Vol 6 Chapter 204

A shadow came to her face, and the gusty air blew her silver hair like tassel. Although Fusiya fluttered her wings and landed, there was still a long way to go. 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, and on the top of the peak, there were a pair of golden pupils, like two bright round moons, watching them.

"Hello, dear Ms. Vessia."

Meditha raised her head and looked at the mountain. She said in her heart that she was not afraid that it was deceiving. The most famous era of Phusia was not in the present. In fact, not many people have heard of the seven-pole dragon king. This name, but in the age of the Battle of the Holy One, the shadow that the Lord of the Evil Dragons passed over the battlefield was a nightmare deep in the hearts of all her opponents.

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

"I had the pleasure of meeting you, in the battle of the saints," replied the little silver elf princess humblely.

"Oh, I should have thought of it, Silver Elf, aren't you afraid I ate you?" Fusiya lowered her head, her sharp long kiss almost in front of Ron Metisha, the pair of huge golden pupils, almost Taller than the Metissa, there is a pair of golden red pupil rings inside, as if the endless flames are burning. She stared at Metisha, but the latter didn't take a step back.

She looked at Hipamila aside, and the priestess was looking at her with curiosity, as if comparing the evil dragon king to the lobster she raised.

"Well, the Silver Elves are still so boring."

Fusiya snorted and looked up proudly again. 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 Metisha and Hipamila, as the mage travelling creatures, they knew what the card was.

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

"Fate card."

"Ah! It is indeed called the name, but compared to the name itself, it has a much deeper meaning, a little bit. Do you know why it is called the name?" Fusiya stood high, squinting two Man asked in a haughty tone.

If it were ordinary people, they might get angry because of this tone. But Medina knew that it was the nature of the dragons. These proud lizards always felt as if they were inherently superior to all races other than them.

She wouldn't be angry about this little thing, as for Hipamila. The optimistic girl didn't feel anything wrong with Vessia's tone.

Medicia shook her head as a result: "What's the secret of it, dear Ms. Vessia?"

"Did your Master of the Travelling Master tell you?"

Meditha shook her head again, and she was very modest, because her master was not really a true travelling mage, a true travelling mage often had to learn and grow through a long time (this is the original of Tumen Words), and Brando was at best part of a crash course.

Fossia wanted to say a few satires, but she suddenly felt a little faint, her golden eyes dimmed, and sighed: "The legacy of the Travelling Mage was once the top inheritance in the world. They are Warnde The most powerful. The most legendary group of people. We are fortunate to be the last generation of travel mage in this world, but we have to watch it fade away and decay from the history of this world, and there is no trace since then. unfortunately."

After listening to this sigh, and feeling a little bit in her heart, she asked: "Dear Ms. Vessia, in fact, I have such questions in my heart. I used to think that Odin was the only mage in the world. After his death, the legacy of the Travelling Mage was also cut off. But later I realized that this is a legacy that lasted for several epochs, like you, Lord Tumen, and Master Traciman. The person maintains its existence, but why is it withering to the present day after the millennium. Does it mean that Noord Vaughn is the only person who can be recognized by him, Lord Lord? "

"You're half right, a little bit small," Fusiya replied, "The Master Mage is so powerful, but the conditions to become it are so harsh. Coupled with the silence of the gods, the power to maintain this network is already It is very weak, and in fact your Lord Lord is not his only legacy, because his appearance can only be described as an accident. "

"what do you mean?"

"Mage Traveler is a rigorous system, which can be said to be simple, because its members do not need to specialize in magic skills, spells and gestures like ordinary wizards. That is the password to connect to the magic network. Mage Travelers do not Require passwords, they are the masters of magical networks, and even higher-level networks, so wizards can only use them, while travelling wizards can create them. "

"But it can also be harsh, because in order to become a mage traveler, you must first have permissions. What is the permission? The elf princess, that is, the bloodline, is born and cannot be changed, so in the golden age, Bloodline is everything. The strict class determines the place of a person's life. Are you a manager (the gods) or a warrior (golden citizens (silver people), and worms like black iron people are heretics. It's almost the same as monsters. They are monsters that are considered to be created by themselves. Just look at the bronze generation monsters. "

"A thousand years have passed, but I still didn't expect your opinion to change, Ms. Fusia." Medicia replied somewhat unhappyly.

The dragon with seven horns slowly shook his head: "You are wrong, little princess, I have changed a lot, I am not as disgusted as I am with the past, we are a failure, and I will not be like a fool. Old lady remembers the past as much, but this is a statement of fact, but you ca n’t accept it. "

"You mean Lord Lord has the pedigree to become a travelling mage, but he is just an ordinary mortal."

"He is special, I said it. And mortals have a high degree of plasticity, which is why Lord Martha's plan may be successful. The golden age is no less glorious, but it has also failed, mortals no longer cowardly, but infinite. It is possible that they will 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 have a lot of things to do if they want to get there. But the future is long, and every step may be lost, even some wishful thinking. Evening now has a will, you think it Will you really let go of the mortal world? "

"Lord Lord, he will destroy that will."

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

Meditha was silent.

Fusiya shook her head: "I didn't want to discuss these with you. These topics have lasted for thousands of years, and the people of the gods argued about it. There has been no result so far. People who once argued about it, Now that they have fallen one by one, there is only a world full of scars. Those great beings cannot save this world. How can we be, and can we be our savior? "

"You're too arrogant, Ms. Fussia." Meditis answered with a frown.

The former laughed with a ridicule: "Maybe. After Odin's death, I am now a papermaker. I promised Odin to help the Buga to defend the Grand Glacier. Now the seal of dusk will be released, and every subsequent scene War may be my last battle. Fortunately, I have long wanted to meet my old comrades in arms. "

Then, the supreme evil dragon king sighed.

Meditha lowered her head, and her mood seemed a little low. She remembered the heroes who fought alongside her in the Battle of the Holy One. How many of them are still in the world today?

As if feeling the emotions of the two, Hipamila pushed the arm of the little silver elf princess with some worry, as if to make the former cheer up.

"Thank you, Hipamila, I'm fine." Meditis felt the consolation of the priest and smiled back at her.

Miss Shen Guan also responded with a kind smile.

"Dear Ms. Fussia," said Metisa, looking up again, asking, "what's your suggestion for summoning?"

Phusia turned her head and stared at the mountains under the moonlight that glowed with silver and white. It was actually Leviathan's body. The behemoth was divided in half from the middle, as if it were a valley between two mountains. Of course, it was not huge The beast Leviathan's body should be its projection summoned by the crystal family in this world, but it is just a projection, so spectacular.

For a long time, the evil dragon king said nothing, as if he had seen his future from the fate of Leviathan.

It took a long time for her to turn around and look at the two of them: "I used to think that Tinder, who was in the vein of the travelling mage, would sleep with me in eternal darkness. Lost hope, at least at the last minute, she sent you and your master to me. "

Fuchsia paused for a moment: "Metisa, if I remember correctly, you should call this name, and that little girl of Hemirud, don't look away, I mean you"

"Master Fussia?"

"Don't interrupt, little girl, your power is too weak, it's not really the power of the true travelling mage, but from this I can feel that your master 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 a veteran of the Travelling Mage, let me teach you how to use destiny cards really."

Thousands of miles away, Tumen's old face was crisscrossed crisscrossed, and the blood-red pupils that had been transformed like agate in the sunken eyes reflected the pair of sisters in front of him:

"Are you dead? Interesting."

…… (To be continued.)