108 Ways to Heal a Loyal Dog

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As he got closer to the capital of Wantaa, the can't wait from the depths of his soul was more intuitive and profound than the pain he felt when the connection was broken before.

The mana surged in his body, and the power flowed through his fingertips, and this world was as fragile as a plaything in his hands, even with a light twist, it could be shattered into pieces.

The tall tower loomed in the clouds, and the sudden gray-black clouds gathered more and more, shrouding the ancient city in ever-moving shadows.The hurricane roared, vowing to tear everything into pieces.The storm, accompanied by thunder and lightning, cut through the sky and the earth furiously.

The huge flying dragon shuttled through the tumbling clouds and rushed towards the central tower.Su Chengxing pressed the other arm with one hand, gritted his teeth to restrain the mana that was violently commotion in his body.However, how could his weak willpower be able to resist the crazy longing for the deep and wide sea of ​​mana that had been accumulated due to the long absence.

The purple mana power was released from the thin body like a tide, and wherever it passed, red flames sprang up out of thin air, spitting out dangerous flames, and engulfing the clouds and mists it encountered.And as the instigator of the indiscriminate attack, the eyes of the person immersed in the call of the staff also had the fire of the original power rising in their eyes, unconsciously opening their arms towards the sky.

The strong wind blew his sleeve robe, and amidst the lightning and thunder, the mage bluffed his five fingers. Where the fingertips landed, the lightning became more crazy, and the torrential rain pierced through the sky. power.

it's there...

Nothing can stop their reunion...

……

In the torrential rain, Thrall controlled the red dragon to avoid the flashing lightning.

"——Go into the tower first!" The torrential rain and strong wind shattered the voice, and Thrall wiped the rain from his face and roared.

A thunderbolt exploded in front of the dragon, and Ron flapped his wings violently to avoid the passing lightning. At the next moment, the huge dragon's body smashed through the glass with two people in it, and rolled down with a loud bang. Enter the top floor of the quiet and spacious tower.

"Sal, you stay here."

When Thrall shook off the shards of glass on the cloak, jumped off the dragon's back nimbly, and turned around to help the mage down, there was no one on the dragon's back in front of him.And a voice that was slightly hoarse, but still pleasant and full of unique rhythm came from in front of him.

The young man who appeared in another direction at some point turned around, glanced at Long Yiren lightly, and walked forward with a leisurely pace.

That gaze was lazy and contemptuous, indifferent and meaningless, as if everything in his eyes was indistinguishable and dead, not worthy of any attention from him.

"!" The black-haired man trembled all over, before he could react, his body had spontaneously knelt down on the ground: "This subordinate takes orders."

Ron En, who had been secretly getting smaller, didn't dare to vent his breath. He lightly flapped his wings and landed on the man's shoulder, and whispered, "Anser...recovered memory?"

Outside the window, the sky that cleared at some time shone bright sunlight, illuminating the magnificently built interior space, and also coating the young man with a layer of golden light.He walked forward step by step, the slight sound of footsteps echoed in the empty tower, breaking the silence stained with too much dust after thousands of years.

Walking to the most central place, Su Chengxing stopped, raised his head, and looked up at the huge statue in front of him.

It was a sorcerer, holding his staff high, his long hair flying, his robes flying, his face handsome, his expression arrogant, obviously just a statue, but the legs of those watching were weak, and worship poured out from the heart strong impulse.

Antheus Medani Vatalis Fiorlando, the first healer in the Kista continent in 7000 years, the God of Light, the Goddess of Battle, and the God of Elemental Law personally crowned him, the world's most Close to the existence of "God".

... However, the carving is so realistic, is it necessary to have a scary rhythm in the middle of the night? !

Under the boiling magic power in his body, Su Chengxing squeezed out a little space to complain, rolled his eyes in his heart, bypassed the statue, walked up the steps, and came to the goal of this trip.

On the high platform, among clusters of sharp transparent spar, a magic staff sleeps peacefully.The body of the wand made of mahogany, the top is engraved with complex golden charms, and a crystal ball is surrounded upwards.

