Vol 2 Chapter 164: Monsters and monsters

Chapter 164 Monsters and Monsters
"Your reaction is not right," Eichda leisurely pressed his slender and beautiful fingers and observed the reaction of Thales. "The pressure in the body has changed dramatically..."
"Giza Tulman," the sorcerer of the gas faintly recounted, "Why, what does this name evoke?"
Giza.
Blood Magician.
The expression of Tyres, reminiscent of the extraordinary, in the birch woods, combined with the memory of tension, horror, horror, nausea, perversion and madness.
Also, when the unreasonable lady, the words left in the darkness.
[Never let you suffer]
The white-faced star prince woke up from the past, and he looked up at Ahidah and sighed and nodded.
"Just a short time ago, my dear Ms. Giza, one of the blood bottles from the outside world, is one of the bosses," said Tyres, who was languid: "We had a relaxed and friendly conversation."
Eichda squinted slightly, and the thoughts of the magical energy flowed slowly in his body.
Giza?
In this way, she has already passed the threat of a burning cannon, returning from weakness and sleep, and re-converges consciousness.
Perhaps the ability to eat is also restored.
Ai Xida’s thoughts were micro-microwave moving.
Since returning to the physical state, he has been following the boy's unique breathing, and he has been searching for him.
I haven’t been in charge of the blood bottle.
Also, compared with the value of this boy, the blood bottle helps this piece of chess, it is simply dispensable garbage.
But since Giza has returned...
That may be the time to open a long-lost conversation.
After all, the boy appeared, and the plan for the blood bottle may be slowed down...
However, Taylor's next words re-engaged the attention of the magician.
"Seeing the long-lost magician companion, Ms. Giza expressed to her the joy of her uncontrollable feelings," said Taylor, observing the face of Ahidah. He took a strong breath and then sighed heavily:
"And decided to kill me."
"To celebrate my first meeting with her."
In words, Tyres saw Eichda frowning in a rare way.
From the past to the present, the magical master who has been in the air and is not moving, his right hand is on his left arm, pinching his delicate chin, and sinking slightly.

Cite a quote for her,
said Tyres, raising his hands, hooking it with four fingers, making a quotation mark, and raising his eyebrows and sarcasm:
‘This is for you.’

Aishida’s expression is dignified.
"what do you mean……"
"Giza knows that you are the future magician," the gas magician sharply grasped the key point: "I still try to kill you?"
The second prince looked at Ahidah's eyes and nodded slightly.
"Obviously, she doesn't welcome my magician status," Taylor shrugged and sneered intentionally or unintentionally: "I guess the magicist division is fiercely competitive and has reached the point where it is necessary to suppress newcomers?"
Ahidah continued to sink, and Taylor could feel that he was thinking about it.
"I was lucky that day," Tyres shook his head. "I can imagine that I will meet her next time..."
For a long while, the magician of the gas raised his head seriously.
"Well, this is a problem," Aishida's tone replied with indifference, and her eyes were full of eyes. "As a partner, I will go and talk to her."
"Like the past."
Tyres looked at Eichda's look, and the conversation should be almost the same.
At least, the hostility between the two has gradually disappeared.
It is time to discuss with him and plan for his own.
Becoming a magician, although it looks very attractive, you can get powerful power... But this thing is too risky, it is best to wait and see...
"well."
At this time, the magician of the gas rose from the "chair" of the void, interrupting the thoughts of Thales, with no expression:
"Let's go."
Tyres’ face changed dramatically.
"Go?" Taylors turned his eyes and breathed, "Where?"
"Of course, take you out of here." The magician of the gas raised a hand, the window of the bedroom was blown open, revealing the darkness outside the window, and the cold and cold winds infiltrated.
The little slick that was sleeping on the side of the bed, unconsciously licked his body, licked his lips and held his quilt a little.
"Now...now?" Tyres shuddered. He squeezed his fist and looked at Eichda in disbelief: "Is it, some suddenly?"
"At this moment, there are two complete and powerful legendary anti-magic armed forces in Longyan City," Eichda said slowly: "It is in the palace where we are."
Taylors glanced, he looked out the door.
"You don't think that I risked coming to you with such danger," the gas magician sighed. "I just want to sit down and chat?"
Tyres frowned and his breath accelerated unstoppable.
The thing he worried most about happened.
"Be prepared to start your new life," Eichda said in a hurry. "As a magician, your future is still very long and the journey is still far away."
"Wait, but I, but I still have a lot of problems," said Tyres, scratching his head and thinking about the excuse of delaying time. "Like the relationship between the Master and the Magician, and how I should become a magician. What Giza said, the faction of the magician, right, and the legendary anti-magic armed..."
"You and I know well, children," Aishida shook her head relentlessly, and said that he had no intention of delaying the use of "nothing delays, even if your subordinates found it wrong, come to rescue you..."

