twilight end

There is still a sign at the entrance of the zoo that the park is being renovated and tours are suspended.

The spirits rested in their cages, passed through the iron railings, and I approached the tiger spirit and touched his back. The wound seemed to have begun to heal, with a thick layer of scab. "Do you feel itchy?"

The tiger nodded heavily: "It's itchy, but I can't catch it." Then he looked at me beggingly, hoping that I could help him scratch it twice.

I wanted to laugh a bit, patted his head, and told him that I couldn't do it for me, the wound would open if I scratched it, and I would be chased and killed by the Feng family who cherish the fruits of my labor the most in the whole world.

Tilting its head miserably, the tiger muttered, "It is for this reason that I dare not rub against the wall."

Probably because it feels smaller, the area of ​​the wound decreases with the size of the body, and relatively speaking, the range of itching will also decrease. At this moment, the tiger essence looks a little bigger than an ordinary cat, just enough for me to hold in my hand.

I hugged the little tiger and sat under a big tree. The river not far away glistened in the sun. Touching the soft fur gave me a strange sense of peace.

The air was filled with the smell of green grass. I pressed the little tiger's face and asked him, "Why do some things happen, but the more I think about it, the more I can't find the reason?"

The little tiger in his arms moved restlessly: "Yeah, why is it always itchy? Why does the wound have thick scabs, why is it so itchy???" There was a broken voice.

I looked at him sympathetically, "Let me help you ask Rui, and I will tell you when I come next time."

The little tiger rolled his eyes: "When you come next time, my scabs will fall off. What reason do I need?"

I was discouraged, and pinched his nose very unhappy. The little tiger stuck out his tongue and licked my hand, repaying his kindness with kindness.

Sighing, I sat under the tree for a day with the tiger spirit in my arms, my thoughts were chaotically entangled, and I occasionally said a few words to the little tiger, mostly chickens and ducks.

The sky was getting dark, and the tiger spirit had already lazily fallen asleep.

I put him back in the iron cage. Before leaving the zoo, I couldn't help but look back at the neat rows of cages. Because he can teleport away at any time, the so-called constraints created by humans are actually useless.

What can really constitute a bondage exists deep in the heart, but it cannot be seen or touched.

Sighing again, I walked out of the gate of the zoo.

As soon as I arrived at the stairs of the building where I lived, at the corner, a figure flashed by. If I read correctly, there seemed to be long blue hair behind the figure.

Shaking off the feeling of trance, I walked to the door of the house. I couldn't feel the aura of Elder Kirk and the beautiful woman. I felt a little strange, so I didn't take out the key to open the door, and just flashed into the house.

Rui came over from the balcony, saw me, nodded to me, and handed me a bag of blood as usual, as if he hadn't left in the past few days.

It seems that as soon as he came back Elder Cook hurried back to London.The person most beautiful women in this world are willing to abuse is Mori. Now that she is gone, it is estimated that Mori came back with Rui.

It is said that the strongholds of our family and the werewolf family are mainly in England and France. At this critical juncture, these two people did not guard the base camp and rushed back. There is only one reason, that is, the head of the demon hunter is in China, and it is very likely During this time in N city.

I was about to ask, when I suddenly saw the Encyclopedia of Magic spread out on the table, and immediately looked up at Rui in embarrassment, thinking that it was time for Elder Kirk to tell him about my magical amnesia.

Unexpectedly, Rui just put the book away and put it in the drawer, watched me hesitate to speak for a long time, and said "There may be a fierce battle tomorrow, you should go to bed early." and walked back to the bedroom.

Calculating the time, tomorrow happens to be the date of the battle on the demon hunter's battle post, but the group of people sneaked ahead, will they still fight as promised?

However, my father once said that there is a saying in the art of war: the false is the real, and the real is the false, so it is not impossible for the sneak attack to be mysterious.

It's just that this trick of mystery happened to meet the strict eye made in England, so it might not be able to take advantage of it.

