The third time I'm sorry, Meglin

With a swirling, Maglin was sucked in by the whole. At the same moment, Maglin's body lying in the military tent opened his eyes, with a complicated look in his eyes, a little ashamed, happy, very complicated and complicated. He stood up slowly, and the blue light was still moving below his neck. Maglin stretched out his hand, as if he was greedily stroking his body, stroking the surroundings, and breathing the unrefresh air.

"I'm sorry, Meglin. You're too young, and I've been waiting too long. I really can't control myself. I can't control it..." Maglin lowered his head and said to his lower abdomen. There was a trace of bitter smile at the corners of his mouth that was completely inconsistent with his teenager's face. Although he said he was sorry, his eyes flashed with determination. Then he said, "I, the great elf king, Eurofield, will use your name from now on, and I will let the three words Maglin be praised forever. This is as a compensation for you."

Half a miles away, in the tent of the chief officer of the cavalry, General Victor, who lay there under the alias Richard, suddenly felt a pain in his heart. He turned over in panic and looked around blankly. His heartbeat intensified. He was a little uneasy: "What's wrong with me? There seems to be something wrong." In Maigreen's body, the blue light spots in the blood began to compress towards the space points. The distant star lights just seen by Meglin's spiritual body became mysterious and simple symbols in a blink of an eye. They changed and combined, appeared around the space point, and finally formed a three-dimensional surrounding the void. It seems to be a magic array.

In this regard, the space point does not expand with breathing. It's like dead. I completely cut off all ties with my body. In that incredible space. The real Maglin fell into a space only the size of a military tent. There was nothing in it. It was empty, only some dim blue light from the top of his head and the four walls. Then the four walls gradually became transparent, and he felt that a layer of blue light around him began to cover here.

Maiglin fell and sat there. He looked around in fear. He took a step forward. The whole space seemed to take a step forward. He took a step back, and the whole space also stepped back. Up and down, he is always in the center, and he can never touch the surroundings.

He shouted loudly in it: "Wang!" The voice was loud, but there was no echo, just far away, far away. Maglin panicked. What's the matter? He shouted loudly, but no matter what, there was no need to answer. Maglin finally fell down there in vain, and he looked at his body in a daze.

The body is so empty that the hand can actually reach into the legs, abdomen, easily scratching his neck, and there is no feeling of stagnation. Is this the spiritual body? Or the soul? How can the source of all the power of the powerful spirit of the genius magician and the descendants of the elves fall into the space built by himself? And what did Wang do?

Suddenly, Maglin remembered that he couldn't help rushing in, and so far, this deep loneliness, and the scene he felt in the space of Eurofield, he suddenly had some real uneasiness in his heart. Have you been framed by Europa? Is his body occupied by him?

The trust in legend and the awe of his ancestors flashed away, but then it came out uncontrollably. At this time, the voice of Eurofield sounded from somewhere: "I'm sorry, Maglin. You are too young, and I have been waiting for too long. I really can't control myself. I can't control it..." Maglin is like petrified. Maglin looked around dullly, and Europa's voice sounded again: "I, the great king of elves, Eurofield, will use your name from now on. I will let the three words of Maglin forever. It is far from the praise of people. This is as a compensation for you."

Wang's voice then disappeared, but Meglin's doubts were confirmed, and everything he had was taken away by the king. He imprisoned his soul in this space. I can't go out anymore! Maglin was stunned. He was shocked by the accident that he had never thought of. He wanted to cry, but he couldn't.

"Why is it like this? Since I know the history of the family and the blood feud of my ancestors, I have worked hard, piously, and fought according to your wishes. I have been honored, I continue to grow, I look forward to becoming stronger, and one day I can challenge for you, for your ancestors, to defeat those evil gods, and save you and the kind people. I look forward to one day so that you can reappear in the world, and I have been prepared to sacrifice myself, even if I already have I'm worried..."

Maglin did not know that this space has been sealed and sealed by the powerful elf magic array. His voice and his king can't hear it. In this space, there is no time and nothing. He can only be alone here, always lonely, or his body is completely tired, and the whole space is also It will be destroyed with him.

There is no time, but for Maiglin, who is used to the past life, even if there is no coordinates and no reference, the flow of time is not in the "heart". This feeling of loneliness makes him unable to live or die, because the body is still in the soul. Because of his strong mental strength in the past, he was more "healthy" and sober than ordinary people.

