'Strength is a foolish law, but luckily the Eternal Continent seems to be kind on the surface, at least my cloudy eyes haven't noticed the sad situation of 'the supreme leader of every vast empire is a holy realm powerhouse'

An old magician who had comprehended the mystery of the 'original flames' once stood on the spire of the Holy Tower, one of the polar regions of the Eternal Continent, and sighed, and a few drops of hot magma fell from time to time on the fiery red magic robe decorated with the 'Flame Tower' crest, and now the years have risen and fallen, and his face and hair have passed quietly between the collision of the goblets of the big men and the praise of the bards, and the magma is so cold that it has become the dirt under the feet of the world.

One of the pinnacles of magical wisdom in the past, the highest wisdom building of the Sea of Wisdom and Ignorance, the crimson flame tower, is said to have suffered some kind of ominous calamity, the top of the tower lost its brilliance sometime before the Age of Light, the chakra lamp went out, the terrifying 'Primordial Flame Mystery' lost its inheritance and eventually became one of the supreme pursuits of fire magicians, and the legendary mage was transformed into an ancient myth that was tried to be surpassed by later mages.

Some say he became a beacon in the depths of the sea of wisdom and ignorance, while others say he traveled to the farthest depths of the Verdun Mountains in an attempt to find the law that would break through the limits of humanity and prolong his life.

But in any case, the dead will be forgotten, and what remains will be lonely, such as the mage, whose noble blood and name have been reduced to dust, and only a few creatures still remember the phrase 'Strength is a foolish law' and take it as a precept to wisdom.

Among these small creatures is a human aristocrat named Max Emery, who is still accompanied by a traverser named Li Laifu, but unfortunately, whether it is Max Emery, who is an elegant nobleman, or Li Laifu, a third-rate student who came out of the poor mountains and rivers, they all have a sneering disdain for this sentence.

Power and gold can buy the protection of the strong, in other words, the strong can easily obtain power and gold, and the Eternal Continent is not a remote place, God knows if this vast continent will inadvertently give birth to a terrifyingly distorted new civilization.

At the very least, chaos is respected by the strong, and it doesn't sound stupid at all.

Li Laifu smiled and took back the sheepskin magic scroll, the cyan space ring not only carried the last hope of the Max family, but also included his own last few hole cards struggling to survive in this black land, as the heir of the nobleman, he received a good education from the old butler Troy, and as a third-rate student of the aqua blue planet, he also understood a lot of ancient wisdom that was common in this world.

No one will stand in front of you abruptly, not even the words you see now, I am afraid that the seeds of the omen have been planted a long time ago.

Humans are complex creatures, and their every move has an unpredictable purpose.

The dark eyes reflected the necromancer's tangled face, old and distorted, like the Canaan tree he leaned on behind his back, there were few green leaves that could penetrate the eyes, only a few scorched black stumps.

"Where did it come from. ”

The silver-robed old man exhaled a cloud of smoke with deep meaning and sighed slowly.

"A power that does not belong to the Age of Light may allow you to stand at the pinnacle of worship for a short time, but with it will be an even more terrible revenge. ”

Li Laifu's silent face looked very light, he had experienced a lot of cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods, and he would naturally look familiar when facing the cusp of the storm, but the turbulent waves in his heart were difficult to calm down for a long time.

The Wisar civilization and the Arsenal civilization are a few twisted waves that have risen in the long river of time, and these are all forces that do not belong to the Age of Light

This kid instantly opened his mind and thought a lot.

But with a low roar, his thoughts were ruthlessly interrupted, compared to the slightest ripples in Li Laifu's heart, a man who has a symbol of nobility in the black power. The necromancer of the Scarlet Eye pattern is even more annoyed, as one of the older generation of exiles in the City of Chaos, although the intricate force he once organized disappeared on a night of sin, there are still many strange believers who come forward to his shadow, because if power exists, there will always be a group of weak people seeking refuge, and the glory of the strong cannot be easily desecrated even if it is buried in the night.

"The Lost Lands, the land of the kings of the City of Chaos today, have you forgotten the terrible price paid in the battle for that blood-soaked street. ”

The necromancer floated gently into the air, quietly closing the distance between him and someone.

Necromancy is an eternal heresy in the wizarding world, and many of the world's understandings of the concept of magic will be completely subverted under this ancient and evil mystery, and of course, the silver-robed old man doesn't seem to care about these trivial things.

A fifth-order dry bone spear was shattered lightly, which probably proved that the silver-robed old man was very proficient in magic, but it also could not prove that the necromancer was a stupid garbage with no appearance.

"Don't forget, all your shadows remain forever in the Lost Lands, and all of your magic apprentices have hovered over the Black Castle, except for a few fledglings who have just entered the City of Chaos. ”

The silver-robed old man did not move like a mountain, and he murmured softly without putting anyone in his eyes, and his blood-colored eyes showed a nostalgic gaze, and he raised his head slightly, looking up at the sky, as if he was looking for something.

