dedicated to violets

The electric light in Viri's palm froze for a second, and he leaned forward, wondering if he was hallucinating.

The light of the magic circle on the marble floor became weaker and weaker until it disappeared into nothingness.

"Long time no see, I'm Neil." The voice rang out again, the undead was close at hand, and Viri remained silent. With force on his right wrist, he pulled out a sharp long sword from the viola box, The sword body is light and slender, wrapped in electric light, full of deterrence.

This kind of sword is not as heavy as a big sword, and it cannot be chopped. It is mostly used for stabbing and cutting.

Wei Li is skilled in swordsmanship, and what he is best at is cutting throats and piercing hearts with swords.

Thunder and lightning crackled, white and purple lightning flashed, and suddenly hit the ground, splashing a burst of lightning.

The skeleton rushed up, and Willie dodged and went straight to John.

It was still dark in the valley, but it was bright as day in the temple.A gust of wind came out of nowhere, rustling the surrounding trees.Countless skeletons came from the forest, thick fog filled the sky, and only a fiery red sun could be vaguely seen hanging high in the sky.

Veri came to John in an instant, he raised his hand and stabbed, "Neil" immediately greeted him.

The puppet made from the corpse inherits all the strengths of the master before his death, whether it is magic or physical skills.The familiar, pale face was right in front of him, his eyes were inorganic black, unable to reflect the reflection of the mission.

Thunder roared and ran towards John. John smiled contemptuously, and saw a glint of water. "Neil" separated his five fingers, and a shield appeared in front of him.

boom--

There was a loud noise, and Neil's cloak was blown backwards wantonly by the strong wind from the impact. Viri was invincible and could only retreat.

He was horrified, when did Neil have such a strong magical talent?

The shield made of water magic was as solid as a rock, and when he stabbed with his sword, it seemed that he was facing an indestructible mountain.

The voice sounded in his mind again: "Mr. Willie, get out of the way to the left!"

A sense of crisis immediately climbed up his back, and Viri jumped to the left, avoiding several skeletons attacking him from behind.

"You're Neil?" Willie whispered.

The voice said, "Yes, this is Neil."

"You can't beat me alone now. The thicker the fog, the more undead. If you don't get rid of my corpse and undead, you can't catch John." Neil said quickly, "I'll teach you now. The formula to drive the undead, John's magic power is not as strong as you, these undead have no master in essence, whoever is strong will be driven by whoever is."

Viri avoided the skeletons that kept rushing up, and ran around in the huge temple.

"Go to the statue in the center!" Neal commanded.

Viri didn't suspect him, and strode to the statue. He gasped lowly, raised his head, and looked at John from a distance of several meters.

Probably because he was too confident, John didn't cover up at all, and stood there complacently, while "Neil" beside him stood motionless, and the water shield completely covered him.The skeletons stared covetously, but they were wary of the statue, they dared not go forward, and only lingered on the side.

In the blink of an eye, the number of skeletons doubled several times, which made the hair stand on end.

Viri had never encountered such an opponent. He leaned against the statue and panted heavily, leaning against the cold body of the stone sculpture, hoping to draw a little strength from this statue that looked the same as Ignas.

Neil said: "Necromantic magic transcends life and death, and can bring the dead back to the world in the country of fog. It comes from the ancient gods, and they are also afraid of the gods."

"What do you mean?" Willie asked subconsciously, his heart skipping a beat.

"This statue is carved with the descendants of the ancient gods, and it has the breath of the gods," Neil said in a deep voice, "so the skeletons are afraid of it."

Willie was dazed by the words.

Neal said, "Mr. Willie, the statue won't last long. Now I'll teach you the spell."

Willie held his breath and listened carefully to his voice.

Neil recited the ancient spell with a strange tone and indescribable majesty.The incantation was extremely difficult to pronounce, and Viri had never heard this language before. He felt a shock all over his body, his consciousness became clearer, and everything in front of him was clearer than ever before.

The blue flames in the skull's eyes, the cracked stripes on the bones, and John's proud eyes behind the skull.

Viri took a breath and wrote down the pronunciation of the spell one by one.He silently recited this long and majestic mantra in his heart time and time again, and the true meaning of the mantra naturally appeared in his mind.