Inherited from the Second Era, this staff has been in the hands of the most powerful mages for hundreds of thousands of years.It has been used to defeat all kinds of legendary monsters, and even defeated the God of Chaos. It is the legendary staff that mages most desire and combines glory and power.

Su Chengxing stretched out his hand forward, and the purple light spread out in a circle around him again, and the sudden wind blew his gray hair back, and a dark flame burned faintly in a pair of golden pupils.

"My soul... come back..."

The stone platform began to make a dull sound, and the transparent spar became brighter and brighter.When the blazing light illuminated the entire top of the tower as bright as day, the crystal ball on the staff gave off a purple light, which complemented the flowing mana in the hands of the gray-haired mage in white.

Zirazla, cracks were cracked in the spar, and the legendary staff seemed to be lifted up invisible by something, floating in the air bit by bit.

The white palm was slightly opened, and the fingers gently grasped the body of the stick, and then squeezed it little by little.

The dazzling light and gust of wind subsided instantly, and the huge energy flowing through the fingertips made the mage couldn't help but raise his head.

Sunlight reflected his slender and tall figure from the colorful glass at the top, his long gray hair shone with an indescribable brilliance of life, his thick long eyelashes were stained with water droplets, and lightly covered the golden pupil below which was shining with fanatical light.

……

"Congratulations master."

The heavy boots stepped on the shattered crystal slag, and the giant sword fell to the ground. The black-haired warrior knelt on one knee, lowered his head, and offered his heartfelt joy.

Ron En also opened his mouth wide in response to the occasion, and let out a dragon roar, but it was limited in size and not harsh.

Holding the magic staff in his hand, Su Chengxing nodded towards them expressionlessly, but he was actually exhausting all his mind to calm down the mana element that was turbulent and boiling so hot that it was about to turn into water vapor.

"...Let's go, Thrall."

It's a pity that this routine of taking things and leaving will never go so smoothly. The two of them and one dragon have just bypassed the statue, and a group of heavily armed guards suddenly appeared at the stairway not far away like flowing water. Sudi are arranged in several rows at the normal entrance on the top floor of the tower.

Thrall sprinted to stop the mage, his hand on the hilt of the sword was tightened, and his beast-like eyes exuded a strong sense of danger and coldness.The guards who were a little closer took two steps back completely subconsciously, and some of the younger guards even started to tremble while holding their weapons.

Like mages, fighters also have a power field, but unlike mages whose source is mana, fighters' powers are mostly difficult to detect, and the more powerful they are, the less traceable they are.

Thinking that he has never appreciated the heroic posture of a man fighting with his own eyes, Su Chengxing completely ignored that he possessed a huge number of group attack skills, and very consciously took out the mentality of watching a show and stood aside.

After the guards finished, a group of old men in robes of various colors and holding staffs emerged from the stairs.After that, there was a group of middle-aged and elderly people with very abnormal aesthetics in Su Chengxing's view, with tight pants, big hats, and some even wore curly and fluffy wigs like those in European historical dramas.

What kind of demons are dancing around?

Su Chengxing rolled his eyes in his heart, but unlike his meaningless expression, the expression on Thrall's face who was standing in the front became more and more serious, and the murderous aura emanating from the warrior's power almost condensed into a solid body, flashing sharply. The sharp cold air oppressed the scene, except for the mage and the dragon, the rest of the Breland Principality could hardly breathe.

But this situation did not last long.As the man finally walked up the stairs through the crowd and slowly approached the two of them, the power field of the black-haired warrior quickly disintegrated.

Even Su Chengxing, who had been watching the fun, couldn't help but stiffen his back and widen his eyes. It wasn't until several seconds later that he struggled to find the name he thought had left from his memory:

"Helios..."

Behind him, the man with a crack in his heart was a little panicked, but years of experience in the battlefield had taught him to restrain his emotions rationally. corresponding responsibility.He moved a step away silently, his sharp eyes were alert to this group of people who appeared suddenly.

