Medisa felt a shadow coming towards her face, and the air flow caused her silver hair to fly like tassels. Although Foccia fluttered her wings and landed, there was still quite a distance from them, and she landed on Levi
Next to the crystallized body, his head was raised proudly and his wings were folded.
Under the moonlight, it looked like a dark mountain. On the top of the mountain, there was a pair of golden pupils, like two bright full moons, watching them.
"Hello, dear Lady Foccia."
Medisa raised her head and looked at the mountain. She said in her heart that she was not afraid, but that would be a lie. The era when Fucia was most famous was not now. In fact, not many people have heard of the Seven-pole Dragon King now.
This name, but in the era of the Saint's War, the shadow of this evil dragon king passing over the battlefield was a nightmare deep in the hearts of all her opponents.
"Hey, I haven't heard this title for quite some time." Fucia replied with some surprise.
"I had the honor to meet you once, during the Battle of the Saints." The little silver elf princess replied in a neither humble nor overbearing tone.
"Oh, I should have thought of it earlier, Silver Elf, aren't you afraid that I will eat you?" Fusia lowered her head, her long pointed kiss almost touched the front of Medissa, and her huge golden pupils almost
She was taller than the Medisa people, with a pair of golden-red pupil rings inside, which seemed to be burning with endless flames. She looked at Medisa, but the latter did not take a step back.
She looked at Hipamira aside. The priestess was looking at her curiously, as if she was comparing the difference between the evil dragon king and the lobsters she raised.
"Hmph, the Silver Elf is still so boring."
Phoscia snorted and raised her head proudly again. She stretched out a claw, and a small silver card was spinning there on the tip of the sharp claw.
This action attracted the attention of Medissa and Hipamira. As planeswalker creatures, they knew exactly what that card was.
Fusia turned around: "It looks like you recognize this thing?"
"Destiny Cards."
"Ah! It is indeed called this name, but compared with the name itself, it has a much deeper meaning. Do you know why it is called this name?" Fucia looked down at her with a sideways look.
Man, asked in an arrogant tone.
An ordinary person might be secretly angry because of such a tone. But Medissa knew that it was the nature of the dragons. When these proud big lizards faced all races other than themselves, they always had a feeling that seemed to be different from theirs.
Innate sense of superiority.
She would not be angry because of such a trivial matter. As for Hipamila, this optimistic girl did not feel anything wrong with Fossia's tone at all.
Medissa shook her head: "What secret does it have, dear Lady Phoscia?"
"Didn't your planeswalker master tell you?"
Medissa shook her head again. She was very humble, because her master was not actually a real planeswalker. A real planeswalker often had to go through a long period of learning and growth (this was Tumen's original intention).
), and Brando was at best given a crash course.
Fucia wanted to say something sarcastic, but she suddenly felt a little uninterested, and her golden eyes dimmed. She sighed and said: "The inheritance of planeswalkers was once the top inheritance in the world. They are Warnd
The most powerful and legendary group of people, we are fortunate to be the last generation of planeswalkers in this world, but we have to watch it disappear from the history of this world, decline, and never be seen again. Isn't this a kind of
Unlucky."
After hearing this sigh, Medissa felt a little emotional in her heart. She asked: "Dear Ms. Foccia, actually I also have this question in my mind. I once thought Odin was the only planeswalker in the world.
, after his death, the inheritance of planeswalkers was also cut off. But later I realized that this is a inheritance that has lasted for several epochs. Powerful people like you, Lord Tumen, Lord Trishman, etc.
It maintains its existence, but why is it dying today, thousands of years later? Could it be that the Lord is the only one who can be recognized by it? "
"You're half right, little one," Fusia replied: "The planeswalker is so powerful, but the conditions for becoming it are also so harsh. Coupled with the silence of the gods, the power that can maintain this network has been
It is very weak, and in fact, your lord is not the only inheritance of the planeswalkers, because his appearance can only be said to be an accident."
"what do you mean?"
"Planeswalkers is a strict system, which can be said to be simple, because its members do not need to specialize in magic skills, spells and gestures like mortal wizards. Those are the passwords to connect to the magic network. Planeswalkers do not
Passwords are needed, they are the masters of magical networks, and even higher-level networks, so wizards can only use them, but planeswalkers can create them."
"But it can also be said to be harsh, because if you want to become a planeswalker, you must first have authority. What is authority? The little elf princess is blood. It is innate and cannot be changed. So in the golden age,
Bloodline is everything. Strict class determines a person's position in life. Are you a manager (people of gods) or a warrior (citizen of the golden race (people of silver)). Insects like the people of black iron are heretics.
