Darkness, darkness all around, absolute darkness. Vincent opened his eyes vigorously, but all

he could see was darkness.

It was a darkness that even the discerning eye could not see through.

The mage felt that he was standing on a vast plain. He could feel the soft grass beneath his

feet, but when he looked down, all he could see was darkness.

"Where in the world is this? Vincent crouched down and tried to touch the ground with his

hands. His body wobbles and he falls to his right.

The Master rubbed his sore right shoulder, but unexpectedly felt a hand, it was a strong hand

- it was a left hand, his long overdue left hand. Vincent, who had grown accustomed to the

heavy gold prosthesis on his left side, was now struggling with the old arm.

Vincent found this place more and more strange. First of all, it was so dark that he could no

longer see anything, and then his left hand was able to reappear.

'Is there anyone here? 'Vincent shouted. There was no one to answer him, not even a reply.

'What an empty place,' he said. The mage said to himself. He got up and began to walk in

one direction. He could not tell the difference between the black here and the black there,

and he had no way of knowing whether he was walking in a straight line or a circle. All he did

was put his left foot in front of his right foot, and then his right foot in front of his left foot,

making mechanical strides.

He believed that there was no hope of staying where he was, wherever it was, and that he

had to move.

The darkness was still around him.

Dero and Mark, on the other hand, look at Vincent, who is still unconscious. The only thing

they can think of now is to pour a lot of healing potion into Vincent's mouth.

A soft white light slowly appeared on the mage's body, his skin, which had been red from the

baking, slowly returned to its normal color, and his lips, which were blue and purple, were no

longer dry and cracked. But the sorcerer remained unconscious.

"HardyHardy! What shall we do?" Mark tugged anxiously at the soldier's sleeve, two big tears

rolling in his eyes.

"The wound should heal, but Vincent needs to cool down. We'll need plenty of water! ' Hardy

looked round. "Quick, come with me!" He put Vincent on his shoulders and climbed up to the

rock wall on the shore.

'Where are you going? Is this really going to help? ' Mark wiped the tears from his eyes, picked

up the things on the floor and followed quickly.

'Look up! Hardy pointed his finger at the ceiling as he grabbed a crack in the rock and quickly

climbed upward.

Mark looked up and saw several crystal ice picks hanging upside down at the top of the redhot cave.

Vincent is still walking slowly in the darkness, feeling the soft touch of the grass under his feet

and the breeze coming from him.

"Wind? Where's the wind? ' Vincent could not help wondering. Where there had been nothing

but darkness before, how could there be a little wind blowing now? After a little thought,

Vincent decided not to go in the direction of the wind. He still kept his left foot on top of his

right foot and walked slowly towards the front he thought he was in.

The wind grew stronger and stronger, making the monk's robes rattle. It was the first sound

Vincent had ever heard, besides talking to himself.

Gradually, the grass under his feet began to slope upward, and the ground began to become

a little slippery, and the grass seemed to be covered with dew, and it would feel cool in the

heart of the hand. Vincent began to climb the steeper hill with difficulty, on his hands and

feet.

Drow and Mark finally climbed the steep side of the mountain. In front of them was a wide

platform. The ground was covered with a thin layer of frost. The farther away from the lava

river, the thicker the frost, and gradually the frost turned to snow, and the snow turned to ice.

Behind the block, a frozen channel opened up before them. Beneath the solid block, walls of

stones of all colours were still firmly frozen: pale blue crystals clinging to some black stones,

which were magnetic black iron; Gray-green was hard lapis lazuli, tangled with red hematite

in a strange but letter-like pattern; Gray shale and brown marble form the background for

the motifs on the walls.

Mark picked up a handful of frost from the ground and sprinkled it on Vincent's face. There

was only a puff of steam, and the frost quickly dissipated into the air without ever reaching

the mage's face.

Surprised, Hardy touched the mage's skin with his hand, but did not feel any abnormal

temperature. Vincent's skin was as hot as a normal person's. Mark grabbed another handful

of snow and tried to rub it on Vincent's forehead, but the handful, like the frost before it,

dissipated without touching it.

