Mage Joan

After hearing Ms. Farah talk about the second way to eliminate the crisis, everyone fell silent and their faces were very ugly.

If the self-destruction process of "The Ring of Winter" cannot be stopped, and if there is a world that must bear the catastrophe of this world, then there is indeed no way to discard this time bomb to the crystal wall system outside the Valais Tianyu. Method.

Everyone has to admit that it is very immoral to do so, and it is completely selfish and selfish. It will cause countless aliens to suffer unconscious disasters and die unclearly.

But when it comes to choosing to sacrifice some people, who can truly be selfless?

All the people present were born in Valais Tianyu. They did not hesitate to sacrifice their lives to save their hometown and relatives and friends. However, who can truly treat strangers in another world equally?

"So... some of us must stand up and carry out the mission of discarding the'Ring of Winter', right?"

Inanna stood beside her adoptive father, asking questions timidly and uncomfortably.

"I don't understand. Whoever does this... is it a hero or a butcher?"

The girl's doubts echoed over the wasteland, like a kite with a broken line, no one answered for a long time.

The flame of expectation in Inanna's eyes gradually dimmed.

Now she finally understood why Qiao An told her not to imagine human society too beautifully.

No matter in the dark regions or the surface world, nothing is black and white, and good and evil are distinct.

In many cases, the options presented to people are not diametrically opposed "heroes" and "butchers", but forcing you to bear the responsibility of "heroes" and the crimes of "butchers" at the same time, and suffer from the heartache for this.

"The'Ring of Winter' was lost from my hands. This mission...of course should be undertaken by me."

Ms. Farah walked towards the altar, stopped suddenly, turned around and said to Hilde and Genna: "Children... take care."

"Mom!" The female knight couldn't help crying.

An annoyed mother is no better than a daughter. Of course Hilde can see that she doesn't intend to come back alive after her mother has gone.

Not only because the "Ring of Cold Winter" is extremely dangerous, it may explode in her hands at any time, but also because she is ashamed of her heart and would rather be buried with the crystal wall system chosen by her to protect the world of Vares from disasters. All the innocent victims of that world make atonement.

"Ms. Farah, you can't do this." Joan raised his hand to stop the chief witch. "This is a trap."

"Trap?" Everyone, including Ms. Farah, was surprised.

"The'Ring of Winter' has been cursed by Zeuxker, and those who touch the ring will be like Angel Boda and become a puppet under the control of the evil god."

Ms. Farah took a deep breath, her face pale.

"In fact, there is no need to sacrifice innocent creatures of other crystal wall systems, and there are ways to delay the self-destruction of the'Ring of Winter'."

Seeing the renewed brilliance of hope in everyone's eyes, Qiao An smiled slightly, walked straight to the altar, closed his eyes, recalled the curse that had been interpreted in the "Sacred Book of Destiny" yesterday, and chanted in a low voice.

Responding to his call, the undercurrent of the pool covered by the altar's ice surface surged, and an icicle slowly rose from the pool, shaping itself into a graceful female carcass, slowly opening his eyes, as if a delicate ice sculpture had gained life and Soul.

"Ah?! Cassandra!" Gaina called out the name of "The Prophet of Ice", her eyes full of anger, "You are the one, despicable traitor! You are so embarrassed to appear in front of us!"

Ms. Helin glared at her daughter irritably, motioned her to close her mouth and keep quiet.

Cassandra's icy blue eyes, without the slightest emotion, swept across the faces of everyone in the Styx Temple.

"I didn't expect we would meet again here."

"Prophet, is there anything you can't even think of?"

Ms. Farah held back her anger and spoke with sarcasm.

"The fate of man is destined by the sky. The so-called prophet can only foresee the fate, but cannot change the fate. It is just a puppet manipulated by the divine will and the number of days."

Cassandra's gaze rested on Ms. Farah's face, revealing a sense of guilt.

"At the beginning, I was sorry for you. Of course you have reasons to hate me. If you want revenge, even if you kill me, I will not resist."

"But before you do it, for the sake of old friendships, you must listen to my advice-escape Valais Tianyu as soon as possible, maybe you have time to save your life."

Ms. Farah sighed, turned around and said to Joan: "Dr. Vader, I have nothing to say. What to do next is up to your instructions."

Joan nodded and looked at Cassandra on the altar: "Prophet, I need your help to prevent the'Ring of Winter' from destructing."

"I'm sorry, your request is beyond my ability."

"You only need to do things within your abilities, and you don't need to care about other things." Qiao An said calmly.

"The Prophet of Ice" was taken aback for a moment, and looked up and down the young mage, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

"Young man, you seem to know something, but it doesn't make sense. No matter how hard you try to save the world, it is destined to be in vain and nothing can be changed."

"If you don't try it, how can you know that it will not work?"

"It's a pity, Mr. Master, I used to fortune your destiny. You are very smart and work hard. Please don't force me to tell the end of your life. It will definitely not make you happy." Cassandra shook his head. sigh.

"That was four years ago, Prophet, human destiny is not static."

Qiao An stretched out his right hand and pressed a handprint on the ice element pool.

"Please tell my destiny one more time."

Cassandra didn't expect that he would make such a request, and was shocked for a while.

"Fortune telling, prophet, just like you did for me four years ago, take a look at my destiny four years later, and the future of this world, whether there is a turning point you never imagined."

The young mage's calm and unhurried words, persistent and firm eyes revealed the strong confidence that Cassandra couldn't help but hesitated. He hesitated, and finally accepted his request reluctantly.

"Well, Mr. Master, although I know this is just a waste of time, since you insist on doing this, I can only do it."

"The Prophet of Ice" knelt on the ice, touched Qiao'an's palm print with his right index finger, his eyes drooped slightly, and he was meditating.

As everyone watched nervously, her expression gradually changed, from indifference to doubt, and then to an unstoppable surprise.

"How can this be?!"

Cassandra raised her head suddenly, staring at Qiao Ann blankly, her eyes full of disbelief.