The Amber Sword: Act 204 Planeswalker’s Fire Seed

Medissa felt a shadow rushing towards her, and the blast of air blowing her silver hair fluttered like tassel. Although Fucia fluttered her wings and landed, they were still a long way from her. She landed beside Leviathan's crystallized body, proudly raised her head, and gathered her wings.

Under the moonlight, it was like a dark mountain range. On the top of the mountain, there were a pair of golden pupils, like two bright full moons, watching them.

"Hello, dear lady Fucia."

Medissa looked up and looked at the mountain. She said in her heart that she was not afraid that it was deceiving. The most famous age of Fucia was not in the present. In fact, not many people have heard of the Dragon King. Name, but in the era of War of the Holy Saints, the shadow of this evil dragon king on the battlefield is a nightmare deep in all her opponents spirit / mind.

"Well, I haven't heard this title for a few days." Fucia replied with surprise.

"I had the pleasure of meeting you, in War of the Holy Saints." Silver Elf Little Princess replied humblely.

"Oh, I should have thought of it, Silver Elf, aren't you afraid that I ate you?" Fucia lowered her head, her sharp long kiss almost in front of Long Medissa, the huge pair of golden pupils, almost better than Medissa People are even taller, with a pair of golden red pupil rings inside, as if burning endless flames. She stared at Medissa, but the latter did not have a half step of retreat.

She looked at Scippamira aside, and Priest Young Lady looked at her with curiosity, as if comparing the evil Dragon King with the lobster she raised.

"Hmm, Silver Elf is still so boring."

Fucia snorted, and came back again raises head proudly. She reached out a claw, and a tiny silver card on the sharp claw's tip was spinning there.

This action attracted the attention of Medissa and Scippamira. As Planeswalker creature, they knew what the Card was.

Fucia turned back: "Looks like you guys recognize this thing?"

"Cards of Fate."

“Ah! It is indeed called the name, but compared with the name itself, it has a much deeper meaning, a little bit small. Do you know why it is called this name? "Fucia stands high, leans at the two, and asks with arrogance.

If you are an ordinary person, you may get angry because of this tone. But Medissa knows that it is the nature of Colossal Dragons. These proud big lizards always have a sense of superiority when they face all races other than them.

She doesn't get angry with this little thing, as for Scippamira. The optimistic girl didn't feel anything wrong with the tone of Fucia.

So Medissa shook his head: "What's the secret? Dear Fucia?"

"Did your Planeswalker host not tell you?"

Medissa shook her head again, she was very humble, because her master is not really a real Planeswalker, a real Planeswalker often has to learn and grow after a long time (this is the original word of Tumen) , And Brando at most can be considered to participate in a crash course.

Fucia wanted to say a few satires, but she suddenly felt a little faint, and her golden eyes faded, and she sighed: "The Planeswalker's heritage was once the heritage of cream of the crop in the world. They are the most powerful of Vaunde. .The most legendary group of people, we are fortunate to be the last generation of Planeswalker in this world, but we have to watch it to vanish from the history of this world, decay, and no trace since then, it is not unfortunate. "

Medissa heard this sigh, and she felt a little bit in her heart. She asked: "Dear Ms. Fucia, in fact, I have such questions in my heart. I used to think that Odin is the the only Planeswalker in this world. . The Planeswalker's heritage is also cut off. But later I realized that this is a legacy that lasts for several epochs. For example, you, strong men like adults Tumen and Guzman maintain its existence. Why? Today after a thousand years. Will it wither away? could it be that promises to be a Vaunde, but only Lord Thane is the only person who can be recognized by it? "

"You're right half, little bit," Fucia replied: "Planeswalker is so powerful, but the conditions for becoming it are also so harsh. Coupled with the silence of the gods, it can maintain the power of this network already It is very weak, and in fact your Lord Thane is not the only inheritance of Planeswalker, because his appearance can only be described as an accident. "

"What do you mean?"

"Planeswalker is a rigorous system, it can be said to be simple, because its member does not need to specialize in Magic skills, spells and gestures like mortal wizards. That is command connected to the Magic network. Planeswalker command is required, they are the masters of Magic network and even higher level networks, so wizards can only be used, and Planeswalker can create. "

"But it can also be harsh, because in order to become Planeswalker, you must first have permissions. What is the permission? elf Little Princess is bloodline, which is inherent and cannot be changed, so in the golden age, bloodline is everything. The strict class determines the position of a person for a lifetime. Are you a manager (God races) or a warrior (Gold race descendant citizen (Silver Lineage)), and a worm like Black Iron races is heresy, which is almost the same as monster. monster, which is thought to have been made, look at those bronze generation monsters.

