Chapter 483 The Mysterious Female Mage (Changed)
This group of old witches sat around the long table, like a group of happy elves, sipping golden foam in a warm and cheerful atmosphere. Drinking beer, their rough and bold movements formed a sharp contrast with their images of silver hair.
The amber liquid in the transparent glass shone alluringly under the light, as if it had magical power. No matter how much they drank, the beer was like an inexhaustible source, always filling the cup.
One of the old witches with a hooked nose had an intoxicating smile on her wrinkled face. Her eyes flashed with memories, and she loudly told the amazing story.
“You know, that was the first baby with wings that I saw.”
Her voice was full of excitement and joy, as if the scene happened yesterday:
“Oh, my God, he is like a little angel, soaring lightly in the nursery, accompanied by the crisp and sweet music. The laughter was like a wonderful movement of life. "
"The little guy flapped his feather-soft wings and flew from the cradle to the window, and then floated back to the chandelier. It’s so free and unrestrained that people are stunned to see it.”
The old witch made flying movements with her hands as she spoke, her face filled with happiness.
“I still remember how surprised the king was when he saw this flying baby for the first time. He almost swallowed his golden crown in shock!”< br>
When the old witch said this, she burst into hearty laughter. The laughter was like the giggle of the naughty little villain back then, infecting everyone present and making the whole room filled with a strong atmosphere of joy.
Suddenly, a bitter cold like biting ice suddenly passed over Brian's back. It was a coldness that penetrated into the bone marrow, as if even his soul was frozen in mid-air.
He subconsciously tightened his collar, his heartbeat beating wildly in his chest like a drum, and an indescribable tension and fear intertwined in his heart.
He walked forward without hesitation, trying to get rid of the suffocating and depressing atmosphere, and quickly passed through this eerie old witch gathering area.
Because he could clearly feel that the old witches were filled with an ancient and mysterious atmosphere, mixed with the smell of herbs, spells and years, which made people shudder.
Those old witches were dressed in shabby robes, their faces were engraved with traces of time and unfathomable secrets. Their sharp eyes seemed to be able to see through everything, making Brian's steps become even faster.
Finally, he broke through the boundary of that area, and his eyes suddenly opened up. Although it was small, a particularly precious open space appeared in his sight.
This place is in sharp contrast to the previous gloom. The sun shines through the sparse leaves, and variegated light and shadow jump on the ground.
However, in this seemingly peaceful open land, a thick cloud of smoke and dust rose in the air. They slowly drifted away in the breeze, but they seemed to be telling what happened here not long ago. A thrilling event.
The traces of magic left on the ground and the fragments of broken magic weapons all indicate that a fatal magic accident just took place here. It was a fierce battle that may involve life and death, light and darkness. The showdown, at this moment, I can still feel the shock and terror of the aftermath.
But Brian didn't pay too much attention and started listening to other people's conversations again.
“You must understand, my old friend, that experiencing a transformation from a human to a dragon is definitely a profound transformation that is enough to subvert the soul and reshape existence!”
The female mage, wrapped in a dazzling pink and purple robe with mysterious charm, emphasized in a passionate and firm tone. Her voice echoed in the air, as if she was announcing to the world this fact that cannot be ignored.
The interlocutor opposite her was a mage with long hair as white as snow. His skin was a deep dark purple, which was even richer than the gorgeous robe on his companion.
Regarding this concept of transforming into a dragon, the other party showed a detached and slightly contemptuous expression, as if he had a unique perspective on this drastic change in life.
In the next scene, Brian was like a beam of light penetrating through the fog, passing directly between six half-elf warlocks with peerless looks and unique charms.
They are gathering together at this moment, with the light of wisdom shining under their lowered eyes, as if they are planning a grand plan related to fate. In this tightly closed circle of secrets, one of the highly vigilant half-elf warlocks suddenly noticed something and raised her head. When she saw that it was Brian, her tense nerves instantly relaxed. He smiled, like the spring breeze blowing on the frozen lake, revealing a hint of warmth and trust.
However, the remaining half-elf warlocks were not distracted by this. They continued to focus on the conspiracy at hand, without even looking at the intruder, and they were engrossed in weaving. A mysterious chapter that belongs to them.
Brian shook his head and walked quickly through the crowd, looking for traces of Elminster.
Soon, his powerful mental power captured the figure of the old mage.
I saw Elminster, like a sharp sword cutting through the thick silk, cutting a straight and firm road through the bustling crowd.
Every step he takes is full of strength and determination, yet still elegant and calm, as if time and space are extending under his feet, allowing him to move forward without any hindrance.
Although some people in the crowd tried to block or attract his attention, he did not slow down or stop at all. His aura that was not affected by external objects was like a constant Big Dipper, shining among the stars. Shining alone among the dots.
Finally, he stopped in front of a dense shade of trees under the majestic rock wall on the edge of the canyon.
The mottled light and shadow sway under the wind, like a vivid and mysterious picture.
Among these shadows dancing in the wind, the figure of a woman stands out.
This lady is slender and small, with a figure as graceful as a willow. Her existence is like a fairyland independent of the world, stunning and otherworldly.
At this moment, she was talking with five or six mages wearing gorgeous mage robes and with solemn faces. As they talked and laughed, their wisdom flowed and their spirits were high.
Brian's eyes were instantly attracted to her, and he saw the woman's slightly raised smile, which was like the first ray of light from the rising sun, warm but not dazzling.
Her black pupils were as deep as the night, shining with wisdom and tenacity, as if she could see into all the mysteries of the world.
The smooth black hair flows down like a waterfall, making the skin even more white as jade.
What is even more amazing is the exquisite dress on her body. The complex and exquisite patterns on her chest are like countless blooming flowers. Each one trembles gently in the breeze, sparkling like starlight weaving. The resulting sea of flowers not only shows the softness and beauty of women, but also implies the indescribable mysterious power and noble temperament.
The old mage Elminster stepped forward steadily and naturally blended into the lady's arms, greeting her in a familiar and affectionate way.
Brian, who was silently observing from the side, noticed that the eyes of the two mages were communicating passionately in each other's deep black pupils. Elminster's warm greeting was instantly greeted by the female mage with a deep expression. Deep kiss in response.
At this moment, the female mage's slender fingers went around Elminster's neck, gently combing his messy white hair, then gradually slid down, and finally pulled him tightly into her warm embrace, showing the two of them Incomparably intimate emotional connection.
Then, the surrounding phantoms and echoes were like time being tightly clamped by an extraordinary mysterious force. Time seemed to have stopped at this moment and fell into an abyss of stillness.
During this stagnant time, everything around him became so subtle and profound, as if the whole world was enveloped in an indescribable fantasy atmosphere.
The air is filled with a strange tension and expectation. Every tiny particle seems to be alive, quietly accumulating some indescribable energy in this frozen time and space.
(End of this chapter)