the Lanternmen.

Since then!