Vol 2 Chapter 341: Magical sirran

Chapter 341 Magical Thurland
At that moment, it seems that someone has taken the pace of time and will not let it continue in the dark, remote, and dilapidated corner of the shield.
The three men were silently paired, and the stagnation of the atmosphere fueled their unspeakable mood.
until--
"What?"
Tyres spoke loudly and asked the other two people in unbelievable geology: "Hicker, and you, what are you talking about?"
"Do you know my mother?"
The prince in the moonlight was surprised and stared at the veterans who were trembled in the wheelchair and the old man with his cane down.

When? How do you know? Where is it?

But they did not answer.
"How, Drew," Hickser sighed slowly:
"Is this reason enough?"
Grivo finally calmed the trembling breath.
It seems that after a long, long time, the wheelchair immersed in the darkness moved slightly, crushing a few pieces of stone on the ground.
The person in the wheelchair gave a hard breath and lifted his head in the dim moonlight.
"you can not."
The veteran’s voice was stiff and his eyes were drifting between Tyles and Hicks.
"You can't, you can't do that..."
Having said that, Grivo's sullen face was paused.
But Hicks still looked at him peacefully.
"Twenty years, I am Grivo, I am in Longyan, I have my site, my brother, everything about me, they are counting on me, you can't..."
He twisted his face and grabbed his wheelchair, like the next moment, he went to the battlefield: "You can't pop up like this, then, then, move out of a bunch of shit's 'moving past', ask I am doing this...they are all gone, old crows!"
Grivo slammed his hand and seemed to be more fluent: "What about her son, I don't care..."
The answer to him was Hick's plain and firm voice.
"Because those are the past, Drew."
"So, it will always exist."
Grivo’s words were stagnation, as if he was caught by something.
"It can't be changed," Hicks silently said: "It can't escape."
Grivo in the wheelchair trembled lightly.
The veteran slowly loosened the wheelchair, clasped his hands together, and gritted his teeth: "Shut up."
Tyres looked at Hicks and looked at Gryvo, and his doubts were difficult.
Twenty years ago?
past?
They all know Serran Rana.
That... mysterious mother.
He cocked his ears and only wanted to hear more.

No one wants to recall the nightmare of the year, whether it is before or after.

