Chapter 1219 The Dark Land

This is a distant and vicissitudes of life voice. With the ancient tone, everyone seemed to feel the breath of ancient times in a trance.

When they reacted, they found that there was a figure on the other side of the dead tree.

This is a "person" wearing a gray robe. His height is taller than ordinary humans. According to Angel's height, it may only reach his ribs.

The visitor was leaning on a bone cane and wearing a primitive totem-style mask. The whole person was full of a simple but ancient weird feeling.

When Angel saw him, the "calling" feeling that emerged from the depths of his heart suddenly disappeared.

This made Angel's mind move.

"Are you talking? Who are you?" Angel looked at the totem mask.

"I am a cold ancient remnant who is about to die, but was pulled back from silence by the savior. You can call me Waddell." After the totem mask finished speaking, he bowed deeply to Angel.

Wardle's voice seemed to carry a warm power, and his behavior seemed to release goodwill, which made Angel feel a sense of intimacy from the bottom of his heart.

"I always feel that someone is calling me... Did you do it? The savior you mentioned refers to me?" Angel said calmly. He did not relax because of the intimacy, but became more vigilant.

"Yes, I guided the savior here." Wardle lowered his head: "I can't leave the dark land, I can only call you to come through the pan-consciousness of the continent."

"Why do you call me the savior?"

"Your Excellency gave the power of the true spirit to the Yuantan Continent, allowing it to be reborn from the overthrow. This not only saved this continent, but also saved me."

Angel frowned. This man named Wardle knew that he released the power of the true spirit into this continent, which was not surprising. However, he said that he saved him, which made Angel a little confused.

"I know what you are doing. The passage to leave Yuantan Continent is in the dark land. You can follow me." After saying that, Wardle suddenly cut a dark space crack and walked in first.

The opening of the space crack kept changing, like the ferocious mouth of a void beast, which made people feel timid.

"Are we going in?" Greywood said timidly.

Angel glanced at Bopota, who shook his head: "I can't judge whether it is good or bad, but the luck spell at the beginning told me that this trip should not be dangerous. However, the existence that can tear the space at will may also be able to block or even modify the results of the luck spell."

Bopota put both positive and negative answers in front of Angel.

No one knows what the future holds, and the existing known information cannot help the "unknown" to clear the fog.

So, whether to go in or not can only depend on the moment of thought.

Angel pondered for a moment and said: "Go in."

As Bopota said, there is no need to be so complicated for an existence that can tear the space at will to kill them. Moreover, this man named Wardle pointed out their thoughts very accurately.

This means that Wardle may have been watching them all the time.

And Angel traveled through mountains and rivers to come here, isn't it just to leave this continent?

If you want to get convenience, you can't hesitate and must face unknown risks.

Thinking of this, Angel took the lead in stepping into the space crack, followed by Bobota, and Greywood, after hesitating for a moment, still hugged Orusia's soul tightly and stepped in.

...

This is a dark wasteland.

There is no difference from the outside world, the only difference is that it seems to be darker here, and it is not raining.

The air is a little humid, and occasionally there is a breeze, bringing a chill that chills the bones.

Wardle stood in front, and when he saw Angel coming in, he stretched out his skinny hand and pointed to the distance: "Sir Savior, please come this way."

As Wardle said, he walked to the front and began to lead the way.

At some point, Wardell had a broken oil lamp in his hand. The dim light could only illuminate a distance of two or three meters, making the surroundings even more desolate.

"You don't have to keep calling me the savior. My name is Angel."

Wardell paused and continued to move forward: "There are too many ancients in the abyss. As long as they know your name, they will follow this clue and entangle you endlessly. So, it's best not to tell your real name."

Wardell's pace was neither fast nor slow, and his tone was just right, making everyone feel very comfortable.

Angel originally wanted to ask more about this topic and find out more information, but at this moment, a faint sob suddenly came from the darkness.

Angel looked at the source of the sound, and saw a shadow emitting green light slowly appearing in the darkness.

It was a woman in a blood-red long dress.

However, the woman's face was full of blue veins, her eyes were pale, and her expression was extremely ferocious. The moment she saw them, she immediately changed from sobbing with her face covered to a piercing howl.

The terrifying ripples, carrying gusts of cold wind, came towards him!

