Chapter six hundred and sixty seventh: the lost friendship
Two years later.
Look at the [artifact] that you have carefully crafted.
Urza's face showed a feeling of joy that could not be concealed.
Can't help but think:
'I'm such a fucking genius!'
Yes, in just two years, he has successfully made sufficient progress in the profession of [Artifact Maker].
In addition to his own talent.
The [Power Stone] in Urza's hand also played a particularly important role.
His learning efficiency has been enhanced many times!
Think of the benefits that [Powerful Stone] brings to you.
His heart couldn't help but feel hot.
The instinct gave birth to many longings for a better life in the future.
But soon.
after thinking of something.
Urza's eyes slowly showed a little helplessness.
This is due to the recent slight changes in his brother Mishra's attitude towards him.
And the cause of the matter was precisely because of the [Powerful Stone] in his hand.
Just like Urza.
Mishra is also a genius-level [Artifact Maker].
This is both a good thing and a bad thing.
This directly gave both of them a reason not to give up on these two [Secret Treasures].
But [Strong Energy Stone] and [Weak Energy Stone] can only exert their greatest effect when they are gathered in the hands of the same person...
And whether it is Urza or Mishra, these two guys who have gradually begun to love the profession of [Artifact Maker] and believe that it can achieve their lifelong aspirations, obviously cannot give up their destiny in the second half of their lives.
so.
In the face of these two secret treasures, the originally close brotherly love between the two gradually developed a gap.
Although it is still far from the level of brothers fighting each other, there is no doubt that there are already signs of conflict.
And this contradiction is getting bigger as time goes by...
This is also the time.
Only then did Urza understand why there were countless rumors circulating among the people about fratricide among blood relatives due to profit issues...
He also understood that only one of the two of them could choose to give in, so that this matter could have a satisfactory ending.
But as he became more dedicated to studying [Artifact Manufacturing] and [Artifact Creation Manufacturing], he felt as if he had entered the ocean of knowledge and gained an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.
The feeling of constantly moving forward on the road of knowledge and constantly comprehending new knowledge made him addicted to it from the bottom of his heart.
It is as if the seeker has come into contact with the truth of the world!
If you hear the Tao in the morning, you may die in the evening.
That is a spiritual satisfaction that transcends the level of flesh and blood!
It can mesmerize anyone!
so.
Urza would never give up the Power Stone willingly!
Even if the person standing in the way is his brother...
Urza believed that Mishra, who was also obsessed with the truth of the world, had the same idea...
that's all.
In a very wrong atmosphere.
Time continues to move backwards.
And their teacher Tocasia gradually became aware of the tit-for-tat opposition between the two in daily life.
She didn't know the reason, so she could only say that she was trying to mediate in conventional ways.
But in the end it had little effect.
Helplessly watching the situation get worse.
One day.
"Bang!"
After a huge shaking sound.
"teacher!"
Watching the teacher accidentally die during the fight between the two of them.
The expression on Urza's face became more ferocious than ever.
For the first time, the idea of killing Mishra came into my mind!
And Misra, who also blamed the other party for the problem, also showed similar emotions.
As a result, the battle between the two officially entered a fever pitch.
But even though their skills were almost the same, they still couldn't decide the winner.
I had no choice but to stop for the time being and give priority to the teacher's funeral.
Two days later.
After burying their teacher, the two people, covered with scars, officially parted ways...
Among them, Urza left the desert area and traveled to a foreign country.
Mishra, on the other hand, remains in the desert area.
However, both sides began to develop their own power in a tacit understanding.
To pave the way for another round of fighting in the future——
A few years later.
Desert【Faraj area】.
Mishra is hiding in his secret base here, studying knowledge day and night.
Study knowledge every time.
He felt the billions of bright fires of civilization flashing one after another in his brain.
That feeling made him extremely satisfied.
At this time.
His movements suddenly froze.
With some doubts.
He looked behind him.
A figure that entered the place at unknown time also appeared in his eyes.
This moment.
Under Mishra's power.
Many artifacts behind him automatically flashed with bursts of light.
It has officially entered the activation state.
There is no accident that the other party perceives you.
He didn't even care about the artifacts that were ready to attack at any time.
Yawgmoth, who has been traveling in the world of Dominaria for many years, had a look of interest on his face. After glancing at Mishra for a few times, he said casually:
"Originally I just heard that there is a junior here with good ability.
I didn't expect that the [Weak Energy Stone] would be here with you.
It seems that you have played its role well."
Hearing this, I felt an instinctive sense of crisis.
A trace of cold sweat.
It immediately slipped from Mishra's face.
He felt tremendous pressure...
Find out the reason.
Except for the opponent seeing through his trump card at a glance.
He also vaguely judged through the [Weak Energy Stone] that the guy in front of him looked like a human being.
But the inner essence of the other party is something completely different from human beings and contains countless malicious things.
"Who are you? Or what are you?"
While asking my own questions.
Mishra also began to slowly retreat,
Be prepared to use your backup not far away and quickly implement an escape strategy.
Not paying attention to the other party's actions, Yawgmoth replied casually:
"It's really rude.
As the [God of Phyrexia], I should have sentenced you to death immediately.
But seeing that you are a capable junior, I will spare you the death penalty.
Just, you have to know.
Living sin is more difficult to escape..."
"Thank you very much."
After dealing with the other party with a few words of laughter,
Mishra, who successfully contacted his backhand, also breathed a sigh of relief.
Just when he was wondering whether he should take the opportunity to test a few words.
A sudden sharp pain.
But it came from his abdomen.
And attack Mishra's existence.
It is an artifact made by himself.
The next moment.
In Mishra's disbelieving eyes, several other artifacts cut off his hands and feet respectively.
In screams and despair.
Mishra just fell into a pool of blood with disbelief on his face.
Surrounded by many artifacts.
Looking at Mishra who was like a worm, squirming and struggling on the ground, Yawgmoth slowly stepped forward with a cruel smile on his face:
"No thanks.
Seeing that you are a talented person, I will let you successfully play your role..."