108 Ways to Heal a Loyal Dog

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The mage stepped into the quiet, remote darkness.

At first, he couldn't see anything, but in his memory, the familiar perception came oncoming, and the pale, dazzling light gradually lit up around him.

He saw that he was under a huge dome, and the floor was tiles that stretched infinitely.And in the very center of this space, stands a noble marble statue, and he half kneels in front of the god statue.

Those lights radiated from the statue, and the mage couldn't help but close his eyes, with reverence and respect welling up in his heart, and he also heard a familiar cold voice.

"...Does it have to be linked?" The mage looked up at the statue and questioned, "The mystery of magic is enough for me to dedicate my life, and the so-called soul mate is just the dust of the world."

'My dear Fiorlando, it was your thirst for truth that brought you to us, and that same thirst for simplicity will support and guide you in the rough road ahead. '

'Go after your bust, my disciple!The Kista continent will fall into chaos and darkness, and the two of you will bring order and light back to the world. '

'Among the ruins of past glory.Find our gift to you - the Platinum Key.Find it and you will call upon my power, upon the power of Terraris, the elemental god. '

'Remember, don't let the * blind your eyes, follow your heart, go forward, and you will overcome all obstacles. '

The sound disappeared, the mage opened his eyes, and the white light dissipated. He found himself sitting in the corner of a dilapidated and low tavern, and the buzzing and noisy voices hovered over his head like flies.

The mage under the cloak frowned, staring at the greasy porcelain cup in front of him, the clear water in it was mixed with impurities visible to the naked eye, shaking gently.

"—Excuse me, are you Mage Fiorlando?" A tall and strong figure squeezed through the crowd and stood in front of him.

The mage raised his eyes irritably, and was about to reject another overconfident revealer within half an hour: "I'm going to the Impassable Mountain Range. Even if you are a silver-ranked warrior, I suggest you take the exam again carefully..."

The sorcerer, who always had his eyes above his head, froze for the first time before he finished speaking.

An unusually handsome man is tearing off the hood on his head. He has soft and thick black hair and a pair of blue eyes, and his figure is straight and straight, like a knife like a gun, with sharp offense and tough protection. , two very different temperaments, wonderfully blended together in him.

He heard his heart, which had been dormant for a long time, beating clearly and clearly, as if regaining life.

"...As you can see, I am a half-dream warrior." The man sat down in front of him calmly, and slammed his giant sword down on the narrow table in front of him, "If you don't mind, I can Escort you to any location in the Impassable Mountain Range."

The mage laughed silently, this should be a very pleasant journey.

...The environment of the body changed again, and this time, what greeted the mage was not any recalled memory, but a joy that was so strong that it could faint.

In his more than 20 years of life, he has never felt like this.Pleasure, contentment, comfort, sweetness, harmony, nature... These emotions that were rarely enjoyed in the past are intertwined and gathered into another thing, slowly pouring into the root of his soul, filling the emptiness that has existed since he was born. Lost the other half of life.

This strong desire and pleasure stimulated him to bury deeper into another person's body, grabbing the source of power that was as hot as fire and as gentle as water.

He couldn't see the other person's face clearly, he just kissed him frantically and hugged him.

"...my partner..."

... The wonderful feeling faded slowly like the tide, and the mage sat up with a low moan, and found himself leaning in someone's arms while his head was splitting.

"Do you need some water?"

The pleasant baritone drew his attention back with a gentle smile.

The mage looked at him in astonishment: "Last night...it was you, Helios?"

The blond knight laughed softly, his green eyes overflowed with tenderness, and then he silently tightened his embrace: "Anser, you look so thin, but when you do that kind of thing, you can be so rough."

"..."

The mage pushed the man away and rushed out of the tent. After several searches, he found the black-haired warrior undulating in the waves in the blue sea of ​​innocence.

……

"Anser, I don't understand, why do you want to go far away and go hungry everywhere?" During the battle, the dwarf warrior tore a piece of meat, glanced at the black-haired warrior commanding the soldiers to clean the battlefield, and asked harshly.

"I already have a partner." The mage expressionlessly clenched the staff in his hand, "And the half-dreams you talked about, for me, they are just a convenient way to replenish power."

"...I seem to understand something." The beautiful female elf blinked and sat down next to the mage, "But I don't agree with your approach. Although it is rare, the guidance of the spiritual knot is not always helpful. of."

"Race, identity, age, gender, and even link attributes are just a classification tool that can help you find your soul."

