Fantasy World Transmigration

The wind is raging, the turbulent airflow is like a whip, and it slams everything around.

When a large tree with two palms on the side of the harbor was pumped into two sections by a ‘wind whip’, Chen Ang stood next to it, wrapped in a branch in the wind, like a strong arrow, enough to penetrate Two-layered chain mail. This kind of weather, going out into a very dangerous thing. The empty city in Deepwater is like a ghost.

For the citizens here, the safe underground world is being washed by unidentified forces and is being rebuilt. In a short time, they dare not risk their lives to test. The earth on the ground was ravaged by the wind, and the believers of the God of Scourge also had the elements of the wind that belonged to him. They were strange, and they were attacked by the wind and spread fear.

Everything seems calm, but some of the things Chen Ang needs, but in this wave of shock, ferment!

“Since that night, everything has become very wrong. I can feel an undercurrent flowing around me. Some young children, they have a great future, but now they have something else in their eyes! Ambition and desire……”

Standing in the position of Pierre Galen, Kelben. The black scepter looked at the raging wind element of the horizon, and was with the great sages from afar, and he was the magical Goddess Misterla’s Ilminster. speak. Ilminster shook his head. “Children’s ambitions are not bad things. Old friends, you know, who is not young? Who is not young, has made mistakes? Ambition is the pride of young people…”

“But some mistakes are irreparable, and young people are more susceptible to temptation! Once they make mistakes, they will go further and further on the wrong path. We should guide them correctly, instead of sitting on them and breaking into the darkness… “He was silent for a moment. Sighed: “There have been three children who have turned away from their vows and committed a big mistake in murder.”

“Old friends, we can’t do it! The road to kindness is too tortuous, and the temptation of evil is within easy reach.” Ilminster deeped into a deep breath and sighed: “Irritable is what every young person will commit.” Wrong, you can’t make them like us. Stick to good and love, equality and understanding. They can’t see suffering as a pearl, torture as wealth, and don’t know what is really important to themselves!”

“They really believe in justice and seek it from the outside world, but we all know that justice is in our hearts, but it does not exist with Feren. From the door of Baldur to the deep water city, from Amn to Ice-wind Valley. Fair. And justice never exists! The belief and persistence of justice is the most precious…”

“Do you still recognize the black robe?” Kyle asked with a big eyes.

“I felt the chilling coldness from three months ago. At that time I thought it was an illusion. Until a few days ago, I heard the abyss tremble, the gods are crying, then my ears echoed the original magic. The sound of the tide, the hymn of the source of evil. Until the end, the whole world echoed that name…”

His eyes were free for a moment. Intentionally said: “The name that can’t be said!”

“Please allow me to call him Milner with the name of the god on the Black Rod Tower!” Ilminster said with a smile, he looked at the weak Kelben Black Rod, tortured by the shadow of fear. He blinked at him. “Yes, Miller! You forgot your old friend? Just here, you let death practice itself. The god of the dead. Become a ghost of the wild…”

Ilminster laughed as he spoke, and Kyleben groaned and laughed, as if they had returned to the days of Saint Holocaust, the thrilling adventure. At that time, they and the midnight, Ke Lanwo, sent the god of death, Mir, to the sky in Deepwater. That is the adventure that makes them famous in the world!

“haha! Old friends, I have forgotten that past…” Celtic swept away the darkness and fear, and the memories of his youth made him feel awkward and his face was flushed. They sang together. The bard sang the works of that great history, singing the magical Goddess midnight and the epic of the death of Walker Ran.

Walk with God!

Pleasantly singing, let Celtic get rid of the shadow that has been shrouded in him: “Old friend! After contacting you, I peeked at the name.”

Ilminster’s serious shaking head: “The smashing is not a good habit of the Master, old friend! You should not try to spy on this evil and powerful existence. His name is the king of darkness, and his name is the evil Lord. Peeping at Him will be cursed! Cautiousness is our most important insistence to protect ourselves.”

“Yes, Darth Miller! I shouldn’t try to spy on Him!”

