Lord of the Silver Crow

The other side far away.

Under the gray moon, the Starr Empire.

Above the central mountain.

Above the highest mountain range on this glorious continent is a high mountain lake surrounded by mountains.

On this mirror-like lake, a tall tower stands on it.

Calmly, the mountain lake reflecting the sky like a mirror also reflects the view of the tower.

Inside the tower, an old man in a light black robe looked towards the lake.

There was a stream of light in his eyes.

There are only tall towers reflecting downward on the lake, and the crimson moon that seems to sink in the bottom of the lake.

However, in the eyes of the old man, in addition to these scenes, there is a rush of dense light currents, and the dense light currents seem to be trajectories, intertwined with extremely precise patterns.

The old man’s expression is not good:

"No, the situation is not right, it shouldn't be like this."

He couldn't help but raised his head and looked at the sky, at the gray moon.

"The gray moon is the shadow cast by the shadow world on the starry sky, on the long river of time."

"The red moon is a phantom projected by the material world on the starry sky and on the long river of time."

"Through the gray moon, you can directly interfere in the shadow world. If you want to use the prophecy spell, you also need to pass the gray moon."

The old man's expression became more solemn:

"The starry sky of glory is a fake. There is no doubt about this. The closer and closer the relationship between the star points on the starry sky and the glory, the bigger it will appear."

Suddenly, his eyes widened:

"The sun is the phantom of the elemental plane of fire projected on the river of time, that race..."

He thought of a race that had been deliberately erased from the contours of cognition, and retained the impression that it would form channels through cognition to erode the target.

He knew very well that the branches and leaves falling from the world, the gods representing flames, descended from the fire elemental realm onto the material realm.

The closer you are to the Fire Elemental Realm, the greater the power of that **** and race can be exerted.

Therefore, the wizards of the Glory Empire period chose to cooperate with the elves to destroy the flame gods, guide the opponents to rebirth under the ice abyss, and seal them.

He knew very well that in order to prevent that race from breaking through the seal, and also as a research direction, the wizard of the Soul Research Tower did a lot of things.

But what happened some time ago...

He couldn't help sighing.

The old man couldn't help but recall the reason why he became the great sage of the Starr Empire.

The Starr Empire is not a great empire.

The most well-known of the Starr Empire is the prophetic wizard.

However, he is not the best prophecy wizard.

It can even be said that he is not a prophetic wizard.

Born from Arabella, he even served as the blue-robed sage of Arabella for a period of time. What he is best at and the best is the precise control of details.

This, driven by his bloodline, the bloodline power he inherited, can be brought into play.

but......

He has no talent for predicting spells.

Until now, he has not been able to fully understand the great sage Norraun, the strongest man in the Starr Empire, why he would let him succeed the "Great Sage", which is equivalent to the status of other empires in the Starr Empire. Seat.

"Son of the Times"?

A long-lived word buried deep in his memory emerged, making him shook his head involuntarily.

That is the source of sorrow, that is the source of the great wizards who resist at all costs and even intend to destroy the world.

But he is not.

He is a "pseudo", he is not the real son of the age.

He is nothing but a survivor who was "fortunate" to stand on the same battlefield with the real son of the age and fought for his life, a pseudo-"son of the age".

However, all this is long past.

Since that...

Thinking of this, suddenly, the old man couldn't help but stunned.

He forgot?

As a wizard, "forgetting" is definitely an abnormal situation.

As his fingers flicked, white light like starlight appeared, solidifying into a semi-transparent spot in front of his eyes, and a series of text symbols appeared on it.

No record, no related description...

abnormal.

Absolutely abnormal.

Why is the "son of the age", the source of sorrow, described by myself as "has passed"?

The old man frowned tightly.

Because the children of the age have all died?

In his mind, one by one came up:

Aurora son, mercenary emperor, twin sage, soul player, cursed figure, deep water song, astral traveler, twisted prophet, caged daughter, broken mirror, blood queen, lady of thorns, watcher... ...

Did not die.

He looked into the distance, swept to the direction where the sons of those times were in his memory.

Those who have killed countless wizards and professionals, and integrated the power of the original rules from the world into one "child of the age".

Without hesitation, the old man flew out of the high tower suddenly, his figure resembling a starlight across the sky, flickering and disappearing from the spot.

He must confirm with his own eyes.

However, at the moment he disappeared, a black crack appeared on the reflection of the tower under the lake.

......

Arabella.

In the metal kingdom where countless metal golems and puppets walk, a tall tower made of metal machinery stands in the center, surrounded by tall metal towers of the same huge size, and even direct prying cannot be done.

Unless it is one of the twelve sages, even the most powerful wizard is not allowed to approach this tower directly.

The star-like radiance flickered at the moment when it appeared in front of the towers, a figure appeared, blocking the brilliance.

It was a weird one, with a human-like outline, but the surface of the body was extremely smooth, like a human figure formed by a piece of smooth mirror surface.

Between his body is completely hollow, and on the sharp and uneven mirror surface, the surrounding scenery is reflected.

Including the old man in the light black robe in front of him.

The weird humanoid whispered:

"Your Excellency the Great Sage of Starr? Is there anything wrong with you?"

The old man looked at the figure opposite, his expression unchanged.

He could feel that his emotions, even his perception, were mapped, distorted, and reorganized by the human figure that seemed to be made up of countless fragmented mirrors, forming a malicious image.

He could also feel that he was resonating with that image, as if synchronized, affecting his body and mind.

but.....

The streamer flashed across, everything, those influences, those mood fluctuations, all quickly stagnated.

If it is an ordinary wizard, the moment he sees the other party, he will unconsciously be affected by the other party and be distorted in his mind and cognition, leading to self-destruction, madness, and even death directly.

But he will not and cannot be affected.

The old man looked at each other and said solemnly:

"Where is Halloran?"

After being silent for a moment, the weird humanoid like shattered lenses replied:

"The speaker is in the tower."

As he said, the humanoid looked at the central tower surrounded by the group of towers, waited for a while before continuing:

"The speaker asked me to tell you... go home."

The moment these words sounded, the old man was taken aback. Then, his eyes widened involuntarily, with an expression of disbelief, he looked back in the direction of the Starr Empire.

Without stopping, the old man's body turned into a stream of light again, disappearing from the place, and blasted towards the center of the Starr Empire towards the mountain range called the Star Pillar.