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Chapter 348 Four thousand years ago

Serana made it very clear that she was only one step away from releasing her vampire bloodline and could take it at any time. The person who decided to take this step was actually Lu Zhengkang. He offered to help, but at the last moment, he was still hesitant.

he.

Lu Zhengkang smacked his lips, he hadn't mentioned the ebony warrior he met yet.



Brelina looked at the hanging Jonas with horrified eyes.

She was clearly aware that what she saw was all illusion, but this was different from dreams. It was not a private and spontaneous experience. This type of magic hallucination was like receiving a signal, and everything she saw was

There is authenticity.

If what you see is real, of course it doesn't mean that Jonas was hung from the tree, but that Jonas's spirit has penetrated deeply into the bones of the earth. Only in this way can others see such a strong individual.

Mark... This represents a talent, an enviable talent.

Brelina knew that this boy was hard-working, lively and funny, had an adoptive father who was good at cooking, and liked to exercise, but he had not shown any amazing magical aptitude before.

The dark elves walked among the tidal colorful clouds, as if they were walking on a sea of ​​sand. The sun, stars, and eight moon stars above their heads all showed their majestic shapes in the deep black space and gorgeous nebulae. The banyan tree seemed to go deep into the universe, and like

It supports the sky, and every branch is engraved with beauty and antiquity. Just by gazing, you will hear mysterious whispers, lost wisdom, like the chirping of insects and birds, and the gurgling of water, flowing through the heart.

Brelina saw the blazing flames turn into a huge tornado, reaching up to the sky and covering the earth below. Wherever it passed, the earth was scorched for thousands of miles.

Gu'ao's spell blasted in her ears, and she trembled and fell. Finally, she saw the boy stuck on the aerial root opening his eyes slightly, with colorful gemstones shining out.



Jonas looked around blankly. He saw an unfamiliar room. The desk was made of stones. The scattered papyri covered with black writing extended from the table to the ground like fountain water, covering half of the room. There were burning lights on the ceiling.

A ball of yellow flame condensed into a fist-sized sphere, filling it with light and warmth.

When the boy saw this house, his first thought was that it was messy, then broken, then dirty, then poor, and then...

Otherwise, this house would be too miserable.

There is a thin black iron door on the wall not far to the left of Jonas. There are some simple patterns on the surface. In the firelight, the door surface flashes with suspicious colored oily stains. Perhaps it is the contamination of some alchemical materials. Boy

I was disgusted by this, and there were some buckets piled up in the corners of the room. The deeper they got, the dirtier they became. The lids of the outer buckets were opened, and a strange smell was wafting out.

Jonas stood up from the stone bench. He was about to go out and take a look. At this time, the broken iron door shook violently and made a banging sound. There was an uninvited guest outside. This rapid knock on the door seemed very violent.

And hasty.

A man with a rough voice yelled something in Old Nordic. Jonas didn't do much research on this unfamiliar language. He could read and write some basic sentences, but his listening and speaking skills were very poor. Faced with the current situation, he couldn't

Falling into a chicken-and-duck dilemma.

The man outside had a lot of bald mouths like machine guns. Jonas tried hard to listen, but the more he listened, the more dizzy he became. He was so angry that he also yelled at the people outside the door.

"Go away!" After saying this word, Jonas's Old Norse vocabulary library has almost reached its bottom. It is embarrassing to say that when he learned those foreign languages, the thing he mastered the fastest was all kinds of swear words. Not only could he speak them, but he also

The correct meaning of some words depends entirely on the teacher's good teaching.

After Jonas cursed, he realized that his voice was old and hoarse. The grumpy man at the door suddenly stopped moving, and the atmosphere suddenly became as cold as ice. Jonas was quite dissatisfied with such eerie silence.

Discomfort.

He stepped to the door and stretched out his hand to pull the latch. The palms of this body were very skinny, like a gray-black old wood, with mottled ink and dull touch. The latch was dirty, but this hand was obviously dirtier.

Jonas originally wanted to wrap his sleeve around the latch, but now that he saw the situation clearly, he decided not to do it.

Opening the door, Jonas looked at the man who was knocking on the door. In the darkness, behind the visitor was an unlit circular corridor. Opposite the door, he faced the snowy outdoors. The daylight could not illuminate

Entering this stone house, the firelight from behind Jonas cast his shadow on the young man's face, casting strangely concave and convex black dark areas on the man's sharp facial features like mountain peaks, while the man's eyes were shining.

, like an eagle.

Jonas briefly looked down at the guy in front of him. Although his body was old and slovenly, he was very tall and his appearance must have been extremely majestic. This man with eyes like an eagle lowered his head the third second he looked at him.

"Father." The man said this. Jonas understood this sentence, but then, the man's hurried argument made him confused, "Brother...unfair...dangerous..."

Jonas's silence obviously misunderstood the man. He stared at his father with angry eyes, and then left angrily, running into the wind and snow, and was swallowed up by nature.

Just as the previous guy left, before Jonas could take a breath, another group of uninvited guests came running over.

The leader was a very tall and handsome old Nord man. Although he had a full head of hair, he had a ruddy complexion and a strong spirit. He was wearing luxurious and complicated animal skin clothing, various gold and silver ornaments, and a beast cap on his head.

Tooth crown. This kind of dress has a vitality. The clothes have soul and language, and become a strong visual signal, always conveying a sense of noble class. Even a pig dressed like this will make people feel sincere.

Awe.

Jonas was immediately in awe when he saw this guy. The guest and the original owner of this body were old acquaintances, and they started chatting when they met. The visitor was followed by tall soldiers and mysterious mages, who looked at Jonas's face.

His eyes were also full of reverence.

"So so... so so..." the old man muttered, smiling and patting Jonas's arm, but Jonas didn't understand even half of the sentence, because this guy with a high status spoke in an quaint way, even mixed with...

A long section of dragon language, the young boy could only do his best to perform it when the book was ready to be used.

"Hmm, ah, um, haha..."

After some calm observation, Jonas successfully exhausted the other party's patience.

King Harald showed a disappointed expression, "Gordo, you are still so kind-hearted and your loyal words are harsh to my ears. We have known each other for many years, how could you possibly cheat? Be careful of the thieves around you. Cut them off when they are needed, and don't let them be single-minded."

Love hurts your own body. Your life is worth more than thousands of troops, so you must take care of yourself.

"Moreover, don't forget to attend the court in seven days. I can't convince the public without you."

"Hahaha, uh uh uh..."

"That's it, it's getting late, see you in seven days."

Jonas watched the old man leave and let out a sigh of relief, finally getting over it.

He was afraid that someone would come again, so he hurriedly closed the door. Unfortunately, God wanted to get in trouble with him. There was a roar from outside the door, and then the door panel in Jonas's hand was knocked away.

"Hit your lungs!"


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