He opened his eyes and saw the door slowly opening outside the temple.

It is the gate connecting the living and the dead, leading to the Nibelungen, the land of the dead.

The dense fog gushing out from the land of fog covered the sky and the sun, and the thunder and lightning sword in Viri's hand seemed to feel the majesty of the ancient curse, and began to tremble non-stop.

With a buzzing sound, the long sword was thrown out of his hand uncontrollably, and it was inserted into the edge of the gate with lightning and thunder all the way.

The world suddenly stopped at this moment, Neil's voice disappeared from his mind, and everything before Viri's eyes became slow.Panting, he leaned against the stone sculpture behind him. The moment he let go of the long sword, all the strength in his body was drained, and the little magic power was so dry that it couldn't work.

Outside the temple, the gate at the end of the sky was thundering and lightning.

The roaring thunder and lightning rolled against the ground, dispelling the fog again and again, and the whole valley was filled with dazzling purple light. Wei Li's legs softened and he knelt on the ground.

John, who was more than ten meters away from him, was not much better. His face was visibly pale, and the body of "Neil" slowly fell backwards and hit the ground hard.

John's face was full of panic, and a mysterious force cut off the connection between him and the corpse.

The skeletons gradually turned into dust, and when the wind blew, they scattered in the air.

Viri panted heavily, his eyes reflected the scene of the door of life and death opening.The dust and sand transformed from the skeletons gathered into a tornado, which was sucked in by the gate, and the dense fog was chopped away by the electric light.Neil's body also floated up, left the temple, and finally sank into the dark door.

A cluster of fires ignited in the forest, and Viri felt that he had regained some strength, so he stood up supporting the stone sculpture.

He could only hear the sound of the fire burning the branches, and the marble bricks were reflected bright red, as if blood was flowing all over the ground.

Willie looked at John, assessing his current strength.Without a skeleton by his side, without Neil's body guarding him, John is just the meat on the chopping board, let him handle it.

Gathering up some strength, he shot suddenly, grabbed John, tied his hands and legs, and made him unable to move.

"Trash." Viri snorted coldly, "The Holy See can only send people like you, and it seems that they are indeed in decline."

"His talent is average, and he doesn't study hard," Neil's voice echoed in the temple for the first time, instead of appearing in his mind, "Mr. Willie, you can save some effort and don't have to work hard to suppress him. "

Viri raised his head and saw a spot of light floating not far away.

These scattered light spots condensed into a translucent human shape, and the facial features gradually became clear.

Neil smiled at him: "Mr. Willie, we finally meet."

John had passed out with fright the moment Neil appeared, stiff as a dead fish.

Viri let go of his hand, looked at the ghost in front of him, and was taken aback for a moment: "Is this your soul?"

"No, I'm already dead." Neil shook his head lightly. "What you see is only my remaining will. I am neither Neil nor Neil."

A person cannot be resurrected after death, and the soul cannot leave the body and live alone in the world.

Even God is the same.

Neil glanced at the comatose John, and then said unhurriedly: "I don't have much time left. If I were a holy man, I might be able to maintain this form for a little longer."

Viri sat down cross-legged, and the flames near the temple became more and more intense, and the sky was dyed bright red.

The heat wave swept over, making Viri's cheeks hot.He turned his head and looked outside the temple. The gate swallowed an astonishing number of skeletons like a whale. The dense fog had disappeared long ago, only thunder and fire.

Seeing his movements, Neil seemed to have misunderstood something: "These fires will go out soon, Mr. Willie doesn't have to worry."

"No, I'm not worried about this," Viri withdrew his gaze, "What is a descendant of the Protoss?"

Ever since the word came out of Neil's mouth, there were layers of doubts in his heart.

Descendants of the Protoss, this is a term he has never heard before. He thinks that the sun god Ogg believed in by the Holy See of Ogg is the long-standing deity belief.

And he never believed in the sun god.

"It's not so much the Protoss, but another race, similar to elves, gnomes, and humans, but their strength is stronger." Neil raised his hand and pointed to the stone sculpture, "For example, the stone sculpture, It is a god, to be precise, it is a descendant of the gods."

"What about other gods? Since you said it was a race, there should be other people."

"It's gone, it's gone," Neil said calmly, "That's the last 'God'."

