This time, the place where Bing Zhixie met Saint Yis was not so relaxing. From where they were, they could see the dust haze on the sky expanding to the west. Standing in the shadow of the dust haze, there was a smell of earth when they breathed.
Fishy, the Sublime Dragon, and Gulap all stay in this place called the Valley of the Gods.
Bing Zhixie looked at the sky, and then at St. Yis, who was picking up the dirt on the ground. The noble dragon was very calm. It moved slowly in the valley, and every step left deep claw marks on the ground. It
He didn't take another look at Gulap, maybe this metal-clad creature wasn't enough to attract its hostility, maybe it was born with such arrogance.
St. Yis patted the dust on his hands, stood up and said to Bing Zhixie: "Are you afraid of the haze in the sky?"
"No, but I don't like it."
"No normal person likes war. The struggle for royal power will expand on the continent like the smog in the sky."
"Is this how you evaluate your organization?" Bing Zhixie said.
St. Yis said: "War is war, and it has nothing to do with who started it, let alone right or wrong. For ordinary people who had lived a stable life before, war is like a haze in the sky, a disaster."
Bing Zhixie didn't know what he meant by saying that. He was clearly the one who started the war.
"War is sometimes a kind of resistance. Resistance is bound to have a price. The price is heavy, but the future is bright." St. Yis asked him: "Why do you suddenly want to see me?"
"war."
St. Yis's expression did not change, there was no wave at all: "Do you want to contribute to the royal power?"
"Not entirely." Bing Zhixie said: "Many times, making an important decision is not the result of a certain factor. Just like when kind-hearted ordinary people choose to resist, it is never because of a simple reason. I believe that I
My parents are closely related to Long Ling, and Shengyuan is also concerned about Long Ling. When Shengyuan and I directly confront each other, will it attract their attention, if they are still alive?"
St. Yis said: "Have you ever thought that they may have noticed you a long time ago and are unwilling to come out to recognize you to protect you or for other reasons."
"I thought about it. If they are paying attention to me, then they should know that I must find them." Bing Zhixie said: "No matter what the reason is, they should come out and meet me. If they don't do this, I think I will
The existence is not what they expected. Or, they can no longer see me."
St. Yis was silent for a while and said, "You must do this?"
"I'm very tired, and living is really tiring. My heart is wandering, my soul has nowhere to go, and I can't settle down. Only when I do something towards that goal can I temporarily calm down." Bing Zhixie said: "Ask a question
It’s a very cliche question. What is the purpose of living for an orphan like me? Even if I get married and have children, the other end of my heart is still empty and missing something. I am also someone who needs spiritual sustenance, and most of them
People are the same. But days like this make me feel like I don’t know which ones will follow in Dorentel’s footsteps, so I must do something and stop looking blindly.”
He slowed down a bit and then said: "You want to avenge your clan. I have no ties to the Sudmit clan, but if my parents were really from this clan, I think they might also want revenge. No matter what, I will
You have to give it a try, even if you don’t agree, I will do it in my own way.”
"I only hope that the remaining clan members can survive." St. Yis said: "I do not support your choice, nor am I against your decision. Now that you have made up your mind..." He thought briefly for a while: "
...I have a plan, you might be able to do it."
"What plan?"
St. Yis took out a paper mask that was as pale as a living face, with a magical pattern of gold, silver and red lines painted on it: "Put it on, and you can completely change into anyone's appearance."
Bing Zhixie was stunned for a moment: "The human skin mask called Demon's Face."
St. Yis said: "This is the face of a true demon. It can be used repeatedly without restriction."
Bingzhixie said in surprise: "It's not made from the skin of a tribesman..."
Saint Isla stopped him from continuing: "I don't want to say more about its origin. It's not a nice story. In short, if you want to have a head-on conflict with the Holy Garden, then wear it and don't let the people in the Holy Garden know about it.
Your true identity."
"I understand your intention."
St. Yis asked: "Your minor major is darkness and wind, right?"
"Yes, I have fought against you in battle practice."
"How is the current level?"
"Huh?" Bing Zhixie was stunned for a moment and said, "I haven't made much progress during this period. I have been busy with other things, and I am also learning the magic control method taught to me by the Queen of the End of the Moon."
