Listening to this strange yet slightly familiar name, a flash of thought appeared in Lin Ge's eyes.
The werewolf who called himself Gundaruf saw his reaction in his eyes and grinned, his sharp teeth flashing with a cold light: "Since you know Rochelle, you must have heard this name from him. Three years ago
, that Walker from the Fertile Earth Sect came to the island and took away the spirituality of the Everglades. I originally invited him to join our great cause, but he refused."
At this point, he sneered and said in a rather disdainful tone: "Believers in animism always think highly of themselves and have no respect for anyone except the spirits they believe in. But now it is no longer Saint Tumi who guides the fire of human reason.
Times have changed, and the extraordinary beings who once drank magic potions to restrain erosion have long since become the remnants of history under the brilliance of magicians. Their pride is like the dying old wolf, but they imagine that they are still alive.
Being able to rule a pack of wolves is ridiculous."
Ringer remained silent and did not respond.
He had indeed heard the name of the Thirteen Hermits from Rochelle.
It was a conversation in the Lubeon Museum in Nimschel, mentioning the close connection between the changes in the three major systems of the mysterious world and human history. In the war in which the magic system wanted to replace the magic system, it was known as
Solomon, the "Father of Modern Magic", rebelled against the Modern Magic Seminar, joined the Truth Society, and gathered the power of magicians in an attempt to fight against the trend of the times. However, he was defeated miserably due to the willfulness of the Grand Duke of Mainz.
It was the great magician Solomon who, on behalf of the Society of Truth, united with twelve other forces to establish this alliance consisting of magic organizations and secret societies, which has lasted more than 700 years. Listening to Gundaruff's description,
It seems that this alliance is still active in the unknown and dark places to this day. Rochelle was only one step away from joining them, but in the end he adhered to his beliefs and did not cross the final bottom line.
Although the ending of adhering to the faith is not that satisfactory.
The city covered by the snowstorm, the ugly evil god born in the snow, and the people who died in the disaster and could no longer open their eyes... Thinking of this, Ringer's expression became slightly gloomy.
It was exactly this reaction that Gundaruf wanted to see. His eyes were aggressive on the young man without concealment, and when he spoke, his voice was as sharp as a wolf's claws: "I heard that Luo
Shel is dead. He tried to provoke the combined power of the Order, and finally died under the gunfire of the Crimson Nightgate. This is the stupidest way to die... I originally thought so, but now I smell it from you.
That death energy that should have belonged to him, so it was you who actually killed him? This is actually a very interesting thing."
He smiled lowly: "The interesting thing is that I can see the shadow of Rochelle in you. I often mistakenly think that you are the same person. He must have said the same thing in front of you. If so, why are they the same?
Or two similar people do not stand on the same front, but raise swords against each other and kill each other? Or, it is precisely because of the similarity that they must kill each other, just like a litter of wolf cubs who can only kill each other.
How can I survive as a wolf? There can only be one leader among a group of ferocious wolves? Human beings are actually no different from aliens, so sometimes I disdain the thoughts of human beings, but sometimes I want to explore their hearts, and these two
These decisions are nothing more than whims. Now, tell me the answer, human being."
He waved his claws at Ringer, and each sharp dagger was reflecting a pale cold light. His gesture was not like asking for an answer, but rather like a provocation: "Why did you want to kill Rochelle?"<
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Before Ringer could speak, Alice couldn't help it anymore and said bluntly: "What does it have to do with you? Not to mention that the guy named Rochelle was not killed by Ringer, so what if he was? What do you think?
Avenge him?"
"Revenge?" Gundaruff shook his head: "I have no interest in avenging the dead."
"Uh." Alice rolled her eyes: "Isn't this nonsense? Living people still need revenge?"
"After all, sometimes the living have more hatred than the dead."
"I don't understand. Anyway, it has nothing to do with Ringer."
"Is this also your answer?"
Gundaruff looked at the young man who had been silent, and the latter shook his head.
"Do you want me to guess a riddle, human?" Gundaruff's smile was ugly and ferocious, and there was no smile in his eyes: "Then I guess your answer is: no."
"No." Alice said as if joining in the fun: "I guess what he means is: I don't want to talk to you."
But they all guessed wrong.
What young people really mean is——
"Rochelle and I are not the same people." He looked steadily at the huge werewolf in front of him, like an ancient ferocious beast, and said word by word: "Your premise is wrong."
If even the premise is wrong, it is naturally impossible to get the correct conclusion.
