The rolling snow-white mountains are wild and wild, the icy clouds travel through the endless ice and snow, and the cold night mountain range whistle north wind, as always.

　　 The cemetery of the ancestors of the Cold Valley tribe, where generations of emulators rest in peace, and the tombstones are covered with snow and ice.

　　 A burly man in black stood silently in front of the cemetery. He had been standing for a long time, and a mage wearing a metal mask was waiting respectfully behind him.

　　 If Ivo is here, he can recognize him, this man in black is a "black lion" who calls himself another tribe of simulacians.

　　 "How many years have you followed me?" The black lion murmured, with a complicated tone.

　　 Fanu whispered: "Sixty-five years."

　　 "You hate me in your heart."

　　 Fanu lowered his head deeply without saying a word.

　　 How can I not hate it, I have lost sixty-five years of freedom.

　　 The black lion laughed at himself and said lightly: "Don't worry, you will be free soon."

In the wind and snow, the rickety figure of the village chief of the Cold Valley came from afar, and saw the black lion. There was no surprise on his wrinkled face. It seemed that he had known that the black lion would appear here. What Wo said was ignorant of another tribe of mockers.

　　 "Patriarch." The black lion nodded slightly.

　　 The village chief stood side by side with him on crutches, looking at the ancestor’s cemetery with complicated eyes, "Your time has come?"

　　 The black lion clicked on his temple, "The fire of my soul is almost extinguished, and the third curse is about to take my life."

　　 "I will prepare a cemetery for you." The village chief sighed.

　　 Black Lion shook his head, "No need."

　　 The village chief glanced at him deeply, "What do you want to do?"

　　 "I gave up, this nightmarish destiny may be wrong at all." The black lion said in a sad tone.

　　 "The dawn has appeared. After so many years of persistence, do you want to give up before dawn?" The village chief frowned.

　　 "Only Ivo is the dawn of hope," Black Lion laughed at himself, "Look at us, you are not qualified to call yourself a race. What you do to my brother, I understand you, but I will never forgive you."

　　 "Are you trying to challenge me..." The village chief said in awe, "Halton?"

The black lion shook his head, "Grey Ganguo's method of staying saved the race, but he may not be well-intentioned, Patriarch, I don’t regret being a simulacrum, I don’t regret bearing this hatred, I don’t regret giving my life to you. , My only hope is to leave a future salary for the race."

"Ruling all races, that is the future we should have." The village head straightened his back, no longer like that kind and decayed old man. His figure was so tall that he could pierce the sky, like a wild ancient beast. It was inadvertently exuding, just showing a trace of breath, and the Fa slave on the side was so shocked that he collapsed to the ground, his eyes in disbelief.

　　 "This, this kind of breath...high, high..." Fanu muttered to himself in a daze.

The black lion smiled bitterly, and suddenly made an astonishing move. His fingers were like a hook, and he even took out his heart. The hot blood pumped out was like a fountain. His face was suddenly pale, and relying on the powerful vitality, he did not die immediately, but It's almost there.

　　 "Are you crazy?!" The village chief yelled and hurriedly supported the crumbling black lion. The Fa slave on the side seemed to empathize with him.

　　 The exposed heart is connected to dense blood vessels, and it is still beating vigorously. The black lion tremblingly handed the heart to the village chief, hoarsely said: "Patriarch, this is my last dedication..."

"Is this how you gave up?!" The village chief looked furious, and hurriedly took out a black crystal ball from his arms and stuck it on the black lion's forehead, staring impatiently at the inside of the black crystal ball, as if waiting anxiously. The occurrence of certain visions.

　　 "Don't bother," Black Lion said weakly, "I won't go in."

　　 The village chief's face twitched, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Are you leaving me too?!"

　　 "Patriarch, I only have one last request," the black lion breathed more and more rapidly, "give...give him a chance, Ivo is...the only..."

　　 The village chief's face was blue, and the corners of his eyes and brows were beating with cold anger, "Impossible!"

