Chapter 103 Starry Sky Vision

Chapter 103 Starry Sky Vision

Let's leave aside everything that happens on the ice field for a moment, what kind of shelter needle, dragon chasing and killing, etc., etc...

Three days later, on the eve of the National Day of the 960th anniversary of the founding of the Roland Empire.

Imperial capital.

This is the largest majestic city on the continent of Roland, and the Lancang Grand Canal in the north has been repeatedly dug by several generations of emperors of the empire, originally from a moat that only undertakes defense functions, to a large river that crosses the eastern and western territories of the empire, bordering the Oslian Mountains in the northwest of the empire in the west and the sea in the east, and is also a dividing line dividing the north and south of the empire.

Just before nightfall, the setting sun shines on the Lancang Grand Canal north of the imperial capital, slowly, the residual glow of the sunset drags on the majestic city wall, the north and west walls of the imperial capital are on average twenty meters high, and the tallest city tower is up to thirty meters, which was built hundreds of years ago in the imperial turmoil, that is, the era of the rise of the Augustinian dynasty, in order to resist the alien rebellion in the northwest and the warlords of the northern division, The Empire strengthened its defenses to the northwest at great cost. Standing on the 30-meter-high city tower, you can even overlook the north bank of the Lancang Grand Canal and the Acropolis ten miles away from the imperial capital.

Tonight, on the eve of National Day, according to tradition, the chairman of the Roland Continent Magic Union will work with the imperial court astrologers to perform divination on the highest city tower in the north, looking at the starry sky and predicting the future fortune of the empire... Naturally, it is indispensable to ask several famous scholars to write two flowery articles to cater to the current emperor, His Majesty Augustine VI.

At this moment, under the city tower, two teams of royal guards replaced the city guards to guard the city tower, and above the city tower, surrounded by countless brightly armored royal guards. On the tallest tower, stood several of the most prominent dignitaries in the imperial capital. A few people dressed in court aristocratic services are whispering, anxiously waiting for the court astrologer who is watching the stars above, although the results are the same every year, it is necessary to say some high-sounding clichés, but it is just a situation, but the face of each nobleman pretends to be worried about the fortunes of the empire, otherwise, how can he show how patriotic he is?

The only one who looked a little uncomfortable. It was an old man standing next to the stargazing tower with an indifferent face.

The old man wore a black robe, the robe was made of the rarest gold silk texture produced in the south of the empire, this golden silk is a kind of silk that grows in the south of the empire, the whole body is pure black silk spit out the silk, because it is extremely rare, the annual output is less than two hundred catties, the price on the market is more expensive than gold, so it is nicknamed "golden silkworm". This kind of silk is only for paying tribute to the court. Only a very small number can circulate in the market, unless it is a kind of top wealthy dignitary, or an extremely prominent person, can have the financial resources to wear such silk clothes.

Although this old man looked extremely old, his hair and beard were still black. Especially a pair of eyes, it is as dark and bright as the night, which is different from most people in Roland Continent who have blue and green eyes, but such strange black eyes. But it added a bit of mysterious taste to the old man.

About two steps behind this old man, there were four or five tall, short, fat and thin men, all of them with serious faces, their eyelids lowered, standing quietly behind him. All of them were wearing a set of white robes of magicians of continental standards, and looking at the magician badges on the chests of these people... These are actually wearing the gold clover badge, which symbolizes the identity of the Great Magician! These people were actually magicians

above the eighth level,

and the old man, on his robe, showed a faint gold rim on the edge. It was like a totem of flames, and on his chest, a small gold badge was pinned.

This is an olive leaf, although it is golden, but it looks very simple, under the night sky, shimmering faintly.

In the whole continent, there is only one such badge! And this badge. In the continent of Roland. From a certain point of view, it can even be more majestic than the scepter of His Majesty the Emperor.

President of the Roland Continent Magicians Union. Yago Daugan, wearing this expensive gold silk mage robe and the badge of the president of the magicians' union, watched boredly as the court astrologer in the stargazing tower pretended to squint, holding a bunch of messy things, chanting once in his mouth, looking at the sky with those pair of slitted eyes, and chattering did not know what he was muttering.

