Chapter 1215 "Yu Ling"

The latest website: Listening to Andal's words, the expression on Heragor's face became more serious, and the room fell into a short period of silence. In the silence, the former dragon priest suddenly drew a picture in the air with his fingers A complex pale golden rune was formed——as the rune gradually dissipated, the entire room was enveloped by invisible power, and it was isolated from the outside world.

"What do you think about that monster?" He looked at Andal in the communication interface and asked in a low voice.

"Since the advent of the Voyager to the present, every civilization change on this planet has been under our watchful eyes. We have recorded every god born during this period...including their real names, mythological characteristics, areas of authority, and even The wreckage fragments left after the accidental fall, but I recalled all the information just now, and I couldn't find a god that fits Modil's description, even considering the possible 'distortion' factors that may occur in the long-term seal or exile state. ..."

"Shapeless pieces of meat, irrational roars, flowing appearances, changing runes—this is not the form that normal gods should have, and even evil gods are not so blasphemous and ugly," Heragor said in a deep voice, "Normal gods come from the shaping of thoughts, while the thoughts of mortals are rooted in the 'average reason' of mortals. Reason does not allow such twisted and frantic products to be created in the thoughts, unless there is a problem in the birth process of this god at the beginning... …

"The thing described by Mordir has very obvious characteristics of out-of-control madness, but it can fight against ancient gods like Lady Ye, and it seems that it has been against an unknown number of years, which shows that its fighting instinct is very powerful, even It is possible that his 'madness' is his 'normality', that beneath the seemingly out-of-control surface, perhaps he still has sanity and even... wisdom."

Andal nodded slightly, and said while thinking: "Gods will decline significantly after losing the support of faith, but if a god has survived for more than 1.8 million years, that's another matter. Ms. Ye is with us The gods of the past are equally ancient gods, no one knows how much power and wisdom he has accumulated in such a long time... and the "evil gods" who can fight against him so far are at least equivalent to it..."

Heragor didn't speak, but fell into silence while maintaining a thoughtful appearance. After an unknown period of time, he suddenly broke the silence: "To be honest, have you also thought of it..."

"The things bred in that tower," Andal's expression changed obviously, and he said in a complicated and serious tone, "Although there is no clear evidence, if the scope is limited to 'god-like but not god-like' things, I think I can only think of that."

"That's true," Heragor agreed, "The gods bred from the legacy of the voyagers indeed meet the conditions of 'abnormal birth process', and due to the rapid destruction of the Reverse Tide Empire, the gods they created also It is indeed very possible to be in that state of out-of-control madness, and some of the details mentioned by Mordir fit the characteristics of 'out-of-control knowledge', but there is a problem...that thing,

Shouldn't it be in the tower? ! "

The two dragon chiefs at both ends of the communication device fell silent at the same time. After a few seconds of silence, Andal spoke in a very serious tone: "Maybe we should take some risks... That tower can't be left alone forever."

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Thick and dark city walls guard the strangely stacked city. Towers stand between the row upon row of eaves and spires pointing to the sky. And winding alleys spread across the surface like some kind of intricate lair—the buildings in this city of a thousand towers are so densely packed that almost any figure walking in the city will be overwhelmed by these piled buildings. Covered up, even if you occasionally see people wearing mage robes flying between the houses, they are as swift and hurried as night ghosts.

And in the center of the city of thousands of towers, the towering royal tower "Dark Court" stands under the ever-dark vortex of the sky as always, and the "Eye of Night" floating on the top of the tower exudes a cool and dim light, overlooking it quietly. The city below seems to have a certain divine detachment.

All the way down from the inside of the tower, after passing through the layers of floors, houses and corridors, is the "Night Cave" at the bottom of the tower, where the "dreamless" who are in charge of guarding are gathering in the mirror-like Beside the pitch-black "water pool", vital ceremonies are being carried out devoutly, and the tops of the long staffs in their hands exude a different light than in the past - it is a group of pale flames, as if a glimmer of light squeezed out of the shadows Usually, they burn silently, but can only illuminate a small area around them.

