The wind was raging, and the chaotic airflow whipped hard like a whip.

When a big tree with two palms at the port was whipped into two sections by a "wind whip", Chen Ang stood beside him, and the branches wrapped in the wind were like strong arrows, enough to penetrate two layers of chain mail. In such weather, going out became a very dangerous thing. The deep water city was empty like a ghost.

For the citizens here, the safe underground world was baptized by unknown forces and was being rebuilt. In a short period of time, they dare not risk their lives to test. The earth world was ravaged by strong winds, and the believers of the God of Disaster also had wind elements that belonged to him, strange monsters, supporting the strong winds to attack everywhere and spreading fear.

Everything seemed very calm, but some of the things Chen Ang needed were fermenting in this calm situation!

"Since that night, everything has become very wrong, I can feel an undercurrent surging around me, some young children, who were promising, but now something else is stained with their eyes! Ambition and desire..."

Standing at the former position of Piergaren, Kelben Black Staff looked at the raging wind element in the sky, talking to the great sage who came from afar, Ilminster, who was also a voter of the magic goddess Misterla. Ilminster shook his head and said, "The ambition of children is not a bad thing. Old friend, who did not make mistakes when he was young? Who did not make mistakes when he was young? Ambition is the pride of young people..."

"But some mistakes are irreversible, and young people are more susceptible to temptations! Once they make mistakes, they will go further and further on the wrong path. We should guide them correctly, rather than sit back and wait for them to fall into the darkness..." He sighed for a moment of silence, "Three children have deviated from their oath and committed the big mistake of murder."

"Old friend, we can't do it! The road to goodness is too twists and turns, but the temptation of evil is at hand." Ilminster took a deep breath and sighed: "Impulsiveness is a mistake that every young man makes. You can't make them like us. Persist in goodness and love, equality and understanding. They cannot regard suffering as pearls, torture as wealth, and cannot recognize what is really important to them!"

"They naively believe in justice and seek it from the outside world, but we all know that justice in our hearts does not exist with Feren. From the Gate of Bode to the Deep Water City, from Am to the Valley of Ice Wind. Fairness and justice never exist! But the belief and persistence in justice are the most precious..."

"Do you still recognize the man in black?" Kelben asked with wide eyes.

"I felt that trembling coldness from three months ago. At that time, I thought it was an illusion. Until a few days ago, I heard the abyss trembling and the gods crying. At that time, the sound of primitive magic echoed in my ears, and the hymns of evil origin. Until the end, the whole world echoed that name..."

His eyes wandered for a moment and murmured: "That unspeakable name!"

"Please allow me to call him Milkor by the name of the god on the Black Staff Tower!" Ilminster smiled, looking at the weak Kelben Black Staff tortured by the shadow of fear, and blinked at him, "That's right, Milkor! Have you forgotten it old friend? It's here, you let death practice itself. The God of the Dead. Become a lonely ghost..."

Ilminster laughed as he spoke. Kelben was stunned and laughed loudly. They seemed to have returned to the period of the Saint Calamity, that thrilling adventure. At that time, they and Midnight and Kelanwo, together in the Deep Water City, sent Milkor, the God of Death. That was the adventure that made them famous all over the world!

"Haha! Old friend, I almost forgot that past event..." Celtic swept away the gloomy and fear of his life. His memories when he was young made him energetic and blushed on his face. They sang together the works of the bard sang the great history of the minstrel, and the epic of the magic goddess Midnight and the god of death Walker Lanwo.

Walk with God!

The pleasant singing allowed Celtic to get rid of the shadow that had been covering him: "Old friend! After contacting you, I went to peek at that name without authorization."

Ilminster's serious shook his head: "Recklessness is not a good habit of the wizard, my old friend! You should not try to peek at this evil and powerful existence. His name is the king of darkness, and his name is the evil lord. Those who peek at Him will be cursed! Carefulness is the most important persistence for us to protect ourselves."

"Yes, Darth Milkor! I shouldn't try to spy on Him!"

Celtic said, as if there was a hint of shame, "Darth, the dark side of the universe. I have never looked at such a pure darkness, the rich pure black, which made my silver fire dying. I tried to peek at the deeper side of the name, but I felt a lot of evil and powerful souls..."

