Chapter 391: Surviving a Sandstorm

"It seems that this is very important to you." Nicoléme said.

"I just want to ask for proof of something, whether it's the gods or the monster. You should know the monster I met underground at Hogwarts."

"I heard that you also had an incredible experience." Nicolème said, "It's about the gods, isn't it? When the gods were destroyed, the evil spirits invaded, and the goddess Idun in your mouth will Outsiders are sealed everywhere in the world.”

"That's it, Mr. Nicoléme." Fan Lin was not surprised at all. Dumbledore must have told Nicoléme that there seemed to be some agreement between the two, and he vaguely guessed something. It's nothing more than dealing with some things about his future, Tom, or the creation of the void.

"I'm sorry, I don't quite understand the legends about God. A wizard's exploration of things always needs to be witnessed with one's own eyes, just like when I finally obtained the Book of Abraham."

"You didn't believe it before?" Fan Lin asked.

"You always have to put it in front of your eyes and really touch it before you can finally confirm it, right?"

"I still remember the sandstorm that day." Nicoléme said, his voice full of the vicissitudes of history.

"It was an exploration of magical ruins in the Middle East. I still remember that there were six of us."

"You mean, the World Tree is in the Middle East?" Fanlin was surprised that the records in this myth were quite different.

"Strictly speaking, it is like this. What is hidden in the unnatural landform must be about magic. We infer that there are magic ruins there, just like the pyramids of Egypt or the mysterious islands in the Pacific."

"What did you find?" Fan Lin asked.

"Before this, I never thought that I would win the favor of Abraham. I always thought that he was a fictional character, like the gods enshrined in the temple, with power that had never been revealed."

"Compared to now, it was a terrible disaster, not just the strong wind, but also human nature." Nicoléme said, his voice sounded a bit desperate, even after more than six hundred years, Fan Lin The gloom of that year can still be captured in Nicolas Flamel's face.

"It was the second day after the excavation of magical relics in the Middle East. The Jewish territory. They seem to be very repulsive to outsiders. In short, the way they welcomed us was not friendly."

Nicoléme said that Fanlin listened attentively. This was about the origin of a great alchemist like Nicoléme. Dumbledore also seemed to be interested. It seemed that this was the first time he heard Nicolas Flamel talk about the experience of obtaining the "Book of Abraham".

"Early the next morning, we were welcomed and baptized by the land of the Middle East, which was a sandstorm in the sky."

There was something in Nicoléme's words that made his heart palpitate.

"In the face of the power of nature, whether it is a wizard or a human being, there will be a feeling of insignificance and powerlessness, as if being torn apart by the strong wind, mixed with the storm of turbulent magic power, we can even change our appearance. Shadow can’t do it.”

"The six of us were blown away by the wind. When I finally woke up, there were only two people beside me, one named Hans and one named Erwin."

"The sandstorm has stopped?" Fan Lin asked. He had heard of this kind of sandstorm. In the desert, once a sandstorm breaks out, it will not end within a week.

"We found a ruins, the remains of a building. I used my last strength to break away from the storm and climbed in." Nicoléme said, "Speaking of which, the three of us were quite lucky. We survived the natural disaster. We can still get together.”

"I was extremely weak at the time. The turbulent magic power brought by the storm took away the magic power in our bodies, and also took away our chance to escape. In the magic power of the riot, no one could or transformed and left. In fact, my wand was left behind in the previous storm and I could tell it had been destroyed."

"The next few days will undoubtedly be a long wait. While we are hoping that the storm will subside, we are also working hard to squeeze every potential of our bodies, eager to obtain more magic power to protect ourselves."

"In fact, the temporary team is not reliable at all when facing danger, especially when my wand is lost and the other two people still have wands." Nicolas Flamel said, he He rolled up one sleeve, and on his arm, a circle of hideous wounds explained his experience to Fan Lin.

"This was left on the third day of the sandstorm." Nicoléme said, he smiled mockingly, and then he took out his wand and tapped it lightly on his arm. It was originally dry and The ferocious arms revealed his true appearance.