——This year is the 99th year of the new calendar, and one year later, it will be a full 1000 years. God has disappeared from this world for a full 1000 years.

What Mason said suddenly appeared in his mind.

Viri asked quickly: "Could it be that the gods have disappeared for 1000 years?"

"That's right, 1000 years ago," Neil looked at the beautiful stone sculpture in the center of the temple, his melancholy expression was exactly the same as it, "——Ragnarok."

The world tree was bitten off by a poisonous dragon, the end came, the gate of the kingdom of fog was opened, the dead undead came out in force, and a tragic doomsday battle broke out in the atrium.

"The gods set out from Asgard and fought their enemies until they died together. The earth was reduced to a fiery purgatory, and the world tree fell in flames and blood. The surviving gods rebuilt the new world. Since that year, Time is defined as a new calendar. Later, the surviving gods also died, and new races appeared on the earth, human beings, as well as ancient races, such as elves and dwarves.”

Neil said softly, "Mr. Willie, you have seen elves before, and you know that they are long-lived, beautiful, and amazing."

Viri recalled that the elf with whom he had exchanged a non-aggression agreement more than 20 years ago was indeed beautiful and could eclipse everything around him.

"That's true," he agreed.

"They have experienced the twilight of the gods, and they also know many secrets that humans do not know. The stone statue is carved by the former cardinal archbishop, Ignas, and the violet scepter that the Holy See is looking for belongs to him. Ignas After death, the violet of the scepter is given to the custody of the elves."

Viri choked for breath: "Is he Ignace?"

Neil said, "He's Ignace."

Willy's mind was in a mess and he couldn't listen to anything.He had made many guesses, and the clues he had obtained before were enough for him to piece together the identity of the stone sculpture. He had overturned such absurd assumptions countless times, but in the end it was finally decided by Neil.

"The violet of the scepter is now kept by the elves in the misty forest. The Holy See doesn't know about it yet," Neil said, "When I was alive, I couldn't say these words out of my mouth. I know, as a last resort, I can only take this extreme way to pass the news on.”

Looking at Neil's calm face, Viri didn't know what to say.

"Don't feel sorry for me." Neil tapped his chest with his fist, but the heart there had long been unable to beat. "My parents died in the war launched by the Holy See. The Holy See took a fancy to my qualifications and washed them away." All my memories. Luckily, I got my own back."

"You—" Willie hesitated to speak.

"John is not my brother, so our talents are different." Neil looked at the fainting John on the ground, and mocked, "The real goal of the Holy See is Asgard, the city where the gods live."

Neil slowly shook out the jaw-dropping things one after another.

Willie's head is about to explode.

"It is a lost city. No one knows where it is, but as long as you have the violet scepter, you can open its long-sealed gate."

"Teacher, I can see the past and the future. You have the aura of violets on your body. In the future, you will be the fuse that can destroy the decaying Holy See of Auger."

The light and dust on Neil's translucent body dissipated, he looked at Viri, and said slowly: "Teacher, go to the elf Mason, and he will tell you the rest."

His body began to collapse, and the light spread like fireflies in all directions.

Neil waved his hand, and a channel of water appeared in the blazing flames outside the temple, separating the scalding blazing flames.

At the end of the passage, a long sword surrounded by lightning was inserted obliquely.

Viri didn't look at the sword, but stared at his seemingly ordinary face. He couldn't hold it anymore, and his facial features became blurred: "Neil, what's your name?"

"Randall Valentine." Neil pulled the corner of his mouth, showing an indistinct smile, "Ms. Willie, my name is Randall Valentine."

Viri took a few steps and held Randall's hand weakly: "You are my best student."

"You are also my most respected teacher." Randall said.

Randall's remaining consciousness finally dissipated completely, and the entire temple was filled with shining light spots, like fireflies flying all over the sky.

Viri recalled in a trance a long, long time ago.

When he was still in the academy, Randall was shy and introverted, rarely communicated with others, and had no friends. Apart from studying, he could only stay in the academy and never go out at all.In order to encourage Randall, he once took Randall to camp in a forest not far from the king.

It was summer at that time, and insects were buzzing in the woods.

The fireflies that night were as beautiful as the light spots in front of me.

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