Before you know it, the northern fortress is right in front of you.
In view of the special status of his ancestor, Sean did not hold any grand welcoming ceremony, but directly passed the normal security and entered secretly.
Sean had already told his ancestor this clearly on the way to the Northern Fortress.
My ancestors understood this.
Just like what she always talks about, when you live to her age, you will look down on many things.
This reminded Sean of the very famous three realms of life in his previous life.
The first step is to look at mountains as mountains and water as water.
The second level is that looking at mountains is not mountains, and looking at water is not water.
The third level is to see mountains as mountains and water as water.
The ancestors are in the third level.
When it comes to the ups and downs of life, no one in the world can match him.
Elulu!
Sean and his ancestors heard a loud horse neighing before they even got close to the mage tower.
A black shadow rushed in front of Sean and the ancestor like lightning.
With the last beautiful sudden stop, a pair of huge horseshoes lit up in front of the two people. There seemed to be a mysterious magic circuit on the horseshoes, and there was a faint light of fire flashing on them.
If he was kicked hard by these big hooves, even a well-trained warrior would be kicked hard and his bones would be broken.
Neither Sean nor the ancestors even batted an eyelid.
To be more precise, Sean's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and he shouted angrily: "Tahuo, you are causing trouble for me again. Believe it or not, I will send you to the grassland as a stallion tomorrow? Believe in those gentle and amiable mares."
We must miss you very much. Look, during this time, you have gained a lot of weight."
There is no doubt that there is only one war horse that dares to act so chaotically in the northern fortress, Sean's lord's mount - Firewalker.
Although it is Sean's exclusive mount, not long after getting it, Sean also bought the Andis Giant Eagle mount Black Collar. The several large-scale battles that took place under the Evernight Army were not suitable for the use of cavalry.
Sean has ridden it only a handful of times, and I'm afraid there won't be many opportunities to use it in the future.
But once it is labeled as a lord, no one will use it.
Especially in the first few years when the Yongye Army Leader was breeding the ancient mutated horses, it could be regarded as having made great contributions and worked hard.
Many soldiers are naturally fond of it. After all, this guy is most likely the grandfather or great-grandfather of their mount.
Therefore, it has been kept free in the northern fortress and is considered a major overlord here.
Sean is the oldest, Barton is the second, and it is the third.
At least that's what it thinks.
Dark Horse Treading on Fire has a bad temper, which Sean knew from the beginning.
To be more precise, he is a relatively cheap person.
A bit like a naughty kid, but somewhat better than a naughty kid.
There are no big mistakes, just small mistakes.
Usually it's the kind that makes people laugh or cry.
Over the years, he has been nourished in the northern fortress and absorbed an unknown amount of magical energy. Not only has his strength improved, but his IQ has also improved somewhat, and he is almost becoming a spirit.
As soon as he heard Sean's threat, he immediately put away his shiny new equipment. The whole horse's energy seemed to have been pumped, its head slumped, its shoulders shrunk, and its temperament was like a hundred and eighty.
Ten major changes.
One second he was a battle-hardened elite warrior, and the next second he was a scoundrel just hanging out on the street waiting to die.
If you don't know the dark horse's nature of treading fire, you will definitely be dazzled by this change.
A pair of huge horse eyes looked at Sean with a look of pity, weakness and helplessness.
The ponytail is wagging like a windmill, almost like a dog.
For horses, this is definitely a technical job, after all, their tail structure is very different from that of dogs.
"Your war horse is quite interesting." The ancestor was amused by the miraculous face-changing technique of the black horse Treading Fire, but when his eyes turned to Treading Fire's back, he couldn't help but sigh, "Time is not forgiving, no one can
Thinking of you, little one, you have become like this."
Woof!
A yellow figure jumped down from the back of the black horse Treading the Fire, then walked slowly to Sean, rubbed his thigh affectionately, and then turned his head to look at his ancestor, his eyes showing a trace of
Doubt, it seems to be saying, do I know you?
This yellow figure is none other than Barton, the Andis hound who grew up with Sean.
Racial and age boundaries are the source of separation between life and death.
Sean's life has just started, but Old Barton has already finished his life and entered the twilight years of his life.