"Speaking of which, Thrall is a ruler, right?" The only submissive in the team, the frail Priest Guangming blushed, fiddling with his staff.

……

The blood, the bright red blood, was washed into a light red by the heavy rain, and soaked into the soil violently.

The sound, which was far and near, reverberated and floated into his brain, and then it was ruffled and pulled out again.

'Fiorlando, the 130 lives of Willis Archmage Tower, use your head to pay for it! '

'You foolish humans who are overwhelmed, give up struggling, you can't escape the shackles of shadows! ...'

'Gods have mercy!he is alive! '

'Oh my god...I can't believe it...'

'End his misfortunes! 'Someone said hoarsely,'His soul origin has been broken, save him the pain before death. '

'I can save him. 'A familiar voice, deep, hoarse, rough, unhesitating,' Hand him over to me. '

……

'Fiorlando, wake up...'

It was the soft voice from the beginning again, calling softly in the mage's ear.

The crystal on the staff gave off a golden light, like sunlight piercing through thick fog, reaching the depths of the mage's soul.

He opened his eyes.

Night has fallen.

A purple crescent moon hangs high in the sky, and Wei Ran's towering tower goes straight into the clouds, hidden in the shadow of the slowly moving clouds.

This is the tower of the glorious mage in the capital of Wantaa, the king's capital of Breland, but no one would believe that this is a magnificent building in the past if they hadn't seen it with their own eyes.The tall tower built by countless skilled craftsmen is now just another old tree in the dense forest.The huge vines that rise from the ground wind and coil around the tower body layer by layer. In the gaps between the branches, lush round leaves are densely packed, covering the white bricks and stones below.The strong and powerful branches are covered with moss, countless enchanting flowers unfold with the wind, and the small and complicated petals fall down.

Team after team of heavily armed soldiers surrounded the tall tower in the middle like stars holding the moon. The half-month siege without attacking had worn out their sharpness, and added a sense of awe to each face. Tired and weak.

Fourteen days ago, from the moment they received the king's order, all the royal elites in Orien City were dispatched to follow the giant dragon that soared into the sky, but they didn't dare to take a step beyond the thunderous barrier, and they just stayed behind the opponent not too close or far away. .

The giant dragon carried the legendary black-haired warrior with his wings folded, and landed on the Tower of Glory, looking down from a height at the densely packed human beings below.The guards shouted to pass the news to the palace, and when the king rode his horse through the layers of guards and came to the tower, vines as thick as a few people's arms broke through the ground and climbed among the flying dust and gravel. Wrap around the white walls of the tower.

In a short period of time, it seems that the vines full of life have tightly wrapped the Mage Tower under the branches. The sharp barbs grow and mature rapidly on the branches, and the flowers with deadly fragrance bloom quietly. Next, the worm snake made a rustling sound, and occasionally poked its head out, sticking out its long blood-red tongue towards the stunned soldiers in front of it.

Victor commanded several charges, all of which ended in heavy casualties. Those royal elites were dragged into the shadows by entangled vines. After screaming and wailing, there were no bones left, only red blood gushed out from the gaps in the branches and leaves. , issued a strong stench.

The soldiers fought back with pale faces.Victor suppressed the fear in his heart, and had no choice but to continue to attack, so he had to order repairs on the spot, and surrounded the mage tower like a tree waiting for a rabbit.

He couldn't let the mage leave Breland like this, he had to meet the mage alone, as long as he met, he would have the confidence to restore the situation he messed up before.

For this kind of mage who only has practice in his heart, the bond of emotion is the most unbreakable shackle.Thinking of the records related to the other party in the parchment handwritten by the King of Conquerors, Victor is confident that based on the experience of his predecessors, he will let the other party stay for him with unfailing admiration and submission.

On the night of the first day, the roar of the dragon resounded across the sky, and a huge black shadow carrying the black-haired warrior spread its wings away from the top of the tower.

The royal magicians could see very clearly that there was only the black-haired warrior on the dragon's back.Victor was overjoyed when he heard the news. Although he didn't know why one dragon and one person left, for him, this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Immediately, the young king of Breland sent dozens of the most powerful mages in the world to try to crack the strange vine formation.

The result was just that a few branches were broken, and in the vacant place, thicker and tougher branches grew in an instant.

The next day, the king's order was spread to several colleges near Orien, and the top figures of various professions came proudly and left sadly.

