Chapter 1185 Traces

Successfully killed a powerful elemental creature, closed the space gap connecting the elemental domain, and resolved the crisis the team was facing—at least it seemed to be quite a crisis—the old mage Mordir seemed quite excited. After firing more than a dozen legendary spells, the powerful spellcaster, each of which was almost as powerful as a naval gun, tightly grasped the hand of the swordsman who hadn't reacted much from the beginning to the end, happily like a child.

And it took the swordsman a long time to finally confirm that the old mage in front of him was not joking with him, and the praise in his words was not meant to satirize him.

This old man is serious... he is serious...

"I..." The swordsman was held tightly by the old man, and subconsciously wanted to break free from the opponent, but he didn't even twitch his arm. He could only blush, and continued to twitch his hands while embarrassingly speaking, "I didn't help at all just now... It's all because you wiped out that terrible opponent..."

The swordsman blushed more and more as he talked, recalling his "battle process" just now, this burly man didn't even know how to speak for a while - it seemed that he was stunned when he was pushed out in a daze, His biggest feat in the whole game was being blasted into the air by the shock wave, which somewhat added a bit of interest and appreciation to the whole battle. If time could be turned back, the only thing he hoped for was that he could land on both feet when he fell... How do you say it?

The old mage Modil didn't realize the embarrassment of the swordsman at all, he continued to hold the opponent's hand cheerfully, and said modestly: "You are too humble, young man, this is not in line with your due vigor ——We all know how much a mage needs protection in battle, if you weren't standing in front, I wouldn't be able to perform so well..."

Laura on the side had a blank expression, and at this moment she didn't even have the motivation to roll her eyes, but she couldn't help but mutter in her heart—does this scary old man really need "protection"? In the whole battle just now, anyone who can breathe needs more protection than him! Even the flame giant who can't breathe looks pitiful, weak and helpless...

But she didn't dare to say this on the spot, so she could only carefully consider the vocabulary for a long time before she said: "Mr. How low-key..."

While speaking, the young huntress tried to deduce the level of this eccentric magician from the series of terrifying spells just now. She thought that the other party was at least high-level... maybe even a legend, but Her identity and strength are not very high, she has never seen what a real legend looks like in her life, and she has not even been in contact with a high-level powerhouse a few times. In her eyes, Modir's strength is like an abyss that cannot be judged. Grades cannot be measured.

So in the end, the biggest thought in her heart was nothing but awe.

"Really?" Modil was taken aback after hearing Laura's words.

Then he touched his chin happily (by the way, he finally let go of the swordsman's hand), "I don't have any low-key ideas, I just do what I like to do..."

"A powerful person is qualified to choose which path to take," the Druid in the team couldn't help sighing, and then smiled, "Anyway, a powerful spellcaster like you is in our In the meantime, this is everyone's greatest luck. If you are willing to continue your activities in the adventurer's camp, then our safety in Tarrond will be the greatest guarantee..."

Druid spoke everyone's heart, even Laura, who was a little confused in his mind, couldn't help secretly agreeing after hearing this, but Mordir seemed to be reminded of some vague and trivial memories by this sentence. The mage frowned, with a hint of confusion in his eyes, and at the same time whispered to himself: "You can't say that... you can't say that... you can't be blindly confident just because of your strength... you will encounter situations that you can't beat, Sometimes you just can't beat..."

"Mordier... sir?" Sensing that Mordier's condition was not right, Laura immediately stepped forward cautiously and asked in a low voice, "Do you remember anything? Are you okay?"

"Me? Oh, I'm fine, fine," Modil woke up suddenly from his trance, he blinked vigorously, and then smiled at Laura with a hint of gratitude, "Sorry, I fell into that trance again just now I'm in a good state, thanks to you calling me out. I'm fine, but some past experience and lessons came out just now. It seems that I have suffered a lot because I believed too much in my own strength, and I have been defeated by difficult enemies many times. It's a pity that I can't remember the specific details."

