Chapter 1213 Some Answers

The latest website: In the sudden spinning and the loud bang in his mind, Modil felt his soul was suddenly pulled away, and he was floating in a state of emptiness and emptiness. He didn't know how long he had been floating , I only felt that I had quickly crossed a long "distance" that mortals could not understand-then, his broken soul was roughly stuffed back into his body like a rag.

A moment later, the old mage woke up leisurely, and made a defensive posture reflexively at the moment of regaining consciousness. He touched his battle staff with one hand, and touched the enchanted dagger for body protection with the other hand. What followed was a bunch of instant protection spells... He clearly remembered that the same process happened not long ago.

But this time, he didn't wake up in that black, white and gray world—after opening his eyes, he saw the familiar single dormitory for adventurers, and everything he saw had normal and bright colors, What came from the window were the vibrant sounds of the adventurer camp, and at the same time, the dim skylight that was unique to the polar night came in through the cracks in the window.

"This is really crazy..." Mordir muttered, but his spirit did not relax at all. He quickly checked all the details in the room, and confirmed that everything was the same as he remembered, then came to the window, Fingers brushed the fine dust on the window sill.

He touched the same spot on the window sill in that black and white faded world, but at this moment the dust here has not been brushed away.

The old mage went to the window and opened the window panel a little. Under the nearby street lamps and the extremely dim sky, he saw people coming and going in the adventurer camp. It seemed that another group of teams had completed the cleaning or exploration around the camp. Quest, the joyful adventurers are going to bars, casinos and other places of entertainment with their friends. A dragon who maintains a human form, with many scales on his face and arms, just passes by. He looks at Modi In the direction of Er, he greeted with a friendly smile.

Modil smiled and nodded in response, and then retreated to the desk on the side of the bed. His face quickly became serious, and he sat on the rough and practical wooden chair, frowning and thinking about what happened before. The dizziness still surged up wave after wave, interfering with the thinking and memory of the old mage, he had to use spells to calm his mind several times to make his mind feel better, and in the process, he barely let the Sort out the memory of a "strange dream".

Then, as if he suddenly remembered something, he raised his hand and gestured in a certain direction, and a thick sheepskin booklet flew to his hand without a sound. The old mage put down his dagger, reached out and opened the second half of the note, His eyes changed slightly.

There is a new handwriting in the booklet, which is the words he left in that black and white faded world——since he woke up from the dream, his thoughts on the barren land of sand and the mountain-like female god The records are clearly presented on the parchment, and upon closer inspection, the ink on the paper is not even dry.

"Dreams affected reality? Or did I unconsciously leave these records in my sleep? Or was the previous experience real, and I was in a superimposed state of reality and illusion? Or is it the Shadow Realm's response to the real world? ..."

While muttering various guesses in a low voice, Mordir slowly scanned the words with his fingers, trying to find some clues from the records he left, when suddenly, his fingers stopped——

He was seeing the huge female god in the record talking about his dream with the "great storyteller" who never showed up. It turned into a mess of ink dots and curves, like murmurs in a dream, completely unrecognizable.

Modil immediately began to recall the corresponding memory in his mind, and cold sweat slowly seeped from his forehead - he found that the memory in his mind was also missing, and it seemed that the memory had just become blank in this second, He could even clearly feel the "empty" sense of disobedience in his mind, and after a few seconds, that sense of disobedience disappeared, and he finally could not remember the dream described by the female god at all. What exactly is the content.

The old mage took a deep breath, controlled his accelerating heartbeat, and suddenly turned to the last part of the note with a certain determination - he saw the female god stand up and face an indescribable terrifying monster , This record is still there, and he also saw a picture of a starry sky appearing on the back of the throne after the female god got up at the end of the text... The record was completely interrupted here.

