Vol 3 Chapter 253

Act 235 The Witch King's Mark

The fire was burning, the charcoal occasionally crackled, and the light dimmed. In the gravestone, light and shadow radiate from each other. Little Roman sits by the fire alone, and his face is flushed with red. For some time, she watched with interest the Martian rising to the top of the cave with the hot air flow, and the glittering eyes moved from bottom to top, and then from top to bottom.

An hour had passed since the tomb collapsed, and it took the wizards at least half an hour to clear a transom, and then it was possible to light the fire. Miss Shang *** strung the cemetery moss with a string of iron-God knows why she would carry this with her. In short, Brando knew that she could always take out a set of flint iron from her small leather bag. A piece of field supplies to the sewing kit-the flames roasted the cemetery moss, which is the substrate of the witch's anticipatory potion (Sense +2, lasting 10 minutes) in the Amber Sword. On the one hand, it looks more like a gray moss, but Romance stubbornly thinks it is a mushroom.

In short, Miss Shang *** said it was a mushroom, then it was a mushroom.

Of course, Shir was embarrassed to say that the future lady of the lord burned two gold coins with a fire, and only pretended not to see it, otherwise the best result was also invited to eat cemetery moss. Our wizard does not feel that his physical fitness and anti-toxic performance are better than his lord lord, so he decisively acknowledges it.

However, Charles may not be as confused as everyone else. His lord Lord announced his relationship with Miss Roman early, but the two did not look like a husband and wife; this is quite confusing. It is normal for an Ende noble to have a wife's room at the age of fifteen. It is not rare to have an age and behavior like Brando, but it does not exist at all.

Of course, Shire occasionally secretly doubted whether his Lord Lord had any problems in that regard. In fact, as a knowledgeable highland wizard, he happened to know some ancient herbal formulas. However, Shire was afraid to ask this question in front of Brando. He had a clever intuition. If he said that, he would be locked into a small black room.

Therefore, since this time, no matter he or the people below, Miss Roman is commensurate with the lord's fiancee; however, this unmarried state has been going on for almost a year, Brando may not be aware of it, But it seems strange to outsiders. Shir thought about it, and decided to find an opportunity to mention it to his lord euphemism, otherwise it would be bad to cause any trouble.

The charred graveyard moss tasted a bit like grilled shoes. Such a delicate smell drifted into the cave. It was commendable that others could unexpectedly pretend that they did not smell it. Shire took a drawing just finished by the apprentice and stared at the collapsed part of the tomb seriously. The outward excavation did not progress smoothly. The power of magic was not as powerful as imagined, and the key issue was not to dig a channel, but to prevent the sand and stones above from continuing to fall.

To support a section of mountain nearly fifty meters with magical power, Shire thought he had no such ability. Fortunately, people outside have already contacted Metisha, and when the silver elf princess came with the vampire and the puppet mother, it was only a matter of time to get through the martyrdom.

But it was at this time, little Roman suddenly felt that the ground under the graveway was shaking slightly.

She raised her head and looked at the others curiously, but it seemed that no one except her had noticed it, but Shir saw the Miss Shang *** looked up, and could not help but fight a chill, hardened The scalp came over and asked, "What happened, Miss Roman?"

Romain tilted his head and looked at him, paused for a moment, and Liang Jing's eyes seemed to be asking: Did you hear anything? However, Shir clearly did not have the ability to read the mind, so he was completely at a loss what the famous lady was doing. He looked at Roman somehow, and the merchant lady blinked and asked, "Is Brando okay?"

"Master Lord is still below. You can rest assured that he is safe and nothing will happen." Charles replied respectfully, fearing that the young lady would invite him to eat the cemetery moss as soon as he was unhappy or happy. But Martha was on top, and it seemed that Little Roman was very babe to her roasted 'mushrooms', and did not intend to share these barbecue grave moss-she was determined to eat it for Brando, so she said: " That's fine, thank you. "

Charles wiped a cold sweat and prayed for his Lord Lord in his heart, and Lord Martha who was walking in the sky would swell the ability of the great master to resist the poison, otherwise it would not be too good for him tonight. Charles couldn't help but think, if Roman had kindly asked Brando to eat these cemetery moss, would his Lord Lord choose to eat it? Or choose to eat?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sneered at the internal injury a little bit.

But what Shire didn't know was that after Miss Merchant spoke to him, she turned around and seemed to focus her attention on counting Mars again. However, little Roman put his hands on his leather bag properly, actually raising a little chin and looking at the other side of the bonfire, a girl sitting opposite her.

