Chapter 746 745. Year of Fire

  The tower was still standing, but the flames had not yet been lit.

   Something was missing, Jost thought, something pure, fundamental, straight to the root.

There are three conditions for the existence of the magic net.

   The first is the agreement between the mage and the monster, which represents the contract and the oath, the law, the order, and the foundation of everything.

   The second is knowledge, the knowledge from the great beings, the old masters, and the ancient books, and the derived spells, which are the source of everything.

   Finally, it is the offering.

   Carrying pollution, consecrating oneself and sacrificing one's own offerings in eternal silence.

   This is a continuation of everything.

   At this moment, the players have signed an agreement, reached an agreement with the magic net, and the foundation has been established.

  Through Jost's ritual, those long-standing knowledge will also be poured into the magic web, becoming a spell that everyone can master, and the source has a long history.

   is only a sacrifice.

Once the three conditions are determined, Jost will immediately be able to materialize the magic net. On the land of the Kingdom of Night, all people will have the opportunity to access the magic net. In an instant, the flame of the torch will burn all over Here, light up the dark night sky.

   Since then, the Kingdom of Night will start a thousand-year-old history of struggle and sacrifice. Countless people will die because of this, and countless people will be born in this struggle, open their eyes and look at the world.

  The surging tide came, covering everything, destroying everything, and destroying the world. The monsters covered the sky and the sun, and even the air seemed to smell the smell of blood and fire.

  Jost stood at the top of the tower, the very top of the tower that gathered the blood of countless people, just to challenge the unreasonable god.

   He was able to overlook the world and witness the suffering and struggle of this foreign land.

   In front of you are terrifying beasts, and behind you are crumbling homes.

it's time.

   He thought that the answer was already known to him, but it took a lot of courage to make this decision.

   Because it is not just the sacrifice of one person, but will be the sacrifice of countless people from now on.

Jost can give his life at any time, in any form, just to save the world he loves, but he has no right to decide the dedication of others, and what Jost will do next is the ultimate arrogance, Because he will decide their fate for thousands of mages in the future.

   And Jost himself will be bound to this tower forever, witnessing all the sacrifices and deaths that follow, until the end of the world.

   At the last moment of his life, he could give up everything and die suddenly, no matter what the flood is after he dies.

   But he didn't do that.

  Jost stood at the top of the gray tower, the empty top of the tower.

   "Legend, those powerful mages can leave a curse on the world when they die."

   "The knowledge they carry goes beyond the limits of mortals. They sublime themselves, control the rules, and are even comparable to gods."

   "Therefore, when they fall, the most hated, most desperate, and most angry will will remain as a curse."

   "There are lakes that hold thousands of pollution, and even just seeing it is crazy enough."

   "There is an eternal storm, wild and raging, wiping out all living beings."

   "There are also towering towers that distort all the creatures around them, causing corruption to blossom and bear fruit."

   Jost's vision at this moment has transcended the present, from the emergence of civilization in this world to the distant future, he has a clear view.

  The nosebleed was quietly flowing, which was an omen that some kind of spell was about to be cast.

   "I, Jost, the first chief mage of the Grey Tower, before dying, what I want to leave is not a curse, but a hope."

  Beside him, a trace of current surged, and the swirling storm formed a huge and frantic vortex above his head, even the monsters were afraid of it.

  He looked up and stared at the crimson vortex, passing through the clouds, he looked at the red moon, and all the present, past, future in this world who tried to fight against the god.

   Then, he spoke.

"Agni the Burner, you once blessed thirteen principalities with your own power. In the face of the tide of magic, your brilliance was more blazing than the sun. At the last moment of your reason, you chose to sacrifice yourself and put the original sixteen The tide of Taoism has been reduced to fourteen, and the curse left by you is still lingering in the extreme north, which is the fire tornado that devours all things."

"Furaer, the unyielding flower, you developed and improved the drug to save the country that was on the verge of collapse from the great plague. Those enchanting flowers were once the most feared nightmare by the monsters. When you were walking on the earth, the white flowers once bloomed. The entire black forest is full, and even your fall is extremely poignant, that curse is the ever-growing scarlet thorns in the deepest part of the black forest, which continue to destroy monsters, as always for a hundred years."

"Jensen, the author of the question, the labyrinth spell you created still imprisons the lord of a magical tide. You are the first to show humans that those monsters are not invincible. Even if they are weak, humans can still use their wisdom to match them. , even after your fall, your curse has become a barrier that the monsters cannot break through."