It can survive to this day only because of a good and loving owner who tries every means to help it survive and delay the arrival of the last moment.
But in the end, he had to accept the cruel reality that it was a dog, a dog that had entered old age before Sean had enough ability.
Even though it is much smarter than ordinary hounds, due to its racial origin, it is difficult to practice normally.
Old Barton's once shiny fur has become mottled, and his sharp eyes have become cloudy and weak. Most of them are in a deep sleep state and rarely move.
The only thing that hasn't changed is the habit of welcoming Sean.
As long as Sean's body leaves the Northern Fortress, it will lie down and wait at the city gate every day.
It knew that it no longer had the ability to hunt with Sean and run wildly in the mountains together, waiting for its master to come back. This was the only thing it could do.
Although Sean's main consciousness never left the Northern Fortress from beginning to end, he did not disturb Barton from doing so.
Because if Old Barton is deprived of the right to do this, it may deprive him of the value of his existence, his spirit, and even the motivation to live.
The only thing Sean can do is to provide convenience for his old friend as much as possible.
Let the dark horse tread the fire as its partner and means of transportation.
Sean is not so much indulging in Dark Horse Treading Fire as he is having deep feelings for his old buddy.
After suffering two losses, the chicken thief and the chicken thief clearly realized the truth of life: a horse pretends to be a dog, and he can be arrogant in front of anyone. The only thing he needs to do is obey this old dog and serve him.
In place, anyway, its energy is seriously lacking, and it lies there quietly most of the time. The rest of the time, it is not up to itself.
Later, when conditions met, Sean even opened a special energy transmission pipeline at the gate of the city where Old Barton was waiting for him, and built a kennel with sufficient magical energy.
Not only did Sean not get the reputation of using official property for personal use and being extravagant and wasteful because of this incident, but he was praised for it.
Everyone knows the deep relationship between Sean and Old Barton. If his lord has such great affection for an old dog next to him, how can he be any worse for those who are loyal to him?
Compared to a lord who is ruthless and ungrateful, most people prefer to follow a lord who values love and righteousness.
Originally, the same doubt flashed through Sean's eyes, but when he thought about his ancestor's familiarity with him, he was immediately relieved.
Since the other party has been monitoring Barton since he was a child, he must know Barton and understand the relationship between humans and dogs.
The ancestor bent down, touched Old Barton's head and said: "Loyal dogs are rare. Since you can live to see me, I will give you a chance to start over. I hope you can spend more time with my great-grandson."
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The ancestor waved his hand lightly, and an oval-shaped dome the size of a basketball appeared in his hand.
"This is?" Sean looked surprised.
The giant egg held by the ancestor was obviously not an extraordinary object. Only the black mist was wrapped around it. Even after observing it from a close distance, Sean could not clearly confirm whether the giant egg was incorporeal or physical.
The black mist entwining above was familiar to Sean. It was exactly the same as the shadow power controlled by the Shadow Soul-Eating Leopard and the Vampire Shadow Vine.
The huge vitality emanating from the dome made even Sean look at it with side eyes. Even the eagle eggs produced by the ancient Andis giant eagles carefully cultivated by the leader of the Yongye Army were not as good as one percent of it.
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"This was originally a black dragon egg, but unfortunately it fell into the shadow cracks. It was eroded by the unique shadow power there and turned into a shadow black dragon egg. Although it is full of vitality, in fact, it hatched naturally.
The chance is less than one in ten thousand, because the dragon soul in the dragon egg was swallowed up by the shadow force before it took shape. However, it is an excellent soul carrier. As long as the soul is injected into the ritual, a mature
If the soul is injected into it, it will hatch naturally." The ancestor did not show off.
Sean's eyes glanced back and forth twice at Old Barton and the Shadow Black Dragon egg. He couldn't help but widen his eyes and said, "What does the ancestor mean by injecting Old Barton's soul into this dragon egg? This
Can it be done?"
The ancestor smiled lightly and said: "This matter is not difficult for me. The main thing is whether you can accept it."
Sean's heart moved, there was something in his ancestor's words.
The chat between Sean and his ancestor seemed to be a good match but not the same.
