Throne of Magical Arcana

After many difficulties and obstacles, a little sunlight finally penetrated the dark clouds and mist full of space cracks in the sky, penetrated the dense tree crowns and branches, and left patches of golden light in the dark and cold mountains.

Clicking, a thick right foot wearing knight boots stepped on a golden spot, dented the accumulated rotten leaves, and broke a dead branch hidden in it by the way.

The werewolf Nasder who was following behind was a little surprised and thought: "How can Your Excellency be unable to control the power of his footing? Is he thinking about some important issues?"

Walking in front is the werewolf prince Dubnar. He has short silver-gray hair, is sturdy and capable, and has a domineering face. He looks like an epic knight who is good at hand-to-hand combat.

Dubnar is wearing a strange black armor, which is not as bulky as the full-body armor, and there are no small pieces of armor. It seems to be "leather armor" made of the material and craftsmanship of the full-body armor. He is playing with a piece of armor in his hand. Lapis Lazuli, Hailan Stone and Sun Stone said in an unfathomable tone: "Nasder, are you surprised?"

"Your Excellency, how do you know?" Nasder blurted out in astonishment, His Excellency could guess what he was thinking in his heart without using extraordinary power? He is indeed the most outstanding wise man and the most cunning schemer of the werewolf family!

Dubnar narrowed his eyes and looked at the beam of light coming in from the dense branches and leaves ahead. It was so bright and clear that he could see countless dust flying inside.

"I know you must be surprised why I didn't go directly to the Flame Stone Valley through the 'Gate to Another World', but walked slowly in the forest." Dubnar said in that "wise man" tone.

"Flame Stone Valley" is the headquarters of the Dark Parliament.

Uh, I'm just surprised how you can't control your footing power, wait, I'm not surprised why His Excellency the Prince chooses to walk, it takes several hours to reach the "Flame Stone Valley"! Hey, compared to the vast and deep wisdom of His Excellency the Prince, I am so far behind. I didn’t even notice this most obvious anomaly, so I had to ask Your Excellency the Prince to point me out!

Nasder, who always claimed to be smart, was stunned for a moment, and then understood His Excellency's "good intentions", half ashamed, half moved, and sincerely admired His Excellency: "Yes, Your Excellency, I Really surprised."

Haha, Dubnar laughed silently. Your mind is really easy to guess. As the most cunning and wise prince of the werewolf clan, you can figure it out by reasoning casually: "This meeting is between Danisus and Deutschland. Gula jointly proposed, hoping to integrate the parliament into a whole with smooth orders. It is no longer like before, with no binding force on all parties. The mind flayer has the goal of the mind flayer, and the beholder has the idea of ​​the beholder. If you don't pay attention, the internal strife will start."

"This is a good thing on the whole, but it's not necessarily true for us werewolves, because only I and Sonny in our family have reached the legendary level. Compared with the seven great dragons of the dragon family and the four first generations of vampires , it’s really far apart, and Solnit and I have both stagnated at the third level of legend for a long time, without the peak level of Danissus and Dracula, if we integrate together, maybe we will become the goddamn vampires’ slave'."

Listening to His Excellency the Prince talking eloquently and clearly analyzing the future and situation of the werewolves, Nasder's eyes lit up, his heart was shocked, worried and worshiped abnormally. Muscular, bloodthirsty and brutal, can't think at all, but listen to these words, can they say it?

There are several princes in the werewolf clan, but only two have reached the legendary level.

Dubnar's expression became solemn: "So I chose to walk to give myself a time to think, to think about how we werewolves can get out of this predicament, and get enough benefits from this matter..."

Looking at the tall back of His Excellency the Prince, Nasder felt that his nose and eyes were sour, it was so touching, a strong werewolf like himself could not control his emotions, His Excellency the Prince is really the conscience and hope of our werewolf clan, it is our Savior.

"Your Excellency, have you thought of a solution?" Nasder asked eagerly.

"...This is a complicated and difficult problem, not so easy to solve..." Dubnar's tone became heavy. Suddenly, he sniffed his nose and said solemnly: "I smell a strange smell."

Unfamiliar taste? A stranger who can safely reach the depths of this dark mountain? Nasder felt that the wolf fur all over his body seemed to stand on end, but when he saw the majestic back of His Excellency the Prince, he felt at ease again.

Dubnar suddenly turned his head, his figure leaped forward, and a huge gust of wind blew off the towering trees, revealing the faintly rippling lake in the distance.

On the edge of the lake, where the wind blows, "time and space" swayed like water, and a figure slowly emerged. He was wearing a black double-breasted frock coat and a top hat of the same color, holding a delicate and complicated silver-white pocket watch in his right hand, as if he It's Lucien.