   He said, traveling through time and space, and talking to the great mages who once walked on the earth.

  The most desperate, extreme, most grief-stricken curses poured into his brain along with a huge amount of knowledge that could obliterate his will.

   "All the mages in this world, I, Jost, hereby make an oath with you."

  The rays of light intertwined, forming a huge net, and in the middle of the net was him.

   "I promise you that as long as you are willing to stretch out your hand, then I will always answer your prayers."

   In the void, countless illusory hands stretched out towards him, either firm, or panicked, or eager, or angry, and prayers that contained countless emotions flowed into his consciousness along the great net of light intertwined.

The first handshake is the last prayer in despair, the ravings of struggle in times of pain, the roaring roar of anger, no matter what, it represents a will, that is to believe in the existence of hope and try to get closer to it .

   In an instant, a lot of blood flowed out of Jost's eyes, nose, mouth, and ears, his skin flushed red, and white smoke came out, and some kind of blazing flame would rise from under the skin.

  Emotion and will are far more tormenting than knowledge. His eyes are only crimson, and the whole person is about to strip away the last humanity and become a mark, an indelible existence.

  So, Jost extended his hand towards those prayers without any hesitation.

   The second handshake, this is the answer of not betraying, not betrayal, and not ignoring anyone.

Jost has endured the pollution brought about by all knowledge, and those huge curses have turned into entities and flowed into his body. Through this action, the will of the archmages who have been proud of the Kingdom of Night throughout the ages has passed through the invisible giant. Networks converge.

  Some people sneered, some were in tears, some were confused, and some were smug, but all the wills reached out to him without hesitation.

They all know that choosing Jost is equivalent to putting themselves in a cage, and their will will be imprinted on the magic net forever. From now on, countless mages will pray to them, and those Knowledge from other lands will also be imprinted in their brains through the Leyline, along with pollution.

   They will carry all the pollution for the entire night kingdom, forever.

   Even so, they chose Jost.

   As if he had chosen hope.

The moment    two hands are held together, the spell is about to be constructed.

   "Pray."

   spelled out the word with the last of his strength, and he was enveloped in pale flames.

  The flame was weak, swaying, and in the gust of wind, it seemed to be extinguished in the next second.

   Shia quickly realized what he was going to do, she closed her eyes immediately, and began to pray towards the gray tower as if she were praying to the gods for the gift of magic every day at 0:00.

   Seeing this scene, Drizzt also closed his eyes.

   More people began to pray.

  A player who used to fight monsters in the flowers while naked.

   A player who harvests in the wheat field and looks at the golden wheat waves.

   Fight against iron lizards, build fortresses, learn magic, players who live in the realm of the night.

  The townspeople who were dominated by fear, the mages who stubbornly resisted, the audience from another world watching the live broadcast in front of the computer.

   All began to pray.

  Magic is the power of idealism.

  A powerful mage must have a strong will.

   And the most powerful spells will inevitably carry the most steadfast prayers.

  The countless, layered, majestic tsunami-like prayers converged on the gray tower along the gradually fading network.

   Willing to bear such a fate, willing to turn it into firewood, ignite oneself, and illuminate the will of this dark world.

   That is a promise, a contract, an oath.

  In this darkest moment of deepest, most hopeless, most painful, they choose to believe in hope.

   This is the third handshake.

   As a result, the construction of the largest-scale spell in the Kingdom of Night has been completed.

  The pale flame above the gray tower was burning in an instant, and the light penetrated the clouds, the crowd, and the dense monsters.

   Shia finally understood why this year was called the "Year of Burning Fire" in the history of the Kingdom of Night.

  From this moment on, magic is no longer a flower that is shelved, but a force that everyone can touch.

   From this moment on, monsters are no longer an incomparable despair, but an enemy that can contend with a mortal body.

  From now on, in the sky of the Kingdom of Night, the shining lights are no longer stars, but mage after mage.

  From this moment on, the Kingdom of Night will fall into a thousand years of hard fighting and struggle, but the people who have suffered from hardships and hardships, those who are hard-working, brave and self-improving, have never said the word surrender.

  Because from this moment on, the horn of resistance has been blown, and human beings have ignited their own civilization with their own hands.

   In the blazing torch like a heartbeat, Jost's voice penetrated space and time, and came to the ear of the culprit.

   he said, **** god!

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