About just off the plane, because of the time difference, Rui slept very soundly next door, and there was no sound at all.

But I tossed and turned on the quilt alone and couldn't fall asleep, feeling inexplicably depressed.

As a member of the blood family, we understand the unruly personality and habits of the people. We are not monogamous like human beings. It is morality to insist that two people's hearts and bodies be tied together for life.

Human life is short like floating clouds, and there are still many unethical and derailed people. We who have eternal life naturally regard this so-called morality as a joke.

It's just that what is the reason for my strange insomnia?

When the sheep counted to nine hundred and ninety-nine, I finally jumped up impatiently. I am a man, I can be used as a quilt when the sky falls, and insomnia is nothing.

I found out the magic note that Rui recorded a few days ago, since there might be a fight tomorrow, let's grind our guns before the battle!

But after looking at the ghostly symbols for a while, I just felt that my head was getting heavier and heavier, and finally fell asleep after an hour...

The next day, Rui said that he was not sure if there would be a fight, and if I was bored at home, I could go to work first.

Morrie, who came to borrow "Magic Encyclopedia" early in the morning, added viciously, "Anyway, even if there is a fight, you can't help now?"

I rolled my eyes at him, admitting that he was telling the truth, but "what do you mean now?"

Is there anything wrong with me? ? !

Uh, well, it's a little shameful to forget it, but even geniuses have flaws, don't they?

Morrie coughed and looked around uncomfortably.

"Elder Kirk told us the result of your magic learning." Rui replied with a blank expression.

Morrie stood aside and smiled, looking at me kindly and sympathetically: "I can't think of it..."

The following words disappeared into Ray's sudden smile.

"Then, I'm off to work." Surprised by Rui's smile early in the morning, I forgot for a moment his warning not to use teleportation, and disappeared in a flash.

Before I got to the downstairs of the company, I saw the dead human being talking happily with a European man in his thirties from a distance, completely ignoring the flow of people passing around, and they did not forget to pat each other on the shoulder to express their agreement .

The blond-haired European man was wearing light-colored casual clothes, with pentagrams shining all over his body. When I got closer, I realized that this man was just the brother-in-law of one of the kidnappers I had just met a few days ago.

I was about to walk past them, but the dead humans over there saw me and pulled the blond magician to turn around.

I had no choice but to stay and exchange greetings with them. The dead human looked eager to find friends to share with the New World, and seemed to have completely forgotten the chaos and embarrassment of the previous day.

Since he doesn't take it seriously, I certainly don't want to be weird, and the topic of discussion between the dead humans and the magician has aroused my greater interest.

Although most magicians hide in the mountains and are not easy to appear, there are still many anecdotes about magicians in the history of magic.

Among them, the most famous one is the great magician who single-handedly sealed the monsters in different spaces that caused the turmoil in Europe thousands of years ago, and made all countries helpless, and wiped out the traces of the monsters.

The cause and effect of the whole incident have never appeared in any official records. Humans and other races seem to have made an appointment, and collectively erased all relevant documents.

It also made the magician who appeared thousands of years ago become a mysterious legend in the minds of many younger generations.

This idol who is said to have saved the whole of Europe and has attracted the admiration of many magicians and spirits has become a completely different version under the research of the blond man.

He raised several questions. If the legend is true, such a hero should be recorded in the annals of history by the magic world and the elf world. Even if the history is not exhaustive, he should be sung and praised repeatedly by bards.

However, this eloquent history has been slightly praised in all the official historical records, and even disappeared in the myths and legends written by human beings.

Of course, it is possible that the great magician has a low-key personality and does not like to make publicity, and he took action to hide all records.

But there has been no news for thousands of years, which is very strange.

After all, no matter how strong a magician is, he is still a member of human beings, and he cannot avoid birth, old age, sickness and death. It seems extremely inconceivable that such an earth-shattering figure would pass away so quietly.