And the young man walking towards the two had no surprise or fear on his handsome and handsome face, instead he had a slight smile on his face.The warrior's re-gathered power field seemed to have no effect on him. He bowed slightly towards the mage, lowered his head, with an extraordinary demeanor and a holy temperament. Supreme majesty:

"It is my greatest honor to present the hope brought by the glorious reign of the gods to our half body of the gods—Holy Seat Fiorlando, to be illuminated by your glory."

Following his movements, the ministers of the Principality of Breland, the old man in brown robes, and the guards in silver armor knelt down on the ground in unison, and even the various abnormal beasts parked outside the window, together with their knights, faced Salute in the direction of the mage.Their eyes were full of excitement and joy. Rather than besieging the intruders because the mage tower was broken, it was more like encountering some miracle from the sky.

This development is really inexplicable, but to Su Chengxing, there is nothing more important than a possibility at present:

"What is your relationship with Helios?"

Intellectually, the broken connection and the news Thrall told him all indicated that the Son of Tomorrow of the Kista Continent had been buried in the ground, but emotionally, the mage still held a sliver of hope almost ridiculously.

The young man raised his head, and the golden sunlight caressed his side face, reflecting those green eyes as clear as the surface of a glistening lake, and as bright and deep as stars.He smiled calmly, but the expression on his face properly revealed the longing and admiration under his calm appearance:

"Holy See Fiorlando, I am King Helios Victor von Friedrich, a descendant of King Helios the Conqueror. You can call me Helios if you wish."

As soon as these words came out, the black-haired man at the side was startled, and subconsciously looked at his master.

This kind of flattery by the ancestors, he thought it would make the mage furious, because no matter how similar the person in front of him was, he couldn't compare to the honor of the real Lord of Breland thousands of years ago, but the mage just quietly Standing there, looking down at the young man kneeling in front of him, his no longer indifferent gaze was full of nostalgia and love. Although he was still restrained for the most part, the tip of the iceberg leaked out was enough for people to see the turmoil under the ice. Strong emotions.

The black-haired man suddenly withdrew his gaze, let go of the giant sword and moved behind him, then moved two steps away silently, and once again distanced himself from the two of them.

Unaware of Saar's slight abnormality at all, Su Chengxing put his hands on his chest subconsciously, and the young man's expected answer extinguished the flame of hope that had just been ignited, and the emotions stirred up again were less painful than before. , leaving only a touch of sadness and desolation, a little bit spread all over the body.

He couldn't help but recall the past of Anser and Helios.At first, the mage didn't feel much about the blond youth.He is a mage, and he has dedicated all his life to higher knowledge and power. Only magic books, holy objects, files, and anything else that allows him to further explore the truth of magic in this world can make him feel blood flow.As for Helios, he is too typical a paladin, he threw away his noble status without hesitation, and in the chaos after the cataclysm, with enthusiasm and courage, he devoted himself to the pursuit of noble ideals.

They were like distant parallel lines, and they would never intersect.But Helios used his persistence to tie the fate of the two together, allowing the mage to experience the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys of ordinary people, and forged the most vivid memory in his life.

Su Chengxing chuckled, the smoke from the past gradually dissipated from his vision, he stretched out his hand towards the current king of Breland, and couldn't help but caressed the other's cheek.

...soft, warm...still alive...

The young man obviously didn't expect that the cold, arrogant and unruly mage in the legend would make such a move. After a short moment of stupefaction, he immediately recovered his stiff body, and quietly let the mage touch his face all over with his hands.

"I still call you Victor, this should be your real name?"

Su Chengxing withdrew his hand, he would no longer misidentify the person in front of him, but even so, the identity of the descendant of Helios allowed the other party to obtain a rare kind of gentleness from him under normal circumstances.

"Okay." The other party saw through the favor at a glance, and the young man lowered his eyes shyly, "Holy seat Fiorlando."

"Everyone get up." Su Chengxing signaled, and when the guards, mages, and nobles in sight stood up, he turned to the white-haired old man at the front of the mages, and said calmly:

"Look at you, have you been waiting for me for a long time?"

