Four hundred years, I followed the memories of Nance Austin for four hundred years. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info part of the elven bloodline gives Nance a lifespan beyond the average human. From babbling to the cold winter of the siege of the Tower, the effects that were hiding in the depths of Nance's subconscious were so unfolding that in the end I couldn't tell if Nance was a part of me or if I was a part of Nance.

I saw Nance, who lost his parents, sent to Black Rock City to practice magic, I saw him go to the Far North in search of the lost Dragon Ball, I saw him become the chief magician of the Rising Tower, I saw the dragons soaring in the sky unleash powerful magic again and again to try to destroy the Rising Tower, I saw countless orcs besiege the Rising Tower・・・・・・, and finally Nance stepped into the Cracked Demon Spring, leaving behind a trace of wisdom that finally told all this to future generations after a long time, and that touch of wisdom turned into a blue training and rushed into my brain・・・・・・

I roared out of the tunnel of time, the clear spring water poured into my throat, and I opened my eyes to find myself in a blue world. My internal organs were soaked in the spring water, but I was able to breathe freely. I didn't have time to digest the huge amount of information that Nance's memory had given me, so I hurriedly swiped my hands and feet with the ground towards the faint white light above. When I rushed out of the water, I realized that this white light was a huge rune lightning door, and there were only those dark dark stones around it except for the spring.

This is the Demon Splitting Spring.

I made a judgment based on Nance's memory, the surrounding stones are black dragon stones, they can effectively prevent the overflow of magical energy, and the depths of the spring water are the rune stone barriers, refining this magical spring water over and over again.

I staggered ashore, and then, despite the pain, lay on the ground full of sharp stone corners, gasping for breath. Nance's stellar was so integrated into my subconscious that I couldn't talk to him anymore. However, I now have all the memories of a great magician, the memory of a great magician who is proficient in bows and arrows, wind systems, runes, and ice systems, and I really can't say how good this is, but it is by no means less beneficial than the elixir I have taken and the benefits of this Split Demon Spring.

Thinking that I had been in a daze after eating the pill of the gourd essence, and I didn't know when I was sent to the Demon Splitting Spring, I couldn't help but shake my head, because my body and bones were too bad, and good things were difficult to bear.

After resting for a while, I found a relatively flat black dragon stone and began to run the samadhi heart fire in my body, and as soon as I sat down, I felt the abundant magical energy environment around me, and I gradually calmed down and looked forward to it, and slowly got better. This round of cultivation lasted for seven hours, and I couldn't help but be stunned. Mentor Kerry once said that it would take five to ten years for a magician to reach the final realm of a wizard in the Wizard's Tower, and I completed it in less than two years.

When I opened my eyes, the cave was still the same, and I stretched my muscles and felt like it was time to go out・・・・・・

Owen was dragged by the big man for five streets in a row before stopping in the back garden of a large mansion. The wound on Owen's foot was not light, but fortunately it did not hurt his muscles and bones, and after a simple bandage, the two of them leaned against the wall and gasped. At this time, Owen had a chance to take a good look at the person in front of him in the moonlight.

Not inferior to the huge body of the Zhigoo people, with broad arms and muscles, a half-dying wine bag hanging from his waist, and a face with thick eyebrows and big eyes that seemed a little familiar, but he couldn't remember when he had seen them.

"Thank you, Your Excellency, for your rescue. Owen arched.

Lange grinned, "Why, you don't recognize me, I'm Langer, Glenhede Lance." ”

Owen stared at Lange for a long time before recalling, glaring in surprise and saying, "You ・・・・・・ you ・・・・・・"

"Why are you still alive? Haha, the gods forbid, didn't let me die at the hands of the orcs, didn't you survive too?"

Owen muttered: "Yes, yes, it's good to survive・・・・・・" Owen saw the old man at first glance, but his heart was miserable, the world that once belonged to him, there was no possibility to go back.

"Why, won't I tell you about you?" Langer asked, handing over the wine belt.

Owen shook his head, and as a result, the wine belt poured all the wine into his stomach, and the large spilled elixir made Lange's flesh ache.

"It's hard to put into words, it's hard to put into words. Owen said it twice, his eyes reflecting the red moon in the sky, and he wanted to drink it again but there was no wine.

"I'm sorry. Owen handed back the Langer wine belt, Langer still carefully hung the wine belt, this wine bag is made of fine sheepskin, Langer in the palace from a lieutenant's room "handy", very treasured.

"What's wrong with this Heavenly City, why are there armies everywhere?" Langer asked.

"Zi Blade is crazy, ready to exterminate all the Terrans, and has called the third legion of the orcs, and it is estimated that he has entered the city at this time. Owen told Langer what he knew, and Lange was stunned.

"In that case, I'll have to get to Thor quickly, he's not sure where he's going to hang out at the moment. Langer said urgently. Owen asked, "Is it Thor who we used to go to Moljes with?"

"Yes, do you know anything about him?"

"Once a girl from the Blue Moon Clan asked about him, I didn't think it was him at that time, I guessed that this would be his manor in the Blue Moon Clan. Owen replied.

Girl?Lange couldn't help but smile on his face, good boy, dare to steal the girl in the middle of the night, no wonder there is no one to find.

"In that case, let's hurry up. Lange stood up and estimated the direction of the Blue Moon Clan's manor.

"Go ahead, I still have my own way to go. Owen whispered. Lange was stunned: "What? aren't you going with us? We're going back to Aria." ”

Owen smiled bitterly: "Go ahead, I can't go back." ”

"What do you mean you can't go back?"

"If you can't go back, you can't go back, and you can't go back. ”

Lange had no choice but to say goodbye to Owen, and walked through most of the city alone, and finally found the big manor of the Blue Moon Clan. But the whole manor was in a mess, and the building was already empty. Lange finally couldn't stand his hunger after breaking through several halls, and dug out some cured lamb in the kitchen, and feasted on a few bottles of white wine. As soon as the five catties of mutton were eaten, he suddenly felt the wind behind him, and hurriedly threw out the wine bottle with half a pot in his hand. The man behind him seemed to dodge the blow, and before Lange could react, his palms were already swinging out. Lange snorted violently, and with the sky-high smell of wine, he also came out with both palms, and his four palms were facing each other, making a dull sound in the silent village.