"They represent this name, and use blood and power to impress the name. Many of them are extremely evil, and their wisdom and strength make me feel small and ridiculous. When I touch the deeper darkness they represent, Ilminster, my soul is tortured by it..."

"The crazy thoughts in my mind made me sleep all night. I was chaotic and indescribable during that period. I was sure that I fell into a deeper abyss than the abyss. A monster named Darth Celtic was in my body. What made me most mentally painful was that I despise the gods, they were despicable and ignorant..."

"I think I have touched the great existence of this universe. This world tells me that He is called the Force!" Celtic curled up, looking old and tired. "I have my soul fight against its inspiration. Every day when I wake up, my soul is covered with wounds."

"Everything is over, Celtic!" Ilminster hugged him, his voice was hoarse but the power in his words was extremely warm. He comforted his poor old friend and said, "The goddess still favors you and protects you under His glory."

"But I feel scared, old friend!" Celtic murmured, "The Force is like my mother..." He buried his head in his arms, not wanting to hear Ilminster's explanation: "I'm hesitating, if the gods are shallow, where will my soul convert? On my craziest days, the gods make me sick!"

Ilminster could feel that torture and anxiety, because truth is sometimes more terrible than blasphemy. The reason why the wizards find it difficult to be pious to the gods is simply because of a truth-seeking heart. For the gods, revealing their truth is more sinful than blasphemy, because the former makes them angry, while the latter makes them afraid.

It was a master who played with human nature. The old master took a few sips of tobacco to warm himself to dispel the lingering chill. The man in black robe, or Milkor, could always grasp the most vulnerable part of human nature. He knew very well that lies and deception could only last for a while, while truth could change a person forever.

Letting a man know the truth that he shouldn't know is more terrible than deceiving him, Ilminster knows very well how that kind of truth can destroy a man. Just as the city guards who are merciless, ruled, and exploited know the truth of the nobles and the council. They must understand their situation and their deception.

The fact is that they have no future, or most of them have no future, serving, surviving danger and war, and finally retire as a pillar of a moderately wealthy family to support a warm little home. Young people cannot accept the future without a future, and they do not understand the preciousness of dullness and warmth.

Ilminster was willing to trade it with all his own. But he also knew that the young men were relentlessly looking at it, chasing power, wealth, prestige and dignity, and they were eager to be the best. But the truth was, it was impossible!

Merchants, nobles, guilds and councils, it is impossible for those who have stood there to give up their place.

This is the truth they shouldn't know. It will surely arouse ambitions they shouldn't have, and then be angry about injustice, suppression and frame-up. In the end, this anger of pursuing fairness and justice will burn everything.

Those smart young men, those children who were instilled with conspiracy and power by Milkor, will use this evil weapon to pursue their dreams and ambitions. Ilminster feels sad for this. There will be no winner in this game of throne, and the hypocritical justice revealed by Milkor will eventually destroy these children.

Together with Deep Water City.

Ilminster held the bronze ring in his palm tightly, and he was a little scared. It was precisely because of this fear that he could keep his vigilance about the ring.

"How did you finally get rid of these crazy visions?" Ilminster looked back at the silent Celtic Black Staff.

Celtic raised his head, shook his head with a wry smile, "Ring!"

"What did you say?" Ilminster quickly walked up to him and asked slightly serious.

"It's a ring! Nineteen rings!" Celtic sang: "The elves in the world cast three rings, the dwarfs under the ground get seven rings, the mortals keep nine rings, the shadows of the demon realm are hidden, and the dark king sits with the supreme ring."

"You are wrong, Black Staff, you are very wrong!" Ilminster warned: "Give it to me!"

"It's not here with me..." Celtic shook his head.

"Give it to me!" Ilminster shouted loudly: "Please give me the ring in the name of the goddess!"

"I can't do it!" Celtic also responded angrily. He quickly realized his loss of composure. He was silent for a moment and said softly to Ilminster: "I feel its control over me, but I can't live without it. I need it to protect me and fight against Darth Celtic. That ring has magic..."

"So I told you that night, I told you that night of the Deepwater City crisis, when I was briefly awake, I discarded it, threw it into the deep sea, right downstream of the port, and let the wind and waves swallow it."

"I hope what you said is true!" Ilminster said seriously: "But you have to tell me, what is the purpose of the person who came to me today who is extremely scared? Is it Darth?"

"No, it's an eye!"
Chapter completed!