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"Your Excellency?"

"Oh, the good students you teach have already pushed everything to an irreversible situation!"

"What does this mean?"

"The bells of destiny have sounded, and the verdict that belongs to mortals has not yet begun, but it will not wait too long in front."

Aran recalled this sentence in a daze. There were so many things in this sentence. He didn't even think about it, suspecting that there was a **** intervening, and only then heard from the wizards of the Black Worm Society that the sphere was the eye of Magnus. Such a treasure, even if the gods and demons actually participate, is very normal.

"Okay, I see, this will take the students away."

"Already, it's too late." After the mysterious wizard said these words, Aran was surprised to see another eight wizards in the same costume coming out of the void one after another.

"What does it mean to be too late?"

"Because of a boy." Another woman spoke. She was using the ancient Elvish language. The knowledgeable Aran heard clearly, "Which boy?"

"Dragonborn, body with dragon soul, fragments of time, without him, that person would not have rushed into this fragment of time."

Among the faculty and students in the college, Aran noticed the child they were talking about, the tall and sturdy Brighton kid, with a tall stature and a tender face. Farauda said he would become a master of destruction. Now It seems to be the case. Among the still lifes, he is the only one who is trembling slightly, not the kind of excitement trembling, but the trembling of chills. Although he can't see his face, he has a sad expression.

"What's wrong? The child will be fine, right?"

"The crystal tower gives us the power for a fixed time, just like freezing a river with ice. This was perfect. Until the appearance of this little guy, he was a piece of coal. Even if it doesn't melt through the glacier, it will emit light. The firelight. For that person, enough."

"Crystal Tower? You are Saiyk Cult!" Aran shouted in shock.

This is an amazing organization.

And the crystal tower is a great creation.

Its extraordinaryness is by no means simple and clear, and its history needs to be traced back to the elven era.

The ancient elves who once occupied the dominant position in Nairn discovered through research that magic is constantly fading, just like entropy. From the beginning of the world to its destruction, matter is becoming more and more disordered, energy is becoming more and more lazier, and even the personality of the soul is changed. Was gradually worn away.

The original magic, that is, the power that the souls have shown on the battlefield, is called dawn magic, the most extraordinary and the greatest.

But no one can escape the grind of time.

In order to preserve the dawn magic, the ancient elves built the crystal tower, also known as the crystal law, which was the supreme power symbol of Eleanor’s elven kingdom at that time, and it was precisely to compare it with this tower, far away from Alex in Tamriel. The Germans built the Platinum Tower.

The masters who built the crystal tower poured all the dawn magic that could be collected at that time into it. For a long time, the crystal tower has been an important magic beacon on Nairn, and the greatest magic school in the eyes of the world.

However, the mystery of the crystal tower is far more than what foreigners see. It, or it, is as energetic as the brass **** Namdian, and represents the essence of the supreme philosophy of the ancient elves. He is The stairs to the gods of the elves advocating the ancestral way!

The noble and self-disciplined elves will spend their entire lives to perfect themselves, learning art, magic, fighting, alchemy, forging, military, etc., so that they can be close to the great ancestors and gods, in an ancestral way. At the last moment of life, the person will enter the crystal tower and perform a ritual called dragon pupation.

Dragon is time.

Pupa, that is, solidification.

Dragon pupation, that is, solidification time.

An elf condenses into a dragon pupa in a posture that is closest to the ancestor, ascends to the light world, joins the ranks of the original spirit, and descendants admire him, making him a new ancestor **** in the elf **** system.

No wonder the high elves, who are the orthodox heirs of the ancient elves, are so arrogant, just because it was Ori-El, who was close to the elves and hated the world, instead of Lockhan, who was close to humans and loved the world. The arrogance of their clan is at the root and is the most correct for them.

At this time, Aran was infected by the depressive tone of the nine Saiyks, and he couldn't help but feel a little flustered. He breathed for a while, feeling that the air was so dull, there was no smell at all, and it did not seem to flow into his body, just He walked around his lungs and left like a passer-by. If the magic energy around him were not still surging, he almost thought he was in eternal silence after death.

"No matter what, I need to take the teachers and students away!" Aran is very serious, and the predicament now is like when he abandoned his comrades in Labrinxian! But this time, I will not run away again, this is the glory of the chief mage!

A dazzling electric current lit up from the dark elf master's hand, "Stop when it's over, we'll leave immediately!"

A female believer coldly scolded: "You can stop! If you don't see your superior strength, you don't have to pull you out alone, we hope you can accompany us to fight the enemy together, instead of trouble us!"

"This is your own problem, let's curb your arrogance!" Aran said~www.readwn.com~ You are just a member of the world struggling, if you have the ability to change history, why not earlier Do you have to fight the fire when the situation is irreversible? "

The first disciple who appeared warmly replied: "Who can really break the fate? We are just a grain of sand in front of the torrent, trying to shelter the carefree bugs behind us. This action is hasty. If it can be done, it’s okay, if it can’t, then go to the God Realm first.”

Aran was moved by their pessimism, "Really desperate?"

"You are right, we are just a member of the world struggling, and that person is a demigod living in the world!"

jingle--! ! !

jingle--! ! !

"What sound?" Aran asked.

The crisp sound of bells disturbed the dormant air to cheer for joy. The magic energy is like a hot pot of cheese soup, humming, gurgling, blowing bubbles, chattering, and the colors of the world return again. Aran saw those Saiyks are wearing bright yellow robes, cuffs and collars with red ornamentation, the clear light is still there, time has stagnated, but everything is different!

"The bells of destiny can't be wrong."

Another person flew in Sattar's breach, wearing a white robe, with mottled blood on his ugly face, holding a huge copper umbrella in his hand, and eleven bells gently shaking.

The man glanced around, his face was solemn, and his three eyes were like the evil **** in the ghost story. He frowned when he saw the people in the black bug society, then saw Aran, nodded, and then looked at Saiike Cultists, grin.

Ajan recognized him, Jonas' adoptive father, a gourmet of Winterhold!

"It's you who want to hurt my children?"

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