Deep down, Jago-Dougan was unimpressed by this so-called astrology. He is one of the most orthodox magicians, and orthodox magicians have always looked down on two professions: one is a magic apothecary, and as the president of the Magicians' Guild, Mr. Dougan once proposed to kick potions out of the ranks of magicians. The second is the astrologer. In his opinion, this trick of thinking that looking at the stars in the sky can get the will of the gods and predict the future is all deception. Only by delving into magic, delving into the various forces of this world, the forces of nature, that is the only way to understand the gods.

The last rays of the sun have finally disappeared, and the sky has completely darkened. To the east, a bend of the moon has quietly appeared in the sky, and as the sunlight fades, the stars in the sky gradually reveal their silhouettes.

The court astrologer wore a gorgeous robe and continued to tinker with his things with a serious face...

What makes Doug a little boring is that although no one believes in the results of divination, it is a necessary ritual, and this kind of divination every year is actually just a good opportunity for the emperor to pat the horses. Although Doug hates this kind of thing, he is the president of the Wizards' Guild, he is already in this Vanity Fair, and coming to this occasion and participating in this ceremony is a manifestation of respect for imperial power.

Moreover, the Sorcerers' Guild also receives a large donation of gold coins from the royal family every year as a fund.

The nights are still cold. Unfortunately, in order to highlight their respect for the heavens, these powerful magicians cannot use even a small magic to keep warm. The magicians are very old, and even Doug himself feels a little chilled, and he even maliciously guesses that this boring ritual will be just a small prank revenge of His Majesty the Emperor against the Sorcerers' Union? Deliberately let these people stand here at night and freeze overnight?

Doug pouted. I glanced at the underside of the castle tower.

The attendants of the temple were already waiting there, and according to tradition, the results of divination would be sent to the palace and the temple respectively, by the two "majesties" of the Roland continent, an emperor and a pope, at the same time praying in the palace and the temple. Thank God for the earthly instructions.

But things are a little different this year. The elders of the temple did not arrive, but only sent a great pope under the Pope. In previous years, the Grand Knight Commander of the Holy Knights, who was the representative of the temple, did not come this year, and the temple only sent an eighth-level holy knight to fill the number.

Three knight chiefs, one mutinied, two killed. Such news has already been coaxed to the mainland. It seems that the temple is in big trouble. I heard that the people of the Order of Elders were sent out to hunt down and kill the renegade Grand Knight Hussein.

The relationship between the Wizards' Guild and the Temple has always been cold, and Doug's heart is somewhat gloating.

It is estimated that His Majesty the Pope in the temple must be in a very bad mood now, right? With this bad mood. But I still have to pretend to be fine, pretending to be fine, and presiding over a solemn prayer ceremony... Doug smiled slightly, he didn't even notice it, he laughed out loud.

According to the regulations, in this divination ceremony, the person next to him is not allowed to make any sound.

But Doug's identity is here. Who dares to accuse him? The emperor's representative, a palace governor, only looked at the chairman of the magicians' union carefully, and did not dare to speak.

(If only now, a star suddenly descended from the sky.) That's hilarious. Doug guessed inwardly.

Just about a hundred years ago in the empire, during an astrological ceremony on the eve of the National Day, I don't know what happened, a vision suddenly appeared in the starry sky, a big star, with a roaring tail flame cut through the sky, as if falling towards the sky! The horrific scene stunned everyone, and everyone thought it was an ominous sign. Astrology ritual divination produces such a scene. All of themThey all think that's a terrible thing. As a result, after that time, this extremely unlucky omen caused a turmoil in the imperial capital, astrologers believed that it was an evil spirit descending to the world to endanger the fortunes of the empire, this excuse was used by those big figures in the imperial capital as the best excuse to attack political enemies, and for a while His Majesty the Emperor was also deeply trapped, watching those powerful people quarreling and quarrelling, and the emperor killed many people because of this.

That was a hundred years ago. Now there is such a big thing happening in the temple. If tonight the starry sky also appears once a hundred years ago. So will it cause some royal trouble again?

With malicious speculation, Doug waited boredly for the end of the ceremony.

Finally. In the middle of the night, the pretending astrologer seemed to be as tired as after running ten kilometers in one breath, he sat panting on the ground, his face was sweaty, his whole body seemed to be weak, and the prepared parchment in front of him was full of the results of his so-called divination, and those ghost talismans were probably only understood by himself.

"All right! Thanks to the blessings of the gods, the empire prospered. The court astrologer wearily rolled up the parchment and solemnly handed it to the court director.

