108 Ways to Heal a Loyal Dog

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The light has dissipated, and the incarnation of the elemental law god has left.On the top of the empty tower, the mage knelt down in front of the black-haired warrior. His long gray hair grew spontaneously, like fine silk, shining with crystal luster, scattered on the cold stone slab.

Anse Senas covered his face and let out a low laugh, the laughter was pathetic and full of mourning.

The red dragon hovered beyond the shattered walls, soundless and silent.

"Thal..." the mage murmured softly, carefully picked up the soldier's icy body, and hugged him into his arms.

He lowered his head and kissed the man's pale and dry lips, and caressed the center of the palm of his head, a small ball of light slowly emerged.

The mage raised his head, the ball of light shattered in his palm, and the scene that happened here not long ago slowly unfolded in front of him.

The black-haired warrior jumped down from the dragon's back. Only the hilt of the giant sword remained behind him, and the black cloak was torn to pieces.

The red dragon chirped behind him, he turned around, put his face against his friend's head, and said hoarsely, "Thank you for being with me for so long, Ron. It's really a pleasure to be your friend."

A clear sadness emerged from the red eyes of the beast, it flapped its wings softly, and hummed reluctantly.

"Ron En, can you make another promise for me?" The soldier stroked its neck, raised his head and smiled, "After I leave, protect the master for me, okay?"

Long Chang roared, his watery eyes fixed on the man.

The other party patted his body, stood up, left his friend neatly, and staggered towards the mage on the high platform.

The wind roared, and the big raindrops hit the dragon's back, but it just silently watched the black-haired warrior kneeling in front of the mage, watching him reverently chant spells, and watching the blue light spot It fell on the transparent ice crystal like snowflakes, watching his strong body oozing blood little by little.

"My lord..."

"May my flesh and blood be turned into dust to pave the way for you; may my soul be turned into a sharp sword to break through all obstacles for you; may my will be turned into a strong shield to protect you from generation to generation behind..."

Repeating the ancient oath, the black-haired warrior raised the corners of his mouth, his thick eyelashes fluttered slightly, and fell into the valley with his eyelids closing.

His body fell down suddenly, and in the blue light spots, the figure of the elemental law god was gathering and forming little by little.

……

"What kind of loyal dog are you, you don't even listen to your master..."

Low-pitched words of resentment, accompanied by uncontrollable trembling and choking.

Anser hissed softly, as if unable to bear the weight of the picture, he drooped his head and hugged the body tightly in his arms: "Didn't I tell you that I'm not as fragile as you imagined..."

The man smiled with his eyes closed, quietly listening to the mage's words, as he did most often in the past years.

A slender arm stretched out from the wide sleeve robe, took the man's palm that was hanging on the ground, and opened it finger by finger.

Compared with the mage's white, delicate and almost perfect hands, this is a warrior's hand.Thick and rough, with calluses on the fingertips, broken nails, blood and dust remaining in the gaps, festering wounds on the palm and back of the palm, criss-crossed and crossed, compared with his always cold and powerful image, fragile and tender amazing.

This warrior who always silently guards behind him is not really strong enough to be invulnerable.It was because he left all his weakness and hesitation to himself.

"Thal..." the mage took the man's hand and whispered again.

He stood up straight, hugged his warrior horizontally, and calmly walked towards the broken wall on the top of the tower.

The purple moonlight poured down, fine dust was flying in the air, and the footsteps of the mage echoed in the empty space.

The fragrance of flowers wafts into the nostrils, the leaves are rustling, and the mottled light and shadow are shaking gently. Everything is as peaceful and quiet as a sweet dream.

This is indeed a sweet dream that belongs to Su Chengxing. In the dream, he never wavers, pursues the call of the soul, and adores the black-haired warrior with all his heart.They started with a kiss, and verified each other's choices through a physical and mental fit.

When the soul collapsed thousands of years ago, the fragments that fell into another time and space have completely integrated into his soul, ending his mission.

And now, it's his turn - Antheus - to rewrite their fate.

Anse Senas hugged the man and fell from the top of the tower in the wind.

Behind him, under the purple crescent moon, the green vines made violent noises, and the branches that were tightly wrapped around the tower loosened one by one, and then surged back to the ground.

The king standing at the front looked fascinatedly at the mage who was walking on the wind, his green eyes lit up.

He involuntarily walked up to the mage and stopped him:

"... Holy See Fiorlando... I—"

The empty golden eyes swept towards him, no matter what Victor wanted to say, at this moment, he just wanted to kneel on the ground.

Anser stopped in his tracks, staring at the imaginable faces in front of him and in his memory.