"Howling of the undead?!" Angel's expression changed, and his eyes suddenly lit up. Because of his nightmare soul body, he was actually immune to the attacks of the undead, but the Bobota behind him was basically the same as a mortal, and it was easy to be affected.

The only thing Angel could think of was to use the green "domain field" pattern to shield the incoming ripples.

However, when his forehead hair had just been lifted up and the green streaks in his eyes had not popped out, Wardell beside him held the bone scepter and gently tapped it.

After a crisp sound, the surrounding ripples disappeared instantly, and the woman in the bloody dress...the undead, with a miserable cry from her mouth, was blown to the depths of the dark wasteland by an unprovoked wind.

Seeing the undead woman disappear, Angel's aura slowly dissipated, and his forehead hair fell down again, covering his right eye.

Wardle looked at the flash of green light, and there seemed to be fluctuations in his eyes.

After everything calmed down, Angel looked at Wardle with obvious vigilance and caution.

Wardell seemed unaware and said calmly: "The undead has been wandering in the dark wasteland. Kulando has tried to take her away many times, but I have refused."

"Because she was my wife during her lifetime."

The sudden turn of events stunned Angel. The reason why he looked at Wardle with more caution was because the appearance of this undead was too coincidental, and based on Wardle's ability to tear apart space, it should be very simple to deal with an undead. But he allowed the undead to appear, which made Angel have to think about whether Wardle did this deliberately.

But when Waddell revealed the relationship between the undead woman and himself, these doubts had an answer.

"My wife, when she was about to die, did not tell me and secretly signed an oath with an ancient person, wanting to stay by my side forever. However, how could the ancient person easily fulfill her wish? In the end, she changed For the sake of the undead, I will wander in this dark wasteland forever."

Wardle briefly explained the origin of the undead. There should be some details in it, but Wardle did not deliberately mention them.

Angel didn't know whether what he said was true or false, but Angel didn't think he had any need to lie.

At this time, Grave suddenly said: "Is this female undead named Naia?"

Angel looked at Grewu: "You know?"

Grave: "Lord Olusia once went to see the Cruel Scholar, and I went with him. I stayed in the library there during those years. Butler Tandin read me many stories, including one story, The general plot is somewhat similar to this..."

Grave looked at Wardle with doubts in his eyes.

"The Cruel Scholar has recorded this? That's right... After all, the one who signed the oath with Naia is the Demon God of Evil Desire. It is said that his relationship with the Cruel Scholar is very good." Ward paused, "Yes, my My wife is Naia.”

Although he had some guesses, when Wardle admitted, Greve's pupils still shrank involuntarily.

Grewu could not remember the specific time when that story happened, but it was certain that it happened before the fall of the old gods.

That is to say

"Are you an ancient one too?"

Waddell did not answer immediately, but held the lantern, turned his head and continued walking forward.

After a long time, Wardle said: "I can survive because I have an inseparable bond with this continent. When the continent lives, I live; when the continent dies, I die. In fact, I am just a piece of history that remains to this day. Withered consciousness, no freedom, and no right to self-existence, it is not an ancient person."

Everyone didn’t know how to respond to Wardle’s words.

However, some details can be inferred from some of his words.

Previously, Waddell had said that Angel saved him. Angel didn't understand what it meant at the time, but now it seems that Wardell meant that he and the mainland both prospered and suffered losses, so there is an explanation.

After a period of silence, Angel broke the silence.

"You mentioned Kulando just now... What happened to him? What does this gift mean?" Angel rubbed the black feather in his hand. He didn't feel anything strange about the black feather.

"Kuranduo was also born on this continent." The first sentence Wardle said was a shocking revelation.

Was this death guide who terrified demons and aborigines originally born here? !

"Kurangduo's origin is closely related to this continent. You saved Yuantan Continent. Even if he doesn't say it, he should be grateful after thinking about it. Otherwise, he would not leave this crow feather to you. "

"This is Crow Feather?" Angel looked at the black feather in his hand.

"Yes, this Crow Feather contains the aura of death and is the symbol of Kulando... Here it is."

Angel was about to listen to the effect of this black feather, but at this moment, Wardle suddenly stopped, pointed forward and said, "This is the destination."

"A dark place."

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