Hexer, who only listened to the vicissitudes of life, sighed: "But at least think about it. Who was the last person who struck us, and brought you like a deadly corpse out of Caligli..."
"... bring out the dark cage that is bottomless, and bring out the battlefield that shadows cover?"
"Kaligri..."
This title seems to remind Grivo of something. He closes his eyes and his chest begins to rise and fall.
Tyres was puzzled.
Caligiri?
Where is that?
"Yes, dear Drew," Hickscher looked at Grivo, who was immersed in his memories, and said: "This is the debt we owe."
Gryvo opened his eyes and took a deep breath: "Shut up."
Taylors can't help it anymore.
"Sorry to bother, but..."
He stepped forward and his tone was a little anxious: "My mother is..."
Grivo suddenly looked up!
"I said shut up!"
I saw the veteran biting his teeth, his eyes were round and his face was distorted and looked at the young prince, as if he was suffering from torture.
He had to be erected, forcibly suppressing the emotions and forcing the words of Thales back into his mouth.
"There are always things - coughing - you can't deny it, you can't forget it."
Hicker coughed up in pain, but he waved his hand and refused the good intention that Taylors would come up to help him.
"Isn't it?" The old crow slowed for a while, and then slowly spoke up and shouted a very strange name from Tyres:
"The blood thorn lizard."
boom!
Grivo punches his own wheelchair.
"Shut up, shut up!"
The veteran leaned forward and sneaked at Hicks: "Go to you, old guy, you never far, don't make me call me!"
"You know that my mother hates it the most!"
His voice was full of hostility and pain, and his palm slammed in a wheelchair: "You know!"
Taylors stared at Grivo like this.
The prince became more and more suspicious of the relationship between Thran and them, and he was also worried about his own future.
But Hickshur just continued to hold his crutches, standing indifferently: "Then send the child away, Drew."
"This is all the requirements you have in the past."
"Then you can continue to go back and do your best in your life, and you will be your gang boss."
Grivo fell back on his back and gasped for a few breaths.
It seems that the conversation just took him more than half of his strength.
A gust of wind blew, the huge temperature difference between the night and the night of Longyan City made Taylors shiver and couldn't help but make a small sneeze.
"Do not."
There was a painful but firm voice from Grivo.
"Hugh thinking."
"I won't pick up this business."
Taylor was shocked.
what?
"that's it?"
"Don't pick up?" Hicks's monocle after the cold, he calmly said: "This is your answer? Grivo?"
Grivo’s chest shook abruptly.
"that's it!"
The veteran in the wheelchair raised his head again and bit his teeth and said:
"you guys……"
"roll."
He squeezed a few words out of his teeth: "Get out of my place!"
"Immediately, now!"
His savage voice rang in this remote corner, back and forth between the broken walls.
But Hicks did not say anything, just silently watching Glyvo.
Grivo, whose expression was distorted, and Hicks, who was cold and lonely, looked at each other in the moonlight, for tat.
This atmosphere made Teres very uneasy, and overshadowed his curiosity about the mysterious mother, and made him more confused about his escape route.
After a long time, Hickser slowly sighed: "This way..."
The veteran in a wheelchair stared at the old man in front of his eyes, and his eyes were full of meaning that Teres could not understand.
"Old - boss?"
In the distance, Kevin, who heard the snoring, approached the truck and asked uncomfortably, "What happened?"
Gryvo gasped a few breaths, adjusted his breathing, and gathered out of control.
"Kevin," the veteran said stiffly to the young man on the carriage: "Where did they come from..."
"You will send them back."
Kevin gave a brief look: "Ah?"
Grivo closed his eyes and spined open.
"Fucking," the boss of the shield stiffly bit his teeth and slammed the wheelchair: "Let him, horses, horses, roll!"
The voice is rude and the word is cold.
Taylors sighed in his heart.
Kevin was frightened by the boss of this appearance. He first shook a little and then nodded immediately: "Good, good..."
Grivo snorted.
He sneered at the still silent Hicks, as if this was his enemy who was not in the sky.
The next moment, the veteran slammed up and turned his wheelchair toward the opposite direction of Hicks.
On the way, he violently opened a body that obstructed the road, and then cast a look in the direction of Taylors in a complicated way, but he took back his eyes in an instant before meeting the latter's gaze.
"Go to your old crow."
Then, in the friction between the wheels and the ground, the figure on the Grivo wheelchair disappeared into the night.
Leave without delay.
All the way through the numerous gravel.
The sound of the wheelchair gradually weakened, and Tyres silently watched the direction of his departure, and his doubts and disappointments coexisted.
"Amount, old gentleman, and this..." After confirming that Grivo had left, Kevin groaned with a headache, looked at the old crows and Thales, and remembered the attitude of the boss just now. Pointing at the carriage, thinking about what tone to use:
"Maybe we should..."
Hicks knocked on his cane and revealed a friendly smile:
"It’s just a little while, young people, trouble waiting for me in front... we have to be individual."
Under Hicksey's polite and friendly smile, Kevin will be suspicious to drive the carriage to the distance.
Taylors stared blankly at his teacher.
"You saw, Tyres," Hicks turned his head and looked at Taylors with apologies: "I am sorry."
"I'm afraid I can't help you."
"And you can't just follow me back to the axe area - it's too dangerous."
Tyres looked at him silently.
He shook his head and took out the regrets that had risen slightly in his heart.
In fact, Tyres found that his emotional ups and downs were not as big as they were supposed to be.
Concerns about the safety of itself have largely been diluted by the information revealed in the conversations between the two.
Serran.
It is this name again.
Thinking of this, Tyres could not help but sigh.
"Hicker."
"Mr. Hicks," the prince took a sigh of relief and fixedly looked at the old crow: "You are willing to travel long distances, bumping a thousand miles, and coming to Exeter to be my teacher..."

Really just because of the recommendations of Putier and Gilbert?