This answer was obviously not what Gundaluff expected. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and his eyes became cold as if he was about to hunt. There was a chilling murderous intention and violence in them, which proved the character of the werewolf in front of him.
In fact, he is not as casual and open-minded as he pretends to be. On the contrary, wolves are savage, cruel and petty animals. The prey they target cannot escape even if they flee to the ends of the earth.
"You are very interesting." His cold voice echoed in the dark corner of the street, making people feel very empty and dead: "Solomon should like you. I heard that he has been looking for a suitable student to inherit his knowledge.
Wealth and power also inherit the cause of our struggle. Maybe you have that qualification. Come join us, human being."
He stretched out his wolf claws and his tone was unquestionable. Similarly, this action was not an invitation, but a declaration: "You are so weak now, you have not even crossed the threshold of a demigod. In the mysterious realm, you are as small as a human being."
Just a bug. And Solomon was a great magician seven hundred years ago. He will help you find a suitable path. The wolves of the Silver Moon also need humans like you as companions, like the ones under Neo Essu in the past.
The wolf cavalry is as brave and good at fighting."
The implication is that if you join the Thirteen Hermits, you will be putting your life and death in the hands of the man named Solomon; or you will be forced to hang out with the werewolves of Silver Moon, not to mention that werewolves are notoriously strange monsters.
, just the fact that they dare to attack the Temple of Sin makes people feel that this is not a very peaceful organization.
Ringer shook his head decisively: "Forgive me for refusing."
"..."
Gundaluff was not angry. He moved his claws slightly, and it was like twisting steel, making a tooth-gripping sound. His eyes passed over Ringer and Alice, and fell on the silent one.
Saint Xalia. He could see that these three people were not pretending to be fearless towards him. They did have some trump card to fight against him, but it couldn't be Ringer, a magic apprentice with only sequence 9, let alone
It couldn't be the strange-shaped holy relic in Alice's hand - he didn't smell any danger from that holy relic, and as a werewolf, Gundaruff obviously trusted his nose more.
Then the only possibility is this mysterious green-haired girl. The magic she used just now is indeed weird. Gundaruf has never seen similar magic. He even thinks that even the founder of the Thirteen Hermits, the famous
It is impossible for the man who is the "Father of Modern Magic" to recognize the origin of this magic.
Is it necessary to fight with them here? Just treat it as a test. It's best to teach them a lesson. Otherwise, it may bring some unpredictable variables to the future plan, and what he hates most are variables. Although Solomon
It was once said that the unknown is the charm of occultism, but Gundaruff refused to accept this charm. He only accepted things that could be torn into pieces by his own claws and bitten by his own teeth.
The atmosphere gradually solidified, and you could hear needle drops in the dark night. The panicked and screaming crowd on the street seemed to be two worlds apart from the two sides confronting each other in the dark alley. Suddenly, a violent and shocking roar broke the dead silence here, and everyone
Almost at the same time, he raised his head and looked in the direction where the sound came from. He saw that a dozen huge airships were slowly decelerating and landing towards the upper area. In the cabin hanging below, there were hundreds of silver-white magic doors.
The guided cannon is dissipating heat, and countless highly concentrated magic particles are floating away from the black muzzle, like gunpowder smoke after the war has cooled.
It seems that the roar just now came from a salvo of these magic cannons.
The amplitude and frequency of the city's shaking are weakening, and it seems that the battle is coming to an end. As for who will win, just look at the sun that shines again - the brilliant skylight shines into every dark corner, and the elevator on the track
It started operating with a rumble, and cheers and cries erupted from the panicked crowd. The chaos only lasted less than an hour, but it felt like a century had passed, long, painful and unforgettable.
Fortunately, in the end, this ancient city still regained its brightness.
Gundaruff looked away and showed a ferocious and provocative smile to Ringer and others: "What a pity, the fun ends here."
"But this is not the end, because the great Neoesu once told us that the defeat of one battle is only paving the way for the victory of the next battle."
"I pray that your life on this island will be happy, humans."
"Or, like me, step into this whirlpool."
He said one last word silently, and then exerted force with his feet. His huge and muscular figure leaped high into the sky, crossing hundreds of meters in an instant. He stood between the gray-brown iron roofs and the densely covered steel.
Jumping back and forth between the pipes, he disappeared in an instant.
Saint Xalia frowned slightly, Alice yelled, and Ringer stood there in a daze, recalling in his mind the words he said before leaving. Judging from the shape of his mouth, it should be——