"Starry sky...starry sky..." Modil slowly closed his notes, and tapped his forehead with the battle staff held in his other hand, "I did see the huge throne back showing a The picture of the starry sky, but I can’t remember what it looks like at all... No, with a mage’s mind, I should at least remember some... Memory problem again? Or some kind of powerful spiritual restraint?"

The old mage suddenly stopped tapping his forehead, and frowned: "No, I can't continue thinking about it. There is a risk of contamination. This matter has to be suspended for a while."

The great adventurer's rich experience of killing and not dying began to play a role. Modil stopped from the edge of the dangerous exploration. He took a few deep breaths to let his heart and mind gradually return to normal, and then put away his notes. Get ready to get out for some fresh air before heading to the Adventurer's Bar for a drink.

But just as he was about to walk to the door, a not-too-unfamiliar breath entered his perception. The old mage stood still at the door, and then he heard a polite knock on the door and a young woman's voice from outside: "Mo Master Dill, are you up yet?"

Modil opened the door and saw a young girl with black hair and black dress standing in front of him.

He knew this girl—he once met the hill made of clusters of crystals, and he knew that this gentle and delicate girl was actually a giant black dragon, and it should be the leader of the dragon tribe, He Lagor's exclusive courier.

"I hope I didn't disturb your lunch break, Master Mordir," the black dragon girl bowed slightly, with a smile on her face, "I'm sorry to visit you rashly during your rest days——I have an invitation."

"Don't worry, I just woke up," Mordir raised his eyebrows, not looking very surprised, "Your Excellency Heragor is looking for me again?"

The black dragon girl nodded: "Boss, please go to the meeting hall in the inner city, is it convenient now?"

"It's nothing inconvenient," Modil said casually, and at the same time he raised his hand and gestured to the side, and the robes, hats and other things hanging on the coat rack immediately flew by themselves, and they were dressed neatly on him. There are no arrangements, and there are some things I want to discuss with your leader-he should be a well-informed man... Dragon."

While talking, he walked out, but then suddenly remembered something, and looked at the black dragon girl in front of him with a strange expression: "Speaking of which, if you go to the inner city, you don't need to fly there... I really can't do it myself You can fly too..."

He was recalling the experience of being taken to the top of the mountain by the other party's paws last time-it was obviously not a comfortable transportation experience.

"Of course not," the black dragon girl couldn't help laughing, obviously thinking of the same thing, "The inner city council hall is not far from here, we will be there soon."

In the inner city of New Agondor, in the conference hall that was restored and transformed from a half-collapsed old factory facility, a reception room was lit with warm and soft lights. Mordir came here under the leadership of the black dragon girl , and the leader of the dragon clan who has lived for a long time and accumulated a long knowledge unimaginable by humans has been waiting here for a long time.

After entering the room, the black dragon girl with ear-length short hair left silently, and Mordir tidied up his mage robe a little bit, then walked towards the golden dragon who kept the human form, who happened to come from He raised his head from the desk case, and looked at the great adventurer wearing a black soft hat with pale golden vertical pupils.

"Your Excellency Heragore, you are looking for me this time..."

Just halfway through Modil's words, Heragor's expression suddenly changed. The dragon leader suddenly stood up, leaning forward and staring at the old mage, as if he wanted to examine the latter's soul through this body : "Master Mordir, where did your soul go before?!"

Modir swallowed back the words behind him immediately, his astonishment lasted less than half a second, and he realized that the powerful golden dragon in front of him must have seen something wrong with himself, and at the same time he himself was the first to Time thought of the grotesque experience he experienced not long ago in the black and white space suspected of being in the shadow world, and his expression instantly became serious: "Your Excellency Heragor, have you found anything?"

"Your soul has a very obvious...exotic aura," Heragor stared at Mordir's eyes, the golden vertical pupils belonging to the giant dragon reflected the figure of the old mage on one side, and on the other hand Reflecting a pale, blurred soul, "Some kind of power that doesn't belong to the real world has left a deep imprint on your soul...but this power is fading fast, if you come later, I'm afraid even me I can't see the traces anymore."