Unlike His Majesty the king who was always calm and relaxed half a month ago, this young man looked exhausted at the moment, his chin was covered with stubble that had not been trimmed in time, and his pair of green eyes, which were tightly fixed on him, shone with too much information. The thirst for complex things.

Seeing the dense crowd of soldiers in front of him, the mage who understood everything instantly chuckled.

"—His Majesty the King of Breland, don't you even have the confidence to protect this country with your own strength?"

The mage withdrew his gaze and walked forward calmly.The might of a mage as vast as the sea lingers around him, and with every step, it seems that thousands of brilliance radiate from his feet.

The soldiers on both sides separated spontaneously, and the fear and reverence from the heart ran through their bodies, dominating them and surrendering to the ground.

The young king of Breland was so shocked by that look and that sentence that he couldn't move. He could only watch helplessly as the other party gradually walked out of his sight.

The deafening thunder suddenly exploded in the sky, and the torrential rain poured down instantly. The night that was peaceful and gentle one moment, revealed ferocious claws and fangs the next moment, raging crazily.

The lightning that traveled across the sky illuminated the drowsy sky, and the icy rain poured down.And amidst the violent wind and rain, several huge roars smashed down to the ground.

"—Boom!"

"—Boom!"

Victor turned around and saw that towering Tower of Glorious Mage that had stood for a thousand years was collapsing from top to bottom.

Countless splashed gravel rolled down, stirring up waves of confused water vapor in the torrential rain.

This tower of glory built by the conqueror himself to commemorate Archmage Fiorlando, at this moment, was destroyed by Archmage himself.

The heavy rain fell majesticly, and the smaller dragon body pierced through the dense rain curtain, silently following behind the mage.

More than ten years ago, the giant dragon stood on the tower.At its feet, the court in darkness bears its wrath.

The black-haired warrior stood beside it, stroking its neck, looking into the distance, telling it the plan that had been planned for a long time and was forced to advance, but was imperative.

'The injury of the master's soul origin began to deteriorate again.If it can't be stopped in time, he may sleep like this forever. '

The wind blew his black hair, the man looked at the mage sleeping on the back of the dragon, his blue eyes were full of unspeakable tenderness: "I have to go to the void, and I need your help, Ron. '

The red dragon stared at the vertical pupil, unable to believe what it heard.

'Don't worry, the master is the healer crowned by the God of Elemental Law himself.As long as I get there, Fashen will never refuse my request. The man lowered his eyes, and his low voice contained incomparable firmness, but he avoided the unspoken question from Ron En beside him.

The gods will not refuse such a request, but the gods will not interfere with the direction of fate for a little favor.Unless there is something equivalent, it can be exchanged.This is the law of strength that applies to all things, and it is impossible for the black-haired warrior not to know what is the most likely equivalent that can make up for the original damage of the soul.

Pain and sourness filled Ron En's chest. It roared wildly, flapped its wings angrily, and crushed stones and wild sand fell into the shadows below.

'...It is my duty and my honor to protect my master. The black-haired warrior patted its wings in relief, with a relaxed tone and a bit of a smile, "That kind of ending is the reward I have been looking forward to for a long time.So, dear Ron, you should be happy for me. '

are you happy?

After they have gone through all kinds of hardships, narrowly escaped death several times, crossed the boundless sea of ​​innocence, and came to the realm of nothingness, it really rejoiced for a while.At that time, it peeped at the gentleness of the God of Elemental Law towards warriors, and secretly kept a naive idea, thinking that Thrall and Anser would become unique and could avoid the existence of that law.

But when on the way back, the black-haired warrior was getting weaker day by day, and the other party didn't care about it and just kept going, it keenly sensed that the ending might really be inevitable.

With a heavy heart, the red dragon carried the soldiers flying over the clouds and sunlight, through the yellow sand and the rainforest, and rushed back to the capital of Wantaa after torrential rain and sun exposure.

Then, the black-haired warrior turned around in front of it without hesitation, walked to the high platform step by step, and half-kneeled in front of the sleeping mage, just like their initial posture when they concluded the oath.

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Ron En looked at Anser's back while recalling the memories not long ago.The mage who lost Thrall was unexpectedly calm.Holding the warrior in his arms, he let the wind and rain tear his white robe, and walked steadily out of the towering city walls of the capital of Wantaa step by step, and came to a barren field.

The journey from the center of the king's capital to the wilderness of the city was not short, but the mage's arm holding the warrior never trembled at all. He seemed to regard himself as the only reliance that men in this world could rely on. Even the slightest hesitation, I don't want the man to feel it anymore.

The mage stopped, bent his head, and gently smoothed the black hair on the forehead of the man with his eyes closed with his fingers, reinforced the light film covering the man's body to block the raindrops, selected a flat area, and slowly He laid the person in his arms flat on the ground.

The icy rain beat against the red scales, and with a low cry, Ron flew down to the warrior's shoulders.It lowered its head, stuck out its tongue, and gently licked the man's cold face.

Compared to the unscathed black-haired warrior in the rain, the mage was soaked all over his body, and his long gray hair stuck to his fair skin, making the flames in those golden pupils brighter and quieter.

He waved his staff, and the lush green vegetation spread out from him with the agility visible to the naked eye, covering the originally barren land.

The rainstorm suddenly stopped, the moist mist evaporated, and the beautiful Ziyue appeared again, casting her soft light quietly.

"Ron, you stay here and guard Thrall."

The mage's cold voice was calm and calm, but it contained a sense of determination: "I'll be back soon."

It was a sentiment Ron had heard too much from the other.It raised its head stiffly, and it looked very embarrassed from the violent rain before: "Anser...no matter what you want to do, please think about Thrall..."

"Aren't you going to protect me for him?" The mage smiled gently, knelt down and rubbed its round head, "How can I trust him to you with such a pitiful appearance?"

After saying that, Anse leaned over, pressed against the man's icy body, and kissed his lips lightly.

The familiar lips were full of the smell of blood, Anser gently and delicately licked away the dried blood with his tongue, as if tasting the rarest, sweetest and most mellow wine.

In all his life, he had never felt the peace and stability of this moment.He is clear about his purpose of moving forward, the road he is about to embark on, and the possible gains and losses, and he is also clear in his chest, without confusion or uncertainty.The bottom line is that what he wants is not clearer and more specific than this moment.

This is not an obscure talisman, nor is it an insight that cannot be met, but the deepest and most fervent desire from the heart.

——He wants to establish a soul link with Thrall, and become an irreplaceable and absolutely unique existence for men.

——And all of this requires the soldier to be alive, to breathe, to open those blue eyes, to shed tears, and to gasp and moan in his ear.

He has been reborn, but the lost soul is under the domination and control of Hades, no matter how powerful he is, there is nothing he can do about it.Right now, if Thrall's soul is to escape from reincarnation and return to this body, he has only one choice - to use the power of the Elemental God.

But under the law, he now has no bargaining chips to exchange with the gods.Just because he doesn't have it now doesn't mean he didn't have it before.

The Platinum Key, which shone softly and radiantly, was a gift from the gods who had embarked on the road of trials under the guidance of the Dharma God.Back then, he gave it to Helios as a promise of love, but after thousands of years, this thing has long since disappeared.

He was going to get back what should have belonged to Thrall.

Having made up his mind, the mage stroked the soldier's cold lips with his fingers, and stood up reluctantly.

In the next moment, the mage's figure appeared on the top of the mountain not far away from the dense forest.He raised his staff high towards the sky and began to chant the incantation.

The blood began to turn into flowing flames, agitating and rushing through the body.The purple mage's power changed from weak to bright, intertwined with the incandescent light from the crystal ball and burst.

The breeze turned to a storm, the earth moaned, and rocks fell into the valleys.

The birds hovering in the sky let out a mournful cry and fell to the ground.The wandering beast tucked its tail and fled in panic.

The brilliance of the purple moon twisted into a huge vortex, and the dangerous and ominous atmosphere flowed across the field.

Huge tremors passed through Ron En's body like an electric current, and the magical creature, which was extremely sensitive to the aura of power, let out an uneasy growl, revealing its original huge body.

This breath...

"—Roar!" The red dragon, which tried its best to get rid of the coercion of the spell, flew up against the strong wind, and roared at the mage's back, but did not get the slightest response.

The spell continues.

The vortex condensed by the brilliance of the moon began to rotate violently, as if the entire world was about to be swallowed.

The strong hurricane blocked its progress, and the red dragon neighed desperately, but could only watch helplessly as the tall figure sold towards the whirlpool step by step.

Amidst the dazzling white and purple light, a cloud of indistinct golden light suddenly appeared in front of the whirlpool, blocking his progress.

"Fiorlando..." The usually calm tone of the Elemental Law God was also tinged with anxiety, "Do you know what you are doing now?Disrupting the sequence of time and affecting the course of history, even you today will be wiped out. '

The young man in white robe finally put down his staff.

"I'm just going to correct that original mistake."

Anser smiled softly, "Trust me, I will be back."

"Because someone is waiting for me here."

After bowing slightly to the Dharma God, the mage walked calmly into the center of the vortex.

The distorted purple moonlight returned to its original brightness and tranquility. In the vast green field, only the black-haired warrior was sleeping peacefully, and the giant red dragon quietly waiting by his side.