"The vultures have gone and called for their friends, the chaotic capital has been silent for too long. ”

The crumbling black castle resembles a giant that has lost its legs, and it is difficult to regain its former glory.

There is a black legend circulating in the Eternal Continent: as long as there is a black castle, the capital of chaos will never be a slaughterhouse for the Knights of Light to extract the badge of glory, but now, this ancient city that was regarded as a holy place by heretics has collapsed, and even the ancient creatures that came out of it have been killed by an extremely holy winged angel, which is tantamount to extinguishing the last trace of escape from punishment in the hearts of all the evildoers, God knows if the Vatican Holy See, which is located in the center of the four empires and overlooks all the living beings in the Eternal Continent, will be ready to launch the next holy war at a whim。

Every sinner hiding in the chaotic city has a sense of kinship, the death of rabbits and foxes, the death of lips and teeth, not to mention that this black land has almost given them a short new life.

"Where did it come from. ”

Lost his mind for a moment, and even Li Laifu didn't want to take this mysterious old man to bother with this problem, as for the three old exiles in front of him, it seemed that they had already dissipated like air.

The necromancer's withered face became more and more embarrassed, and the knight with the broken arm remained silent and slowly walked forward.

"It's a gift from an old sage. ”

Li Laifu pretended to smile lightly and said, "I exchanged the nobleman's promise for his trust, so he gave me some life-saving gadgets." ”

"Old Sage"

The silver-robed old man narrowed his eyes, his blood-colored pupils filled with the aura of death like a gloomy cross, and he stared at the child in front of him, who was almost as tall as him, and was silent for a long time, because there was a mood called jealousy that was quietly spreading.

Perhaps in the chaotic capital where sin and wailing coexist, except for the legendary ancient demon who lived in the black castle, only he understood how terrifying the aura of the magic scroll just overflowed, just like the children who came out of the slums only drooled over the shiny gold coins, if a scroll adorned with the 'Celles Magic Tower' coat of arms was placed in front of those ignorant children, and they were asked to weigh the pros and cons between money and wisdom, maybe the one that was wrapped in the hearts and minds of countless mages' It's impossible to say that Sayles' wisdom will become a regular item in the toilet.

'The achievements of human beings depend on their vision, and their vision depends on whether they live in a miserable time, thanks to the beast gods, human beings are more ignorant than us'

The shamanic sacrifice of a large tribe of orcs was once so felt, and it was widely spread among the four empires of the Eternal Continent.

The same is true in the City of Chaos, except for the silver-robed old man, the knight with the broken arm and the necromancer with the glory of the 'Blood Eye' seem to be blind to the fluctuations of the magic element at the moment when Li Laifu tore the scroll, a knight who scolds the fighting spirit can still understand, but the necromancer, who is one of the mainstays of the Dark Council's forces, also turns a deaf ear, which is really a bit ridiculous.

The silver-robed old man took a deep puff of tobacco and sneered, "It only takes a second for a nobleman to make a promise, and if he wants to overthrow it again, it takes a breath." ”

"yes, that's why the old sage always called me a bastard and thought I was going to be a great heretic in the future. ”

"The Great Heresy?"

"That's right, the kind that takes off the crown of thorns from the head of the Pope of Light, and tears off the Code of Sanctions, the head of the Inquisition, and wipes his ass. ”

The silver-robed old man was stunned for a few seconds, and Li Laifu's words seemed to have achieved good results, at least until now, his head was still firmly embedded in the top of his neck.

"The legend of the small town of Kabul, isn't he sleeping forever"

The silver-robed old man whispered softly to make someone's thin body slightly cold, and Li Laifuxuan threw his inky pupils to the opposite side.

The opposite of the silver-robed old man.

The Severed Arm Knight and the Necromancer looked at each other, four strange eyes of blood and sin touching each other, and the black fire that burst out of them meant anger.

The Evildoers belong to the bottom of the Food Tower in the City of Chaos, but the Exiles are not, they were once either the great nobles of the rich realm, or the powerful men who have been crowned with countless glory, the noblewomen and ladies shout and cheer for them, the leaders of the kingdom bend down and smile and throw olive branches at them, and the actions of the silver-robed old men are tantamount to throwing their glory into the garbage heap, where there is nothing but the company of flies.

In layman's terms, when they were kidnapped by Glory, the exiles scoffed at the group beatings, and when Glory was trampled on, it was the moment when they joined forces with the outside world.

Obviously, the Knights with Broken Arms and the Necromancer couldn't hold it anymore.

It wasn't until an abrupt shout rang out that they stopped their intent to kill.

The one-eyed mage, who had been silent, was like the faintest star in the darkness, not because it was small, but because it was too far away from this world.

He slowly bent over the black castle, muttering as if a devout disciple was worshipping the god of his mind.

"King of the Lost Lands, your mercy has saved the entire Black Castle. ”