"If you can tell me, I won't care. If you tell me at the beginning that I used to be a waste and want to take my body, why should I miss it? Before he didn't know that his father was the great Phantom, before he met the beautiful girl, before Lucian still followed him thousands of miles away! Pooh, Harlem, the Duke and Duchess, and those comrades-in-arms. You have given me the ability, I have integrated into this era, and now I have cruelly separated me from them, but they will still think I am still me! You are despicable!"

Maiglin finally roared, and he was devoutly enraged by the insulting bullying of his loyal object. He finally roared: "You bastard! What's the difference between you and those pseudo-god gods who occupy my body and take everything from me? You take advantage of the loyalty of your great family that has been loyal to you for 3,000 years, and you take advantage of the trust of the soldiers who are dedicated to fighting for you. Why are you doing this? You let me out!"

Maglin's heart is like a knife. This closed and narrow space is full of the cold taste of loneliness, and the soul has a keen feeling. Eurofield has completely imprisoned him. From then on, the Elf King will use his body to do everything in his name. He will be unscrupulous, and he will ignore the real Maglin's feelings.

Thinking of his father and his wife who treats her sincerely, the wife who is more respectable than all women in the world, as well as the cold-hearted duke, the round-hearted Winnie the Pooh who talks nonsense all day, Harlem, and His Majesty with grace, will become him. The goal has become his calculation object.

There is also the simple Grace, Lucian, who will lean in his arms with another soul. Maglin felt angry when he thought of this. He couldn't accept everything he thought, because all this was doomed! It is destined to happen! After three thousand years of imprisonment, he finally came to the world. What will he do? What can't he do?

"What name do I want to go down in history? You give me back my body." Maglin shouted. Unfortunately, it is impossible for him to sleep. In this space, he is not tired, thirsty or tired.

The blue light is still spreading. Eurofield is mobilizing the spiritual power hidden deep in Maglin's eyebrows. He is trying to adapt to this body of a mixed-race descendant that is still different from the elves. Although he already knows it very well, it is another thing to really master it. He doesn't have much time. He lay there and closed his eyes. Deep in his body, everything in the sealed space had nothing to do with him.

He can't hear Maglin's roar, and he doesn't want to think about it. There are many things he has to think about. He breathed gently, and the loyal guard outside the tent was still on the guard. The soldiers had gone to sleep, and some satisfied smiles appeared at the corners of Orofil's mouth, the more than 10,000 iron armor, and the connections left by Maglin in the past.

Well, the emperor's trust, the importance of Crown Prince Ribery, and the kindness of the Winni Harlem and the Richard family to the Flames Legion are great, all of which are great. Eurofield smiled coldly and thought about everything in his heart. After three thousand years of waiting, his conscience had been submerged by hatred. He wanted to turn the sky and the earth and let the victors of the past crawl at his feet.

Then let your race... Wait, there are no elves now. In addition to the descendants of mixed blood, do you want to find those dark elves and those rebellious rebels to become the people of their future country? Suddenly, Eurofield wanted to cry so that he had been trapped for three thousand years. Even if he conquered the world, he would let the descendants of those who had betrayed enjoy the glory!

Hate!

Where are there any other elves? How can we repay the hatred of the country? These damn pseudo-god gods have let the elves die! Let the elf civilization be completely lost! Eurofield gasped heavily, and his heart was driven by extreme desire. After being tormented by the water and the fire of hatred for three thousand years, he finally took off his noble coat. After doing that despicable thing, and then facing the absurd reality, the heart finally broke into pieces!

"I'm going to ruin all this!" Eurofield turned over and gritted his teeth. At this moment, Meglin looks so strange, weird, evil and ferocious. But who will know after dawn that he is not him?

All military affairs are going on as usual. Eurofield has mastered Maglin's body, or at present, he is Maglin. After the day lit up, he ordered everything to be managed by Victor for the time being, and then he announced that he would seize the time to adjust his rest and practice his magic to prepare for the war after tomorrow.

No one would disturb him at this time. Victor grabbed an interval and asked to see him. Eurofield told Meglin's father very much. He said, "The king wants me to seize the time to practice magic. There will be a battle soon. Let's wait until the battle is over." Victor thought it was right. He saw that his son was very natural, so he was relieved. Turning around, he didn't know how deep and complicated the eyes behind him were.

The emotion just flashed by, and Eurofield was silent in the account under the protection of the personal guard led by Sterling. He was not satisfied with observing Maglin's body with his eyes. He is using his mental strength to transform Maglin's body in the way he has mastered, hoping that this body can more easily absorb and convert magic and store magic.