Celtic said, there seems to be a trace of embarrassment, “Das, is the dark side of the universe. I have never looked at such pure darkness, that kind of pure black, so that my silver fire is dying I tried to peek into the deeper side of the name, but I felt a lot of evil and powerful souls…”

“They represent this name, bloody and powerful for this name. They are extremely evil, and the intelligence and power make me feel small and ridiculous. When I touch the deeper darkness they represent, Il Münster, my soul is tortured for this…”

“The crazy thoughts in my mind made me sleep all night. I was chaotic and unspeakable during that time. I was sure that I fell into a deeper abyss than the abyss, a monster called Darth Celtic. In my body. What makes me most painful is that I despise the gods and they are ignorant…”

“I think I have touched the great existence of this universe. This world tells me that He is the Force!” Celtic curled up and looked old and tired. “I have the soul to fight against it, wake up every day.” My soul is a wound.”

“Everything is gone, Celtic!” Ilminster hugged him. His voice was hoarse but the power in his words was warm, and he comforted his poor old friend: “Goddess still cares for you. Will you be blessed under His glory.”

“But I feel scared, old friend!” Celtic murmured: “The Force is like my mother…” He buried his head in his arm and didn’t want to hear Ilminster’s opening: ” I am hesitating, if the gods are shallow, where will my souls be converted? In my wildest days, the gods make me sick!”

Ilminster can feel the kind of torture and uneasiness, because the truth is sometimes more terrifying than cockroaches. The reason why the Master is hard to care for the gods is nothing but a heart of truth-seeking. For the gods, it is more sinful to reveal their truth than to be sinful, because the former makes them angry, and the latter makes them fear.

It is a master who plays with humanity. The old Master took a few mouthfuls of tobacco to warm himself up to dispel the lingering chill. The black robe, or Miller, always grasps the most vulnerable places of humanity. He knows that lies and deception can only last for a while, but reality can change a person forever.

Let a person know the truth that he should not know, more terrifying than deceiving him, and Ilminster knows how that reality can destroy a person. Just like being arbitrarily, ruled, the city guards who were used knew the truth about the nobility and the council. They must understand their situation and the deception.

The truth is, they have no future, or most of them have no future, serve, survive in danger and war, and finally retire as a medium-rich family. Support a warm little home. Young people are unable to accept the future without a future, and they do not know the value of dull and warm.

Ilminster is willing to change it with all of his own. But he also knows that the young people are constantly looking for it. They are chasing power, wealth, prestige and honor. They are eager to be human. And the truth is, impossible!

In merchants, nobles, guilds, and councils, those who are already standing there cannot give up their position.

This is the truth they should not know. It will surely arouse the ambitions that should not be possessed, and then feel angry for injustice, suppression and framedness. In the end, this anger that pursues fairness and justice will burn everything.

Those wise young people, those who were instilled with plots and power by Miller, will use this evil-given weapon to chase their dreams and ambitions. Ilminster is saddened by this, the game of power, there will be no winners, and the false justice revealed by Miller will eventually destroy these children.

Together with the deep water city.

Ilminster clung to the bronze ring in his hand, and he was a little scared because of this fear that allowed him to remain vigilant about the ring.

“How did you finally get rid of these crazy illusions?” Ilminster looked back at the silent Celtic black stick.

Celtic looked up and shook his head in a smile: “The ring!”

“What are you talking about?” Ilminster walked a few steps to him, asking a little more seriously.

“It’s a ring! Nineteen rings!” Celtic sang: “The world’s elves cast three rings, the dwarfs of the earth have seven rings, and the mortal mortals hold the nine rings, the magical demon scene is vacant, and the dark king sits on the supreme ring. ”

“You are wrong, black stick, you are wrong!” Ilminster warned: “Give it to me!”

“It’s not for me…” Celtic shook his head.

“Give it to me!” Ilminster scolded: “Give me the ring in the name of Goddess!”

“I can’t do it!” Celtic also responded angrily. He quickly realized his lost self-control. After a moment of silence, he whispered to Ilminster: “I feel its control over me. But I can’t live without it, I need it to protect me against Darth Celtic. The ring has magic…”

“So I was on that night, I told you that the night of the Deepwater City crisis, when I was short-lived, I discarded it and threw it into the deep sea, just downstream of the port, letting the wind and the waves swallow it. ”

“I hope you are telling the truth!” Ilminster said seriously: “But you have to tell me, what is it for you to find me today? Is it for Das?”

“No, it’s an eye!”

“On top of the tower, it has a tumbling eyeball, red and red like a magma, like a bloody red flame, tearing open a crack, which leads to the deepest darkness. The eyeball is like a flowing flame, but the iris More like a fine bloodshot, the darkest, most evil soul in the middle! That is the eye!”