The young girl was only one or two years older than her, but she was very gentle. She looked at Roman as if she were looking at her own child. She saw that Roman had passed a bunch of graveyard moss seriously and couldn't help it. Smiled bitterly. "Sorry, little sister, I don't like to eat this kind of stuff."

"They don't seem to see you." Miss Mer asked looking at Charr over there. She was not a fool. Instead, she was quite intelligent. Brando had understood this since the night in the refugee camp, but in the eyes of outsiders, the merchant lady was just a weird but fairly good person.

This was a secret she shared with Brando. Freya knew a little, and Antitina guessed something more or less.

The girl nodded: "Because only you can see me, not even the inheritor of the person below."

"Do you mean Brando?" Roman asked.

"Is that young man Brando, thank you for telling me his name."

"If you're going against him, I won't talk to you," Roman announced solemnly.

The girl couldn't laugh or cry.

"No, just thanks, I always want to hear about things outside. Besides he brought you here, I will only thank him."

"So why can I only see you?" Miss Merchant asked curiously again.

"Because you bleed the same blood as me." The girl replied, she tilted her head and looked at Roman carefully. However, it seemed that she liked the little girl from Butch very much, and a satisfied expression appeared in her eyes. And Roman thought for a while, and his small eyebrows were raised, "I have the same blood on you as you? This means, are you my mother?"

The girl smiled bitterly again.

"Of course not," she said, "what I want to say, I should be your grandmother's grandmother ..." She stopped suddenly, realizing that she was affected by the other party, and the way she spoke became messy. Could not help shaking his head helplessly: "Okay, no kidding, do you know what kind of power you have? I think you should have some of it?"

"I know," Roman nodded. "A dwarf told me that I was a warlock, because I was born to be able to use magic."

"Oh?"

The girl looked at Romain curiously: "You are not a warlock, you are a witch, and you are a natural witch. You are flowing the bloodline of the destiny witch, and your horoscope is the daughter of the harp, but after today, it is not That's it. After today, your horoscope is the Witch Throne— "

"Roman didn't understand it too well, but the dwarf clearly said that I was a warlock." Miss Merchant thought for a while. "And I think the warlock sounds better."

"..."

The first generation of the Witch King before the golden age, the founder of the thirteen witch blood, the spouse of the dark dragon Odin-she rarely met her opponents in her lifetime, and did not think that there would be an enemy to defeat her. But to this day, the ice queen has to admit that some people in this world are unbeaten by her. What's called 'and I think the warlock sounds more powerful', if some of the thirteen subordinates in her lifetime dare to tell her this, she might just swipe the guy into the ice maze directly To suffer forever.

But now she has a better temper. Besides, she doesn't necessarily succeed in the face of her offspring. Besides, the most important thing is that time is not enough. She can meet a true heir before her power is nearing death. , This is already something to look forward to.

The first generation of the Witch King had no choice but to coax: "Rest assured, even if you accept my heritage, you can still retain the ability of the warlock." When the girl said this, she almost wanted to hit the wall next to her. Death, obviously is the talented casting ability of the destiny witch, she must be said to be the power of the warlock, and she can not refute-to know that the warlock is their witch's enemy, what is she talking about! ? If not for the image, the legendary Witch King would almost cry.

The qualifications of being a Witch King by her own hands, many people can't think of anything, but she has to coax a little girl, this is a ‘fainted reputation’.

Roman considered it carefully.

As a businessman, she still needs to be careful. However, in the end, she probably nodded cautiously, feeling that there was no loss.

"Good boy," the Witch King said weakly, and even the novelty of her descendants after seeing her countless years at first had disappeared. She reached out a little on Roman's forehead, and Miss Merchant suddenly felt countless knowledge pouring into her mind.

"I'm running out of power, so I can't give you more help, but the knowledge I give you will one day help you immensely." The girl sighed, "Maybe it's the destiny in the bottom, you are just right It's a witch of destiny. This knowledge will gradually come into play as you grow, but the key is that you must remember that the mark I gave your Witch King is the only mark that opens the treasure of the Witch Kingdom. One day you will Unifying the thirteen bloodlines, this mark will play a huge role, do you understand? "

Roman was dizzy, she nodded, clinging to her head.

The girl looked at her like this and couldn't help sighing. Her only heir was like this. She didn't know if it was a blessing or a curse. But whether right or wrong, the first-generation Witch King didn't want to stay here for a while. She was afraid that the little girl would have the ingenuity to take her to death for a while. She felt that her limited majesty couldn't stand such frustration. .

She retracted her fingers for a moment, then disappeared into the grave the next moment.

Only leaving Roman to look at the left and look at the right, it was not clear what happened.

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