It's hard for him... I have to do this once a year. Chairman Doug sneered secretly, but his face still pretended to be happy, watching the palace director Shuang Shuo holding the parchment in front of his eyes, the chairman of the magicians' union looked solemn, and then his finger swiped a few times, casting a permanent curing technique. This spell allows this parchment to remain undamaged for hundreds of years. Then, this ridiculous ghost drawing will be solemnly preserved in the secret files of the court...

In fact, this kind of permanent curing technique, casually pull a level five or six magician can be cast, there is no need for him Chairman Doug to do it himself, but just to make gestures and walk the process.

After finishing his final work tonight, Doug breathed a sigh of relief and could finally go back. It's really cold above this castle tower.

But as if it were fate, this night will not seem to be peaceful!

Just as everyone was about to leave, suddenly, they heard a sound of thunder like a summer night in the sky, and then when everyone looked for prestige, they saw that above the sky in the northeast, a shining point of light was rapidly expanding. Immediately a star, red all over, with a long tail flame roaring, the long tail flame was like an upside-down broom, whistling, cutting through the sky, as if a red fire burned the sky out of a scratch, falling towards the west...

Everyone was stunned. As if sluggishly, he looked at this vision in the sky...

For a long time, the palace director suddenly changed color, his face showed a panicked expression, opened his mouth, and suddenly shouted: "The stars are falling!" The stars fell!!! Broom Star!!

This shout immediately resonated with everyone, as if a stone had been thrown into the surface of the water calmly, and suddenly, there was a buzz. The voices boiled, and everyone had different faces, some panicked, some pensive, some snickered. There are concerns...

In short, everyone has a different kind of mind in their hearts, worried about the country and the people, worried about the national fortune because of this terrible celestial phenomenon, and some people know about the turmoil a hundred years ago. Secretly calculating what kind of turmoil this matter may cause, and some people began to calculate how to take advantage of the momentum of this matter...

The only people who didn't make a sound were Mr. Doug, the chairman of the magic union, and the court astrologer.

The difference is that Doug feels a little ridiculous, he is a magician, but he does not believe that this phenomenon of stars is guided by some gods. It's just that I just had that thought in my heart, and this happened. I can't help but feel a little ridiculous, is it suitable to be an astrology master?

And that court astrologer was already completely frightened stupid!

The broom star appears! This is clearly a big ominous! It's clearly a big bad omen! And he "divination" the result of the prosperity of the country just now. Immediately this broom star appeared, didn't he pump himself fiercely?

It is small to lose face, but when this incident happens, His Majesty is angry, I am afraid that he will be unlucky! ! !

Plopped down, the court astrologer fell softly to the ground, but no one around him reached out to help him. And someone with pitiful pitying looks at this guy ...

A hundred years ago, when the broom star appeared in the sky. The emperor immediately cut down the court astrology master!

This guy... It seems that he is another unlucky ghost.

Broom stars or whatever. Chairman Doug didn't bother to get involved in such a boring thing. Let these royal nobles mess around on their own, and the Sorcerers' Guild will not be caught up in this dispute.

Thinking of this, Chairman Doug nodded to the already faceless palace chief, and then prepared to leave.

But at this time, a man wearing a mage's robe quickly ran up the city tower, and several nobles were squeezed down along the way, if it weren't for the fact that he looked at his mage badge level was very high, and he was famous in the imperial capital, many people knew him, I am afraid he would have been stopped by the royal guard.

The mage who broke in quickly ran to Doug's side, and then he didn't care about any etiquette, and with a solemn face, he leaned in front of so many people and whispered something in Doug's ear.

Originally, the chairman of the magic union was still a little dissatisfied, thinking that biting his ears and whispering in public was a very unruly move, but before the words of reproach in his mouth could be spoken, hearing the other party's whispered words, his face suddenly changed!

Chairman Doug's body trembled slightly, and the people standing around him couldn't help but wonder. What is it that can make the leader of this continent-wide magician change color?

"He... Really dead? How gloomy and gloomy Doug's face was: "Are you sure?

"OK." The magician who broke in was full of cold sweat on his forehead: "The original stone left by him has been shattered..."

There were several people standing close to each other, and when they heard this last sentence, they couldn't help but feel strange.