The blond guy talked endlessly, and finally came to a very strange conclusion, that is, there may have been no monsters thousands of years ago, and it is very likely that the magician himself caused the catastrophe and harmed the world.

He has traveled around in the past few years, interviewing countless spirits and magicians who have lived for thousands of years. Almost all of them shook their heads and said that they knew nothing about the catastrophe of thousands of years ago, and they did not seem to be lying.

Then the so-called magician who saves the world is very likely to be a huge lie.

"What's more, brother-in-law once passed through a different dimension when he was sending the princess of the Feng clan back home. According to him, the different dimension is nothingness, and there is no sense of existence at all." He paused, "He probably wouldn't lie to me. "

The dead humans were very interested in his speculation, and he put forward several other ideas of his own.

"Is it possible that the so-called monsters have become extinct for some reason, similar to the situation of dinosaurs in the past thousand years?"

"Or what happened in the different space that turned into nothingness in these thousand years?"

"Or maybe that void was created by the great magician himself in order to prevent future troubles?"

He uttered a series of hypotheses, obviously having a deep affection for the legendary magician, and defended passionately.But even I, who was on the sidelines, could see that what he said was a joke, and I didn't even fully believe it myself.

The blond man looked taught, but he was a foreigner. He couldn't say "listening to what you say is better than reading ten years of books." Likes and hates and the like.

I couldn't help but sigh secretly, are all magicians so simple?If the so-called magicians have this quality, it is estimated that the demon hunters will not be afraid.

Shaking his head, just as he was about to step into the company's gate, the tiger spirit's voice transmission from thousands of miles had already floated over: "The demon hunter is here as promised." His voice was extremely high-pitched, full of excitement before the battle.

My heart sank, and I was secretly annoyed. Rui and Morrie are not enough friends. They must have got the news a long time ago, but they didn't make any noise, and they joined forces to put me together.

When I broke into the enchantment of the zoo, I saw all the magicians and spirits were in a chaotic battle.

Cold weapons that have been eliminated by human civilization for hundreds of years have reappeared.

Fighting spirits and monsters in all kinds of weird prototypes, and warriors wearing thick and heavy armor, either flew into the sweeping wind blades and fireballs, or escaped to the ground, quietly releasing air waves that looked at them.

As a spell amnesiac, my force value is comparable to that of ordinary humans. For my own safety, I have to use the only skill I am good at - teleport to a safe corner, so as not to cause unnecessary casualties to myself.

The so-called mystery of the authorities is clear to the bystanders. Because I was standing outside the battle circle, I saw all the magicians, swordsmen, witches and wizards in a corner of the guard without looking for traces.

It was a magician without armor, (of course, in this melee, all the magicians, warlocks and wizards seemed to be unarmed, and those armed to the teeth were basically swordsmen).

Among a group of blond and blue-eyed fellows, his flying black hair stands out.

Different from other magicians, what he uses is not the magic that is the easiest to summon from the three elements of wind, fire and water, but the magic of light that can only be summoned by very high-level magicians.

"Come from the other side, return to the other side, the shining brilliance, turn into an invincible sword! Use the atmosphere as a bow, and the brilliance as an arrow, bear the power of my will, and cut through the void!! Bless me "Light Annihilating the Bullet ", give me the "Arrow of the Skylight", the art of light, in my name, strike out a brighter shining brilliance! "

The incantation was uttered smoothly, and under the skillful gestures, a dazzling white light flashed, tearing through the dark sky shrouded in dark clouds.

All the magicians moved to a safe place in an instant as if they had made an appointment, and the spirits who stayed in place were not slow to react, and narrowly avoided the moment before the white light shone on the ground.

The only people who are illuminated by this white light are the peacocks who think they are neutral and can sit back and relax.

Shrouded in white light, hundreds of peacocks opened their tails in fright, a very gorgeous and charming scene, but it only lasted for a moment.

After a snap of the fingers, the countless peacock feathers flickering in the light were instantly wiped out.

