Vol 4 Chapter 118: Awakening (Part 2)
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Shaman from Afar
- Empty Trace
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- 2021-03-01 09:09:40
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Darkness, the darkness at the end cannot be seen, and consciousness seems to stop at this moment.
I'm dead?
This was Loren's first thought and the only thing he could think of.
My last memory is that Edward's bayonet pierced his chest and fell into the torrent of the sewer, and then ... nothing happened.
Everything is as perfect as I planned, all within my expectations;
To make the night watchman and everyone believe that he is really dead, of course, accurate planning and layout is required-Edward ’s swordsmanship is very superb, and only he can hit the heart while avoiding all fatal injuries perfectly. The sword also guarantees that it will not cause penetrating wounds.
They will doubt Edward, but it is impossible to find evidence; then the most important point ... what Eckhardt II wanted to do is to use his life to deter the forces in the imperial capital, not really to kill himself. .
It's humiliating to say, but ... this is indeed the only key factor that will allow you to survive and keep Edward from dying.
Ruth Infinite, Eckhart II ... They have no direct reason to kill themselves, and some things cannot be placed on the table; officially because of this, the next plan is only available. Possible implementation.
Recklessness and impulsiveness never belong to a wizard; careful planning and sufficient courage are the keys to reversing the situation.
He buried the fire himself and completed the first step to overthrow Rout Infinite; it was a pity that he failed to kill him, but this is also one of the links in the plan.
Of course, it ’s impossible not to pay a price ... and now you are suffering the consequences of all this.
The body is getting colder and colder, the temperature is less and less felt, and the consciousness is becoming more and more blurred, only to feel that everything in front of you is gradually blurred, dim and dark.
Why ... it seems that even my memories are starting to blur?
Myself ... Isn't it really going to die ...
The blurry picture kept flashing in front of my eyes, illogical and confusing ... everything seemed to be familiar, but I couldn't remember it at all.
Falling, falling constantly, endless darkness ... no light, no sound, no temperature.
Myself ... Is this falling into the dream world?
Suddenly, the fall stopped and everything calmed down ... Although I couldn't see the familiar picture, I felt so comfortable and comfortable; I just wanted to describe it, just like the moment before my sleep.
There is no more comfortable and relaxed feeling than this.
At all moments of stability, Loren seemed to vaguely hear something ... as if something was moving, and it felt as if he had heard it somewhere.
Soon, the gradual sound became louder and clearer, and Loren finally remembered it-this is the sound of the dam spill!
The endless darkness receded like a flood, but the dark-haired wizard who was just falling now felt himself rising! Like the earth at the foot, the whole world is moving up with itself!
At the moment of rapid rise, the air pressure seems to be rapidly increasing; the dark-haired wizard only felt that his whole person was almost squashed, unable to breathe in one breath, and could not move a finger!
Wait, why ... will I know this?
Why ... I ... seem to be familiar with these?
who am I?
"Loren Turin."
In the dark, the sound is unusually clear.
Like awakening from a dream, Loren suddenly opened his eyes!
The familiar study, the fireplace, and the window is Wimpar College at midnight ... I am sitting in a comfortable chair in front of the fireplace, and Dalton Kant sitting opposite is watching with the eyes of the first meeting of the two. Yourself.
"Teacher, tutor ..."
"Your expression is confused, this is good." Dalton Kander's voice was as harsh and sharp as before: "This shows ... you finally began to realize that you are in this world."
"Not early, not too late, just right."
Loren raised his eyebrows, his expression puzzled.
"Anyone who has become a sorcerer by contacting the void has had ambitions-longing for power, longing for change, longing to make himself no longer himself." Dalton's tone was as cold as ice:
"But in the end ... the ambitions will disappear, why?"
This is not a question, but an answer-Loren nodded slightly: "Because of the power of the void, because of self-destruction."
If you want to gain more power and have a better understanding of the void, you must construct your own theories again and again to form new concepts and destroy the previous one ... Such a process is no less than a cycle of life and death.
The more powerful wizards, the more they will repeat this process ... gradually, as the number of reincarnations increases and their age increases, they will become more and more indifferent to this world.
Such indifferent emotions make them less and less demand for reality, as long as they are alive-in the eyes of outsiders, this is weakness, and can even continue to compromise when possible.
"Yes, but not all." Dalton continued to say: "There are still people ... do not change their original intentions in reincarnations, cling to their ambitions, and fight the most desperate at all costs."
Loren's dark eyes flickered slightly, and he thought of a few people.
Master Corona and Master Albert Tarot count as one.
Peter, the dean of Wimpar College, was barely half.
"Your problem lies in yourself." Dalton stared at the dark-haired wizard, his eyes became painful and depressed: "Your physique allows you to blur the edge of the void and material; your will is in reincarnation. Not only did it not dissipate, but it became stronger! "
"You desperately suppress your impulses and sensibilities, in exchange for madness under reason-your strength is built on what you dare to do but dare not do; even if you have to bet on your life to complete it, You can also be cautious enough to be foolproof. "
"That means ... am I wrong?" Loren murmured.
"Right and wrong are also relative." Dalton shook his head: "Accustomed to abide by the rules, accustomed to reason, afraid of injury and frustration, hoping that everything will be organized, fear of injury and pain ..."
"It's all right to think so ... but it doesn't mean breaking the rules and refusing order ... it's wrong." Dalton said blankly:
"Who told you that you can't control your own destiny?"
"Who tells you that you have to be patient with the powerful?"
"Who tells you that you can't be the one who dominates the fate of others so that they can no longer interfere with anything about you?"
Loren raised his eyebrows: "Sounds ... like a lunatic?"
"It is true ... doing this is tantamount to death, and it seems that there is no possibility of success ... but, it is not bad!"
Loren suddenly widened his eyes and shocked!
"what--!"
There was a roar of tears, but the cold air was as sweet as dew, and he awakened himself from the darkness.
I am still alive……
I'm not dead? !
The distraught Loren widened his eyes, his mind was blank, only shocked and unbelievable, and he could only feel his hands and feet cold and unable to move.
While he was still shocked by this incident, he didn't notice that there were a group of people who were even more shocked than him.
"He woke up!"
"He, is he alive ?!"
"This kid didn't die? I saw him swallowing with my own eyes, with my own eyes!"
"Holy Cross, scam, scam ... scam!"
Opening his eyes desperately, Loren saw a group of people around him and yelled.
It's so noisy ... Lorren, a drowsy mind, couldn't help but gritt his teeth.
The feeling of shaking, and the muddy air ... myself, is this on the boat?
That's right, when I came out of the sewer, I should have fallen into the Jewel River ~ EbookFREE.me ~ When I was in a coma, I floated to the river and was rescued by chance.
Well, it should be like this.
Without speaking, Loren had already figured things out ... he looked up and looked at the man wearing blindfolds, sloppy, and a wooden fake leg.
It looked very fierce, but I didn't expect to be a good person ... Lorren thought.
"Well, please ..." Dry, numb lips made the opening extremely difficult for the dark-haired wizard: "Where is this?"
"Oh ... that, we are Black Sparrow!"
The one-eyed man with a broken leg trembled, and he seemed afraid to step forward: "I am Ed of this ship, they call me Black Blind!"
As he said, he also "enthusiastically" pulled out a thing from his arms, but how he looked like a knife, pointing at the dull black wizard:
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