"Even a powerful spellcaster like you will encounter an invincible enemy?" Laura's eyes widened in astonishment. "And you have been defeated... many times?"

Modil shook his head lightly. Although his memory was a mess, the experience accumulated in his long life had been deeply imprinted in his mind: "There are all kinds of powerful forces in this world, and among mortals there are The powerhouses are far better than me. Once those battleships and chariots that rely on magic power are gathered together, they cannot be matched by any traditional powerhouses, let alone those strange beings living in different dimensions, as well as us. The gods above... Always be humble and cautious is the essence of long-term survival. The great pioneer Gawain Cecil once warned future generations: Blind self-confidence is the first ladder leading to destruction, this is my One of the most esteemed mottos of my life."

Laura showed a thoughtful expression. Although she had been with Mordir for a while, after seeing the real strength of this old mage today, and hearing the other's humble and introspective words, she couldn't help but feel a lot. new emotion.

Mordir's attention quickly shifted to other places. This old man who is keen on adventure and discovery raised his head, and his eyes fell on the explosion crater not far away that was still rising with astonishing heat and filled with all kinds of waste energy. , Joy soon surfaced on his face: "Ah, we still have harvested to check, friends—I thought I accidentally destroyed all the loot, but it seems that the elemental lord and the space rift are both destroyed after the destruction." They left us some good things, do you think these crystalline residues are worth anything?"

The attention of the adventurers finally returned to their "jobs". Lola and her companions followed the reputation and looked towards the still hot land not far away. They saw countless explosion craters bombarded by powerful spells And wrinkled, curled rock formations, fragments of the remains of the elemental lords are scattered throughout, and among the unquenchable flames and clouds of waste energy, fine crystals shimmer like gems at the bottom of the pit, stimulating adventure viewers.

...

In the New Agondor Civic Center, in the dark tower with a rough style and a large scale, the leader Heragor and the speaker Andal sat at a long table and looked at each other. A dragon warrior who came to report the situation stood in front of the two leaders. On the long table between them, there were some fine crystals in boxes.

After a long time, Speaker Andal finally broke the silence. The old black dragon looked strange, and his eyes fell on the warrior who reported the situation: "Are you sure? A legendary mage? In the adventurer's camp?"

"Yes, it has been confirmed. Although we have no way to directly 'test' that human mage for the time being, the battlefield handling team responsible for the aftermath can conclude that it is at least the full attack of the legendary mage," the dragon warrior responded earnestly, "And even if it is placed inside the legendary powerhouse, the strength of that mage should also belong to the upper class."

"This is too weird." Andal frowned, and turned to look at Heragor, "How could a legendary powerhouse and a mage with a high status in the human world run into the adventurer's camp... ...And I heard that he signed up for the ship at the port like other ordinary adventurers. Until today, he was doing some work in the camp like others to help level the terrain and build town shields... Have you seen Is this kind of thing?"

"Like you, I haven't had much contact with the civilized human race in this season. My information comes from the 'inspection records' collected on the Omega network," Heragor shook his head, "But anyway, this is true. It doesn't look like a normal legendary powerhouse's action mode... Could this be some kind of 'hobby' of that mage?"

"If it's really a hobby, it can be explained in any way - human beings are an incredible group, and it's not unusual for one of them to do anything." Andal shook his head with a strange expression, "but that mage claims to be passionate about I only signed up to join this group of adventurers because of adventures. I always have some doubts about it. Now Tarrond is open to the outside world for more than just adventurers, and spend more travel expenses as a tour. Aren't scholars more comfortable than working in an adventurer's camp?"

"If we have a chance, we should find a way to get in touch with that human mage to see what his purpose is." Heragor nodded, "A powerful spell caster like him should not be unknown in human society. , His name should have been included in the old Mithril Treasury archives, but unfortunately our database is completely destroyed now, and most dragons don't know anything about the Loren Continent..."