The peacock family was completely wiped out.

I don't know if the Peacock King will die in peace because of the rebellion of the human magician?

Strictly speaking, it is not a breach of promise.

After all, what the black-haired magician had to deal with was not the peacocks shrunk in the cage, but all the spirits on the battlefield.

The Peacock Clan was only affected by disasters because their vigilance was weakened by a piece of paper and books. Therefore, it is indeed a wise saying to live in sorrow and die in peace.

One blow failed, obviously his identity was exposed, the black-haired magician no longer hid in the crowd, he grandly called all the demon hunters to one end, and began to arrange the legendary pentagram formation to seal the demons.

Amidst a series of murmurs, all the spirits in place were enclosed one by one in the pentagon in the middle of the golden five-pointed star shining in the void. The size of the five-pointed star varies, depending on the number of spirits trapped inside.

I watched helplessly as the Eagle Clan warriors were sealed into the pentagon in twos and threes, fluttering their wings in vain, but they couldn't fly.

The tiger spirit was sealed in a small five-pointed star alone, rushing from left to right, but still unable to break through the shackles of the surrounding frame.

Under the overwhelming spell, I stood not far away and could only watch around for the time being. I was secretly anxious. After watching for a while, I still couldn't see Rui and Morrie.

It seemed impossible to say that they would leave the spirits alone, but among the hundreds of five-pointed stars flashing in front of them, they were clearly absent.

I was so anxious that I could only ask by voice transmission secretly, but unexpectedly, the message that was sent out was bounced back by an enchantment. It seems that it was done by the demon hunter, intending to isolate the outside world and the zoo.

You must know that this five-pointed star formation is also called the magician's star, and it is specially used to seal the so-called demons in the legend.

After being sealed inside, the spirits and monsters in the seal will be destroyed in a short while, and the thousand years of practice will definitely be destroyed.

Eagle King and the others all showed a look of resignation to death at this moment. I couldn't help but stroked my forehead, please, keep the green hills here, so I don't worry about running out of firewood!

The black-haired mage had a gloomy face, and slowly raised his left hand with the Solomon ring. Seeing this, I had to come out of the corner, "Wait a minute."

All the magicians heard the sound and looked over, and expressed their bewilderment that the fish that slipped through the net did not escape quickly and call for help, but instead surfaced to seek death in a foolish way.

At this moment, I thought of Zhuge Liang's lines and expression countless times when he was fighting against the Confucians. When I came to play it, it was completely useless, so I could only stand there silently.

The black-haired magician turned around like everyone else, with a sneer on the corner of his beautiful mouth: "Lian Qiong, you came just in time, and I have a debt to settle with you blood race, since you came to the door first, I will not You're welcome."

The spell sounded again.

"Wait a minute, wait a moment." I interrupted his chanting aloud for the second time. The two guys, Rui and Morrie, did not know where they went. Could it be that they were tricked by others?God knows how long I can delay.

"The little tiger is still hurting, he's lonely, I'll stay with him." In order to delay the time, I tiptoed and walked into the five-pointed star formation that surrounded the tiger spirit. middle.

The five-pointed star formation can only be entered but not exited. The person who created it must be a guy who does not know how to adapt. After I squeezed into the formation, the hateful five-pointed frame did not grow any bigger to accommodate me.

Probably when the pentagram was created, the creator didn't expect that anyone would voluntarily run in and suffer, so he forgot to increase the elasticity of the pentagram.

I was squeezed together with the tiger spirit, because we couldn't get out, the space was very small, there was no place to stretch out our arms and legs, so I had the cheek to ask the tiger spirit to shrink again.

He looked at me speechlessly for a while, probably thinking that I had come to die, and it wouldn't help if he blamed me any more. He cooperated and shrunk down to the size I saw yesterday, just enough for me to hug and sit in my arms contentedly. to the ground.

I raised my head and watched the black-haired magician raised his left hand again, sighed, and continued to procrastinate: "Who? Tell me, when did we tie the knot?"