The old crow made a slight meal.
"Who knows," Hicksel reacted quickly, and he smiled lightly: "Maybe for a generous salary?"
"Hicker!"
After all, the prince couldn’t help but wonder: "About my mother."
"You have nothing to say?"
Of course, the biggest doubt in his heart can go far beyond this.
Hicksor’s figure stopped at the same place.
The two were silent for a while.
After a long while, the old man slowly opened his wrinkled mouth.
"About her," Hicksson said slowly: "Would you be more familiar with me?"
Taylors breathed a stagnation.
"I... I have never seen her," he said a little slyly, recalling the few words in his mind, about the memory of Thurland: "Only the description of the people from the side."
Yes, Tyres silently.
An abnormality that is inherent in oneself.
In the Chamber of Dess, the King and Gilbert affirmed the strange name of the pronunciation.
There is also a strong singer of Li Xiya.
Queen Koya, who is insane in the year.
Falling from the sky, the majestic sky queen.
Every bit of information about his mother makes him more confused: Who is Serran Rana? What kind of existence?
"It is like this."
Hicksson looked at him and sighed slowly: "I am sorry."
Tyres cast a questioning eye on him: "So."
Hickscher looked at him for a long time before he smiled.
"When I wasn't so old and not so young, it was quite unlucky for a while..."
Hickscher recalled the past and was embarrassed: "The process is too complicated. Anyway, the result is that I was looted and sold to the great desert as a slave."
A glimpse of Tyres: "Great desert?"
Hicker nodded with a smile.
"Yeah, that's where you are going."
"Great desert," the old crow sighed sighingly, and his eyes crossed over Tyre, as if looking elsewhere: "A big place."
"There are only three things left in the world: you, sand..."
The old crow narrowed his eyes: "And the sand."
Tyres can't help but frown.
"No matter how far you go, how long you go, how fast you go, you can't get to the end."
"All the rules of the world, morality, order, fairness, strength, and even time, have lost meaning there."
"As for the slaves," Hickser patted the back of his hand and said with emotion: "Oh, it is hard to imagine that this system, which has disappeared since the ancient empire, still exists in the great desert."
"You can exaggerate the imagination of my horror at the time," recalling the past Hicks's gaze, but the tone is intriguing:
"A group of people who have lost all hope, lost all their dignity, and lost most of their self: prisoners of war, criminals, alcoholic, disabled, prostitutes, jealousy, madmen, exiles... just like wild animals, they are kept in filth Dirty, cruel, desperate, painful cages, take all kinds of slave codes, and withstand all the hells that people can imagine..."
"Wait for death."
Tyres listened carefully, resisted the intention of asking questions, and looked for information on the number in the bottom of his heart.
Hickser coughed softly, and his eyes glowed strangely: "And there, the place where I first met your mother."
"Thran Lantana."
Hicksson’s voice was light, like a cute child.
Tyres stared at him quietly.
The old crow sighed: "I still remember that Serran had a fiery red waist and long hair, as well as her delicate and translucent skin and beautifully curved lips, as well as the light gray eyes like you."
Long red hair.
Tyres frowned: this is the only description he has ever made about the appearance of Throne in the past few years.
"But the most impressive thing about her is not this."
Hicker smiled helplessly: "Thran, I still can't forget it: she turned her head and looked like a man full of confusion and mystery, but the grinning look made people feel playful and hateful."
"The girl is always passionate, the ancient spirit is strange, and sometimes it is as quiet as water, and the wisdom is clear."
Tyres’s meal, Qidao said: "What?"
"Yes, I know this is very contradictory," Hicks seemed to know the doubts in Tyre's mind. He waved his hand and laughed:
"But I have this feeling: in her rare ashes, there is both madness and rationality, but they are perfectly integrated, like the similar kind of us, and like the existence above us. - That is Thurland, charming and mysterious, unpredictable Thurland."
I saw Hicker’s helplessness and shook his head:
I’m quite confident in making a sentence, but I have to admit that, in the face of that girl, my rhetoric is simply poor and can’t describe her.

Taylors stunned.
Crazy and rational?
Like a similar kind of us...
And like the existence above us...
What are you doing?
In the end, Serran is...
The more the old crow goes on, the more his eyes look, like the corners that ordinary people can't see.
"The horrible Thurland" - this is the nickname given to her by the cagers, she is the only slave who can keep her real name."
Tyres’s heart was moving.
"slave?"
In the eyes of Tyres, he was surprised: "You mean, my mother is a slave in the desert?"
how is this possible?
There is confusion in his heart: If you follow the Queen of the Sky...
"It used to be," seemed to be reluctant to continue thinking about Tyres, and Hicks raised the volume: "until she proved: she is not."
slave.
The magical Thurland.
Tyres thought, subconsciously answering: "How do you say?"
Having said that, the old crow breathed a sigh of relief and paused a little.
He closed his eyes gently and had a warm smile on his face: "Your mother... She is very smart and very convincing. The girl used two or three years to put a hopeless slave who lives like a dead body. The abyss, from hell, from the quagmire, from the despair..."
"Bring us together..."
Tyres listened carefully, from the undulating emotions of the old crows, feeling the countless pasts contained in simple words.
A few seconds later, Hicksaw, who was immersed in the memory, opened his eyes and sighed long, ending his words in a few words:
"Ultimately, we managed to survive."
"Escaped."
There is another chapter, still in repair
If you don't fix it, sleep first, come back tomorrow and write again.
(End of this chapter)