The old witches sat around the long table, like a group of cheerful elves, siping beer with golden foam in a warm and cheerful atmosphere. The rough and bold movements formed a sharp contrast with their silver-haired image.
The amber liquid in the transparent glass shines with an attractive luster under the light, as if it has magical magic. No matter how they drink it, the beer is like an inexhaustible source, always filled with the cup.
One of the old witches with a hooked nose had an intoxicating smile in her wrinkles. Her eyes were filled with memories, and she told the amazing story loudly.
"Do you know that it was the first little baby with wings I saw."
Her voice was filled with excitement and joy, as if the scene was yesterday:
"Oh my God, he is like a little angel, flying lightly in the nursery room, accompanied by the crisp and pleasant laughter, like a wonderful music of life."
"The little guy waved his feather-like wings and flew from the cradle to the window, and then floated back to the chandelier from the window. His free and unrestrained look was really shocking."
The old witch gestured with her hands as she spoke, her face filled with a sense of happiness.
"I still remember how surprised the king was when he first saw this flying baby. He almost scared his golden crown and swallowed it!"
When the old witch said this, she let out a hearty laugh. The laughter was like the giggle of the naughty little villain back then, infecting everyone present, making the whole room full of a strong atmosphere of joy.
Suddenly, a biting chill like ice flashed across Brian's back, which was a cold feeling that penetrated deep into his bones, as if even his soul was frozen in the air.
He subconsciously tightened his collar, his heartbeat jumped violently in his chest like a drum, and an indescribable tension and fear intertwined and hovered in his heart.
He walked forward without hesitation, trying to get rid of the suffocating and depressing atmosphere and quickly passed through this gloomy and weird old witch gathering area.
Because he could clearly feel that the old witches were filled with an ancient and mysterious aura, mixed with herbs, spells and the smell of time, making people shudder.
The old witches were dressed in shabby robes, their faces were full of traces of time and unfathomable secrets. Their sharp eyes seemed to be able to see through everything, making Bryan's pace even more rapid.
Finally, he broke through the boundary of that area and suddenly opened his eyes. A small but particularly precious open space appeared in his sight.
This place is in sharp contrast with the gloom of the past, with sunlight falling from the sparse leaves, and mottled light and shadow jumping on the ground.
However, on this seemingly peaceful open land, a thick stream of smoke and dust rose in the air. They slowly drifted in the breeze, but seemed to tell a thrilling event that happened here not long ago.
The magic traces and broken magic weapon fragments left on the ground all indicate that a fatal spell accident happened here just now. It was a fierce showdown that might involve life and death, light and darkness. At this moment, you can still feel the shock and horror of the aftermath.
But Brian didn't care too much and started listening to other people's conversations again.
"You must understand, my old friend, you must know that experiencing a transformation from a human to a dragon is definitely a profound transformation that can subvert the soul and reshape existence!"
A female mage wearing a dazzling pink and purple robe wrapped in mysterious charm, emphasized in a passionate and firm tone that her voice echoed in the air, as if proclaiming this unignorable fact to the world.
The interlocutor opposite her was a wizard with long hair as bright as snow. Her skin showed a deep dark purple color, which was more intense than the gorgeous robe on her companion.
Regarding this concept of transforming into a dragon, the other party showed a transcendent and slightly contemptuous expression, as if he had a unique view on this drastic change in life.
In the next scene, Brian was like a beam of light that penetrated the fog, passing through six half-elf warlocks with peerless appearances and styles.
They were gathering together at this moment, with the light of wisdom flashing under their drooping eyes, as if planning a grand layout related to fate.
In this closed secret circle, one of the highly alert half-elf warlocks suddenly noticed it and raised her head. When she saw that it was Brian, the originally tense nerves instantly relaxed. She smiled at him, as if the spring breeze blew over the frozen lake, revealing a hint of warmth and trust.
However, the other half-elf warlocks were not distracted by it. They continued to focus on the plot at hand, not even looking at the intruder, and weaving their mysterious chapters with all their concentration.
Brian shook his head and quickly walked through the crowd, looking for traces of Ilminster.
Soon, his powerful mental power captured the figure of the old mage.
I saw Ilminster, like a sharp sword cutting through the thick silk, cutting out a straight and firm path from the bustling crowd.
Every step he took was full of strength and determination, but it was elegant and calm, as if time and space were extended under his feet, allowing him to move forward without any obstacles.
Although some people in the crowd tried to block or attract his attention, he did not slow down or pause at all. The temperament that was not moved by external objects was like a constant and unchanging Big Dipper star, shining alone among the stars.
Finally, he stopped in front of a dense shade of trees under the majestic stone walls on the edge of the canyon.
The mottled light and shadow sway under the wind, like a vivid and mysterious painting.
Between these shadows dancing with the wind, the figure of a lady appears particularly eye-catching.
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At this moment, she was talking to five or six mages wearing gorgeous robes and solemn expressions. As she talked and laughed, her wisdom flowed and her spirits were flying.
Brian's eyes were instantly attracted by her. He saw the smile outlined by the woman's slightly raised mouth, like the first ray of light shining from the rising sun, warm but not dazzling.
Her black eyes were as deep as the night, shining with the light of wisdom and tenacity, as if she could see through all the mysteries in the world.
The soft black hair flowed down like a waterfall, making the skin look whiter and more jade-like.
What is even more amazing is the exquisite dress on her body. The complex and exquisite patterns on her chest are like countless blooming flowers. Each of them trembles gently in the breeze and shines, like a sea of ​​flowers woven by stars. It not only shows the softness and beauty of women, but also implies an indescribable mysterious power and noble temperament.
The old mage Ilminster stepped forward steadily, naturally integrated into the lady's arms, and greeted him in a familiar and affectionate way.
Brian, who was observing silently on the side, noticed that the eyes of the two mages exchanged warmly in each other's deep black pupils. Ilminster was filled with warm greetings, and was instantly responded by the female mage with a deep kiss.
At this moment, the female mage's slender fingers walked around Ilminster's neck, gently combed his messy white hair, and then gradually slid down, finally tightly embracing him into his warm arms, showing the extremely intimate emotional connection between the two.
Immediately afterwards, the phantoms and echoes around them were tightly controlled by an extraordinary mysterious force, and time seemed to have stopped flowing at this moment and fell into a still abyss.
During this stagnant time, everything around me became so subtle and deep, as if the whole world was shrouded in an indescribable fantasy atmosphere.
Chapter completed!