"It will only be their misfortune - even if the breath is calm and stable next door, it seems that the elves of the extremes are the same," the magician replied faintly:
"We have proved it thousands of years ago that even in the face of a magician, even the gods are helpless."
Taylors a glimpse.
He looked at the open window and felt the air-conditioning that came in from it.
bad.
How to do?
"Wait..." Taylors looked up, worried and worried.
It is one thing to be a magician. It is another thing to let go of everything with Aishida.
He has to find a way to stay.
"The magician's situation in the world is very bad, right?" Taylor looked at the magical master of the gas, sighing: "From the destruction of the ancient empire, to the end of the battle and the fission of the mainland ... maybe, follow you Not a good idea? Maybe I should stay, we can do it regularly..."
This time, Ahidah looked at him with a high head and his eyes were subtle.
Tyres was shocked by his heart and could not help but accept the words.
Eichda slowly opened his mouth, his voice was erratic, but he brought a chilling breath:
"The world chooses to forget magic, forget the past, and suppress our numbers, so most people don't know what we are - like the gangsters I have under my hands."
"The end of the battle that people should be familiar with has become a legend of heroes against unknown disasters."
The magician took up his hands: "However, those who have status and power are still alert to our existence and regard us as the greatest threat."
"Either magic or magic, they are equally abhorrent," Aichda narrowed her eyes. "But because of this, you have to follow me."
Taylor's scalp looked at each other numbly.
Ahidha’s eyes are dignified:
Once you lose your identity, they don’t care if you are a prince – your end will be worse than the orcs who fall into human hands.

Tyres looked at Eichda with some sorrow.
He licked his lips, remembering the drama of the Temple of the Night, reviving the end of the battle, remembering Gilbert's words about the scourge, remembering the disturbing black prophet, thinking of Ramon, who was hiding his head, and remembering Joel's mask.
but……
After ten seconds.
"No, I can't just leave it..." Tyres gritted his teeth and shook his head:
"I am, I am their prince, I have a task, I still know a lot of people... Some things can't be simply thrown away, the contradiction between Exeter and the stars, if I leave the fire, the war, the war will ......"
But he was interrupted again by the magician.
"I said," Ahida smiled slightly, her eyes filled with ridicule: "Why are you worried about security and you are not willing to be a magician..."
"Or because I can't reluctantly honor the prince of the Star Prince?"
Tyres heard a slight glimpse.
I only listened to the magic of the magician, and said: "Even if you were two months ago..."

But is it the most despicable nephew?

At this moment, Tyres’s heart was actually shaking.
Reluctant to...
Star Prince...
Distinguished identity...
His eyes appeared on the night of the first time, and the strong figure declared himself to be the only heir to the stars.
Gilbert and Jodel kneeled down in front of themselves.
Wyatt swears to her own chest against her chest.
Rolf used his clumsy sign language to "comply".
And the crowds under the stars of the hall, as well as the deafening and direct cheers of the sky.
Tyres unconsciously picked up his fist.
"If I was in front of you when you were still a nephew," Aishida was not fast, and the voice was not heavy, but Tyres felt the pressure inexplicably: "You will still react like this. ?"
Taylors took a deep breath.
He remembered the shivering nephews in the sixth room.
Think of the struggles between cold and hunger every year.
Think of Morris's fierce angry wolf dog.
Think of Quaid's look and think of Rick's mysterious smile.
"When you are intoxicated on the prince's title, or struggle in the misery of your nephew, when you go back and forth between the joy and pain of both," Eichda stared at him coldly.
Have you ever thought about what you are?