"I... knew it." Black Lion gave a bitter smile. He knew the patriarch too much. Fortunately, he had left behind. That kid should have seen "Greganguo's Alchemy Code". No one in the tribe knew the pin in Ivo's mind.

　　 "How can the impersonator repeat the mistakes of history? The future of the ethnic group is left to you, the only... descendant!"

　　 The black lion closed his eyes and the breath of life dissipated. At the moment of his death, Fanu's seven orifices were bleeding, and his eyes full of hatred stared at the black lion's corpse, "So this is the relief you said..."

　　 Before he finished speaking, Fanu was also dead.

　　The black crystal ball attached to the black lion's forehead remained unchanged. The village chief silently put away the crystal ball, closed the black lion's eyes, and said lightly: "Halton, death is a cowardly escape, I look down on you."

　　 After all, the village head swallowed the black lion's heart, acting skillfully and naturally, as if he was accustomed to it.

The village chief’s breath became stronger, he stomped the ground, and a dirt pit appeared in front of him. He threw the black lion’s body into it, covered it with dirt, and cut a stone into a tombstone, quickly completing a simple tomb. .

　　 "Shadow." The village chief called into the clearing.

　　 A shadow changed from faint to thick and appeared out of thin air. It was Uncle Heipao Ying. He glanced at the tombstone of the black lion and said faintly: "Death is really awkward."

　　 "It's just a coward." The village chief said indifferently, "Bring Ivo back."

　　 Uncle Shadow said indifferently, "You don't need to tell Haryken?"

　　 "Huh, a waste person," the village chief said coldly, "I want him to watch his son change with his own eyes!"

　　 "I see." Uncle Ying disappeared.

　　……

　　 Geng Lei's face is weird, and Ivo has been in a daze with this book, which doesn’t know any language. Can I understand this book?

　　 "Mr. Ivo, you...understand?"

　　 Ivo hurriedly restrained his thoughts, endured the shock, pretending to be calm, and said, "I'm trying to see if I can understand it."

　　 "So what's the result?"

"I don't understand." With great perseverance, Ivo resisted the desire to continue reading, and calmly tucked the "Greganguo's Alchemy Notes" back to the bookshelf, and took out another book written in Dragon Language. Reading like this, he pretended to say casually: "Geng Lei, I'm fine for the time being, don't you still need to check the information, just go and leave me alone."

　　 "Well, please do it yourself." Geng Lei left reluctantly. He still wanted to get close to Ivoduo again, at least to ask what the amount of funding was.

　　 Seeing Geng Lei's departure, Ivo hurriedly took out "Greganguo's Alchemy Code".

　　 [Unable to reproduce] and [Young and fragile] left doubts in his heart~lightnovelpub.net~ Temporarily unanswerable questions, Ivo can only keep it in the bottom of my heart and continue to look down.

"The power of the Supreme Master, Terra Di, and the Nine Pagodas, the curse left by them is close to the rules. For me, [Elemental Disgust] is the most terrible curse. I felt the magic power go violently, and my body became Riddled with holes.

　　 How noble the life of the Supreme Master is, but because he was afraid of our potential and worried about our future revenge, he gave his life and died with us.

　　The determination of other races to destroy us is extremely firm!

　　 Our broken mana can't compete with this crazy power.

　　 The first mage fell, only half an hour after the curse took effect.

　　 One after another mage died. One day later, hundreds of simulacrum mages all died violently. We can't resist this terrible curse.

　　The fire of my life is about to go out. "

　　 Ivo finally knows the identity of the "sage", and he is the strongest mage among the simulacrums.

　　Sure enough, before being cursed, the Simulator had many mages.

　　 But the sacrifice of the Supreme Mage, the century-old mana of Terra, and the energy of the nine towers made the curse indestructible.

　　 So, the mage of the simulacrum, became the dust of history.

　　 The loser dies.

　　 (To be continued.)