Lord of the Silver Crow

With the sound of this voice, Yago felt an astonishing chill.

It is not the cold breath coming, but the loss of heat.

The powerful attraction is like a whirlpool, a whirlpool that swallows everything.

Whether it is sound, vision, or any other perception, the vortex swallowed together.

Yago tried his best to maintain, so that he would not be drawn into the whirlpool.

When all kinds of things were constantly being pulled into the vortex, part of Yago’s perception was also pulled into it. Before the shadowy illusory and hazy perception was completely disconnected, such a brief moment was passed back. Picture.

Corpse, waste--

All kinds of things are piled up in a bottomless abyss, and under the squeezing of some terrible force, they affect each other.

It was like a melting pot where various reactions were taking place. Amidst the faint crying and painful sounds, the scorching heat was flooded with perception.

When this trace of his perception was also pulled into it, when he was eroded by the high temperature and pressure of the furnace of terror, Yago saw a figure.

Long?

Dark, dull, as if all light and temperature have been absorbed.

But precisely because of this, the surrounding environment appeared unusually bright, forming a strange silhouette.

In the melting heat, a huge figure loomed, like a **** looking down on living creatures.

Yago couldn't see the next scene.

His perception was ripped off, ripped off by the powerful attraction, or melted down by the terrifying furnace.

However, soon, this situation disappeared.

When everything returned to calm, the figures that suddenly appeared had disappeared.

In Yago's field of vision, where the "vortex" was, a black-robed man stood still.

The black robe is the same as everyone else, but what's the difference from other people...

On his chest, there is a black, sphere-like pure black pendant.

Compared to others, perhaps his appearance is the most special.

Other people have ornaments that are distinguishing, only he does not.

Do not.....

Yago's eyes fell on him.

robe.

Own robe.

However, at this moment, among those people, the black-robed man who had just made two voices said again:

"Here, there is the fragment entrance of the mirror world."

As the cowardly male voice sounded, everyone moved, and Yago followed.

In front of a few people, a shard of crystal that gave Yago a strange touch, gleamed slightly.

Yago didn't notice, and these people didn't communicate much. They just looked at each other a few times and nodded. All the black-robed people reached out and touched the crystal fragment, and disappeared into Yago's eyes one after another.

Only Yago, and the man in black robes with flame-like feathers on his hood, still stood beside him.

Yago hesitated for a moment, and was ready to follow the crystal shard.

However, at this moment, a voice suddenly rang in his ear:

"'Nightmare'? Are you... lost?"

A word that Yago couldn't understand immediately made Yago's action slightly stagnant.

Holding a sense of tension, he looked at the other person, at the black-robed man.

The other party also stood on the spot, looked at him, and opened his hood abruptly. The face that could not be directly perceived under the hood was revealed in his line of sight.

A female.

It looks like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl, but her ears are longer than normal humans, like the "elves" in various fantasy works of previous lives.

However, the other's eyes were filled with a gloomy color that made Yago extremely uneasy.

It's like a flame, and it's like some other fluid.

The other side said:

"I have said that even if wizards use themselves as the power to easily seal the gods, they must be careful when using the spells of time, not to mention your descendants?"

The words of the other party, combined with this image, surprised Yago.

However, before he had time to answer, the girl whose eyes were filled with the power that made Yago uneasy, continued:

"Are there any clues? Which tributary are you lost in?"

With these few questions, Yago immediately understood the other party's "perspective."

The other party felt that he was "lost" in "time".

"Are there any clues?"

"I can't find your position without a clue."

There was a look on the other side's face that should be called impatience.

With such a subtle change in expression, Yago instinctively felt a sense of horror.

As if the other party could destroy him easily.

This feeling is somewhat familiar to him.

who is it?

Following this feeling, a figure appeared in Yago's heart:

"Attila?"

Yes, this feeling of power is like the feeling Attila gave him.

It is the power of the "wanderer" or "exile" approach.

"I don't know." Yago didn't choose to lie. The other party had clearly seen his "wrong". Whether it was "performing" a "nightmare" rigidly, saying that he had no problem, or "frank", it was not good select.

The best choice may be to play dumb.

In desperation, Yago chose this option.

However, at the moment he spoke, he saw that in the eyes of the opponent, the eyes that lingered with the destructive power were slightly stiff, and then squinted:

"where did you go?"

"Why did your origin disappear?"

Even though Yago couldn't immediately understand the other party's words, he knew exactly how this attitude changed.

He saw the change in the face of the other party, his face changed in amazement:

"Impossible, impossible..."

Yago didn't know what the other party thought of, but he could see that the other party's attitude had changed a lot.

Then, he heard this sentence:

"What did those wizards do?"

As this sentence came out, the surrounding ground collapsed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But it was also at this moment that her expression became stunned.

Her gaze swept to the cracked ground, and she muttered to herself:

"The wizard really disappeared?"

"The group of white robes cooperated with the group of things in the abyss, really to eliminate the wizard?"

"Damn it."

She gritted her teeth and pulled the hood up, and the moment the shadow of the hood covered her cheeks, Yago's perception could not catch the opponent's face.

However, Yago couldn't possibly ignore her eager expression.

as well as....

"Take me to the Nest of Dreamland."

After putting on the hood and regaining the image of the black-robed man with the flame-like feathers wagging in his ears, the other party asked Yago in the first sentence.

However, Yago didn't know where the dream nest was.

Not knowing how to take people to the nest of dreams.

However, his motionless "response", the other party seemed to immediately understand:

"can not go?"

Standing still, the black-robed man seemed to realize something, and suddenly said:

"you do not know me?"

This sentence made Yago feel stiff.