"Let's observe for a few days first. We need to be prepared before contacting him. After all, he is a legend. According to the standards of the human race, he is a strong man who deserves to be respected. Even in today's Tarrond It is an extremely valuable upper-level combat power," Andal pondered for a moment, then said slowly, "This matter can be put aside for the time being, what I care more about now...is these crystals."

His eyes fell on the small box on the table. In the metal box, the finely divided crystals exuded a faint glow like some kind of gemstone, even though they had been cooled for so long and were placed in a box with magical restraint. In the metal container of the effect, the elemental power contained in it still escapes from time to time, reflected in the perception of Andal and Heragor.

"This is the 'trophy' sent by the adventurer management center, from the defeated elemental lord and the destroyed elemental rift," Andal said, "The extremely high-quality elemental core, pure and stable, placed in the The old Tallond was considered a very valuable industrial raw material... But this is not the point, the point is the magic power remaining in these condensed nuclei, can you feel it, Heragor?"

"Yes, it is very weak, but it does exist. It is a qualitative change after the erosion of magic power... This kind of qualitative change should not occur in the pure elemental field." Heragor nodded slightly, and his expression became serious, " And this is not the first time we have discovered such traces... Three days ago, a combat team in the north also brought back a small amount of condensation core after closing the elemental rift that suddenly appeared, and there were similar qualitative changes in the condensation core. "

"So this cannot be caused by the magic of that legendary mage," Andal said in a deep voice, and at the same time reached out and took out an elemental nucleus the size of a fingernail from the container. His hands became active, and illusory flames and indistinct heat began to rise from the surface, but as the old speaker injected magic power into it, the restless power in the condensed core immediately quieted down, and after a few flickers, it completely became "The change is brought out from the other side of the rift, the side of the elemental domain... As you said, this kind of magic erosion should not occur there."

"Elemental field..." Heragor said thoughtfully, "Not only this kind of nucleation, but also the frequency of elemental fissures has actually increased recently..."

Andal didn't speak for a while, he was meditating, thinking about what the traces of magic power remaining in these condensed nuclei meant, until half a minute later he suddenly said: "Hragor, do you feel this kind of magic power erosion? The aura carried in it is a little... familiar?"

There was a trace of seriousness in Heragor's eyes: "Sure enough, you felt it too. At first I thought it was just my own illusion, after all, it was too weak..."

"It's the kind unique to the deep blue well, the shallow tributaries and the second to sixth layers of the webway," Andal said slowly, "I... am familiar with this kind of thing, you know, there is no such thing in Tarrond I was obsessed for a long time tracking the flow of the Deep Blue Well through the depths of the planet, and observed in its webways for centuries before it was completely sealed off."

Heragor said in a low tone: "What do you think this means?"

"...I'm not sure," Andal shook his head, "The veins of the Deep Blue Well run through the entire planet, and even penetrate multiple realms from the real world to the Shadow Realm and then to the Shadow Realm. Even the elements There are projections of the deep blue well flowing on the borders of the world and the Kingdom of God, and its scale is far beyond our imagination. The Dragon Clan once studied the deep blue well, but until the final rebellion happened 1.87 million years ago, we could not A complete drawing of the networkway model of the Deep Blue Well... So I don't know what is in the deepest part of this huge magic power flow system, let alone its complete operation law.

"But I know one thing. Under normal circumstances, the veins of the Deep Blue Well flow in an orderly manner. As part of the original structure of this planet, it will never change its 'path' casually, let alone suddenly Leaking, leaving so many erosion marks in the elemental lords and elemental rifts...at least in the past 1.87 million years, this has never changed."

"There have been changes," Heragor reminded, "According to the information we recently received from the Theocracy Council, a certain god who sheltered the land of Loren shot and detonated the Deep Blue Well in seven hundred years ago. The 'exit' of the real world to resist the tide of magic, the big bang changed the flow of the Deep Blue Well in the real world - this should be the only change in the past one million years."

Andal nodded slightly, his eyes fixed on the fine elemental nuclei in the container for a long time.

"...Shouldn't it be blown up again?"

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