The space that belongs to him is already expanding. With the spread of blue light, the space has been decomposed, and all the spiritual imprints recorded in the space have also made deep marks in Maglin's mind with the spread. Eurofield easily mastered everything he recorded. At this time, he dared to face it formally. In fact, as early as 3,000 years ago, he designed this step. There is no way not to divide my memory like this, because Maglin's body and his mental strength are still too weak than that of Eurofield. If there is no buffer, the tide-like huge information will overwhelm the young man.

Now, Eurofield has mastered everything in the past, and everything is completely consistent with the body. Except for the secret space of the lower abdomen, he was sealed. At this time, the last bit of guilt completely disappeared with the recovery of all memories.

Maglin did not give up his efforts. In the face of such a situation, crying is no longer helping. Sitting alone in the space, Maglin has begun to work hard for liberation. He no longer thinks about the situation outside, nor does he ask how long time has passed. After several efforts to practice magic, Maglin suddenly laughed at himself.

After calming down, he found that he was a spiritual body, a spiritual body shaped by Eurofield, assisted by part of his magic and dominated by soul. Without the carrier of the body, you can't contact with the outside world. How can you absorb everything? But everything is not without opportunities. Because he remembered a sentence that the king who deceived him said that he once said that he was a god in his own space.

This is the space created by yourself! This is your own, obeying your own chaotic universe! Then come on. So, Maglin said: There should be light! Under the will, the space emits light, soft, and the natural light that Maglin can't describe in words. Light and darkness are opposed, so day and night appear...

Earth, sky, rivers, stars, sun and moon, vegetation, Genesis!

Standing in his own square inch of heaven and earth, Maglin, who was as powerful as a god, stood upright and laughed loudly. His left hand was the sun, his right hand was the moon, and the stars surrounded his front of him, with high mountains and rivers and rich plains under his feet. The gloomy forest is in the northeast of the earth.

"My World. There are still more creatures." Maglin smiled and watched all kinds of creatures in his memory appear on the land. The eagle shuttled under his knees, and the dragon was flapping its wings and white clouds fluttering. Under his will, the earth gradually became smaller and smaller, the surrounding space was pulled out, and the curvature of the earth became more and more obvious, and finally turned into a blue planet, floating in chaos. Maglin's thoughts swept over it, and the planet was full of vitality.

This is the feeling that the ultimate space magic can reflect. However, Maiglin, who once had a body, was also limited to the body, so he could not progress to such a pure spiritual body so quickly, thanks to the gift of the traitor. Although Maglin is trapped in it today, he has vaguely found the way. His thoughts suddenly dispersed and went towards the stars.

After another change, Maglin has stood on the edge of the Maosen Forest, on a plain. The huge castle rose up under his call and belonged to his creation. In that kind of space, from nothing to one, from one to two, to three to four, to five... to infinity, the elements born are madly combined under the will of the gods.

"This is my Wuthering Heights!" Maglin roared, with a bang. After a gust of wind, the castle had already stood in front of him. The next moment, Maglin was in front of the fireplace in the magnificent castle. There are snowflakes floating outside the window, and a season has passed in the blink of an eye. Maglin stretched out his waist, and the time flashed quickly. The blue planet turned with the huge red fireball, and the red fireball went towards a central point.

The stars are changing, and the day and night turn quickly in God's thoughts, alternating the four seasons. In a blink of an eye, there was another bright sun, and then the north wind roared. In the bushes outside the castle, in the caves, the inferior creatures were old, sick and died. Maglin felt lonely. He smiled, because he was sure that the world was real.

The knowledge that O'Rofill once taught him, what Pooh taught him, and even recorded in the books he had read, those mature but true understanding of the world, through his thoughts and will, truly reappeared in his own world. The waking eagle fell from the sky to his shoulder, majestic and powerful.

Maglin smiled faintly and waved his hand again. He flashed on the plain. The vast land was boundless. Among the creatures, the law of the jungle, a natural and vast scenery. Feeling lonely, McGreen bent down with a smile. He stretched out his hand, pinched the soil on the ground, closed the water and stirred it up. Soon after, a boy, a little clay figurine appeared in his hand.

"Don't be lonely like me." Maglin lowered his head and looked at the clay figurine lonelyly. A girl's voice and smile appeared in his heart. Keres also appeared, and Lucian also appeared. Then he waved his hand. After a white light, three young people who didn't know where they came from, what they were, and where they didn't know where to go appeared at Maglin's feet, looking up at the main hall of the villa supported by the tall him and the tall white rock pillars behind him.