The day's hustle and bustle sent LAN into his dreams early, and he was not afraid of the beast's attack, because he knew that when he was really in danger, the presence in the right arm's coat of arms would come out to protect him.
Two consecutive nights of experience had completely calmed him down, and he knew that the beautiful nightmare would come... There was a red glow in LAN's tent, and then Gasiah saw LAN come out.
No! The color of the eyes is not right!
A smile flashed in the black eyes. "Don't be afraid, he's coming."
Looking back, it was the beautiful figure that had bewitched him. The ice-blue magic spread out, and then, both his clothes and his ice-blue hair hung straight down, and countless colors of gaze fell on his back. Gasiah stepped aside, and behind him was the flickering flames. The blue figure nodded slightly, and the magic in the sky suddenly subsided as if it had never existed.
"Are you called Gasiah?" The bare feet did not fall to the ground because the magic had been exhausted, and an emotionless gaze fell into his eyes.
Gasiah subconsciously tried to avoid his gaze, and unconsciously looked in LAN's direction, but where his gaze reached, there was no LAN, not even the boy who looked like LAN.
"No need to look," said a little impatiently, "just answer my question honestly."
Gasiah stared at the man in front of him. He looked very young, and could even be said to be just a teenager, no more than LAN's age, and he was very pretty, and LAN was pretty too, very delicate pretty, but LAN's pretty was not so delicate as to be more resolute.
"If you had to choose between LAN 'er and something else, what would you choose?" His question was strange.
"LAN." Garcia's answer was firm, an answer he had been thinking about for a long time.
"Actually... There is no difference in choosing between light and darkness." The tone suddenly became very light, and the illusion in the eyes vanished in an instant to a bottomless black, "I'm glad you chose LAN..."
Countless flashes of light rushed into his body, but Gasiah did not feel any pain. When his vision adapted to the darkness again, the handsome young man was nowhere to be seen. In the pitch-black night, there was only the rustling of leaves as the wind swept through, and... LAN's steady breathing.
Garcia was not quite used to it. His senses seemed to have suddenly become much more acute, and he felt that it had something to do with the previous two nights, but why did it help him? When LAN is mentioned, then it should be related to LAN, the last moment of the relaxed and pleasant tone... Gasiah had a hunch that he should be a friend.
Without weariness, Garcia appeared very energetic, as if everything in his eyes had come to life. He walked into LAN's tent, and in the darkness, he clearly saw LAN's red eyes.
"What's wrong?" LAN looked at him, a tiny lighting magic hovering over the top of the tent, while he was curled up in his sleeping bag, showing no intention of getting up.
"Nothing..." Garcia did not understand why he had come in. "It's raining a little outside." A terrible excuse.
"Um." LAN replied drowsily. He could not sleep, but if he did, he had to pay attention to the quality of his sleep. But this time he was clearly unable to do so. His eyes had just closed and opened again.
"I'd better go out." " Gasiah thought it was his own disturbance that kept him awake and was about to turn around when LAN grabbed him.
"You..." LAN looked at him with a strange expression. "What happened?"
"Huh?" Gasiah didn't quite understand. LAN's finger was placed on his wrist, and he could feel the subtle energy surging into his body. He had never encountered such a situation before and didn't know what to do, and this energy flowed through his entire body and then returned to LAN's fingertips.
"It seems you've seen my brother." LAN suddenly said something confusing.
"The one that looks like you..." When it comes to his brother, the first thing that comes to Gasiah's mind is the boy whose eyes are different from LAN's.
"That's Crimson." "Fei is my important companion, but he doesn't allow me to call him brother, and he doesn't have the ability to transform your body," LAN said.
"Transform... "Body?" Gasiah had no idea at all what was going on.
"The essence of fighting qi and magic is almost the same," LAN had to explain to him from the beginning. "Both are gathering external elements and making them one's own power. Cultivation is increasing the capacity one can store in one's body. At the highest level, there is no more distinction between magic and fighting qi. The difference lies only in the skill of manipulating fighting qi and magic." Seeing that Garcia still didn't quite understand, LAN was a bit at a loss as to how to explain, "Try setting a fireball."
"Great fire element, lend me your power, Fireball Technique!" Based on past failures, Gasias carefully recited the spell. The spell, as a bridge of communication with the element, had no particular restrictions. Beginners would have a relatively systematic set of spells, but after being able to communicate with the element, the spells could be made up by themselves.
A fireball the size of a watermelon appeared on Gasiah's fingertip, and he was so scared that he threw the fireball out without even looking. Generally, the fireball produced by the fireball technique has the same temperature as the ordinary fire. Maybe it will produce high temperature after being compressed by a high-level mage, but it is almost impossible to turn the fire into an ice-like temperature like a wave.
"Stop practicing dark magic. Your bit of demonic bloodline is not enough for you to master dark magic." LAN looked seriously at Gasiah, who still had a look of astonishment, "Your magic and fighting spirit have merged together. You just need to practice one and the other will grow along with it. You just need to pay attention to the manipulation skills."
Gasiah nodded, and he couldn't wait to try out the magic that had just been used.
"It's a headache." LAN waved his right hand, and the little bird, like a flame, stood on his fingertip. "Fei, though I don't interfere, I'll be the worst one again!"
"It doesn't matter. The summoned beast and the master are one. As long as I'm strong enough, it doesn't matter how bad you are." The little red bird began to speak, but whether it was the words or the smug tone when it spoke, it could infuriate a person to death, but it soon shut up because LAN just waved it and held it in her hand. Judging from the force of her grip, it was better for her not to be smug any longer.
"Let me ask you one more question," LAN's eyes flashed with a teasing smile. "How come you have only one feather left?"