In fact, from beginning to end, the principle is followed from shallow to deep.
The ancestor had indeed promised from the beginning and told Xiao En everything he knew.
But if you listen to this kind of thing, don't believe it completely. Husband and wife can't have no secrets at all, let alone people who have their own agenda.
Sean hadn't had time to ask about how his ancestors could survive for three centuries, such a core secret involving personal privacy.
At first, Sean guessed that his ancestors used the ultra-high magic energy concentration environment to slow down the renewal rate of their own cells, thereby achieving the purpose of extending their lifespan.
But the emergence of this soul infusion ceremony obviously makes this matter more possible.
Could it be that she was using this method to test her attitude towards this matter?
If you can't even accept injecting a dog's soul into a dragon egg.
Let alone accepting a person's soul and transferring it to another body.
"How sure is the ancestor?" Although Sean did not directly answer the ancestor's question, his rhetorical question already represented his attitude.
Although he is not considered black, he is definitely not considered white. To a certain extent, he is in a double standard in this matter.
If this kind of evil method is beneficial to him, he will have a default attitude even if he does not support it.
If it is detrimental to yourself and your own rule, you will never tolerate it.
Except for a few moral models, most people have this kind of double standard.
"Seven to eight percent." The ancestor didn't say anything. After all, the spell they cast was aimed at a dog, and it was cross-species. This was the first time she had done this.
But the smile in his eyes could never go away.
Sean's reaction made her very satisfied. She felt that it was unreal after all. If her great-grandson was a moral saint, it would definitely not be a good thing for her.
"The success rate is still a little too low. I want to directly participate in this matter and then find ways to improve the success rate." Sean pondered for a moment and frowned.
In fact, even without the ancestor's soul infusion ceremony, Sean was not prepared to accept the fate of Old Barton leaving him just like that.
Don't forget, Sean and Sophia are secretly building a second world, a world exclusively for souls.
He planned to wait until Old Barton passed away to preserve his soul. Even if it took a lot of effort, he would send it into the consciousness space to accompany him in another way.
It doesn't matter whether Sean is nostalgic or selfish.
In the past, it was just that I had nothing to do. When I had the means, I couldn't bear the people close to me leaving me one by one.
The only thing he can do is give them the right to choose.
If they were willing to accept their fate of death, return to reincarnation, and find a new illusory beginning, he would not forcibly stop them.
However, this situation mostly happens to those believers of the gods who have firm beliefs. Most normal people will choose to continue to exist in a way that they can see with their naked eyes.
"If you are interested, of course there is no problem. When will this matter start? The little guy's condition is not very good. The longer he stays in this seriously aging body, the more damage will be done to his soul.
The bigger, the lower the success rate when performing a soul infusion ceremony." The ancestor naturally didn't know that Sean was playing such a big trick behind his back, otherwise there would be no need to go out of his way to test Sean.
"The sooner the better, of course. Ancestor might as well introduce the ceremony to me later, and I'll see what preparations are needed." Sean was a little impatient.
This matter is not only related to the life and death of Old Barton, the old friend who has accompanied him since childhood, but is also closely related to the topic he has recently studied.
The plans for the second world are grand and beautiful.
But when it comes to actual implementation, there are many difficulties.
Just as one problem was solved on the front foot, another problem popped up behind me.
Sean has never felt that doing research is so difficult.
The whole process was like being stuck in a quagmire, like it was raining heavily, and there was a lot of mud and water every step of the way.
Until once again, because of the failure of a certain experiment, I became restless and restless. I went to my conscious space to calm down and saw the law rune suspended above my head.
Sean suddenly realized what the problem was.
Their plan for the second world is to break the cycle of life and death and go against the laws of the planes.
The laws of the planes are cold and ruthless.
They would create obstacles for evil men like the God of Death.
Similarly, just because Sean once worked as a wage earner for the Plane Law and obtained a Law Rune, he will not open up the rules, nor will he set many restrictions.
More accurately, the limitations themselves exist.
However, Sean was not frightened by this and gave up his research on the second consciousness world.
This is an important means for their Eternal Night Army to deal with unconventional enemies such as the Goddess of Night, Death, and the God of Truth in the future. How could they give up so easily?