"When you are stripped of all the definitions of others, leaving everything that you have existed, what are you left?"
"A prince who is honored by blood? A despicable and unfortunate nephew? A genius child of early wisdom? A poor man who is struggling and trying to change his destiny?" Eichda looked down at his expression.
Taylor's breathing is gradually accelerating.
Honorable prince.
The squatting child.
The magnificent palace, the life of worry-free life, the subordinates who are obedient.
The dilapidated waste house, the daily life of freezing and typhoid, the thugs of the war.
Heaven and earth and mud.
"I..." He opened his mouth slightly and subconsciously wanted to refute.
But when you find your words, you can't say it.
Tyres looked at the ground slyly.
Do you really think so?
Can not be separated, reluctant, the prince's honor?
"Child, you have to understand, become a magician," the enchanted magician coldly said: "You must wave goodbye to the past - no matter how brilliant or memorable, or love is difficult."
"Don't let the past pass you back, decisively abandon it, you can finally sublimate."
"When you become a magician, you will understand everything I am talking about..."
Taylors subconsciously grabbed his chest.
It seems that the wound that was burned with the 闵迪思银币 is still in pain.
The inscription on the silver coin is now in the mind: the king does not respect the blood.
"The magician is not a profession, not a job, not a title," Aichda said categorically: "The meaning it represents is far beyond your imagination - this is an unprecedented choice, you find Self, recognize yourself and reshape your chances."
"Now you have such an opportunity to make your own choice," the magician walked up to him and reached out to his face. "It is a choice to return to your original life, continue to look like reality, look like To be practical, there is no choice, no freedom, no chaos, no confusion about the future life..."
Ahidah's hand stopped in front of his nose, his palm turned over, and a blue light flashed from above, swirling around the magician's palm, eventually forming a dark blue ball of light.
Just like the night at Red Square Street.
"Or choose your own heart," the words of the magician continued: "Choose to take a look and see how far you can climb, what kind of scenery can you finally look at?"
"Go find out who you are?"
Taylor looked at the light ball in the hands of Ahidah and frowned.
How far can you climb?
What kind of scenery...
Who is it...
Eichda slowly squeezed the fist, and with his movements, the ball of light was annihilated in the hands of the magician.
A stream of air blew across the face of Tells.
The magician's eyes changed: "This is what my guides said a thousand years ago, when guiding me to the lost path."
Tyres’s expression ugly listened to the words of Ahidah, and the fists became more and more tight.
"And a thousand years later, I will be your guide, guiding you to become the most amazing existence in the world," Ahida nodded slightly: "Believe me, a magician can get more than just infinity." Life and endless power - that's just the most insignificant gift."
The magician of the gas slowly raised his arms, his voice was mysterious and mysterious: "The world we can see, the vision we can touch, and everything we feel is far from being imaginable by any other existence. Under that, the light of the gods, the glory of the sacrifices, and the respect of the king are all dwarfed and boring."
The lost Taylors bowed his head.
Just gone with him?
Yes, now, self-identity, the road ahead is full of danger, staying in the Kingdom of Stars, the identity of his own magician is also a hidden danger...
That's not as good as...
At this moment, Tyres moved in his heart and flashed a lot of faces in front of his eyes.
Gilbert's eyes.
Gini's contradictory eyes.
The mask guards hold the hand of his shoulder tightly.
Yalana looked indifferent.
and also……
Taylors recalls everything tonight, thinking that because of him, thousands of people in the stars and Exeter can enjoy peace and freedom from war.
Tyres sighed.
Eichda put down her arm and looked at Tyres, her eyes firmly and slowly nodded:
"We should go."
Tyres took a deep breath and looked up at Eichda.
"I need time," he said earnestly. "You can't suddenly appear like this. Then tell me, I want to follow you, abandon everything, abandon the present, and even become a disgusting person... non-human beings.

Eichda narrowed her eyes.
"And you don't even know what a magician is, what is the magic energy that doesn't tell me... no matter how mysterious and reasonable your reason sounds, you can't convince me to drop everything and accept an unpredictable future."
Tyres pinched his fist and gritted his teeth: "At least not in this way."
"At least you have to give me enough time to think about it, I can make a choice."
"Or, we can proceed step by step, for example, if you stay in the dark, secretly teach me relevant knowledge... without having to go far..."
For ten seconds, the magician did not speak.
Until Eichda looked at Tyres's expression, he slowly shook his head.
"Unfortunately, I gave you enough patience," he sighed. "But now, my patience has been exhausted."
The next moment, Taylors did not react, he floated in the air!
Tyres was shocked and was about to speak. He felt the brain faint!
Soon, he found that the field of vision in front of him was spinning, flashing back and switching, and it was changing dramatically!
Do not!
and many more!
I have not……
The wind whistled, the chill invaded from the bare skin, and the cold wind poured into his nose and mouth.
Tyres wants to speak, but he can't do anything. He only feels that he is starting to spin. I don't know where it is, and where is the earth.
Echda took him and flew out the window.
In the sky, Tyres bit his teeth painfully, and his front view, from a small bedroom, turned into a heavy snow under the moonlight, and the mountains.
And slowly getting smaller and farther away from his vision...
Yingling Palace.