The dwarf took another handful of snow and rubbed it on his face. He could feel the cold

snow on his face. The snow did not go away.

Hardy could not figure out what was going on, and he did not want to think too hard about

the mystery. Since the snow would melt, Vincent still had a lot of heat in his body. So he lifted

the mage's body and walked deeper into the tunnel.

When Vincent finally reached the top of the hill, he straightened up, breathed softly, and

rubbed his sore muscles.

A sudden gust of cold wind nearly sent the monk back down the hill. With this cold wind, the

darkness of the horizon was suddenly blown away. Vincent rubbed his eyes hard and looked

again at the grey world that had emerged.

It was a colorless world. The horizon in front of him was absolutely white, while the world

behind him was still pitch black. He looked down at his hands and feet. They were a mixture

of black and white.

Down the hill in front of him were five gray steel cages. In four of them something seemed to

glisten white.

He ran down quickly and stood in front of the five cages. Then he could see that inside the

cages were four books. The doors of the first two cages were ajar, and he could reach out

and take out the volumes inside. As soon as he got the first book, a red ball of fire appeared

in the sky of this world, and its heat slowly dissipated the cold from Vincent's body.

Vincent took out the second book, and the whole world suddenly returned to color: a few

white clouds drifted across the blue sky, green grass covered the yellow earth, and his monk's

robe reappeared the familiar black purple.

The third cage had no door at all. Vincent looked up and down for a long time, but still could

not find a way to open it. The book inside was floating in the middle of the cage with a

rainbow of lights, so that the Wizard could not reach it.

The fourth cage was empty, with no books except a whirling black mass of air, on which tiny

dots of light moved slowly.

The last cage was tightly closed, and a scroll inside it glowed blue.

When Vincent looked down at the two books in his hand, he was surprised to see that on the

cover of one was written "Ofa Secret Scroll" and on the other was written "The Law of

Creation." When he opened the page, the two books disappeared from his hand.

He frowned and began to think about the strange things that had happened here. The two

scrolls that have disappeared here are the biggest help to restore his ability to cast spells --

the ancient magic scrolls, and according to the records of the "Ofa Secret Scroll", this set of

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scrolls should have five sets, apart from the two parts in his own hands, there should be three

scrolls still scattered in this world.

In addition, there are really three unopened cages here, is it a metaphor for the other three

scrolls? But what does it mean that one of the cages doesn't contain any books? Could it be

that the scrolls in one of the cages have been destroyed and lost forever?

And where is this? Why are there cages representing five scrolls here? How did you get here?

Is this a dream or reality? The most important thing is how you get out of here.

As the Master looked down to ponder these questions, he felt a great pressure behind him,

and the chill that had just been dispelled by the sun came back to his heart. Vincent turned

and looked. On the very hillside he had just climbed stood a man whose body was made up

of endless darkness. The rays of the sun would skirt around him and never reach him; A great

black cloud rises from behind him and rolls around that tall, strong figure, forming a greyblack armor of gas.

And in his hand, he held something like a scroll. It was also where all the black air came from.

The man raised his arm and pointed to Vincent down the hill. With the index finger of his

right hand, he made a gentle circle. A circle of fire ten meters high was immediately ignited

around Vincent, blocking his retreat from front to back.

The green blades of grass were charred at once, the yellow earth was charred into gray and

cracked gullies, and the blue sky was covered with black smoke. The ring of fire slowly shrank

toward the center, closer and closer to Vincent. That burning sensation reminded the young

mage of the feeling of a lava passage.

Vincent has tried to use magic here, but he hasn't been able to muster any Arcane energy.

The circle of fire burns closer and closer...

Hardy ran faster and faster, for Vincent on his back had just uttered a groan of pain, and the

Mage's eyelids were fluttering like those of a dreamer in his sleep. But Vincent had told Hardy

that he had given up the right to dream all his life because he had an eye for insight, and that

the things that made people dream were of no use to him -- not even the rare dream plant,

the ice moon. But now it was as if Vincent was experiencing a terrible dream, a nightmare,

and in that sense it was not normal. Hardy was afraid to share his concerns with Mark, a young

dwarf who was in fact very fragile.

