The continuous snow-white mountains, wild and remote, the icy clouds and mist pass through the ice and snow that will not melt for thousands of years, and the north wind of the mountains is howling in the cold night, as always. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The cemetery of the ancestors of the Hangu tribe, where generations of mimics rest, the tombstones are covered with ice and snow.

A burly man in black stood silently in front of the cemetery, standing for a long, long time, a mage wearing a metal mask waiting respectfully behind him.

If Ivo were here, he would have recognized the man in black as the "Black Lion" who called himself another tribe of mimics.

"How many years have you been with me?" the black lion muttered, his tone complicated.

Fanu whispered, "Sixty-five years. ”

"You hate me in your heart. ”

Fanu bowed his head deeply and said nothing.

How can you not hate, the loss of sixty-five years of freedom.

The black lion's face was self-deprecating, and he said lightly: "Don't worry, you will be freed soon." ”

In the wind and snow, the figure of the village chief of the Hangu tribe walked from afar, and when he saw the black lion, his wrinkled face was not surprised, as if he had known that the black lion would appear here, and he did not know anything about the other mimic tribe at all, as he had said to Ivo.

"Patriarch. The black lion bowed slightly.

The village chief stood side by side with him on crutches, looking at the ancestral cemetery with a very complicated look, "Your time is up?"

The black lion nodded his temple, "The fire of my soul is close to being extinguished, and the third curse is about to take my life." ”

"I'll prepare a cemetery for you. The village chief sighed.

The black lion shook his head, "No need. ”

The village chief glanced at him deeply, "What do you want to do?"

"I gave up, this nightmarish fate, maybe it was wrong. The black lion spoke in a sad tone.

"The dawn has appeared, after so many years of persistence, do you want to give up before dawn?" the village chief frowned.

"Only Ivo is the dawn of hope," the Black Lion laughed self-deprecatingly, "look at us, we don't have the right to call ourselves a race. What you did to my brother, I understand you, but I will never forgive you. ”

"Are you trying to challenge me......" the village chief's tone became awe-inspiring, "Halton?"

The black lion shook his head, "The method that Gregongo left behind saved the clan, but he may not be well-intentioned, patriarch, I don't regret being a mimic, I don't regret carrying this hatred, I don't regret giving my life to you, my only hope is to leave the future fire for the clan." ”

"Ruling over all races is the future we should have. The village chief straightened his back, no longer like the kind, old man, his figure was so tall that it seemed to be able to pierce the sky, and the powerful aura like a savage ancient beast inadvertently emanated, only revealing a trace of breath, and the faru on the side was shocked and collapsed to the ground, his eyes were unbelievable.

"This—this breath...... High, high......" Fanu muttered distractedly.

The black lion smiled bitterly, and suddenly made an astonishing move, his fingers were like hooks, and he actually pulled out his heart, and the hot blood pumped out was like a fountain, his face turned pale, relying on his strong vitality, he didn't die immediately, but it was almost.

"Are you crazy?!" the village chief shouted angrily, hurriedly holding the crumbling black lion, and the farun on the side seemed to empathize, covering his heart and howling wildly, rolling in the snow, spurting blood from his mouth.

The heart exposed to the air was connected to dense blood vessels, and it was still beating strongly, and the black lion trembled and handed the heart to the village chief, and said hoarsely: "Patriarch, this is my last dedication......"

"Is this how you gave up?!" the village chief looked furious, and hurriedly took out a black crystal ball from his arms, put it on the black lion's forehead, and looked at the inside of the black crystal ball impatiently, as if anxiously waiting for some vision to happen.

"Don't bother," said the black lion weakly, "I won't go in." ”

The village chief's face twitched, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Are you going to leave me too?!"

"Patriarch, I only have one last request," the black lion's breathing became more and more rapid, "give...... Give him a chance, Ivo is...... The only ......"

The village chief's face was pale, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were beating with cold anger, "Impossible!"

"I ...... Just know. The black lion showed a bitter smile, he knew the patriarch too well, fortunately he had already left a back hand, that kid, he should have read the "Alchemy Codex of the Gregon Fruit", no one in the tribe knew the spirit needle in Ivo's mind.

"How can the mimics repeat the mistakes of history, the future of the race is up to you, the only ...... Descendants!"

The black lion closed his eyes, the breath of life dissipated, and at the moment of his death, Fanu bled and stared at the black lion's corpse with hateful eyes, "It turns out that this is the liberation you are talking about......"

Before he could finish speaking, Fanu also died.

The black crystal ball attached to the black lion's forehead did not change in the slightest, and the village chief silently put away the crystal ball, closed the black lion's eyes, and said lightly: "Halton, death is a cowardly escape, I look down on you." ”

After that, the village chief swallowed the heart of the black lion, and his movements were skillful and natural, as if he was accustomed to it.

The village chief's breath became even stronger, he stomped on the ground, and a dirt pit appeared in front of him, and he threw the body of the black lion into it, covered it with dirt, and casually cut a stone into a tombstone, quickly completing the simple grave.

"Shadow. The village chief shouted into the clearing.

A shadow changed from faint to thick, appearing out of thin air, it was the black-robed shadow uncle, he glanced at the tombstone of the black lion, and said lightly: "It's really embarrassing to die." ”

"Cowards. The village chief said in a cold tone, "Bring Ivo back." ”

Uncle Shadow said in an indifferent tone, "Don't tell Harriken?"

"Hmph, a wasted man," the village chief said coldly, "I want him to see his son transform with his own eyes!"

"Got it. "Uncle Shadow disappears.

......

Geng Lei's face was strange, Ivo had been in a daze at this book that he didn't know what language he didn't know just now, could it be that Ivo could understand this book?

"Mr. Ivo, you ...... Do you understand?"

Ivo hurriedly restrained his loose thoughts, endured the shock, and pretended to be calm: "I'll see if I can understand it." ”

"So the result?"

"I don't understand. Ivo resisted the desire to continue reading with great perseverance, and lightly stuffed the "Alchemy Codex of the Gregaon Fruit" back into the bookshelf, took out another book written by the dragon language casually, read it in a similar manner, and pretended to be casual and said: "Geng Lei, I'm okay here for the time being, don't you still have to check the information, just go, don't you care about me." ”

"Okay, you please. Geng Lei left a little reluctantly, he still wanted to get close to Ivo again, at least he wanted to ask what the amount of funding was.

Seeing Geng Lei leaving, Ivo hurriedly took out the "Alchemy Codex of Gregango" again.

[Inability to reproduce] and [Fragile Childhood] left doubts in his heart, and the questions that could not be answered for the time being, Ivo could only press them in the bottom of his heart and continue to look down.

"The power of the Supreme Mage, Terra Di, and the Nine Towers left behind a curse that is close to the rules, and for me, [Elemental Disgust] is the most terrible curse, I feel the mana running wild, and my body has become full of holes.

How noble is the life of the Supreme Mage, who gave his life to die with us out of fear of the potential we have shown, and for fear of our future revenge.

The determination of the other races to exterminate us is unmatched!

Our scattered mana cannot compete with this mad power.

The first mage fell, only half an hour after the curse took effect.

One mage after another died, and a day later, hundreds of mimic mages were all killed, and we couldn't resist this horrible curse.

The flame of my life is about to be extinguished. ”

Ivo finally learns the identity of the "Sage", the strongest mage among the mimics.

Sure enough, before the curse, the mimics had many mages.

But the sacrifice of the Supreme Mage, the century-old mana of Terrati, and the energy of the Nine Towers made the curse indestructible.

So the mage of the mimetic became the dust of history.

The loser dies.

(To be continued.) )