Visul is already a mentally disturbed man.
Thousands of years of hatred burned his heart like a raging fire. If the desire for revenge hadn't supported him, he would have turned into a twisted creature like those Vamers.
He shouted: "You must help me!"
"Why?" Lu Zhengkang asked.
"I'm resisting God! I'm resisting fate!" The high-level deacon's expression was ferocious. The beautiful and handsome snow elf had turned into an angry-faced demon, with sharp fangs and a tendency to turn into a bat. Hakon came up and said,
He pressed his forehead with his right hand, and he didn't know what method he used, but Visul calmed down.
Without the madness, he was as plain as a piece of ice. Under the frozen dome, his eyes were blank for a long time. Lu Zhengkang even suspected that he had fallen asleep with his eyes open. Visul's state was really like waking up and sleeping.
While sleeping, Serana explained softly: He was shocked by the vampire bloodline of the previous level.
Visul's lips moved, and he slowly murmured in sleep, with a hoarse and low voice: "God abandoned me and turned a blind eye to my achievements. He only decided my fate based on his likes and dislikes.
"You said, in a world where gods exist, there is no fairness. We snow elves do not need gods, and gods cannot bring us victory. Those barbarians, they invaded our land and slaughtered our people. Tianshuang (i.e. Tianshuang)
The sky) belongs to us.
"Look at those cursed Vamers. We have suffered betrayal more than once. Gods, friends, and relatives are all unworthy of trust. So I want to establish a prophecy, or something else, in short, to put forward some ideal.
Just like all those who deceived me (people, elves and gods), create a beautiful world, and then there will be people who will fight for the illusory things."
Visul showed a happy smile, "The moment the inner sanctuary was captured, I was really happy. You see, God is not omnipotent. If he also cherishes feathers, why doesn't he send down flames to kill me and those who betrayed me?
Where are the people? So, my plan
The plan can be successful, cut off God's influence in the world, and make the world completely forget his existence! This is my revenge!" As his tone became more and more manic, he broke away from Hakon's shock, "You guys, hurry up
Join my plan! Okay?”
Serana said in a deep tone, "So, I was sealed away by my mother for several epochs, and my family was broken up, all because of you!"
Weisul grinned, but there was no joy in his eyes, but more sarcasm towards fate, "You lost your family, I lost my tribe, we are all poor people fooled by God, come on, hand over your
Blood, just a little is enough,
We have defiled the sun! Ahem, I won't say anything more. I'll give you the bow. It's on the terrace at the back. You can go get it. When you want to do it, you will do it.
Because resisting God is the fate of mortals!"
Hakon lowered his head, looked at the high-level aide of Oriel from the side, and suddenly laughed, "Hehehe, hehehe, this is such a good joke! It's so funny!" The monarch smiled with all his strength, simply.
It's hysterical and exhausting.
Serana walked to Lu Zhengkang, leaned on his arm, and looked at the outcome in front of her.
Hakon suddenly pounced on Visul, biting his neck and sucking the blood. The Maharaja's body quickly expanded and recovered. He roared, grabbed the snow elf, flew into the sky, and broke the high ceiling of the chapel. In the vibration,
They flew into the sky, and the darkness of night enveloped the families of the night. A horrifying scream came from afar, and then suddenly stopped. After a crackling sound, the clouds turned into blood, and scarlet snowflakes continued to fall.
Serana tried her best to grab Lu Zhengkang's arm so as not to fall to the ground. She closed her eyes and let the stars drip onto the sad frost, just like water dripping into the sea.
Is the endless extreme cold in the Forgotten Valley the result of the tears of the snow elves?
…
In the Nordic pantheon, Gine is the goddess of the sky, the mother of rain, the mother of tears, and her totem is the eagle.
In the Snow Elf pantheon, Oriel-El is the god of the sun and fire, and the gateway to the sky.
Auri-El is Akatosh, the dragon god of time, and they are one.
Gine is the wife of the dragon god and the widow of the snake god Shur.
Dragon and snake are incompatible.
The fight between Nords and Snow Elves is like the fight between gods.
The two races, which were peaceful at first, fell into endless hostility after the Night of Tears. The Snow Elves slaughtered all the Sattars, and the man who escaped was named Ysgramor, and he returned to Atmo.
Lazu Land summoned five hundred heroes to go south and completely defeated the snow elves.
All wars, regardless of their origin, are not worthy of praise.
But war is like the cycle of seasons.
The ending is all due to Tianyu.
The rain is like tears, and the frozen heart turns into ice, creating a bitter cold in the sky.
This endless sadness is like a footnote to fate.
…
Galeb walked out of the temple rising from the terrace, "You have succeeded. The temple will rise after Visul's death, and the traitors will no longer be able to desecrate the temple."
Lu Zhengkang shrugged at him, "No, I think the traitors did not control the temple."
"What? What do you mean?"
"Visul is a vampire. He controlled the betrayer and then allowed the betrayer to control the temple."
"Oh, that makes sense. Well, it seems that the traitors may still put aside their hatred and return to the glory of Oriel. This matter has always worried me, thank you both."
"It's just mutual benefit."
"Yes, I got what I wanted, and you will also get what you want." After he finished speaking, he opened the door and there was a golden recurve bow about three feet long floating on the stone pillar in the temple.
A glow shrouds it, and it is extraordinary. This is a weapon of the gods. It once participated in the holy war and was used to fight against Lorkhan and his legions.
Lu Zhengkang turned sideways and entered the temple. The door was a little narrow. He took off the long bow and held it in his hand. In an instant, the bright light in his heart flickered, extended little by little, and turned into an arrow. It stood straight upright in the tide of his heart. A mysterious feeling
, like a passage in my mind
After recalling and thinking about it, I realized that the details were extremely real. Indeed, Lu Zhengkang could sense powerful power, and the magic energy rushed towards him, but was sucked away by the Pure Land and the soul of the troll. This meant that the power of the mind was once again
Advancement, miraculous creation.
Serana said in a surprised tone: "That bow is breathing!"
Galeb nodded, "Indeed, this friend's revelation is as bright as the stars, so extraordinary. He is the owner of this divine bow. The champion warrior of Oriel!"
Chapter completed!