They were still running through the ice passageway, which was thick with crystal ice, but it

was not cold at all. The temperature was still pleasant enough that you had to put your hand

against the ice on the wall to feel the chill.

Mark fell several times in the back, but he was back up on his hands at once. He ran on his

short legs close to Hardy in front. They had only one purpose, to advance. Because in the

direction of their progress, there came the sound of Chun Chun running water.

"It's almost here! "Hardy shouted from the front as he half-ran, half-skated quickly across the

slick ice, a dazzling glow emanating from a circular door frame not far in front of him. The

light bounced off the crystal ice and turned into a rainbow of lights.

Hardy sprinted out of the gate and found himself inside a huge tower. He looked up. The

cylindrical walls of the tower stretched upward, and two staircases in a double spiral led to a

canopy of clouds. At regular intervals there was a small window at the side of the staircase,

from which one could look out, and beyond it a thick layer of ice.

Right in the middle of this circular room came the sound of running water, which Hardy was

most looking for. There, a small fountain was pouring sparkling water into the pool below it.

Hardy touched the water in the pool, scooped up a handful and tasted it. The temperature

was chilly, but it was certainly water. The next moment, Vincent was completely thrown into

the pool.

In an instant, the pool rose with thick water vapor, hot steam toward Hardy. He stepped back

quickly, amazed at the change in the pool.

"Hardy! Hardy, no good!" Mark, who was left behind, rolled and crawled through the gate

and took a bad fall. He got up and quickly turned around to close the gate behind him. But

the round wooden door had been frozen over and had become one with the ice.

"Hardy, help!" Before Hardy knew what was happening, a flash of light hit the ice in front of

Mark. A powerful explosion broke out and the dwarf, along with a lot of ice, crashed into

Hardy's arms.

"Mark! Are you all right? Who's attacking you?" Hardy dropped the midget dangling upside

down in his arms and grabbed a sharp icicle at his feet to use as a weapon - his great sword

had long since drifted down the lava river with the volcanic rock.

"Yes... Is..." Mark stammered.

Without Hardy having to guess, two figures burst out of the icy fog that had just exploded

and stood proudly in front of Hardy.

Two celestial beings, nearly four meters tall, were spreading their wings behind them, staring

at the two men with bright topaz eyes. They had bluish white skin, golden armor that covered

most of them tightly, and a white halo behind them that came from their unfurled wings.

Judging from their size, the two angels appeared to be a man and a woman. The male angel

carried a gigantic, exaggerated sword, with a blade nearly two meters long and a silver flame

burning brightly; The female angel uses a long bow made of blue light, the string stretched

to its limit, and the long golden arrows are ready to fire.

In a low, magnetic voice, the male sky asks, "Are these two?"

"It doesn't seem like it, but the power we're looking for is here." The voice of the female angel

is more graceful, but there is also a hint of irresistible authority.

"Who are you? Why are you breaking in and attacking us? ' "Hardy said, holding an icicle in

front of two tall angels.

The angels ignored him and continued to scan the room.

In that strange world, Vincent was also being scanned by the mysterious man on the hillside.

No matter how hard the mage focused his eyes, he could not see the creature's face. At the

same time, the wall of fire was still slowly approaching the mage standing at the center of the

circle with scorching heat.

Vincent could not even get close to the circle of fire. He was now trapped in the center and

could not move a step. Instead, the mage relaxes and prepares to be tested by the fire.

Suddenly, it was as if a huge hole had been punched in the sky, and torrential rain fell from

the dome. The force of the impact threw the Mage face-down on the grass. The ring of fire

was extinguished in an instant, and even the steam that had risen from the heat was quickly

swept away by the rain.

On the other hand, the water in the pool where Vincent was placed suddenly became boiling.

A great deal of steam rose up there, and suddenly the whole room was unable to see. The

two angels looked warily in the direction of the pool, and a figure rose unsteadily through the

curling mist.

He gently shook the water from his body and stepped out of the pool. The angels could not

see what he looked like, but where the man's eyes should have been, two black and purple

lights shone.

"It must have been him..." 'whispered the female angel.