Lord of the Witches

Shining with phosphorescence, within the dreamlike giant tower, a cocoon that was condensed purely by golden hair and magnified many times was unraveling by itself.

It was lying in the center of the room, with a faint light flickering, and each strand of hair was pulled away as if it had its own life, and then turned into light spots and dispersed in the blink of an eye, gradually revealing an extremely beautiful figure inside.

She was wearing a gorgeous and noble dress and an exquisite crown. She was taller than ordinary men, and her light golden hair was shining. No, her whole body is glowing, her hair, clothing and skin, everything is emitting light, that kind of light that is as pure as an elf.

This is a young girl whose form is maintained at the age of eighteen or nineteen.

When she slowly opened her eyes, it seemed as if there were stars in them, as clear as spring water, and a free and beautiful breath perfectly appeared on her body.

It seemed that she was a little confused because she had just woken up, and soon an angel's face was reflected in her eyes.

What had she meant to say, to ask or to thank?

But in the next moment, she felt the sacred aura of Diana that all spirits possessed, and his gaze was enough to purify all evil.

A goddess, young and holy.

She suddenly wanted to get up excitedly, and wanted to salute.

But the unstoppable weakness from body to soul subdued her, and she was unable to get up, until a little dreamy phosphorescence reflected in her eyes, containing the phosphorescence of life and soul divinity, like a miracle, in her Repaired the attrition she spent through the ages when taking her first breath.

Her body automatically floated and stood in the center of the giant tower, and the next moment she saw the black-haired young man sitting on the Beckfast chair, looking at her with gentle eyes.

Whether it's the Dream Tower, the Backfast Chair, Diana, or the miraculous scene just now, the ultimate source is the black-haired youth.

True God, an extremely powerful true God.

The girl's elf-like face showed piety and reverence. She posed a posture that had never been seen in the Condor Federation. A bird-like voice resounded in the giant tower.

Benevolent God, please accept Olga's gratitude and reverence, please allow Olga to know your honorable name, Olga will use the most pious soul to chant for the rest of her life.

Tang Qi stared at the girl. Although the girl called Olga had been with him for a long time, strictly speaking, this was indeed the first time the two met.

In the past, when Tang Qi was weak, the Master of Everything was unable to gain insight into information about her.

But at this time, the moment the girl woke up, Tang Qi was like a real god, seeing everything.

If necessary, he could also peek into the girl's soul, but Tang Qi didn't do that.

Like Diana, he had a look of curiosity on his face.

He could see that the girl was not a member of the Federation, but an old man from the old continent and the old era. The clothes and race traces on her body, together with the strange object Gregory's self-portrait that she lived in before, all showed that It means that she is likely to come from that Slavic state whose territory is larger than the Federation.

And the exquisite and ornate tiara she wore on her head proved that she might be a princess.

A princess from the Dark Slavic Kingdom living in the Wonderful Hair Knot?

This situation is sympathetic and curious.

Tang Qi smiled, asked the girl to stand up, and immediately said in a gentle voice: I am a new god, and I haven't figured out a suitable name... But I have a hobby, I like to listen to some special stories, maybe you will Willing to tell me your story.

After his words fell, the little angel Diana, who was obediently standing beside Tang Qi, nodded cheerfully.

Obviously, she wanted to hear it too.

Seeing that Olga seemed a little uncomfortable, Tang Qi suddenly smiled again and snapped his fingers, only to see that the scene inside the fantasy tower changed immediately.

In an instant, warm fireplaces, gorgeous halls, exquisite decorations, and snowflakes constantly falling outside the windows appeared one after another. At the same time, they were in a noble castle full of Slavic state atmosphere, sitting in a warm room, surrounded by dark mahogany In the candlelight jumping on the table, the very familiar aroma of refreshment penetrated into Olga's nostrils.

In a trance, Olga seemed to have returned to the past, back to her own country, and she was still the princess favored by the king.

Tears dripped from the corners of her eyes, her voice was still sweet and light, and she began to tell a story that happened in another country outside the Federation during the Dark Age:

Good God, it is Olga's glory to hear you. My name is Olga Nikolaevna, and my father is the great Nicholas III.

I don't have a very special story, benevolent, dreamy true God, I can only share with you the story between me and Abel.

Before meeting Abel, Olga was just a princess. She was born normally and grew up normally. After she becomes an adult, she will marry a prince of a certain country. If she is a bit rebellious, she can choose to marry a princess. The handsome knight elopes.