"Is this an alchemy arm?" Fan Lin said.

"Yes, this is exactly what was left on the third day, along with this wand, made of vine wood, twelve inches long, with a heart made of unicorn heartstrings."

"Unicorn?" Fan Lin exclaimed, "How is it possible? The heartstrings of unicorns are not used in the making of wands. Killing unicorns is cursed."

"This is Hans's wand. He is a dark wizard from Durmstrang. He was the original owner of this wand."

"You...you killed him?"

"Yes, I killed him." Nicoléme nodded, "In fact, if I don't kill him, he will kill me."

"Because of survival?"

"Everyone is trying to survive, even me at that time." Nicoléme said, "On the third day of the sandstorm, our magic power was constantly being consumed due to the turbulent flow of magic power. "There is no sunlight, no moisture, no magic power, strong winds and hot weather, and the entrained sand has turned black, like a dagger, and everyone has serious scars on their body."

"However, no one wants to die, at least not here, and Erwin is the first to lose his composure. We have all heard of this black sandstorm. Once it blows in the desert, it will last for more than a week. Time cannot stop at all. And our physical condition is simply not enough to support us for that long. The hiding place needs the support of magic power, otherwise we will all be buried underneath."

"Speaking of which, Erwin comes from a pure-blood noble family in Europe, but it is the last generation. Anyway, I have not heard any information about their family."

"What did he do?"

"Apparition." Nicoléme said, "He doesn't want to die here, and his condition is the best, and his strength is relatively intact."

"It's impossible to get out." Fan Lin murmured. The turbulent flow of magic power will completely disrupt the original space. Even if a jumping node can be found, the unstable space will cause the wizard to completely separate and disintegrate.

"You always have to hold on to the hope that you can survive, right?" Nicoléme said. "It's always scary to be lucky, because no one has ever succeeded in this kind of luck."

"He still failed." Fan Lin affirmed that for the most failed judgment, he was obviously in the best condition and had the greatest hope of survival.

"Yes, he did fail." Nicoléme said, "He ignored my dissuasion. In fact, I didn't have any extra magic power to save him at that time, and he just moved in front of our eyes. After changing form, he completely exploded not far from us, leaving one of his legs in the ruins where he was originally hiding. "

"His death was like a signal. In an instant, greater panic spread in my heart. I think it was the same for Hans at that time. As long as the sandstorm passed, there would always be hope of survival. And Before that, we have to solve a more important problem, which is food and water.”

"He's targeting you?" Fan Lin's heart sank, thinking that Hans' identity as a black magician would prevent him from making any good moves.

"To be precise, in order to survive, we are eyeing each other at the same time. I am also a human being, and I have lost my identity as a wizard. If I don't live too long, then death will be a mystery that I cannot see through."

Fan Lin was speechless for a moment. What Nicoléme showed him was undoubtedly the most essential cruelty. In the face of an angry crisis, one should desire life or choose death.

Fan Lin couldn't help but torture himself, but the answer was impossible to know.

"This is undoubtedly a kind of torture. Killing each other and then letting yourself live is simply a kind of suffering." Nicole Flamel said, "However, a strong sense of emptiness continues to spread in each other's bodies, Hans The decision was made first.”

"He failed."

"Yes, he also failed. He struck first, but I was prepared. I used a wandless spell to knock down his wand. I paid for it with my arm." Nicoléme said, his appearance It doesn't look easy.

"You ate him?"

"No." Nicoléme said, "We competed with each other for wands, and the building began to become unstable due to the loss of magic power. Finally, storms and quicksand, both of which are fatal, even if they have It’s difficult to resist a magic wand.”

Nicoléme said, with a hint of joy on his face.

"I watched Hans being torn apart by the strong wind with my own eyes, and I relied on the last bit of magic power to cast a protective magic on myself. I was swallowed underground by the quicksand."

"Swallowed by quicksand." Fan Lin exclaimed. He couldn't imagine how Nicolémeil survived. The torque of the quicksand was enough to twist a solid piece of steel, and Nicoléme also lost his hand. . (To be continued)