Lucien was not surprised or panicked, but nodded slightly. The sensitivity of the legendary werewolf to the changes in the surrounding environment was indeed extraordinary, even more exaggerated than the records in the parliamentary records.

Roar!

Dubnar's short silver-gray hair stood up, his mouth was open, and sharp fangs grew out, and his golden eyes were stained with a layer of silver.

His body was half bent, like a longbow full of strength, with dozens of hundreds of black shadows wrapped around his body.

His eyes suddenly shone, and the silvery white layer disappeared suddenly.

But in the dark forest, a cold and cold moon slowly rises and hangs over the treetops!

Under the light of the bright moon, hundreds of black shadows spread out and rushed towards Lucien from all directions. Some were like real shadows, swimming close to the ground, some were like black crows, flying down from mid-air, and some seemed to be like black crows. A real werewolf, wielding minions.

After the shadows dispersed, Dubnar lost its trace, and it seemed that each of these shadows could become him!

"Luxurious rift!" Lucien pointed his hand and issued the spell.

Crackling, crackling, black shadows shattered without any resistance, and merged into the darkness where the moonlight could not shine.

Suddenly, the shadow at Lucien's feet came alive and turned into a burly werewolf, with its claws grabbing Lucien's body with a faint silver light!

Dubnar's previous shadow was all a cover-up, and this was his fatal blow!

Click, when he saw the exquisite and mysterious pocket watch, he heard a crisp sound, and then he couldn't see anything, as if he was locked in another world.

Pa, something seemed to be broken on Dubnar's body, and bursts of silver light bloomed, reflecting the cold moon.

As a result, the surrounding gray and white became vivid, and various colors returned one after another, but the figure just now was no longer in Dubnar's sight, only the ethereal voice of "heart explosion" came from his ears.

boom!

Dubnar felt as if someone had placed an alchemy bomb in his head. The huge roar made him dizzy and he could no longer maintain his balance. At the same time, his thoughts became dull, and his soul oscillated uncontrollably.

As an epic knight, his instincts let him lie on the ground regardless of his image, rolling and jumping quickly in the shadows, avoiding subsequent attacks.

"Hehe." A soft laugh came from the nearby forest, "Dubner, I never thought you would be in such a mess. If Mr. Evans hadn't thought of killing you, you wouldn't be so complete now, no matter it's Ice and Snow Goddess' Forgiveness', or the anti-matter spell that wounded the 'Lord of Hell', neither of which you can resist."

Amidst the voice, a kitten with a pitch-black body but white claws came out of the forest, lay lazily on the ground, and played with its belly. Behind it, a frail and sickly-looking girl floated In mid-air, her facial features are delicate and delicate, and she is wearing a robe with a rich ancient magic empire style, covered with complex and mysterious patterns.

This girl, like a kitten, has a pair of deep green eyes, and her long honey-colored hair is slightly curled and draped over her back.

Although she tried her best to cover up her aura, Lucien, who had already reached the peak of legend, was keenly aware that she was a vampire, a vampire with a legendary level, but she did not match all the vampire princes she knew, and she had no The strange feeling of the first generation of blood race.

After teasing Du Bernal, she turned to Lucien who was not far away: "Mr. Evans, I am Fitia, Prince Dracula's subordinate. He noticed your battle and sent me to inquire. You What do you want to do in Flame Stone Valley for no reason?"

Although she claimed to be Dracula's subordinate, there was no respect in her tone, as if she was talking about an ordinary friend.

"Can't I come to Flamestone Valley?" Lucien asked with a smile, "I heard that Mr. Rhine is currently nearby?"

Fitia? The name sounds familiar...

"The whereabouts of Earl Silver Eyes has always been a mystery, but I think he will definitely come to the next meeting." Fitia showed no signs of following Dracula's order, but told Lucien about Rhine with a smile .

snort!

A cold snort sounded, and thick darkness filled the forest, and the pressure of the legendary peak made dark creatures crawl on the ground one after another.

Lucien's expression remained unchanged. When he took a step forward, the time and space around him changed suddenly. Stars of different colors rose from the darkness. The star in the center of them emitted intense heat and light, illuminating the darkness like the sun.

Silently, the darkness faded, the stars disappeared, and everything returned to its original state. The two legendary pinnacles tentatively tested each other through breath sensing.

Mr. Evans, who has just entered the peak of legend, is no worse than Prince Dracula... Fitia put away the smile on his face.

A little Calvin, a little late, sorry. The first one is asking for a recommendation ticket, a monthly ticket~