But I finally met Abel. He was so free and wild. He was like a butterfly flying among flowers, like lightning on a rainy night, like a cold wind blowing on a snowy field.

I fell in love with Abel. It is an unstoppable fate. Even if I tear my soul apart, I can't stop the surging love...

Listening to Olga's narration, which was gradually immersed in memories, Tang Qi did not interrupt.

He also prevented Falk from trying to intervene, listening quietly like a benevolent and kind god.

Olga did not stop, she continued to tell, her sad tone represented that the story was gradually approaching tragedy, and she and the boy named Abel obviously did not have a happy ending.

Whether it's my parents, or sisters, or other people, or even those ministers, civilians who love me so much... the whole world is against me being with Abel, and they are trying everything , put me under house arrest, or hunt down and kill Abel.

At that time, the whole country was chasing him, and the amount of the reward was increased again and again. Rangers and adventurers from other countries also joined in, and even alarmed the armies of other countries.

I begged and escaped again and again, but nothing worked.

In the end I suppressed all my love. I begged my father to end all of this. I am willing to marry the prince of the neighboring country. As long as Abel can leave this country and go to the east or the sea, it doesn't matter. As long as Abel can survive.

Originally everything is over, Abel is gone, and my wedding with the prince is about to take place.

I put on a beautiful and pure white wedding dress, and under the gaze and cheers of the ministers and civilians, I will marry a handsome prince.

Until the last moment... Abel came back.

Olga seemed to see the face of her lover again. After a long time, her eyes became hazy and blurred, and her voice became more sad.

Abel snatched me away. He took me across the grasslands, swamps, and ice fields... Behind us was the army sent by my extremely angry father. Countless arrows were like a rainstorm, trying to pierce us through... At last we came to the depths of the snowfields frozen for endless ages.

In that ancient cave, Abel and the army fought together with the warlocks and supernatural beings recruited by his father... Abel was seriously injured and he was shot down into the abyss...The army loyal to his father was destroyed. The evil warlock chief has shown his true colors, and he wants to sacrifice me to an unknown evil god.

At that moment I chanted the spell left by Abel and sealed myself...until now.

Olga Nikolaevna finished telling the story. On the surface, it looked like a poignant love story that should only happen in novels and dramas.

She still seems to be immersed in it, and there is endless sadness in her eyes.

Tang Qi nodded after listening, and cast a soft gaze on Olga that seemed to comfort the soul, and then asked: Abel, isn't it human?

Olga was not surprised that the benevolent God in front of her could understand this. Her voice was still full of sadness, but she still gave an answer.

Yes, merciful god.

Abel is not human, he is...a dragon.

He is the last orphan of the frozen dragon's lair on the snowfield. He is the real dragon, the blood of the real dragon left over from the ancient ignorant age... But he is dead, his body is full of arrows, and the poison of the warlock has corroded his body. Wings, blinded his eyes, and at the last moment before falling into the abyss, he was still calling my name.

Do you also think that humans and alien races cannot be together? Merciful God, is Olga really wrong?

Olga Nikolaevna, who woke up from her long sleep, asked Tang Qi a question in the Slavic language from the snow field.

Although she was asking questions, there was no trace of doubt in her eyes that had experienced life and death and remained clear. Apparently, she had never let go of her love for Abel in her heart, even though in the Dark Era, the whole The world is against her.

Hearing this, Tang Qi shook his head and said, In my country, all things enjoy the same light.

He gave an affirmative answer, but in his eyes, apart from sympathy for Olga, there were also many doubts and doubts.

Olga's story, her cognition, are not wrong.

But the stories deep in her heart are sometimes not what she imagined.

If it is other extraordinary beings or gods, even if you have doubts, you still need to find evidence and verify it.

Tang Qi doesn't need it.

In his spiritual domain, besides fantasy, life, soul, etc., there is another kind: true love.

To some extent, he can also be regarded as replacing Flora and becoming the god of true love.

But at this time, under Tang Qi's watchful eyes, an extremely poignant and beautiful heroine in a love story involving humans and dragons has unexpected results.

Olga, you haven't found true love.

Tang Qi didn't say this idea.

He pondered for a second, then asked in a soft voice: Olga, can you recite the spell that Abel left you? Maybe I can help you, at least tell you whether Abel is really dead ?”

ps: New volume, brand new, endless and mysterious story...Chapter 2 will be released tomorrow, Fat Fish's wife protested, and won't let it live until two or three o'clock, so I will make it up at three o'clock tomorrow, and I will ask for tickets at that time. Cuckoo.