Uplifting Journey

The uplifted mountains and the not-so-wide river formed a nearly vertical line. At the intersection of these two lines, the mountains broke a huge gap, and a city that had experienced a century of wind and frost was built in this gap.

On one side of the river passing through the mountains are cliffs close to 90 degrees, on the other side are uneven walls and messy docks.

At the moment when the light of the sky is gradually dimming and the night is approaching little by little, there is no one on the usually brightly lit pier.

As the sky became darker, black shadows with different outlines began to appear scattered among the sparse woods on the side of the mountain range, and gradually wandered closer to the city that radiated a little light in the night.

The level of prosperity of this continent can be ranked in the center of the first-class ancient city on the side of the mountain. In a castle isolated from the outside by a towering wall, several bonfires surround a small square between the castle and the inner city wall. It was burning.

Even though there were servants constantly adding fuel to the bonfire, the square still looked a bit chilly in the cold wind, and in the center of this small square, which was unusually flat compared to other places, a naked young man named Angel Lying there in large characters, his unfocused pupils quietly stared at the gloomy sky.

The complicated ceremony is being carried out slowly under the auspices of several brightly-clad humans around.

Suddenly, a muffled sound came along with the faint tremors on the ground. Angel slightly turned his eyes amidst several sharp curses, and saw a box dumped beside the trolley that was pushed over on the side of the square, and countless people seized it. The shiny metal and precious stones of human eyes were scattered all over the place.

That's a huge fortune, equal to the city's surplus for a year or two, and there are plenty of the same boxes on the trolley.

Angor, who has a keen sense, can even hear the sound of some people around the square swallowing saliva greedily.

The sound of whipping was accompanied by the servant's groaning in pain. Angel looked away from the property that was being gradually unloaded, and looked to the other side of his body.

On the ground not far from the left hand, in a ring where many lines converge, an irregular tough square plate made of many black dragon scales twisted and fused together is placed there.

Between the strange object and Angor, there are thin grooves connecting them together in the gaps between the runes and lines.

Looking at this strange thing passed down from the ancestors, some complicated emotions appeared in Angel's eyes, but they were suppressed by an inexplicable force in the blink of an eye.

Just when Angel sighed silently and turned his gaze back to the sky, there was a lot of noise from outside the castle walls, and there were people coming in and out frequently at several entrances and exits of the castle, as if the whole city had been disturbed by something.

If you turn your eyes to the side of the city facing the upper reaches of the river, you can see a scene of extreme chaos-beasts with fierce eyes, goblins with crude weapons, cannibals carrying a sapling magic.

All kinds of creatures came out of the sparse forest, chasing and fighting each other while surging towards the city, among them were even some human figures shrouded in hazy darkness.

"Has it finally started?" Hearing the faint roars from outside the city, Angel knew that the city was about to face a crisis unprecedented in a century.

As a member of the warlock family that controlled the city, although his blood was thin and his status was not high, Angel still knew some information that ordinary people could not.

The monster army outside the city appeared after a sudden natural disaster in the distance.

In the beginning, it was just a large number of fleeing creatures looking for food, unknowingly approaching the mountains in the opposite direction of natural disasters, but there seemed to be believers of evil gods involved in it and used evil spells to induce them, and finally created the danger that the city is now facing .

If it was a few decades ago, this level of monster tide would not be able to deal with this city inhabited by dragon vein warlocks.

However, as the bloodline gradually thinned out in the inheritance, the members of the warlock family whose thinking gradually became crazy did some unsafe experiments, which caused heavy losses to the family members of that generation, and the strength of the family itself has been deteriorating over the years.

In Angor's generation, he, the person with the thinnest blood, has not even awakened a single spell-like ability, let alone other dragon vein powers, except for a little physical and sensory improvement.

Such a family is indeed quite powerless in the face of the monster army intertwined with violence and conspiracy outside the city-the other party even tried to block their channels for foreign aid.

But Angel doesn't have to worry too much, because before this crisis affects him, he might already be dead——

As a sacrifice for the current ceremony held in the small square, he will be drawn from the blood to condense a trace of dragon vein essence, which will be combined with a contract handed down by his ancestors to produce an invisible resonance, trying to use a lot of wealth as reward to call the real giant dragon.

If it weren't for the strongest warlock in the family, he would also be weak, resulting in insufficient spellcasting ability and using blood sacrifices to make up for it. Angel actually didn't need to lie on the ground as a sacrifice.