Although it is a question, it is more like a statement.

"Holy seat..." Can't compare to the king's calmness and self-restraint. Tears flashed in the eyes of the old man, trembling all over, holding the staff and choking, he said: "I finally see you, even if the Dharma God is going to call me back now, I will go back." No more regrets."

"I can't believe it, that prophecy really came true..."

"Thousands of years later, the glory will come again..."

prophecy?Could it be that someone already knew in advance that he came to smash the museum to get something today?And the lord of a country still believes it?With so many people standing still and waiting?

"The Holy See of Fiorlando, please forgive the disrespect of these mages." Victor walked to the mage's side and looked at him intently with those green eyes. "Please understand that your name has never been honored by time." The river has washed away, and after thousands of years, your brilliance has become more brilliant and dazzling."

"For the people of this continent, you are a character that only exists in the poems of bards and ancient books. So I can completely understand the mood of mages..." The young king sighed a little excitedly, Afterwards, his eyes sparkled, and even his cheeks showed a slight blush, "The hero I imagined to be, is talking to me here alive... This is really something that cannot be treated normally. ah……"

"The Holy See of Fiorlando... would you like to have dinner with me and fulfill the desire of your worshipers from childhood to this day?"

After all, he looked at the mage cautiously, and in the next moment, as if aware of the abruptness of his invitation, he bit his lip uncomfortably, and said in a panic: "Holy seat Fiorlando..., please forgive me if I offend you." Excuse me... I was just too excited..."

#狗狗eye offensive# So powerful!

"……it is good."

After going through a reflexive desire to agree in his heart-rejection after recovering-it seems a bit pity-wavering-after self-persuasion, Su Chengxing gave the answer.

"Thank you for your kindness." The lord of a country was obviously overjoyed, "You have been away from Breland for too long, before dinner, why don't you let me start from this glorious mage's tower, and take you to revisit the world after a thousand years?" The capital of Wantaa?"

Victor smiled back at him, made a gesture of invitation to the mage, and walked to the stairs first.

Unexpectedly, the other party did not keep up, but turned around and took two steps towards the statue, and suddenly said, "Why don't you start here, Victor?"

The young man was stunned, and smiled unnaturally: "I was too excited for a while, and I was a little confused."

"The King of Conquerors built this tower of honored mages in 1897 to commemorate what you have done for Breland. The most precious collection here is your staff."

"After the war that year, the news of your death was sent back to Orien. The King of Conquerors was very sad. Regardless of his physical condition at the time, he went to the front line again, defeated those despicable villains, and regained the front line of Qiyun Forest..."

Victor's expression became serious, and his voice gradually became low because it involved the death of the mage:

"But the God of Shadow destroyed your body, and the King of Conquerors couldn't find your body, so he could only bring back your staff and use it as your symbol to hold a state funeral for you..."

……

After the king dismissed the group of mages and nobles, the young man was too close to his master, and the black-haired man who wanted to avoid the scene in front of him struggled a little and followed up again.

He will never allow himself to slack off his duty of guarding because of his own selfish desires.Because of this, the conversation between the two fell into his ears word by word.

Although there is no public relationship, although it is only a few words in the history books, no one can ignore the affection and bond between the mage and Helios...

And a state funeral, a tower of honored mages, tightly bound that once arrogant and unruly existence with Breland and Helios in the eyes of future generations...

Just thinking of this kind of thing, a soreness mixed with pain swelled in his chest, and unspeakable jealousy engulfed his heart in the sourness.

The black-haired man lowered his eyes, and followed the two of them numbly and mechanically. At this moment, the little red dragon, who had been quietly lying on his shoulders for the first time, suddenly stretched out its front paws and moved close to his ear. Puffing his cheeks, he cursed angrily:

"Hey, Thrall, you didn't tell me that Anser's body was destroyed by that bastard... Did you recreate this body? Why doesn't it look like it to me..."

"!"

The man who followed the two silently stopped suddenly and raised his head in surprise, as if he had heard something unbelievable.