"Have you ever studied Darkest Heaven?"
"I've seen it and studied it, but I haven't gone too deep into it."
St. Yisra said: "I haven't learned it either, but I can teach you."
"You... now?"
St. Yis said: "As a magician, you change your identity and fight, and it is impossible not to use the field. If you pretend to be another profession, your flaws will soon be exposed. Therefore, you'd better be extremely proficient in your secondary magic.
In your campaign, use the field of the secondary system so that others will not guess your identity."
"The domain of the secondary system!" Bing Zhixie knew that in reality, some magicians would seal their domain power in a deliberate instrument before death as a continuation of their will and life: "You
Is there such a thing?"
St. Isla said: "It happens that there is such a thing, and I brought it. Because of this thing, I have already thought of the identity you will pretend to be. This identity can perfectly fit the magic you have learned and give you the power of the king."
The enemies will bring you a lot of trouble and trouble."
At this moment, Bing Zhixie felt as if Sheng Yis had changed into a different person. He was no longer the warm-hearted patriarch, but a cold and ruthless person who included him. But this feeling was just a sudden one.
After passing away, how can a person who wants to overthrow the Holy Garden and achieve great things not be cunning and scheming?
"What identity?"
A smile appeared on St. Yi's face, as if he had evil intentions and was waiting for a good show: "Leadbarn."
Bing Zhixie shook his head: "I've never heard of it."
"Of course you don't know him. He has been dead for more than a thousand years." St. Yis smiled maliciously: "He is the grandson of one of the sons of Stebalt Getbalon, a dark element.
The magician."
Bing Zhixie's eyes widened.
St. Yis said: "This man sealed his domain in a secret treasure before he died. If you take this secret treasure with you, you can use his domain."
Bing Zhixie worriedly said: "The domain is spread out from the treasure, and it may be seen through by others."
Saint Isla said: "This secret treasure, as long as it is hidden under clothes, is difficult to find. It is a withered heart, Redbarn's own heart." He took out the dark heart.
It has long shriveled up and is smaller than a persimmon.
Bing Zhixie raised her eyebrows coldly and said, "Why do I think you are ready for everything? You are just waiting for me to come to you."
St. Yis said bluntly: "Because I have really thought about the possibility of you coming to me, and I have also thought about the value you can play."
Bing Zhixie was relieved: "You can not do some things, but you can't think about them."
Saint Isla said: "Put it under your robe and stick it to your heart. It must be close to your skin. Then if you use his domain again, the magic words will appear on your heart."
"What about the elemental spirits that form a contract between life and nature?"
St. Yis said: "This is difficult to disguise, so you need another thing."
"What?"
St. Yis summoned the demon dragon Sephis with one palm. Several colorful scales lit up on the black demon dragon Sephis. Under the power of Sephis, one of the colorful scales released a brilliant light, a special magic.
In the light, a purple-green dragon appeared in the summons.
"The Immortal Dragon, its magic can imitate the elemental spirits of life."
Bing Zhixie said unexpectedly: "You want me to bring it?"
"yes."
"Can I conquer it and become its master?"
"No." St. Yis said: "It is imprisoned by Sephis's dragon magic, and it has long been unable to control itself."
Bing Zhixie asked: "Then how should I make it listen to me?"
St. Yis took out the third item, a metal belt with transparent crystals covered with blood: "This is the blood ribbon I made based on my memory to imitate the heart of the dragon herder. Although it is far inferior to the shepherd's heart.
The Dragon's Heart is enough. Inside the sash is Sephis's dragon's blood, which is attached with Sephis's magic. You can use it to remotely control this fairy dragon, and it will be completely under your command.
"
"You have prepared everything, just waiting for me to take the initiative to find you."
"I value your strength very much. It is not because of you that you prepare these things. It is someone else who executes this plan." St. Yis said: "After you use these things, you will become a completely different person."
Bing Zhixie said: "But I don't want to be ordered by anyone. I want to be free and participate in the war in my own way."
"Do you need any more help?"
Bing Zhixie thought for a while and said, "If you can, give me a few people, people with strength."
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(I’m too sleepy. I’ll finish a few chapters tomorrow when I get up)