Regarding the imminent end of life, Angel didn't feel any resentment in his heart - the warlock family was in chaos in all aspects for a little blood purity.

His personality is incompatible with other clansmen with chaotic generations, and his blood is of low purity. His daily life is not much better than that of the common people in the outer city, and he will be subjected to various blood experiments. What a miserable word.

It might be a good thing to sacrifice in this kind of ceremony held to protect the city, although because he doesn't believe in any gods, his soul is destined to be broken and washed in the soul mother river.

As for whether this "voluntary" sacrifice came from his true inner thoughts, Angel had no way of knowing——

In order to avoid the loss of bloodlines, the warlock family has used all means to control the clansmen, from spiritual suggestion to dominating human beings with various magical abilities and props. How can he, a useless person with no magical ability, have the chance to have the idea of ​​​​resisting?

The aimlessly wandering attention was suddenly stimulated by a burst of pain to gather again. Angor turned his head to look, but it was the patriarch wearing a gorgeous robe who cut open the blood vessels in his hand with a ritual dagger, allowing Wen The hot blood flowed along the grooves, gradually connecting with the contract wonders.

The magic circle on Angor's body and under him glowed slightly, and the patriarch with pale hair and beard stood at the node beside Angel with a hint of fanaticism and presided over the operation of the magic circle.

The patriarch's eyes were fixed on the dragon scale strange object not far away. This object carried the dragon contract and placed all his hopes on it.

As long as everything goes well, the city that can bring huge wealth can be preserved, and his dragon veins, who preside over the magic circle, will be activated a little bit, and if he finds a way to get a little dragon blood essence from the summoned dragon, then he is even sure that the family Restored to the most powerful state of the ancestors.

In the face of these lofty goals, what is Angor's impure direct descendant?

Without even looking at his own son, who was bleeding a little bit and was quite different in age, the warlock patriarch silently recited the family secrets that only he knew, and activated the dragon contract with the help of Angel's blood little by little.

A complex magical reaction was generated inside the automatically operated dragon-scale strange object, carrying invisible signals such as plane coordinates and transaction content, and using Angel's soul as the medium, it gradually spread at the level of the real name.

Angor, who was in a trance, saw a dark dragon figure turn his head in the chaotic colors, and he seemed to smell a bit of sour and fishy smell in his mouth and nose.

But in the blink of an eye, this picture was occupied by a blurred sea of ​​stars, and a flame-like crimson dragon shadow flew towards him, occupying his eye sockets almost instantly, as if hitting him directly .

Angor, whose spirit was severely stimulated, came back to his senses suddenly. He screamed and rolled over while clutching his head in the severe headache. A chaotic roar.

The short and tragic sound of the dragon's roar disappeared in a flash, and then the surrounding vibrations gradually calmed down, leaving only a part of the broken wall of the castle still falling fragments.

The square where the bonfire was blown away by the storm was filled with low smoke and dust. The servants on the edge of the square slowly got up from the ground with trembling hands and feet. Almost everyone stared at the center of the square and held their breath, not daring to make too much noise. the sound of.

The sorcerer patriarch, who exuded light magical brilliance all over his body, was stunned in the square. The spotless he hesitated for a moment, then muttered a few words silently, and raised his hand to release a soft but condensed breeze to disperse the surrounding smoke and dust.

After the smoke and dust dissipated, a slender figure gradually walked up from a pit full of cobweb-like cracks in the square.

The unextinguished torches around the castle slightly illuminated this slender silhouette in the dark, and anyone who could see the other person's appearance could not help but breathe a little more heavily.

A humanoid creature with long smooth hair and slender pointed ears. Her thin and light clothing outlines a slender curve, and her every move looks extremely delicate and beautiful.

Any human accessories are superfluous to this figure, as long as you look at him, you will see a natural and harmonious forest.

The warlock patriarch bit the tip of his tongue, relying on the pain to stimulate himself to pull out his mind from the illusion-like charm. He recalled the family records and murmured: "This kind of natural will check is the spiritual infection of the legendary strong man. It's strange. .”

The warlock patriarch knew the main target of his contract summoning. In order to reduce the consumption and difficulty, he tried to limit the summoning target to the king of the poisonous swamp that he knew, existed in his own plane, and was related to his family by blood.

He did get feedback from the black dragon before and saw its figure, but in the later stage of the summoning, he did not know what happened. Now what is going on with this woman who is obviously out of character?