On the third day, after a summer rainstorm, the vines almost doubled in size, and only a small golden spire remained of the building inside.

From the fourth day to the ninth day, the scorching sun caused Orien to experience the unprecedented heat in a century, and the soldiers in armor fainted one after another.And Victor, who couldn't stand the heat, sat in front of the ice cubes brought by the servants, his face sinking like water.

On the tenth day, news came from Magic about the Blood Shadow Crazy Station.The warrior who seemed to have disappeared completely since leaving Orien reappeared in the territory of Breland.

On the 13th, the figure of the red dragon broke through the clouds and returned to the tower of the mage with lightning and thunder.The warrior's black cloak fluttered in the gust of wind, and after casting a cold and indifferent glance at the crowd below, the blood shadow maniac stepped into the parted entrance of the branches.

On the 14th, in the Tower of Glory Mage, the mage who was sleeping under the transparent ice crystal suddenly opened his eyes, and at the same time, the rainstorm suddenly stopped, the strong wind stopped, and the purple moon quietly appeared.

The ice crystals shattered into pieces and fell to the ground. The mage in white robe slowly got up and stepped down the high platform step by step.

In front of him, the elemental power that has not been completely exhausted gathered into a vague human shape, floating in front of the man lying flat on the ground.

The golden pupils swept across the figure staring at him indifferently. Holding the staff in his hand, the mage walked step by step to the front of the black-haired warrior.

Without a second look to confirm, the mage already knew that the warrior who had accompanied him for thousands of years had fallen into an eternal sleep and would never wake up again.On the handsome face full of wind and dust, the thick double eyelashes quietly cast shadows on the skin, covering the blue sea.The corners of the mouth, which had always been straight and cold, were stained with traces of blood, but slightly curved, which was a complete relief from letting go of all heavy responsibilities.

"Dear God, I never thought that you would come to the world again."

The mage suppressed the fluctuations in his heart, turned to the floating fuzzy figure, bowed down and saluted respectfully.

'My dear Fiorlando, this was an unexpected journey even for me. '

The soft voice with a hint of coldness is the elemental law god Terraris who has been leading him forward in the dream and on the long journey of practice in the past.

The gods who live at the other end of the sea of ​​Wuwang are the supreme beings with supreme power in this world.They create all things and let them develop freely, but they secretly pay attention to their own creations, weave the thread of their destiny, and let the wheel of the world move in the predetermined direction.

They respond to the prayers of the most steadfast and sincere believers, but even if they encounter a catastrophe that destroys the world, they are nothing more than the established ideals projected by the world, silently guiding the lost lives.

And now, although there is a war on the Kista Continent, it is just a normal historical development, and it is far from meeting the conditions for the coming of the gods.What's more, the one in front of him is the most indifferent elemental law god among the gods.In the tens of thousands of years that have passed, only at the coronation ceremony when a mage stepped into a realm of magic that no one had ever reached before and became a mage thousands of years ago, did this elemental magic god come for the first time along with the god of light and the goddess of battle.

'Thousands of years ago, when I guided you on the path of trials, I foresaw the difficulty of this path. The figure projected by the Fashen on the earth turned to the black-haired warrior who had lost his breath, and looked down at him condescendingly, "I am concerned about your growth, delighted in your changes, and look forward to your fulfilling your mission. '

' But it wasn't until he came to the void that we realized that because of your light, we overlooked another rare gem of perfection. '

The mage's golden pupils enlarged slightly, and his handsome face seemed to have heard the most incredible thing, showing a blank blank.

"...This is impossible..." After a long silence, the mage trembled and hoarsely said, "No one has ever been able to reach the void...that is the abode of the gods..."

' Fiorlando, that was just once. The God of Elemental Law sighed, "When he decided to exchange his life for your rebirth, he also changed history. '

'You should already be aware of the changes that are taking place in you, a gift from your soul mate.And I, too, will fulfill the contract I made with him and give you a complete new life...'

The blurry figure moved towards the mage, and the palm formed by the gathering of elemental power closed on the crystal ball inlaid on the top of the staff.

The dazzling light burst, engulfing everything in the tower.

Endless huge power flows from the staff into the mage's body.The traces of festering at the root of the soul gradually disappeared, and the traces of mistakes that had been made were smoothed away. The desolate half of the soul was rejuvenated, and those soul fragments that were scattered in various time and space also roared back one by one, and regained their vitality. The stitching is complete.

This is a complete rebirth.

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