"It's so small in total. How could there be a place to insert so many feathers!" I don't know why LAN asked this question. I answered without thinking, but I regretted it! It is a god who soars through time and space! Isn't that like admitting that you are a bird?
"Sure enough, you're a silly bird!" " LAN said with a grin, then let go of the little bird in his hand and let it go aside to be depressed.
Gasiah heard the conversation between LAN and the little bird very clearly. He didn't mean to eavesdrop, but by accident, the words drifted into his ears. But he was also puzzled, wasn't Fei the little bird? But when he said someone like LAN, LAN also said it was Fei. Could that little bird be that person? !
But doubt is doubt, LAN won't explain it to him.
As a result, LAN was not going to sleep. Anyway, it made no difference whether he slept or not, and there was still some time before dawn. It would be better to see what the monsters that appeared at night were capable of.
LAN did not pack up his tent, and his intention was not to go far, so red little bird Fei did not follow, and Garcia was busy studying his own changes, knowing that he was leaving, and did not follow.
The sky was gradually getting light, and although Gasiah could cast low-level spells, he was unable to cast intermediate or advanced spells, and he could not control the size of the fireballs or ice arrows, nor the trajectory of the push, and after releasing a few fireballs, he felt empty inside, unable to cast spells or gather fighting energy.
Tired, he returned to the open tent and saw the little red bird with its head buried in the sleeping bag, its feet straight up, its bottom high up, and its wings flapping, looking extremely funny.
"Where is LAN?" Gasia chuckled and asked. He didn't have the courage to laugh openly because he clearly remembered how terrifying the flame control ability of the boy LAN called Fei was. Not to mention whether the little bird and the boy were the same person, just from the cries that had once repelled the gatekeeper of hell, the little bird wouldn't be an easy character to bully.
"How do I know!" The little bird, with its head stuffed in the sleeping bag, said muffled.
Gasiah gave a wry smile.
The little bird suddenly rose its head out of the sleeping bag and tilted its head, not knowing what it was thinking.
For some reason, Gasiah could sense that it was sensing something, and he had a feeling that its expression was growing more and more solemn.
The little bird suddenly raised its head, a flash of terror flashed in its black eyes, and in an instant it turned into a red light and flew out, and in the next moment, a nearly mournful cry resounded through the sky.
Gasiah had a vague feeling that something was wrong with LAN. At the moment the bird raised its head, he could clearly sense its panic. He was certain that it was not an illusion! As the red light passed by, Gasiah chased after it. As far as the eyes could reach, the red light that the little bird had transformed was gone and vanished in an instant, and on the other side, an ice-colored light swept in the same direction at a speed faster than the red light, a speed that Gasiah could never catch up with... But to catch up is a matter of ability, to go is a matter of mind, and he is LAN's sworn knight. How could he entrust his responsibility to someone else? !
LAN had not intended to go that far. Not long after leaving the camp, he encountered a black magic leopard, which had almost discovered its presence at the same time as him. Logically, such a fierce beast should have attacked immediately, but this magic leopard just glanced at LAN and turned and took a small step away.
A beast that looks like it has signed a contract... Could there be someone else here? LAN is a bit strange. There are no treasures in the Black Forest to plunder, and the ranks of the monsters are relatively uniform. They are only suitable for cultivation, and adventure would lack novelty.
Thinking to himself, LAN followed. And this magic leopard was also very strange. Several times it turned its head to look at him, but it didn't stop him from following. A few times, when he stood a little further away, the magic leopard even stopped to wait for him.
But it was revealed at dawn when the black panther stopped at the edge of the forest. It was hard to imagine that there was such a large clearing in the forest, but this clearing was not created by nature, it was made by man, and this man was the Black Cannon Mage standing in the middle of the clearing at this moment.
The clearing was a black, very muddy land, and in the mud there were countless pale creatures, LAN recognized at a glance that they were animal or human bones. A wooden stake was set up in the clearing, and a spirit about sixteen or seventeen years old was bound to it. The spirit was covered with wounds, and the bloodstains had solidified into black, completely obscuring the original color of the skin. Apparently, some kind of inhumane torture.
A greyish-white flame blazed from the fingertips of the black-roiled mage, and in the next moment, the flame turned into a greyish-white whip that struck the elf hard. The elf, unable to bear the torment, cried out in agony and struggled to lose consciousness again.
The black leopard leapt out and took the second whip in place of the elf.
LAN's palms were sweating, and the black-robed mage was actually a priest of the dead... Though he could have managed to hold back his breath and run away, if we were to talk about saving someone...
The black leopard was caught by the greyish-white whip, and after a couple of flips, it had lost its breath.
There's no other way. A sinister voice, from the Black-robed mage, "If you, as the heir to the Dark Elf throne, don't know where Alex's heart is, don't you? Stop us from joining forces with the demons, that's a good idea!"
The Dark Elf's successor to the throne? Alex's Heart... It has been given to Shaphinus, so it seems Shaphinus didn't hand it over? ! LAN seemed so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't pay attention to locking his breath.
"Who's there?" A shrill scream that almost pierces the eardrum.
LAN thought it was bad and jumped backward quickly, but it was still a step too late.
"You underestimate the Priest of the dead!" With the sinister laughter, a bony claw came out of LAN's chest. This hand passed through from behind to the left, but the laughter did not last long, for he soon discovered that this claw should normally be able to pull out a person's heart, but now not only did it not, but a large amount of flames were burning his arm.
LAN turned around with difficulty, not wanting to turn his back to his enemy, his consciousness began to blur, which seemed to be caused by massive blood loss. A shrill phoenix cry came from the sky, LAN reached out and drew a mysterious magic symbol in the air, and then, with a sharp pain in his abdomen, he completely lost consciousness...