Fantasy World Transmigration Chapter 159: Evil Eye

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The wind raged, and the disordered airflow was like a whip, whipping everything around.

When a big tree with two palms gripped by the port was pulled into two sections by a 'wind whip', Chen Ang stood beside it, and the branches wrapped in the wind were like strong arrows, enough Penetrate two layers of chain mail. In such weather, going out has become a very dangerous thing. The empty water in the deep water city was like a ghost.

For the citizens here, the safe underground world has been blood-washed by unknown forces and is being rebuilt. In a short time, they dare not risk their lives to try. The earthly world is also raged by the gusty wind. The believers of the God of Scourge also have elements of the wind belonging to him, strange, supporting the strong wind to attack everywhere, spreading fear.

Everything seems to be calm, but some things that Chen Ang needs are fermented in this kind of waves!

"Since that night, everything has gone wrong, I can feel an undercurrent surging around me, some young children, they were promising, but now their eyes are stained with something else Ambition and desire ... "

Kilben. Black Staff looked at the raging wind element in the sky, standing at the place where Pilgal was once, the great sage coming from afar, and Il, who was also a voter of the goddess of magic Mistra with him Munster speaks. Ilminster shook his head: "Children's ambition is not a bad thing, old friends, you know, who was not young when he was young? Who did not make mistakes when he was young? Ambition is the pride of young people ..."

"But some mistakes are irreversible, and young people are more tempted! Once they make mistakes, they will go further and further on the wrong path. We should guide them correctly, rather than sit back and watch them fall. Dark ... "He was silent for a moment. With a sigh: "Three children have departed from their vows and committed a murderous mistake."

"Old friends, we can't do it! The path of goodness is too tortuous. But the temptation of evil is close at hand." Ilminster took a deep breath and sighed: "Irritability is every young Everyone makes mistakes. You ca n’t let them stick to goodness and love, equality and understanding like us. They ca n’t see suffering as pearls, torture as wealth, and they do n’t realize what is really important to themselves! ”

"They naively believe in justice and seek it from the outside world, but we all know that justice is in our hearts. But it does not exist with Feren. From Bode's Gate to Deepwater City, from Am to Icewind Valley , Fairness and justice never exist! But the belief and persistence of justice are the most precious ... "

"Do you still recognize the man in black robe?" Kyleburn asked with wide eyes.

"I felt the trembling coldness three months ago. At that time, I thought it was an illusion. Until a few days ago, I heard the abyss trembling and the gods were crying. At that time, my ears were ringing. In the tide of primitive magic, I heard the praises of the origin of evil. Until the end, the whole world echoed that name ... "

His eyes flicked for a moment, and he murmured: "That name that cannot be said!"

"Please allow me to call him by the name of the **** on the Black Staff Tower--Milko!" Ilminster laughed. He looked at the weak Kelben Black Rod, tormented by the shadows of fear, and blinked at him, "Yes, Mirko! Did you forget your old friend? Here, you let death practice It itself. The **** of the dead has become a lone soul ... "

Ilminster laughed as he spoke, Kyle froze for a while, and then laughed, as if they had returned to the holy days of the saints. That thrilling adventure, they were at midnight. Klanwo together, in the deep water city to send the **** of death Milcourt to heaven. That's the adventure that made them famous!

"Haha! Old friend. I almost forgot the past ..." Celtic swept away the gloom and fear before him. His memories in his youth made him energetic, and his face was also flushed. They Together they sang the work of the minstrel praising that great history, and the epic poems of Midnight Goddess of Magic and Walker Bluewo.

Go with God!

Pleasant singing freed Celtic from the shadow that had always enveloped him: "Old friend! After contacting you, I peeped at the name without permission."

Ilminster shook his head solemnly: "Crash is not a good habit of the mage, old friend! You should not try to spy on this evil and powerful being, whose name is the King of Darkness, his name Being the evil lord, who spies on him will be cursed! Cautiousness is our most important persistence in protecting ourselves. "

"Yes, Darth Milcow! I should not try to spy on him!"

