Dust of History Chapter 61:

But why on earth did he go that way? What was he doing at Morrill with the hilt? The good path was specially reserved by Archibald for the acting guildmaster who had practiced true meditation. "

"I don't know, I don't bother to guess, I only know that the person who raised the black star has really appeared, and our road has finally come to an end. This is the fate of us who guard the destiny .We can only watch, wait, and accept our fate." Shante replied lightly, his voice still dry, without joy or worry. "That's why I just want to come here to have a look now."

Stephen stopped talking. The two necromancers stared at the black star on the altar together. The strong wind was still fierce, and the two old men stood like two statues on the top of this dead mountain.

The Necromancer Guild was established by Archibald to protect this, and he also created necromancer magic based on the breath on this artifact: Necromancer Guild, Necromancer Magic, Necromancers, all It is because of this sword that it exists.

"What Master Archibald said... is really an irresistible fate?" Stephen said after an unknown amount of time.

Santer's pair of brows that were not much left frowned, and his eyes that had been staring at the dark star turned to look at Stephen, and said lightly: "You should not be like Aiden and Nimbas who don't know how to advance and retreat. The clown should not have Sandro's impulsive and reckless personality. Can't even you face fate head-on?"

"It's not that I don't dare to face it. At our age and stage, what else is there that I dare not face..." Stephen said lightly, but he was stunned for a short while, his eyes were still sober and flexible .

"It's just a suspicion."

"Doubt?

Stephen didn't answer. He was the one who established Dejagu, the necromancer was also invented by this magic genius, and everything about the necromancer was created by him. The Necromancer suspects Archibald. It seems unbelievable like the people in the church doubt the Lord in heaven. But believers do not necessarily have to be pious, and piety does not necessarily mean sincerity.

Sante understands that necromancers are clear and lofty, but their minds are not easily paralyzed by any belief or prophecy. He opened his mouth and said slowly: "It's useless even if you doubt it. When he picked up the hilt and merged with the breath inside. The breath emanating from his body has already resonated with the imprint of the blackness in my body, I can hardly bear to kneel to him."

"It was only then that I realized that as long as he really raised the black star, whether we want it or not, the imprint of the black star left in our bodies will automatically make us surrender to him, just like me The dread knight I made will be controlled by my mind. When we become necromancers and accept the brand of the black star, and get the right to live in the Shadow Spiral Mountains and Diya Valley, we have actually accepted our own destiny long ago. This is a fact, you don't have to doubt it."

"So that's how it turns out...it turns out that this submission is not an advice or a rule. It's an irresistible fact." Stephen smiled wryly, but then shook his head and continued. "But I don't doubt this, I doubt Lord Archibald. Maybe not everything is as expected by Lord Archibald."

"Oh? How do you say it?"

"At least the road that was originally taken by the acting guild leader was taken by that kid. Master Archibald did not expect this. Or, he may not have expected the appearance of this kid .”

Sante was silent for a while, then nodded: "Lord Archibald is only a human being, not a god. He has no reason to predict everything five hundred years later."

"But it was this unexpected kid who picked up the dark star...and embarked on a path that was not prepared for him..."

Sante didn't speak or express anything, just listening to Stephen's words quietly.

"The most important thing is that I really don't understand what Master Archibald wants. He left the meditation of truth, the robe of the ghost king, and also predicted that the person who pulls up the black star will become a dead man. The king of spirits...but he never seemed to say that he would let the necromancer pull up the black star."

"Qingming Gaoyuan originally had no desires and no desires. The real necromancer would not try to be the king of the undead. Only idiots like Aiden and lunatics like Vidna would think about it. Although Over the past five hundred years, there have been quite a few such idiots and lunatics, but all of them died in the end by barely practicing true meditation." Shante said lightly, his eyes twitched, as if recalling it. smiled. "Hey, decades ago, I was almost crazy..."

"Teacher, the passageway that you guarded is from Morier's. In fact, it is not the only way to see the black dragon. Almost every generation of acting guildmasters will check the seal. Why is the acting guildmaster who practiced the meditation of reality But you can but you can go that way”

Sante glanced at him and said lightly: "Unexpectedly, you are also a restless guy. Is it meaningful to delve into these?"

"Just curious." Stephen smiled slightly.

"I went to the Far East, and I found some strange things in your mind."

Stephen still smiled and did not speak.

"There is no need to be curious soon. That kid should have arrived at Morrill's place. What should happen will happen eventually, we just need to watch quietly."

"Well...maybe." Stephen nodded, looking at the so dark mass of standing sword body, he didn't speak any more. After a while, he turned around and walked towards the way he came.

The steps made of countless obsidian are like a slender line, stretching from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain on the huge mountain. Stephen's steps are very big, and soon he becomes an inconspicuous part of this thin line smaller.

"The acting guildmaster of the Necromancer Guild cut off the hilt of the Black Star? How could he still guide you to give me the hilt of the Black Star? What happened to the disciples of Archibald? Five A hundred years doesn't seem like a long time. Only the smartest and most talented people can enter the Necromancer Guild, and the Necromancers who he said will remain clear and lofty, what happened to these? Even the hilt of the sword fell into the It's a shame that someone else has it."

Morrill looked at Asa and smiled like an adult who saw an ignorant child do something ridiculous. Her smile was so resonant that it neighed like hundreds of elephants, Asa almost couldn't help covering her ears.

He just felt dizzy, not just this gigantic laugh. Morrill's reaction, the reason for his laughter, and his words all made him even more confused when he was already in a fog.

"The nature of the dragon is still the hatred sealed by Archibald, so I will definitely accept the Black Star. They all think so? Do they understand that thing, or do I understand it? Archibald and I How much do they know about the matter between them? They regard him as an unattainable deity, why didn't they expect him to play some tricks?" Morrill's smile began to have a taste of ridicule, and the tall and tall A combination of strange faces approached Asa, asking each word word by word. "What about you, how much do you know? A great young man who wants to save the world and quell disputes."

Asa didn't speak, he didn't know what to say, he didn't even know what to think. The inside of his head felt like little better than a gooey mess.

Grandma Al didn't lie to herself, it was just that Grandma Al was wrong. Although she still didn't know what was going on, she already knew that Molier's place was by no means the end point where everything could be solved as he expected.

The hard work and expectations from the beginning to the end are not in vain, and even the anger when Lancelot snatched the hilt of the sword now looks as ridiculous as a puppet show.

"Interesting human beings, so interesting. Self-righteous little reptiles..." Morrill was still laughing, and a huge sound wave radiated from Hao's petite body like a raging wave, hitting Asa's chest In the ear, rushed into the heart, and hit the psychological defense line that he had been suppressing.

"Laugh at you~IndoMTL.com~ Shut up." Asa yelled suddenly. His eyes were already red, staring at the red-haired woman in front of him. Extreme disappointment, confusion, and the feeling of being fooled and despised were like pots of oil burning on his suppressed anger, and finally broke out.

Morlier did stop talking immediately, her laughter stopped, she looked at Asa, and asked word by word: "What can you do if I don't stop talking?"

Asa is silent, he really can't do anything.

"Being able to come here shows that you are not too stupid. You should be able to understand that I said that killing you is useless, but it does not mean that you cannot be killed." It's the same as human beings.

Asa took a deep breath, suppressed all the anger that had been vented a little, and said, "I only know that if I don't come or if I come and don't make a move, then you are dead."

"You mean I should be grateful?" Morrill smiled, and her smile returned to the kind of smile that didn't have the slightest kindness. "Using human moral values ​​to impose on other animals is one of the most self-righteous places in human beings."

"Didn't you say you would thank me?" Asa reluctantly responded.