"Really?" Modil looked astonished, but at the same time he had some doubts, "This shouldn't be...how could I not be aware of the problem with my soul..."

"I'm afraid that imprint also interfered with your judgment, or the power behind that imprint is too strange, in your 'spiritual blind spot,'" Heragor's expression did not relax at all, "Master Mordir, what happened? what?"

"...I had a dream, and it may not be a dream. As you said, my soul may have temporarily fallen into a different space similar to the Shadow Realm," Mordir thought for a while, thinking that the dragon in front of him The leader didn't need to plan anything for himself on this kind of issue, and he had the intention to inquire about certain things from the other party, so he no longer concealed the weird "dream experience" and said in detail, "Things Just a few hours ago, I woke up from a dream and saw a barren wilderness covered with gray-white dust and broken boulders, and a black and broken city ruins that seemed to be impossible to reach forever...

"I also saw a figure as huge as a mountain sitting on a collapsed throne. The throne was made of an unknown off-white material, and it seemed to have been integrated with the surrounding sand and dust. The lower part of the throne looked like It’s some kind of religious altar; that figure looks like a woman, wearing a long black dress with no style or material, and there are gray-white cracks or lines wandering on her body like superimposed light and shadow. I can’t see her appearance clearly, but able to hear her voice...

"I also heard my own voice, but I couldn't see where that voice came from..."

In order to get as much help as possible, Mordir described in detail what he remembered, and then added his brief "dream" on the boat. Finally, until Modil's narration finally came to an end, the leader of the dragon clan breathed a sigh of relief, and asked with a serious expression: "Before boarding the mechanical ship that departed from Beigang, did you ever experience anything like this?" experience, right?"

"That's right," Mordir knew what the other party wanted to say, "It can be considered that this phenomenon only appeared after approaching Tarrond."

"The black-and-white space similar to the Shadow Realm, the endless gray-white desert, huge rocks... and the black city ruins that seem to be impossible to reach forever..." Heragor frowned and said to himself in a low voice, " The huge collapsed throne, and the altar structure under the throne..."

"Do you know where that is?" Modil couldn't help asking, "You have lived for nearly two million years, there should be nothing in this world that you don't know."

Heragor shook his head: "There is no true all-knowing person in this world, and even the eyes of gods have limitations. I have no impression of the place you described, whether it is the real world or the shadow world, or those weird Neither the elements nor the spirit planes have a completely matching environment..."

Modil didn't hide the disappointment on his face: "Is that so...you don't even know about it."

Heragor continued to shake his head: "Sorry, I can't help you in this regard, but I agree with your judgment - the environment in that place is very close to the Shadow Realm, although there are still many unexplainable contradictions, But it definitely has a lot to do with the Shadowlands, and..."

The golden dragon stopped suddenly, and the expression on his face became very strange——the expression contained a little fear, a little suspicion, and more nervousness and solemnity.

He raised his head and stared into Modil's eyes with unprecedented solemnity: "Can you describe again what that huge 'lady' looks like?"

"Of course," Mordir nodded immediately, and described the lady who seemed to be a god he saw in the "dream" again, and at the end he suddenly remembered something, and added, "By the way, I still I remember that when He faced the terrifying and blasphemous monster at the end, a weapon appeared in his hand. It was a scepter condensed from the gray-white cracks wandering around her body. It was half black and half white, and had a very strong sense of presence. I can barely take my eyes off that thing..."

"Half-black and half-white scepter!?" Heragor's eyes widened instantly, as if some vague guess he had just had was suddenly confirmed. Seeing his gaffe, he sat down slowly.

"It seems that you know the identity of that 'lady'," Modil judged from the other party's reaction, "What is it that I saw..."

"As you guessed, Master Mordir, a god," Heragor exhaled softly, "but he is not a god of this era... He has been missing for more than 1.8 million years. "