High Magic Earth

The dark-haired woman's eyes are as dark as black, almost like substance, and the high and sharp staghorn helmet makes her more than three points higher than other creatures out of thin air.

She exudes a mysterious and graceful atmosphere, just like those myths and legends standing high, looking down at the earth and looking down at the mortal gods.

It is unclear where it is, but what is certain is that it is also towering into the clouds.

In the true sense.

The violent winds raging around, like roaring monsters with teeth and claws, rolled up a layer of silk clouds and slapped on the face of the black-haired woman.

Her long hair was dancing in the wind, like a mischievous flower elf jumping under her helmet.

As the surrounding clouds spread apart, she gradually revealed a vast starry sky. Above her head, there was a vast expanse of cosmic stars.

The extraordinarily quiet surroundings only seemed to hear the wind whizzing, and the deep universe starry sky was particularly cold and lonely dotted here.

She seems to be the only creature here.

The arrogant and graceful style wrapped her whole person like an iceberg, but. . In addition to the deep and countless secrets in her eyes, there seemed to be some cunning.

As cunning as the most flexible elk.

It's this little slyness that breaks all her nobility, turning her into a little woman who looks like she is full of imagination. It is very elusive. Although it will not make people feel disgusted, it is also difficult to make People feel good at first sight.

It's just that she doesn't seem to care about this.

On the contrary, her eyes are even more contemptuous, and she looks down on everything in front of her.

Everything in the world seemed to her as ants.

She never told anyone about this idea, even her biological sister didn't know it. She was usually a good-looking baby, trying everything to try to prove herself.

But her efforts have never been taken seriously, and some guys around her sister always have some strange hostility towards her.

"A group of stupid ants..." the dark-haired woman grunted slightly.

Sure enough, all the guys except her are stupid, and the ants, even her hearty and brave sister, are just as stupid.

She shouldn't care about the fool's opinion.

They should be ruled from birth.

Closing her eyes and calming her heart, she was as smart as she soon noticed the imbalance in her heart. She shouldn’t have had these cranky thoughts, and that’s why. . But she was jealous of her sister.

Yes, jealous.

Although she didn't want to admit it, she knew she was jealous. Jealous of her sister.

Although her sister is stupid, she is a good person, um. . She is a brave and nice person, and she is not completely stupid enough to be cured. She is still a little smart.

If anyone really regards her as a fool, then it is really stupid.

Her sister is just better at solving problems with brute force.

As for the rest. . Huh, ants.

The black-haired woman's eyes became cold again, and her eyes fell back below, as if penetrating through the layers of mist and clouds, and onto the surface of a blue planet.

over there. . It seems that something very interesting is happening.

"Midgart..."

The atrium, that is, the earth, is a place almost forgotten by the gods, but I have to admit that the place is sometimes quite important, not only the Asa Protoss, the Frost Giant, and the Cree, who have visited this place successively. Nowhere.

There have been wars, scrambles, and many remnants of the outside world.

The dark-haired woman hasn't paid attention to it for a long time, and even like other gods, she has left her behind, but the familiar breath that appeared today made her look back at it.

Of course, under normal circumstances, she can't see Midgart, and she is not Heimdall, but today's situation is obviously different.

She felt her breath in Midgart. . Yes, it's amazing, just like another self.

The dark-haired woman knows that there will not be another one on Midgart, so the only thing that may cause this effect is the things she uses most often, utensils, also called artifacts.

But the more magical thing is. . She has no artifacts.

Well, although it sounds incredible, she does not have her own artifact. Her sister has one, her father has one, and there are countless rare treasures and powerful artifacts in the treasure house of her country.

But she didn't.

There is a scepter in her hand. . But that can only be called a weapon, not an artifact.

Indeed, weapons used by gods can be called artifacts, but that is the criterion for mortals to measure, and only mortals call gods gods.

With the vision of a dark-haired woman. . She certainly can't just make up something, it's called an artifact.

The dark-haired woman who doesn’t own an artifact doesn’t care much, because it doesn’t matter, no matter how strong she is, it is difficult to surpass her sister in force, not to mention her country has been peaceful for a long time.

although. . She is well aware that peace is never eternal, and war is always on the verge.

But her positioning for herself is not a charge, and she is a leader like her sister, but a commander-in-chief, an overall commander.

So she didn't mind whether it was just an ordinary scepter in her hand, or her father's thunder.

but. . This does not mean that she is not interested in what appeared in Midgart.

On the contrary, it made her more curious.

With this ray of homology from the artifact, this made her vaguely sense what happened in Midgart, something very, very interesting.

Ok. . With the breath of the artifact alone, you can sense what happened in Midgart, thanks to the magic power she possessed.

Yes, unlike her sister’s powerful strength and tenacity, the dark-haired woman is better at magic, whether it is bewitching magic or phantom magic, or the most direct and pure magic attack, she is good at it.

but. . Only her heart knew that she was good at deception.

"Ant ants..."

The dark-haired woman murmured in her mouth.

She magically sensed what happened to Midgart, but unfortunately, the distance was too far, and this whimsical artifact breath was too thin, even as if the connection would be broken in the next moment.

Even if she is proficient in magic, she still can only get a little information.

She is trying to observe everything below.

First of all, she saw Yi Chou. The latter said that instead of watching, she felt it. She heard Yi Chou's words, and also felt that Yi Chou's psychological fluctuations had almost no fluctuations.

It is strange that for the first time she saw such indifferent feelings. . Atrium people.

Perhaps the other party is not atrium at all.