Celtic said, there seemed to be a trace of guilt, "Darth, is the dark side of the universe. I have never looked directly at such a pure darkness, that rich pure black, let my silver fire It was dying. I tried to peep into the deeper side of the name, but I felt a lot of evil and powerful souls ... "

"They represent the name, and use blood and power to impress the name with majesty. Many of them are extremely evil, and their wisdom and power make me feel small and ridiculous, when they touch the deeper darkness they represent. , Ilminster, my soul is suffering for this ... "

"The crazy thoughts in my mind made me sleepless all night. During that time I was chaotic and indescribable. I was sure that I fell into the abyss deeper than the abyss. The special monster is in my body. What makes me the most painful is that I despise the gods very much, they are mean and ignorant ... "

"I think I have touched the great existence of this universe, and the world tells me that he is called Force!" Celtic curled up, looking old and tired. "I've got my soul to fight its call and wake up every day. At the time, my soul was wounded. "

"Everything has passed, Celtic!" Ilminster hugged him. His voice was rough but the power in the words was very warm. He comforted his poor old friend and said: "The goddess is still Take care of you, bless you under His glory. "

"But I'm scared, old friend!" Celtic murmured: "Force is like my mother ..." He buried his head in his arm and didn't want to hear Ilminster's unraveling : "I am hesitating, if the gods are shallow, where will my soul convert? In my craziest days, the gods make me sick!"

Ilminster can feel the kind of torture and uneasiness, because truth is sometimes more terrible than blasphemy. The reason why the Master is difficult to piety the gods is nothing more than a truth-seeking heart for the gods. Demystifying their truth is more sinful than blasphemy, because the former makes them angry. And the latter scares them.

It was a master who played with human nature. The old mage smoked a few sips of tobacco to warm himself to dispel the lingering chill. The man in black robe, or Mirko, can always grasp human nature. The most vulnerable place. He knows that lies and deception can only last for a while, but the truth can permanently change a person.

Let a person know the truth that he should not know. More terrifying than deceiving him, Ilminster knows how that kind of truth can destroy a person, like being dominated, ruled, and exploited by the city guards who know the truth of the nobles and the council. They must understand their situation and deception.

The fact is that they have no future, or that most of them have no future, serve, survive danger and war, and finally retire as the backbone of a moderately wealthy family. Support a warm little family. Young people cannot accept the future without a future, nor do they understand the preciousness of indifference and warmth.

Ilminster is willing to exchange it with all his own, but he also knows. Those young people are relentless about this, they are chasing power, wealth, prestige and dignity, they are eager to become people, and the truth is, it is impossible!

Businessmen, nobles, guilds and councils. Those who are already standing there can't make room for them.

This is the truth they should n’t know, and it will certainly arouse ambitions that they should n’t have. Then angry at injustice, suppression and framing. In the end, this anger for fairness and justice will burn everything.

Those smart young people, those children who were instilled with conspiracy and power art by Mirko, they will surely use this evil-given weapon to chase their dreams and ambitions. Ilminster is sad about this. There will be no winners in this game of power, and the hypocrisy justice exposed by Milkow will eventually destroy these children.

With Deepwater City.

Ilminster pressed the bronze ring in his palm tightly. He was a little scared. Because of this fear, he was able to stay alert to the ring.

"How did you finally get rid of these crazy illusions?" Ilminster looked back at the silent Celtic Black Staff.

Celtic looked up and shook his head bitterly: "Ring!"

"What are you talking about?" Ilminster stepped forward to him a few steps and asked slightly more seriously.

"It's a ring! Nineteen rings!" Celtic began to sing: "The elves of the world cast three rings, the dwarves of the ground have seven rings, the mortal Shouding holds nine rings, the shadow of the Mordor Demon Realm, the dark king sits Supreme Ring. "

"You are wrong, Black Staff, you are so wrong!" Ilminster warned: "Give it to me!"

"It's not mine ..." Celtic shook his head.

"Give it to me!" Ilminster snapped loudly: "Give me the ring in the name of the goddess!"

"I can't do it!" Celtic also responded angrily. He quickly realized his gaffe and was silent for a moment, then said softly to Ilminster: "I feel its control over me, But I cannot do without it. I need it to protect me against Darth Celtic. That ring has magic ... "

"So I was on that night, and I told you the night of the Deepwater City crisis. When I was sober for a short time, I dropped it and threw it into the deep sea, just downstream of the port, letting the wind and the huge waves swallow Lost it. "

"I hope what you said is true!" Ilminster said solemnly: "But you have to tell me, what made you come to me today in terrified fear? What is Das?"

"No, it's an eye!"

"On top of the tower, it has flame-rolling eyes, a red and magma-like iris, like a blood-red flame tearing a crack in vain, which leads to the deepest darkness. The eye is like a flowing flame, The iris is more like fine blood, with the darkest and most evil soul in the middle! It is the eye! "(Unfinished)