Real Name God

"Of course, I won't ask you to confront it head-on, just ask you to help me entangle this person. It's not difficult for you, is it?"

"Where they are now, I believe you know..."

"No, you are nearby, don't hide."

——"You are on this wilderness." The old man standing in the dark was silent for a while after hanging up the communication.

He stands on the mountain, as still as a sculpture.

Behind him, in the dense forest with shadows rolling like a mountain, there is a surging mist, like the tide on the sea. At this time, the wind and rain are like obscurity, but for some reason, the moonlight tonight is very clear.

The old man watched from a distance at the huge round moon that floated up from the distant sky, and the cold brilliance draped over the boundless wilderness.

The forest shrouded in the hazy moonlight like soft yarn is still immersed in a black black, and the lush branches and leaves collide with each other and rustle in the wind.

Mr. Howard has hair covered with frost and snow, and they are swaying in the air like withered grass; deep wrinkles are crawling all over his face and palms.

Cold rain dripped from the dry hair. Only the sharp light from the pupils embedded in the eye sockets made him look like an elderly man. ......How did he do that?

Howard was lost in thought, frowning.

He found that although the development of the matter is still within his expectations, the specific process has gradually been out of his control.

Of course, Howard has never been so arrogant that he can always master the actions of a legendary wizard; but what he wants to know is, in which key link he has made the mistake?

How did Rasputin determine that he was nearby?

Is someone leaking secrets? Or is it pure guesswork? Or... the other party has adopted a method that is hard to detect and "observed" his own movement?

Of course, Howard did not fall into confusion for too long.

He knew very well that such aimless thinking was meaningless.

The only goal of the old man is to make the magic tower fall into the wilderness and be broken to pieces; and in order to achieve it, Rasputin's help is indispensable.

——Yes, as everyone thinks, Howard Nuren has never had any other purpose, and he does not hide his ambition.

What can Steppenwolf want to stop himself?

In the past, he made mistakes because he tried to outnumber the crowd; now he has long awakened and knows how to use others.

The magic tower has stood for thousands of years, and the enemies it has established are unknown. People who covet their wealth but fear their power need only an excuse: an opportunity for the decline of the magic tower.

At that time, the former enemies of the magic tower will unite in unison, eager to pounce on the corpse, step on the remains of this great wizard tower, and share the legacy that once belonged to the black tower wizard.

In the face of the general trend, the destruction of the magic tower is destined to become a fact and cannot be stopped.

What's more, in the highest level of the tower, there are more than one person who has a ghost like himself. What qualifications do they have to stop themselves?

As long as the success is complete, Howard can logically take what he failed and didn't get a hundred years ago, truly in his hands. That is the secret involved in the "Road to the Gods"...

-"Squeaky!"

Behind the old wizard came a sharp scream similar to that of a mouse, like the piercing noise made when he scratched the glass with his sharp nails.

That is the voice of the fog demon.

Howard turned his head and saw that in a thick white mist, a head that looked like a cat monster that was magnified more than ten times suddenly emerged from it.

This monster has a hideous face, and its protruding beak reveals two rows of white teeth, and its eyes roll on the smooth skin, full of agility and cunning.

The fog demon's threatening look with grinning teeth made people think at a glance that he was expressing dissatisfaction with the old man in front of him.

...

Among the high-ranking demons, some special races possess wisdom. For example, a fog demon who reaches an adult body can have the intelligence of a human child of six to seven years old; and if it can grow into a unique "king species", it is even more likely to have brain development no less than human.

In fact, the fog demon clan that was once a member of the Medieval Empire has also been taught to use language to communicate with other races. The education system of the empire was open to hundreds of ethnic groups. Someone once taught them how to use language and tools to civilize civilization.

In time, the fog monsters may indeed become intelligent races and multiply their own unique history and culture.

But this unprecedented attempt only reached a beginning stage and ended with the collapse of the empire. Now, more than two thousand years later, these demons have already returned to the barbaric world where they are drinking blood; otherwise, they would not be able to survive.

From barbarism to civilization, it takes a long journey, the blood of countless people, the sacrifice of generations of ancestors and the inheritance of future generations, one step at a time, slashing and burning from the dark to open up the road;

However, it is so easy to fall from civilization to barbarism. All it takes is a kingdom, a war, or even... just a stupid ruler.

Howard Newlen thought, this is the inferiority and limitation of the so-called "smart race".

The same is true for humans, no different from demons. Without the leadership of the sages and the protection of the gods, sooner or later they will fall into a situation of cannibalism and self-destruction~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Therefore, wizards will pursue the path of detachment above this——

"I promised your leader's terms that I will help solve the group of people from the Holy See."

Howard answered calmly in German.

"But, I need to confirm. Is what I want to get really in your hands?"

The fog demon looked very dissatisfied. It hates this human questioning the leader.

But the evil demon didn't say much, but after a pretentious threat, he led the old wizard into the lair of the fog demon clan as the leader ordered.

It is the king of the fog demon clan, the most intelligent one. Although he is wild, he can understand people's words. The most important thing is-it is very loyal.

...

Led by the Fog Demon King, Howard did not pass through the dense forest on the hillside, but through an underground tunnel that was dug out. They walked over a dark and tortuous passage and finally arrived at their destination.

It is a warm and humid core area. A few oil lamps were lit on the uneven mud wall, but the dim light and shadow not only couldn't dispel the darkness, but made the surrounding scenes appear dim and obscure.

And in the center of a simple stone platform, a shadow with a huge outline sits right at the end.

"He" is a few people tall, with a huge and strong body, and a spiraling sharp horn protrudes from the head that does not look like a human.

Howard raised his head, staring at the pair of scarlet pupils and said straightforwardly:

"The condition I mentioned earlier is about the ritual of reincarnation into a'demon'. Can you really give it to me? Your Excellency Samikina."

"Of course, human."

The voice of the demon aristocrat rumbling in the narrow cave.

"If you know my name, you should know the value of a lie. It will never be used on wizards."