The black-haired woman naturally heard Yi Xiao's whispers about ants and boots. In fact, she quite agrees. She is also a solid supporter of the theory of ants boots.

But finding novelties of the same kind cannot cover the weirdness of this atrium.

The dark-haired woman noticed the clamor.

Then quickly, she realized that her guess was indeed correct, and the other party was not atrium at all. . Or not just the atrium, he may just be very similar to the atrium.

He may look like an atrium, but his essence. . It has begun to reverse and gradually change in a certain direction.

A newly born god.

The black-haired woman is not so sure, but she can feel the strength of the other party, the power contained in his body, such as her sister's weakness, or even. . Comparable to their father, stronger than their father.

She wasn’t sure what it was. With her wisdom and knowledge, she felt a lack of it at this moment.

And the oddity below is far more than him.

Not far from this guy, there is one more. . A god.

At this point, the dark-haired woman can be quite sure that although it is a strange god, both the power contained in her body and the familiar breath undoubtedly shows that she is a god.

The spirit is a mysterious existence, far from being a terrestrial man, the aliens are so simple to distinguish and to summarize.

Her carefree sister must not have noticed this, perhaps her father knew, but her father did not tell them both.

The dark-haired woman can find out, but also because of her mastery of magic.

The magic on the energy level is obviously different from the force on the physical level. Both have their own advantages and disadvantages, and it is difficult to distinguish them in terms of destructiveness. . But other places are different.

For example, magic, it can always have a lot of magical abilities attached.

The country where the black-haired woman is located has many people, civilians, nobles, warriors, and so on. Each of them is extremely powerful for the atrium, unable to resist.

But are all of them gods?

This may be the case in the eyes of the atrium, but the dark-haired woman would never see it that way.

She can feel that there are only three or four people who can be called gods in her country, their father, Heimdall and their sisters, um. . Perhaps their mother is half.

As for others. . The dark-haired woman does not know how to call it, but it is certainly not a god.

perhaps. . Ants?

Sounds appropriate.

The dark-haired woman quickly put away the sneer in the corner of her mouth. This is the god. They are different, both in strength and in essence.

Something below is undoubtedly a god, although it is a strange god.

She is curious. . Where did the other party come from?

For so many years, she has spent hundreds of years in her own country, and has also been wandering outside for a long time, but she has not seen other gods or gods, most of them are aliens.

But today, Midgart appeared at once. . Well, many strange guys.

There must be some reason for this.

The wisdom of the dark-haired woman is so firm that she can tell herself some clues, just give her some time. . And quiet.

"younger sister!"

But at the next moment, a big voice rang loudly, it exploded like a thunder from far to near, and soon quickly narrowed the distance from the black-haired woman.

The previous moment it was still far away, and then the next moment. . It was almost behind the dark-haired woman.

"Sister! You stay here again."

This is a crisp female voice. Although it sounds very loud, it still can't hide the cleanness of her voice, and sometimes the appearance of the voice owner can be guessed from the voice.

The sound is very good, and most of them will not be worse.

"Timel..."

The dark-haired woman turned a little helplessly. Obviously, it was her sister. Although the dark-haired woman didn’t mind how to call her when she was thinking alone, she still faced her sister. I chose her name.

"What are you doing here."

Obviously, the dark-haired woman had never called her name before, or she had never called her sister very much, and Timmel didn't mind these minor problems with her name.

She walked over boldly, slamming the hammer that never left, turning it in a vigorous manner, and slapping the other hand **** the shoulder of the dark-haired woman.

Timmel didn't seem to expect her sister to answer her question, she smiled again.

"Hidden here every time, even I can find you." She smiled huh.

"Not hiding..."

The dark-haired woman tried to argue, but soon realized that her sister's attention was not here at all, so she wisely fell silent.

Timmel was wandering around, but fortunately it was just a moment, and then at the next moment, she seemed to be sucking the invisible saliva from the corner of her mouth, and said happily to the dark-haired woman.

"Don't care what you do, go away, the party is about to begin."

"Another banquet."

The dark-haired woman couldn't help vomiting.

"Let's talk about tens of thousands of banquets in the past few hundred years~www.readwn.com~ A banquet lasts for three or five days. After getting drunk, it is a new banquet. Why can you still maintain such a high interest?"

She felt completely incomprehensible.

Probably only Timmel, the single-cell guy, can understand it.

Obviously Timmel didn't know how to answer this question, so she slapped her sister's shoulder at once and twitched at the corner of her mouth, laughing.

"...Timel!"

When the dark-haired woman couldn't help but want to continue to vomit, she ran again from the distance with four silhouettes, tall, short, fat, thin, men and women, they had the same excited colors on their faces as Timmel, almost instinctively ignored The dark-haired woman who was on the side seemed not to see her at all.

Similarly, seeing these four guys, the dark-haired woman's face also turned cold again.

There was a trace of pride and disdain in her eyes, and there was no slight disguise.

The next moment, she blinked away from Timmy's shoulders, how to say, she is also a god, and is Timmy's sister, her strength, her magic, and inferior to her sister.

The dark-haired woman and the group of four seemed to have a very good understanding of ignoring each other. After greeted Timmel with excitement, they drove to the banquet together.

At this time, Timmel also realized that he seemed to throw his sister aside again.

With a forehead, she quickly turned around to pull the dark-haired woman who was still there, but pulled it. . But caught an empty.

The illusion of the black-haired woman staying in place appeared in a trance with Timmel's movements, and then gradually dissipated.

She shouted loudly after the four-man group frowned, or dissatisfied eyes, and Timmel's helpless wry smile.

"You played me again! Luo Ji!"

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