This is absolutely true. God knows that I, who has never had anything to do, and who is despised by Rui and the others to death even learning magic, when will I be so famous that even demon hunters can recognize me?

Wait, I remembered, Rui said before, what kind of association did that witcher set up.

Generally, organized gangs are organized in groups, and most of their work is somewhat planned, and they will conduct some investigations and other actions beforehand.

According to "Sun Tzu's Art of War", this is called knowing yourself, knowing your enemy, and winning a hundred battles. Since Rui is the patriarch of the blood clan, and unfortunately I am his chosen companion, I will naturally be on the investigation list of the demon hunters.

It was not so strange to be recognized.

But with such an inference, the identity of the black-haired magician is about to be revealed.

I lowered my head, procrastinating for a while, still trying to find a way to hold him back from casting spells, "I heard that your leader is a guy from Di Lin? Ask him to speak up."

"I am Zhai Lin," the black-haired magician turned his head, and looked at the Eagle King with hatred. "The Eagle Clan should be familiar with this name, right?"

The young Eagle King lowered his head silently, patted his son who was locked in the same pentagram with him, and said slowly, "This is a personal grievance between our Eagle Clan and you. Come on, why bother to implicate so many innocent people.”

"Innocent?" Zhai Lin laughed loudly, "They are innocent, isn't my sister innocent? She deserves to be a sacrifice of your Eagle Clan? On the day before her wedding, she deserves to be captured by your Eagle Clan as old and new." A sacrifice for the patriarch's succession?"

"Sorry," the Eagle King lowered his head, "Once in 300 years, when the patriarch of our Eagle Clan changes, we need a young girl to sacrifice, and it happens to be Lingmei."

I have also heard about the sacrifice of the Eagle Clan. This event happens once every 300 years. Originally, for the Eagle Clan, sacrificing a human girl in 300 years is nothing but a trivial matter.

It's just that the suffering master is standing there at this moment, and the Eagle King, as the patriarch, has nothing to say. In this world, the weak and the strong prey on the strong.

The tiger spirit poked his head in my arms, and suddenly said, "Even though the Eagle clan owes you, Lian Qiong didn't let you down, why don't you let him go?"

All the spirits nodded, and they all agreed: "Lian Qiong is not from us, and we can't count him as a liquidator."

But these words only caused Zhai Lin to sneer with disdain, he looked at me angrily, "I will not let you off, you blood race."

The hatred in his eyes when he looked at me was no less than that of Eagle King. I was half doubtful, and half was trying to delay the time, so I couldn't help asking: "Why?"

"Why?" Zhai Lin looked at me mockingly, "Didn't your people tell you?"

Seeing my bewildered face, he turned to the Eagle King again, "Where is the place where the Eagle Clan captured my sister?"

The Eagle King glanced at the tribe, and a warrior in the Eagle tribe replied: "Hospital." Looking straight into Zhai Lin's eyes, "It was my hands."

Zhai Lin stared at the eagle warrior: "My sister's blood type is the rare RH AB blood type. She will be hospitalized because of excessive blood loss."

He looked at me with eyes wide open, "The ones who caused her to lose too much blood are you greedy vampire zombies."

I bowed my head like the Eagle King. To me, blood is just food for hunger, so blood type basically doesn’t matter, but I also know that some self-proclaimed gourmets in the clan have a stubborn preference for certain blood types .

Probably RH-negative AB blood is very rare, and it is in the veins of young girls. The clansman sucked a few more mouthfuls and threw the girl in a coma from excessive blood loss irresponsibly at the door of the hospital. Then the girl died. Maybe you will meet the eagle people who are looking for sacrifices.

Seeing that the witcher raised his left hand with the ring engraved with the Seal of Solomon again, I hugged the tiger spirit, and was speechless for a while.

Ray, it looks like you're late!

I don't know what expression you will have when you see that there are things that escape your grasp in this world?