The comet Niely's face ugly stood in the hero hall.
His gaze stared at the rifle on the ledge.
戮 soul gun.
"Hey..."
A low and fast tremolo came.
Several members of the White Blade Guards around Nie Lai looked at the gun with surprise.
The legendary soul gun is trembled?
Nie Lai's eyes narrowed, and he stepped forward and pressed his hand to the gun.
The commander of the White Blade Guard felt the feeling of his hand.
Then he sighed heavily.
"Immediately sounded the alarm of the Palace of the Spirit," Niely jerked his head up, solemn and dignified. "The highest level!"
"We have a big problem."
A guard from his side frowned.
The highest level?
But he still respectfully nodded and turned away.
"The blockade of the Yingling Palace leads to the gates of the axe and the spear area, and counts all the patrolling personnel, whether it is the court guard or the white-bladed guard." Nie Lai turned and pulled out the white-handled knife behind him.
That is a special knife.
The blade is bright silver, the blade is slightly gray, and the blade is deep brass.
The arc of the knife is different from the white blade unique to the White Blade Guard: it has two curved arcs on the back of the knife, and a sharp corner protrudes from the middle.
"I want everyone to return once every five minutes - in case someone is missing, I have to know where he disappeared in five minutes," Nie Lai holding a blade, like ice, while walking and giving orders to the subordinates. : "We immediately went to the bedroom under our majesty."
The members of the Guards of the Order disappeared instantly, and soon, there were large and small rushing passwords in the distance and near.
"What's wrong, head?" A deputy near Nie Lai asked him: "The soul gun is this..."
"Well, the situation is not good," the comet's footsteps are getting faster and faster, and the pale face has a tidal wave. "The gun of the soul can not alert the police for no reason."
"The "Whiteblade Handbook" has been recorded. It was so loud last time, more than 600 years ago."
His deputy has a look.
"More than six hundred years ago?" The deputy repeated incredibly.
As the order was issued, more and more soldiers were being sent back and forth, passwords were getting more and more urgent, and the atmosphere became more and more tense.
"Yes, more than six hundred years ago," Niely calmly walked toward the king's bedroom, raising the blade of his hand and stunned:
"When the soul gun..."
"It’s still in the hands of Nakaru..."
"When the battle for the end is over."

Tyres blinked in the whistling wind and wanted to see the sight before his eyes.
But he could only see the figure of Aishida in front and his robes flying.
After a few seconds, he could feel that they were falling sharply.
Just at this time.
"Hey!"
A rush of rapid and sharp sounds, breaking the wind!
"through!"
A muffled sound.
Tyres didn't figure out what was going on, he only felt that his vision was shaking.
The next moment, he rolled down on the soft snow.
The shoulders are sore.
Damn it.
Tyres coughed, screaming at his own heart, and struggling to get up.
hateful!
What happened?
How did you brake again?
He simmered in the snow.
Then, the prince of the stars stunned.
He can lift his neck and can't be taller.
In the moonlight, he found a huge statue in front of his eyes.
There are almost several floors.
It was a heroic warrior with a long gun and a look of sorrow.
That is the statue of Nakaru Ax.
Thales woke up suddenly - they were at the highest peak of Longyan City, the cliff of the sky.
He looked back and found that the entire Longyan City was at his feet.
It turned out to be the case.
The statue of the hero Nakaru looks so pocketed below.
And when it’s really in front of you...
At this point, the voice of Ahidah sounded and suddenly interrupted his thoughts.
"Do you really think I can't find you?" Aishida sighed, and there seemed to be more dissatisfaction in his voice: "I have been deliberately avoiding you, either in the Palace of the Spirit or in the air."
Tyres turned his head in surprise and saw Eichda standing under the statue.
With a dark silhouette on the opposite side, it is far away.
That's it - Tyres narrowed his eyes and looked at the figure - who?
"Because I really have no mood to play with you today," Ashida shook her head, her eyes sharp: "You can't die this monster."
The magician narrowed his eyes and picked up his mouth:
"Black sword."
what?
black……
Tyres suddenly shocked!
Black sword?
Taylors took a step forward and looked at the figure incredulously.
In his impression, this title represents...
That legendary...
In the moonlight, the figure slowly stepped out.
In the moonlight, he raised a strange sword with a black body.
"It’s so good." The expressionless man leaned over and leaned down at Ahidah, and the moonlight could only be projected on his black robes.
Only in the dark revealed a pair of glittering scorpions, straight to the magician.
"I am not in the mood either."
"You kill the undead monster."
The man named Black Sword spoke softly, and a pair of scorpions released a chilling chill:
"Aichda."
(End of this chapter)