While the warlock patriarch who still had enough energy was thinking, the sharp-eared woman who walked out of the pit stopped, and while raising the short bow in her hand to add the preset magic to it, she muttered softly.

Angel, who was lying nearby, curled up there weakly, trying to cover her body in front of this goddess-like figure. She heard the pleasant voice in her ears, and she seemed to be constantly switching between two tones, speaking in unknown ways. Language speaks to itself—

"According to my lord, this is considered a crash? But it doesn't matter whether it's the real white dragon or this black dragon, do your lord's fellow clansmen hate it so much?"

"Lacey, don't forget, what Teacher Dior said, the guy you are following is not a real dragon. Historical records have already shown what kind of race the dragon is."

"Ivy. I'm not following, it's us."

"snort."

After humming softly, the elf turned his gaze, and looked at Angel, who was curled up there naked and was still trying to cover his body despite the serious blood loss.

"Master Kasa needs to take some time to study the environmental parameters of different planes, then." The elf Lacey raised his hand and released a spell to stop Angel's bleeding and asked him, "Are you the one who started the contract? I can Help the adults fulfill the contract first."

After a pause, looking at the inexplicable expression on the other party's pale face, the elf Lacey, who put the short bow in his back, clapped his hands and suddenly said, "Yes, I don't understand the language."

The language problem is not a big problem for the legendary soul mage Lacey. She immediately found out the common soul language at the real name level from her memory, and used the soul thread formed by combining her real name talent to connect to Angel's soul, and then The previous words were repeated on its soul.

I don't know if it was because of an accident in the ceremony or because the woman in front of me moved her hands and feet. Angel felt that his mental shackles had been reduced a lot. After listening to the words of this woman named Lacey, he immediately realized that This is a rare opportunity for him to break away from the shackles of the family blood.

However, the warlock patriarch on the side has already leaned over. He tried to negotiate with Lacey by speaking aloud the dragon language that Angel didn't understand. his actions.

However, the soul thread integrating many magical effects has spread, covering the souls of all the surrounding people in an invisible network. Lacey can read the thinking activities and some active memory fragments of these people without words.

So when the warlock patriarch approached, Lacey looked around and showed a dazed expression, then she shook her head slightly with a hint of disgust and said:

"Human souls are actually so dirty? Forget it, our elves are actually similar in terms of the form of soul activity, but there is a big gap in the depth of influence of selection tendencies and instincts."

During Lacey's thoughts, the soul thread transformed by the legendary Destiny Magic showed substantial physical interference power. Except for Angel, who had not gone astray, everyone near the square, together with the characters and weapons in the castle who were preparing to ambush He was easily suppressed and subdued by Lacey.

Subconsciously activated the magic props on his body, and prepared to use spells to resist. The colorful light shining around the body of the warlock patriarch was cracked and penetrated by invisible thin threads following the loopholes in the magic operation in the blink of an eye, and then his body and soul were also pierced by the soul threads. All power and spirit are tightly imprisoned.

After subduing these humans with all kinds of negative thoughts, the soul thread was woven into a thick bowstring under Lacey's feet, and she threw it into the sky in the way she was most accustomed to since she was a child.

Stepping on the taut and full invisible string that appeared in the sky at any time, Lacey turned into an afterimage and flickered to the outskirts of the city, and lightly landed on the top of the tallest tower on the city wall.

Ignoring the horrified and screaming soldiers next to him, Lacey, who had solidified various perception expansion magics, observed the chaotic and orderly army of monsters in the dark environment: "The content of the contract transaction with the adults is to solve these guys? It's very simple.

"However, if an organized monster sieges the city, you can tell at a glance that many creatures are natural enemies. It's obvious who is causing trouble."

In the group of monsters, a figure covered in a large black robe noticed something. He raised his head and soon met the elf's glance, and then he couldn't help but cursed in a low voice: "Damn, what is this?" The legend that popped up?"

"I found it." Lacey's eyes lit up, and then she jumped, and after a 360-degree rotation, she fell across the sky and landed among the monsters.

The invisible thread of the soul spread like a poisonous snake. From goblins to ogres, all the monsters around Lacey were stunned for a moment, and then turned their bloodthirsty eyes to the friendly soldiers around them.

Hey, I was writing while changing the information, and it was delayed until 23:58. It is said that I have been absent from work for three days this month, and I am reluctant to exchange 10,000 points for the perfect attendance bonus, so .emmm