They are almost the same as monsters. They are considered to be created monsters. Just look at those Bronze Generation monsters and you will understand."
"A thousand years have passed, and I didn't expect that your opinion has not changed, Ms. Fucia." Medisa replied somewhat unhappily.
The giant dragon with seven horns slowly shook his head: "You are wrong, little princess. I have changed a lot. I no longer hate mortals as much as I used to. We have failed. I will not be like a nagging person."
You are nostalgic for the past just like any other old woman, but this is a statement of fact that you cannot accept."
"You are saying that the lord has the blood to become a planeswalker, but he is just an ordinary mortal."
"He is special, I said. And mortals are highly malleable. This is why Lord Martha's plan can succeed. No matter how glorious the golden age is, it has failed. No matter how weak mortals are, they have infinite potential.
It is possible that they can be free from the constraints of this world, and one day they can become the masters of this world."
"If you had thought that way at the time, Lord Odin might not have died because of this, and the war might not have broken out. Pride and prejudice breed hatred. So many people died, how sad."
"That's just a possibility, a small one. If a mortal wants to get to that point, there is still a lot to do. But the future is bleak, and every step may be doomed, and even some wishful thinking. Dusk now has a will, do you think it
Will you really let go of the mortal world?"
"Lord, he will destroy that will."
"But what about your lord himself? If he wants to kill Dusk, he must have the highest authority to control Martha, take the final step, climb to the top of the world, receive the blessings of the gods, and become the crowned champion.
You are the master. Little girl, order is immortal and dusk is immortal, this is a dead end."
Medisa was silent.
Fusia shook her head: "I didn't want to discuss these with you. These are ancient topics that have lasted for thousands of years. The gods and people argued about this back then, and there is still no result. But those who once argued about it,
Now they have all fallen away, leaving only a world riddled with holes. If those great beings cannot save this world, how can we be so virtuous and capable that we can call ourselves the savior?"
"You are too arrogant to belittle yourself, Ms. Phoscia." Medissa replied with a frown.
The former smiled self-deprecatingly: "Maybe. After Odin's death, now I am just a paper framer. I promised Odin to help the Buga people guard the Great Glacier. Now that the seal of the will of dusk has been unlocked, every scene after that
This war may be my last battle. No matter what, I have long wanted to see my old comrades."
As he said this, the aloof Evil Dragon King actually sighed.
Medisa lowered her head, and her mood seemed a little depressed. She thought of the heroes who fought alongside her in the Battle of the Saints. How many of them are still left in this world now?
As if feeling the emotions of the two of them, Hipamila pushed the little silver elf princess's arm with some worry, as if to tell the former to cheer up.
"Thank you, Hipamila, it doesn't matter to me." Medisa felt the priest's comfort and turned back to smile at her.
The priestess also responded with a kind smile.
"Dear Ms. Foccia," Medissa raised her head again and asked, "Then what are your instructions for summoning?"
Phoscia turned back and stared at the mountains with silvery white light in the sky under the moonlight. That was actually Leviathan's body. The huge thing was split in two from the middle, as if it were the valley between the two peaks. Of course it was not a giant.
The body of the beast Leviathan should be its projection summoned by the Crystal Clan in this world, but even if it is just a projection, it is still so spectacular.
The Evil Dragon King remained silent for a long time, as if he saw his future from the fate of this Leviathan.
After a long time, she turned back, looked at Medisa and the two of them and said: "Originally, I thought that the fire of the planeswalker lineage would sleep in the eternal darkness with me, but I didn't expect that Lord Martha still failed to make this world complete in the end.
Losing hope, at least at the last moment, she sent you and your master to me."
Phoscia paused for a moment: "Medissa, if I remember correctly, you should be called by this name, and that little girl from Himmelud, don't look around, I'm talking about you."
"Lady Foccia?"
"Don't interrupt, little girl, your power is still too weak, and it cannot be considered the power of a real planeswalker at all, but I can feel from it that your master has gained some true meaning about the power of creation.
Maybe one day, he will really grow up, but there is not much time left for him, and there is not much time left for me."
The evil dragon king raised his head high and replied in a clear tone:
"As a senior planeswalker, let me teach you how to use the Destiny Card."
Thousands of miles away, Tumen's old face had wrinkles criss-crossing it, and the blood-red pupils in his deep-set eye sockets, which were as modified as agate, reflected the pair of siblings in front of him: