The strongest witch is a boy [Comprehensive]

"That's such a coincidence. From now on, Your Highness will use Jindaro as hard as he can." The young general smiled and waved his hands, "Your Highness, I am Fa Zheluo, and I am proficient in bows and arrows. If you want to learn bows and arrows, you can come here. Find me. The one with the face of 'I didn't sleep well yesterday' is Gongpira, and the one with 'I never slept well' is Uncle Mahura, the oldest of our twelve generals .”

Gongpiluo directly gave Fazheluo a supercilious look.

"I slept very well."

Mohura didn't even roll his eyes at all, but yawned, apparently acquiescing to that comment.

The four gods will put their masks back on.

Fa Zheluo snatched the words: "The Twelve God Generals have always selected the twelve most brave and skilled fighters from the clan. They can be trained by the previous generation of God Generals and directly transfer their titles, or they can be trained one-on-one. The challenge of the challenge, the winner gets the name, the loser returns to the clan, and after becoming a god general, he must inherit the name of the first generation of god generals as the title. In order to minimize the changes caused by the transition of the god generals, let the god generals They all cover their faces, which means that after becoming a god general, they will sever their relationship with the past, and from now on they will only be born as a god general serving the king. So, His Highness, you can just remember the appearance of the mask."

Kartikeye looked at the masks of several people one by one, and matched the faces and names in his mind one by one, and said seriously: "I will remember, whether it is the mask or your appearance."

Fa Zheluo smiled and wanted to speak again, but Zhen Daluo gave him an angry look and had to back away.

"This is not the time to be joking. The ceremony to select a witch is about to begin. Please follow me to the temple, Your Highness. The current witch is waiting for you."

Zhen Daluo, the head of the twelve generals, opened his mouth, and the other three also closed their mouths, and silently returned to their positions as guards.

Kartikeye was led by Gendara through the passage in the middle of Asura City, and after arriving at the palace where Asura lived, he continued to go in, zigzagging for a long distance before reaching his destination.

He recognized where it was at a glance.

——He found the place where he was almost burned to death when he opened his eyes.

The altar looked unchanged.

The two witches guarding the altar are still the same as before.

"This is the temple?"

"Yes, His Royal Highness Kartikeye is welcome to go on the next road. Only the royal family and the witches can enter here. The witches will tell you more about the ceremony."

Gendara saluted respectfully, then turned around and walked outside with the three god generals, guarding the center of the road that must pass to the temple from the outside world.

Looking at the altar, Kartikeye couldn't help recalling the pain of the flames burning his body at that time. He closed his eyes, and after a while he got rid of the phantoms of the golden sea of ​​flames and walked forward.

The two witches saluted the returning prince, one of them continued to kneel at the altar to pray, and the other came forward and said softly: "Your Highness Kartikeye, you are back, please come to the altar and light the flame, after that, We will see in the flames those who are qualified to be priestesses."

"Light the flame?" Kartikeye asked uncertainly, "Are you talking about the phantom flame?"

"Yes. The ceremony of choosing a witch can only be carried out with the magical flame of the Asura royal family. The king is fighting on the border, so His Highness must come back to preside over it."

The witch stepped aside and motioned for the prince to pass.

Only then did Kartikeye understand why King Asura's letter reminded him several times to return to Asura City as soon as possible.

"I see."

A cluster of flames quietly lit up on the altar of the Asura tribe, and soon expanded into a bright sea of ​​flames, but this piece of golden flame was only confined to the altar, and did not spread to the side at all, just like a purely visual phenomenon, There is no such terrifying destructive power burning outside.

Kartikeye stood on the altar after igniting the flame according to the priestess' request and began to be dazed.

Did he see nothing but flames?

The two witches were not at a loss, and stared at the sea of ​​fire very seriously, as if they really saw something in it. Kartikeye was too embarrassed to disturb him with such a focused expression, and could only wait quietly.

The priestesses uttered a few names from time to time, one spoke and the other recorded. Gradually, dozens of names were written on the paper at hand. After a while, the priestess on the left shouted to Kartikeye on the altar Said: "Your Highness, you can stop."

Kartikeye stopped, stepped down from the altar, and asked curiously, "What did you see just now? I didn't see anything..."

The witch smiled and handed the paper with the name of the future witch to the prince in front of her.

"Your Highness Kartikeye, when you become more familiar with the phantom power, you will see what the flames present to you. Just as the royal family of the Asura clan needs to be baptized by phantom fire, the witches of the Asura clan are also baptized by the phantom fire. The selection of the flames is not because of the will of the king or our current priestesses, the phantom flames belonging to the Asura clan will select the next priestess, and only the best two can stand by the king's side and become real priestesses."

Kartikeye glanced casually and saw a large list of names written on the paper. There were names and places. It must be where that person was. He didn't know why he couldn't see what appeared in his flame but instead The witch can see it, but there is a place name in it that makes him a little concerned.

"Luozuo clan, Shezhi, Jialuo."

That is the tribe of eagles.

Eagle... I haven't seen you again for more than ten years.

Since leaving the ice city that time.

"It's rare that there are two candidates in a tribe. Maybe they are sisters. Usually, talented girls always gather in some families."

The current miko smiled and looked at her companion beside her.

"It's the same with my younger sister. We were selected into Ashura City together. I didn't expect that we would also start to choose the next witch. This is our last job, and we will definitely work hard to do our best."

"Are you sisters?" Kartikeye was taken aback for a moment.

The two witches don't look alike, except for their hair color, which is light blond.

"My sister and I are half-sisters. Unfortunately, we both inherited our mother's looks, so it seems very different."

The witch explained with a smile.

"The magic power flame of the Asura royal family will show all those who have the qualifications to become witches, and then they will be called to Asura City. Those who can pass the test can become witches. Your Highness only needs to wait in Asura City. Yes, this step may take some time."

Kartikeye nodded, "Then, it's fine if I take this list to Gendaro and the others?"

"Yes, thank you for your hard work, Your Highness."

The priestess bowed and said goodbye.

Kartikeye folded the paper in half, took the list and went out.

When that figure was about to disappear, the priestess who had been silent couldn't help but said: "Your Highness Kartikeye, during this time, you can pay attention to 'dream'... It is said...the priestess of the Asura tribe and The royal family has a special bond, and my sister and I dreamed of the king before we were brought back to the city."

Kartikeye glanced back, nodded, smiled and waved.

"Thank you."

The elder sister among the witches did not speak until Kartikeye had gone far away.

"Your Highness is not yet a king."

"However, His Highness is the future king, and the witch selected at this time...is more likely to accompany His Highness? The person he favors is naturally more likely to become a witch, not to mention..."

The younger sister looked at the altar, and continued meaningfully, "Sister, don't forget, this is a ceremony opened with His Highness's flame, and His Highness's unconscious tendencies will affect the choice of flame."

"...When the new priestess takes over, we will no longer be priestesses. Do you have any plans?"

My sister suddenly changed the subject.

The younger sister chuckled silently.

"Where else can we go besides staying in Ashura City? It's been 100 years, and all the 'people' we knew have been buried in the ground, right? Don't worry, sister, I won't say anything nonsense to the new witch. The future witch And what will happen to the future king... that depends on the arrangement of fate."

The century-old witches and sisters returned to pray at the altar, just as they have done for the past century.

King Asura sent the four god generals back, of course not simply to protect his younger brother, Kartikeye returned to Asura City, it was safe enough, the four god generals came back just to find people according to the list Asura City.

The list written by the priestess is copied into four copies, and the four gods will each set off in four directions.

Kartikeye returned to the state of doing nothing again, so he once again returned to the rhythm of his life in Qiandaraja, practicing the piano during the day and practicing the sword at night, because he had no opponent (Jali), he could only exercise mechanically , and set aside a little time to learn to control the flame.

Now he is able to ignite a small amount of flame on the altar, which is enough to cover the altar but is thin, which is the result of practice.

In the hands of the Asuras, the flames of the Asuras are not untouchable and uncontrollable nihility, but closer to a kind of entity. He can clearly feel the "density" of the flames—or "concentration". Adjust the flame according to your own ideas, make it brighter and warmer, or more concentrated and destructive, or separate out a small amount of flame and write and draw at your fingertips like a paintbrush to enhance precise control .

What's interesting is that when he was practicing controlling the flames in Qiandaraja, the maids who occasionally passed by would show surprise expressions. Now that he returns to Ashura City, no matter who sees it, he will get used to it.

However, when he practiced the piano during the day, he inevitably encountered terrifying crowds.

Fortunately, the Asuras still have basic respect for the prince, and the onlookers were separated by a distance, but a large group of people 100 meters away stared at him with the expression of hell, which still brought a little bit of trouble to Kartikeye .

In Qiandaraja, no one would act differently to "Kartikeye is practicing the piano", but it is completely different in Asura City.

A few days later, Kartikeye finally learned about the most popular rumor in Asura City through the maid in his palace.

——It is said that His Royal Highness has no intention of fighting, but only loves music.

——The most frightening thing is that His Royal Highness plays the piano very nicely!

——I listened to it and listened to it for a day without knowing it. This must be the latest fighting method, right?It is too strong to make people lose without fighting!

——I don't care, I don't care, I want to send flowers to His Highness!I'm a fan of Your Highness's music!

Kartikeye endured and endured, sent the maid out, and finally did not say any uncivilized words in front of others.

He wondered why more and more people came to watch, and more and more flowers appeared on the road recently.

These people in Asura City are boring enough...