In the Magicians' Guild, those high-level magicians whose status has reached a certain level can get great honor and even some direct help from the Magicians' Union. Because any powerful magician is a valuable strength and wealth for the magicians' union. Unfortunately, all strong people are eccentric by nature, and they like to be free and unrestrained, and even like to travel everywhere. In order to cope with this phenomenon, the magic union uses a "Natal Stone", which is a kind of life mark magic, and every great magician will leave his life mark in the original stone. And once this magician dies, even in the ends of the earth, the original life stone has a sense and will be shattered, so that the magicians' union can at least grasp whether these high-level magicians are still alive in the world.

"Are you sure it's his piece?" Yago Doug, the leader of the magicians of the Roland continent, his dark eyes flashed with deep eyes, if he was close to him. It can even be found that the chairman of the magicians' union is even trembling his fingers.

"OK." The mage who came to report the letter whispered, "It's the oldest piece of rough stone stored... It really crumbled.

After all, he was the chairman of the Magicians' Union across the continent, and Jago Doug immediately realized that this was not a place to show his emotions, and he tried to fix his mind and quickly gave the order:

"Go and check immediately!" Where exactly did he die and how he died. I don't think there are any other strong people on this continent who can kill him! Oh, my GodHe actually died... Be sure to find out! And the female apprentice he brought to the Sorcerers' Union for assessment. That little girl, that stuttering eighth-level magician! Be sure to find her! By the way, the most important point, you remember! Yago Doug took a deep breath: "Last month, according to the report. Didn't he take that little young master of the Luolin family away? Find him! Find that little young master of the Luolin family! We must at least know what happened! For what the hell, such a powerful magician will die! Maybe when he dies, that little young master of the Luolin family will be by his side! Go check it! But look! Just go!!

After

that, the mage who reported the message quickly responded. Yago Doug reluctantly smiled at the surprised looks cast by the people around him, and then sighed: "It's nothing, don't be surprised, but today seems destined to be an ominous day... The Magicians' Guild has lost a legendary Great Magician! My mentor with the previous president of the Magicians' Guild, the great legendary magician... Gandorf, died. As

soon as the words fell, the audience was in an uproar~

'On

this night, the whole imperial capital. They were all alarmed by that unexpected vision of the starry sky, just when Mr. Yagodoug changed color for that amazing news.

At the northern end of the Roland continent, across the Lancang Grand Canal, across thousands of miles of the northern plains, all the way to the vast frozen forest, in the dense forest, the snow is as thick as a person's knee.

A group of people were walking through the woods with difficulty.

Du Wei took Hussein's place and walked at the front of the queue to open the way, holding Hussein's longsword in his hand. The original long sword of 100 refined steel. It was covered with terrifying cracks, and the blade was full of dense gaps.

Du Wei's situation is very bad. He walked with a limp, and the long sword in his hand was more useful as a crutch in addition to occasionally splitting the thorns that stood in the way in front of him.

And behind Du Wei, the paladin Hussein's situation is worse than Du Wei, Hussein wrapped his head with a cloth, and his left eye was also wrapped, under the cloth, there was red blood oozing out of the color, the knight looked extremely weak, gasping, coughing uncontrollably, blood mixed with spit flowed from the corners of his mouth, his chest and back were hit hard, and an arm was simply hung on his chest, This made him walk very unsteadily, and reluctantly followed behind Du Wei.

And later, a woman who was almost terrifyingly beautiful was naturally Her Majesty Queen Medusa. It's just that Her Majesty Queen Medusa is almost transparent at the moment, her eyes are still closed, and her expression seems to be indifferent, but surprisingly, she can't walk on her own. Beside her, a large rat more than one meter tall, Gegewitch is supporting her hard, Medusa's body is soft as if there is no half a bone, almost half of the weight of the body is pressed on the poor mouse prime minister's body.

And Gegewitch, God is pitiful, almost all of its gray hair has been charred black, the long rat's tail is half cut off, and even one ear is almost cut off.

In this group, the only one who seems to be intact is the elegant penguin, Mr. QQ.

QQ still twisted its fat body, barely following the end of the line with its short feet.

Du Wei, Hussein, Medusa, Gegewu, QQ.

In this small team, whether it is a man or a snake or a mouse or a penguin. They are all dejected, with a solemn face.

And only, one less person.

The old magician, the old immortal, is no longer in the ranks.

It is extremely difficult to walk in the frozen forest, Du Wei and the others, everyone has injuries on their bodies, and this queue has several top powerhouses in the continent. Now almost crippled, even walking in the frozen forest is difficult.

