Chapter 560 Good morning, Witch King
Like a drop of hot water on an ice cube, the stimulated ice layer cracks.
Spider web-like cracks are covered with transparent ice.
The person inside moved his eyelids slightly.
A long sleep ushers in the time to wake up.
Through the cracks, the outside air blows inside, and the smell in the cracks is fascinating.
He slowly opened his eyes.
Basil is educating the owl on what to feel.
It passed over the wizard city.
Riddle's eyes were fixed there.
Lively Tom squatted under the throne.
"call……"
The sound of breathing spreads outside through the ice.
The ice cubes seemed to fall into the lake and melted quickly.
Dry clothes, eyes open for the first time in a long time.
The sun on the magic tower was shining brightly at this moment.
The wizards felt happy from the bottom of their hearts. They didn't know why, but everyone laughed from the bottom of their hearts.
It was a long, heavy move.
Stiff fingers, blood begins to flow.
The ice crystals on the eyelashes trembled and fell.
Stars sparkle.
Subtle changes spread to every wizard.
From a perspective of the universe that humans cannot see.
The earth twinkled.
All magical beings in the universe looked up at the stars and saw twinkles.
In Vanaheim, the towers of seagulls flashed at the same frequency as if they were echoing.
Odyssey In the palace, the era of magical decadence has brought this great country to an unprecedented downturn.
Magic is in decline, and talent dies in wars.
There are no inheritors of those magics.
The once proud Odyssey now laments the change of times every day.
He looked up, and a sliver of starlight came into his eyes.
The expression on his face changes.
His eyes gradually widened, and he saw the stars twinkling at night in Vanaheim.
The light in the sky echoes the sacred flock of seagulls.
The legendary magic that was burned into the flock of seagulls all reappeared at this moment.
The instructors from the Magic Academy walked out, bowing their heads piously.
This moment is the universe's admiration for magic.
They looked at the star in the distance, echoing the origin of magic.
The ancient Vanir clan, the natural elves of Alfheim.
For the first time, Niflheim saw the twinkling stars through the fog that could not be dispersed.
Muspelheim lost its king, and the fire element gave birth to a new life, a giant dragon, which became the new kingship that succeeded Surtur.
The young frost giant climbing the ice peak in Jotunheim looked up at the universe, and he roared to the sky like he was venting his anger.
The sound shook the fragile snow, turning into an avalanche and pushing the boulders standing on the mountain to roll down.
The tribe at the foot of the mountain is occupied by strong frost giants, who exploit and enjoy the services of the females and slaves here.
Shocking avalanches and falling rocks buried the ruler.
The frost giants who escaped the disaster struggled to crawl out of the snow. They saw the young frost giant holding a frozen ice pick and stabbing it into the chest of the immobile leader.
The blood sprayed, making everyone fear the young man.
It also means that a new ruler is born.
The names of Ice Roar and Ice Pick Assassination spread from this tribe, spreading like a plague across this divided kingdom.
The universe is being annihilated and reborn every second.
The existence of the kingdom is just a stone thrown in the long river of the universe. The water splashing at the moment of falling is the process from jumping out to falling.
The magic flicker lasts no more than a second.
Too brief to be noticed.
But that second was the second that made the universe sing the praises of magic.
The white owl flies into the magic tower.
The black owl stretches its neck.
Star spirits all over the world stopped playing, and they were waiting quietly for the awakening of their Creator.
Finally, finally in the long silence.
The sound of breathing was drowned out.
A glimmer of light shone in his reddish-brown eyes.
The furry touch nestles in the palm of your hand.
The corners of his mouth rose slightly.
"Yeah, what a long-lost feeling."
It was a long sigh from time immemorial.
The eternal freeze ends at this moment.
What greets the awakening is not the sword and the wand, but the companions who accompany him.
He looked to his left hand, where the wand was gone.
Instead, there was a fluffy puppy looking at him with round eyes.
He smiled and said, "Tom."
Hearing this call, Tom did a backflip with joy and circled around the throne.
He looked to both sides again.
The owl stand has not changed at all, and the black and white owl stands on it seemingly coldly.
He raised his hand.
Unable to hold back, the owl flew off the owl stand and flew over to stay on his throne.
It was the fingers on Basil's head.
Basil naturally narrowed his eyes and enjoyed it.
Riddle is relatively restrained, but his small steps and eager movements have betrayed his heart.
The barking sound echoed in the Magic Tower.
At this moment, the Magic Tower, which had been dark for many years, ushered in a different kind of joy.
"Basil, you're getting fat."
Basil's squinted eyes suddenly opened.
The Witch King gestured with his hand, "I remember you used to be smaller than this."
Basil turned his head away, it was too hairy!
But Basil couldn't bear to leave. The Witch King's hand caressed him, which was the comfort he had longed for.
The early morning light makes one squint comfortably.
The Witch King placed his hands on the throne, and he exerted little pressure.
Like an old man, he slowly left the throne.
After he left the throne, countless messages poured in.
He was not in a hurry to digest it and walked to the only platform where the light came in.
He looked down upon the Wizarding City from the Magic Tower.
The population of the prosperous wizard city increased tenfold.
Young faces, familiar faces, disappearing faces.
Each one appeared in his eyes.
He slowly closed his eyes, and Basil and Riddle flew out of the magic tower.
They rarely leave together, but this time, as the eyes of the Witch King, they let the Witch King see the changes in this world.
New society, new era.
Superheroes and supervillains.
The chaos and annihilation that hovers beyond the world is reborn.
A golden skeleton sunk at the bottom of the ocean.
The great king leads the people of Wakanda to rebuild the land destroyed by war.
Ambitious politicians cast greedy eyes at the top spot.
Online ride-hailing drivers drive away from the bustling city to start a new life.
The boy on the plane stared blankly at the owl flying faster than the plane.
Everything.
Everything about the new world.
Everything while sleeping.
He saw that the protoss was cheering.
He saw wizards and Muggle neighbors arguing over the lawn.
He saw Penelo speaking at the United Nations.
He saw the man sitting on the rocks in the flower field on the isolated island in the sea. The old man used flowers as tokens to write a letter.
He saw the shadows under the tower and the people in the lonely seats, looking forward to the arrival of the phoenix feathers day after day.
He saw that righteous superheroes fight crime.
He saw the mysterious mage buying ice cream.
He saw that the evil villain was plotting something.
He saw...
My father began to gain weight and his brown hair was no longer as thick.
My mother looked elegant and dignified, but there were also wrinkles at the corners of her eyes.
Ariana grew from a little girl to a big girl.
Three little bears are sitting together.
The doorbell rings and they reunite with their owners.
The girls smiled and talked about their besties' love affairs.