"One thousand years have passed and I did not expect that your views have not changed, Ms. Fucia." Medissa replied somewhat unhappyly.

The Colossal Dragon with seven horns slowly shook his head: "You are wrong, Little Princess, my already has changed a lot, for mortals, my already is not as abomination as in the past, we have failed, and I will not be like a puppet. Su Su's old lady is nostalgic for the past, but this is a statement of fact, but you ca n’t accept it. "

"You mean that Lord Thane has become Planeswalker's bloodline, but he is just an ordinary mortal."

"He is special, I said. And mortals have a high degree of plasticity, which is why Mother Marsha's plan may be successful. The golden age is glorious again, but already fails, mortals are cowardly, but they have Infinite possibilities, they can be free from the constraints of this world, and one day they will become the masters of this world. "

"If you think so at that time, Lord Odin may not die because of this, war may not break out, and pride and prejudice create hatred. How sad it is that so many people have died.

"That's just a possibility. Little things, mortals still have a lot to do if they want to get there. But there are many futures, every step may be lost, even some wishful thinking, Twilight now already has Will, Do you think it will really let go of the mortal world? "

"Lord Thane he will destroy that Will."

"But what about you Lord Thane? To kill Twilight, he must have the highest authority to master Marsha, take that last step, ascend the top of the world, accept the blessings of the gods, and become the crown But the master is little girl, order is immortal, Twilight is immortal, this is a dead knot. "

Medissa is silent.

Fucia shook his head: "I didn't want to discuss these with you, these topics have lasted for thousands of years stale and rotten. In the past, God racess argued over this, and so far there has been no result. People who once argued about it, now one by one has fallen, and there is only a world full of sore holes. Those great existences can't save this world. How can we deserve to be our savior? "

"You are too arrogant, Ms. Fucia." Medissa answered with a frown.

The former smiled with a mockery: "Maybe. After Odin's death, I am now a papermaker. I promised Odin to help the Buga to defend the Great Glacier. Now the Twilight Will seal already is released, and every subsequent war May be my last battle. Fortunately, I have long wanted to meet my old comrades. "

Speaking, the supreme evil dragon king sighed.

Medissa lowered her head, and her mood seemed a little low. She remembered the heroes of War of the Holy Saints who were fighting alongside her. How many of them are still in this world today?

As if feeling the emotions of the two, Scippamira pushed the arm of Silver Elf Little Princess with some worry, as if to cheer up the former.

"Thank you, Scippamira, I'm it doesn't matter." Medissa felt the comfort of Priest Young Lady and turned back and smiled at her.

Priest Young Lady also responded with a kind smile.

"Dear Madam Fucia," Medissa re-raises head, and asked: "So what is your advice on summoning?"

Fucia turned back and stared at the mountains that glowed with silvery white light under the moonlight. It was actually Leviathan's body. The behemoth was divided into two from the middle, as if it were a valley between two peaks. Of course not. The body of Leviathan, the monster, should be its projection summoned by the crystal family in this world, but it is just a projection, so spectacular.

Evil Dragon King has been did not say a word for quite a long time. It seems that the future of one's own is seen from the fate of Leviathan.

After a long time, she turned back and looked at Medissa. "I originally thought that Fire Seed, a vein of Planeswalker, would sleep with me in eternal darkness, but I didn't expect that Mother Marsha would eventually make this world completely lose hope. , At least at the last moment, she sent you and your master to me. "

Fucia pauses for a moment: "Medissa, if I remember correctly, you should call this name, and that little girl of Schimilud, don't look away, I'm talking about you"

"Master Fucia?"

"Don't interrupt, little girl, your power is too weak, it's not really the real Planeswalker's power, but from this I can feel that your master already has got some truth about the power of creation, Maybe one day, he will really grow up, but there is not much time left for him and not much time for me. "

The King of the Evil Dragon raised his head high, and replied suddenly:

"As an older Planeswalker's, let me teach you how to use Cards of Fate really."

Thousands of miles away, wrinkles crisscross the old face of Tumen, and the blood-red pupils that have been transformed like agate in the sunken eyes reflect the pair of sisters in front of him:

"Are the dead moons interesting?"

…… (To be continued.)