"Canyon! See! It's the canyon! We've reached the territory of the Tree-Terrans. Du Wei, who was walking in the front, suddenly shouted loudly.

In the distance, in the gaps of the dense trees, you can see the low peaks on both sides stretching out, and it is the same canyon that was originally occupied by Medusa.

"Inside, the fountain of youth and immortality there can heal your wounds, Hussein." Du Wei sighed.

The knight's face was gloomy, and he also said something. Snorted in a low voice.

He suddenly straightened his chest and strode past Du Wei, his steps faltered, but with a trace of unyieldingness, Du Wei sighed. Looking at Hussein's back, he was about to say something.

The knight suddenly turned around and glanced at Du Wei with his only remaining eye: "Remember, sooner or later." I'll kill it back! Use that old dragon's head to pay tribute to that dead old immortal fellow!

"I believe." Du Wei nodded, there was no trace of joking on his face, and his eyes showed determination: "Although I don't like that old guy very much either, we will definitely seek revenge on the dragon clan!" It will definitely be!

"Du Wei." Hussein suddenly shook his body, and he, who had originally insisted on it with a will, finally couldn't stand up at this moment, and he shook for a while. Reaching out to support a large tree beside him, the remaining eye stared at Du Wei carefully: "Listen." The old dragon killed him, so now, you and I are the only remaining descendants of Aragon in this world. I don't care if you want to or not, we must undertake this mission! Especially you! So, I hope you don't think twice again, the current situation does not allow you to waver! If we want to seek revenge on the dragons, then you must grow into a strong man like Aragon! Otherwise. None of us are opponents of that old dragon. None of us!

So what happened in these three days?

A few years later. Du Wei once mentioned to the people around him the first adventure of his life, from the frozen forest to the sacred mountain of the dragon clan. Speaking of the matter of fleeing back and returning, mentioning the hunting game agreed with the dragon patriarch at the end, after that, Du Wei will have a faint hatred for this experience.

"At that time, we had already found a way to deal with that ice field magic array, but no one expected that the dragon patriarch, that old dragon, came too quickly! I thought we would go for two days first, and there would be another day after he caught up, so we would have at least three days to escape. But I didn't expect it... That old dragon came too quickly, and in less than two and a half days, it had already caught up with us... If it weren't for Gandorf..."

Well, let's turn the clock back to three days.

Location: Forgotten Ice Fields.

Time, three days before the National Day of the 960th anniversary of the founding of the Roland Empire.

A terrible storm swept through, and several tornadoes formed a storm mass that was almost terrifying, enveloping a group of adventurers. The magic array may be broken through at any time...

"Wind needles? This is a wind shield? Du Wei looked at QQ and looked incredulously at the thing he was holding in his hand.

Because, QQ finally found a long box from many relics in Aragon, and when it was opened, it was a longsword with an ancient shape!

On the scabbard are seven eye-sized gemstones, red orange, yellow, green, blue, purple! Seven colored gemstones are set in the scabbard, and the hilt is densely covered with a circle of strange patterns, making it feel very tight in the handComfortable.

I don't know how many years this sword is old, but... This is clearly a sword!

"This is a wind needle." QQ's tone was firm: "I will not be mistakenly remembered what the master of Aragon left to me by his own hands."

Behind

him, the old magician had been staring at this thing blankly, and suddenly, he shouted loudly: "This... This is the sword of Aragon! "What

?" Du Wei glanced back at the old fellow.

"The colorful gems on the scabbard are actually the magic cores of the seven high-grade demonic beasts that Aragon killed when he traveled the continent during his lifetime! This is one of the most powerful magic blessing weapons ever documented! And unmatched, indestructible! The old magician suddenly became excited:

"This... This is the sword of the king! It is the sword of the king left by Aragon! Windshield needles

, exactly? Still is... Sword of the King?!

"Okay!" Du Wei roared loudly: "Stop talking nonsense! It doesn't matter what kind of king's sword or what kind of wind shield needle this thing is! As long as it protects us from this damn storm! Otherwise we're going to be finished! Now, QQ, tell me how to use this thing! Fast!

QQ glanced at Du Wei with dissatisfaction: "I said it, I don't like this name very much!" "Quick

!" Du Wei had no patience to grind his teeth with this penguin.

"Okay." QQ sighed: "Master Aragon told me that as long as his missionary can pull

it out of this scabbard..."