mijobooks Chapter 542 Soul Power, Mysterious Prophecy
Chapter 542 Soul Power, Mysterious Prophecy
Amidst the noisy discussion, the man slowly opened his eyes.
He found himself lying on the bed, surrounded by rows of iron counters, on which were placed a variety of utensils and medicinal materials, as well as a pile of bottles and jars, test tubes and glass bottles.
On the side, a hot witch was looking at him, her eyebrows raised slightly, "What's your name?"
The man subconsciously replied: "McLean Melvin."
"Why did you faint?" asked the witch.
"Because there is a little change in my body." The man couldn't help smiling wryly when he remembered what happened to own.
In a way, he has become a monster.
The witch frowned, looking worried and irritable: "I can't help you... If you don't mind, you need to be examined. I know that there are many miracles in my Realm. For example, I can make your soul change Get healthy, like..."
The man immediately stopped him and said, "Please don't waste Precious's potion. I still have time. After I recover, I will see you for medical treatment."
The witch seemed to think it was reasonable, so she nodded: "I believe you will come. You are a brave child. I hope that one day in the future, you will be able to stand at the pinnacle of Azeroth and be admired by others."
The man nods.
"Bless you, child," said the witch, and left the room.
The room was quiet, and he was the only one left sitting there, staring blankly at the ceiling.
After a long time, a crystal teardrop rolled down the corner of his eye, hit the floor, and disappeared.
He lowered his head, looked at the wooden box in his hand, and muttered to himself.
"I once dreamed of an ancient tower. The statue of the Goddess of Light is enshrined in the tower, and there are vivid pictures on the walls of each floor.
I used to think that the sculpture of the Goddess of Light should be enshrined in this tower. But now it seems that those should be prophecies or Legendary left by a certain sage, and that sage seems to be a powerful knight. "
He picked up the wooden box in his hand and stroked it gently, with emotion and nostalgia flowing in his eyes.
"My father used to be a powerful knight, he used to protect the country of Al."
"But during the great war three years ago, he was surrounded by a group of crazy ghouls and trapped underground.
Then I heard by accident that the group of crazy ghouls attacked the villages in the country of Al, slaughtered all humans and orcs, and ate the souls of all humans and orcs...
I don't want to believe this is true. I insisted on looking for the sage, but there was no clue, so I could only hide here with my mother and Little Sister.
I wanted to go back to that country again, but was hunted down by ghouls and had to flee in embarrassment.
Until today... I saw that old tower again, and I guess this is my hometown..."
"Who are you talking to?"
Suddenly, a cold voice sounded from behind the man.
The man was startled and turned around quickly.
In the dim light, a beautiful, delicate, elegant and dignified blond girl stood by the window.
The girl was wearing a snow-white and gorgeous long dress with a light purple pattern embroidered on her chest, a red rope was wrapped around her waist, and two gemstones hung down to set off her slender figure.
All of this looks so luxurious and beautiful.
The man suddenly held his breath, his eyes widened, and he was at a loss.
"Are you talking to me?" he repeated grumblingly.
"Yes." The girl replied calmly.
"...Who are you? Who are you?" The man couldn't help asking.
"I'm Elisa Windfeet," said the girl. "Who were you talking to just now? Is that the tower? Does it still exist?"
The man was in a daze for a moment, then hesitated and said, "Tower?"
"Yes, that tower! Did you see it too? It's right behind you!"
The girl said excitedly, "Have you seen those mysterious symbols? Do you know what they mean? What do they represent?"
There was a look of struggle on the man's face, "Sorry...I..."
"Do you know what they mean? Tell me quickly." The girl looked at him expectantly, "Aren't you also trapped here? You must have a way to get out of here, right?"
"I……"
"Please, tell me..." the girl begged, "As long as you tell me the matter, you can ask for anything!"
Her eyes are shining and pure, full of the light of longing for freedom.
Her sincere appearance touched the softest part of the man's heart, making him hesitate for a moment before speaking the real answer.
"They are called [prophecies], and they are used to predict the future. I remembered something, and I confirmed that we are from the same world..."
He paused, and continued: "We all came here from another world, and then entered that ancient tower.
I came out of the tower at the beginning, and then somehow became an undead Mage..."
"What tower, what prophecy?" the witch asked curiously.
"An ancient castle..."
"An ancient castle? Is it a holy mountain?" The girl said in surprise, "You said we came from the holy mountain?"
"It's not a holy mountain..."
"Where is that?" The witch became more and more confused.
The man fell silent.
His eyes drifted out of the window, lost in thought.
A vague image appeared in his mind——
Overcast.
It rained cats and dogs.
In the rainstorm, a huge army is approaching the town.
Cavalry, Infantry, Archer, Mage...all kinds of equipments draw dazzling trajectories in the rain.
They raised their weapons and charged towards the city; the residents in the city fled in a hurry; the city gates were closed, and the guards fought to the death; blood spattered, it was very tragic...
Suddenly, a black mist poured into the town, enveloped the city, and swallowed all the sounds.
The whole town instantly became dead silent, without any sound.
His pupils constricted, his whole body was cold and stiff, fear almost overwhelmed him, making him tremble continuously, unable to resist.
At this time, a familiar voice sounded in his ear, low and hoarse, as if from ancient times.
"You see the future, don't you?"
"ah!"
The man suddenly came back to his senses, panting violently, fine beads of sweat dripped from his forehead.
He raised his head and looked around blankly, seeing the pitch-black roof, the dim fireplace, and the black mist floating in the air...
He didn't understand why he woke up in this strange environment.
At this moment, an old hoarse voice suddenly sounded.
"You're awake."
He turned to look.
The old and ugly face came into view, and it was looking at him kindly.
The man was stunned, not understanding why a monster who had been dead for a thousand years was still alive.
He subconsciously moved back and looked at it vigilantly.