Under the twilight, the guards prayed in unison, and deep and obscure syllables flowed from their throats. They were ancient spells, a language that no longer belonged to this era, and these voices were superimposed on the At the same time, they are as grotesque as a dreamy nightmare, they echo in the cave, appear everywhere and disappear at any time.

This kind of prayer lasted for an unknown amount of time before the leader of the guards suddenly stopped, and then the people around him stopped praying one by one in a certain order, with the echoing voices in the cave gradually calming down, every time Everyone's eyes couldn't help falling on the surface of the mirror-black "water pool"——under their gaze, the dark surface was extremely quiet at first, and then ripples suddenly appeared.

The guards looked tense, and they were always on the lookout for unexpected changes in the mirror, but when a deep and gentle murmur came out of the mirror, every guard's nerves were obviously relaxed.

Their leader listened attentively, as if he recognized a clear purpose from the deep and gentle voice, he nodded while listening, with a respectful and joyful expression on his face, until all the voices disappeared, and the ripples on the mirror surface returned to calm , he took a slight step back, and the pale flame at the top of the staff in his hand also turned into a normal magic light cluster.

At the top of the dark palace, in a circular room covered with a dark red carpet, Nash Nart, Prince of Mysteries, was sitting at his desk reading a letter sent from afar. Suddenly, he seemed to sense something and looked up at the desk. On the edge—a crystal ball floating there lit up in the next second, and inside the crystal ball emerged the slightly pale face of the leader of the underground watchman.

"Prince," said the leader of the watchmen, with respect in his tone, "the ceremony is over."

"Thank you, Rudolph, is everything going well?" Prince Nash put down the letter in his hand, and nodded slightly to the leader of the watchman, "What metaphor did our lord send?"

The look of the leader of the watchman became reverent and solemn: "The Lord said, let us continue to follow the previous direction. We must continue to select intelligent and qualified talents from Loren Continent, teach them the mysteries of magic, and continue to assist Loren. The mortal race of the Lun Continent builds their knowledge system and guards the progress of this season's civilization—now that the time is approaching, we can start preparing for the selection of the next batch of apprentices."

"Hmm..." Prince Nash nodded lightly, as if all of this was within his expectations, "Is there no more metaphor? Did the Lord mention whether He will return?"

"I never mentioned it," the leader of the watchmen shook his head, "The Lord seems to need a longer time to sleep."

"I understand," Prince Nash sighed, nodded and said, "Go down and rest, the time for the changing of the guard is coming soon."

The black-robed man in the crystal ball bowed slightly, and his figure quickly disappeared in front of Prince Nash, and it was not until the crystal was completely dimmed that the mysterious prince behind the desk finally got up, and he walked in the room with a thoughtful expression. Walking slowly. After walking around like this, he stopped suddenly, and a simple magic mirror hanging on the wall not far from him lit up almost at the same time.

The mirror reflected the scene in the room, but it did not reflect the figure of Prince Nash. Instead, a beautiful lady with a quiet temperament came out from the depths of the mirror, as if walking towards a window. Went to the mirror.

"Berna Dido," Prince Nash looked at the man in the mirror, frowning slightly, "Aren't you resting? I remember that today is the day for the tower's core inspection..."

"Aha—I'm resting, but I can't pretend I didn't see you going around and around," the lady in the mirror said helplessly, "Don't forget that your mind is closely connected with the dark court - Tell me, what happened again that made our mighty Prince of Secrets so worried? Could it be that the giant dragons in the north finally made up their minds to come to the island to cause trouble? Make trouble, more than 10,000 sea monsters got lost and swam to Violet, and landed in Prandell?"

Before Bernadette finished speaking, Prince Nash was already sweating down his feet. He shrank his neck and waved his hands: "Stop, stop, when did your imagination become so strong—that kind of scary scene is also thanks to you Come out."

"So what happened?" Bernadette raised her eyebrows, "It's rare for you to be in such a worried state."

Prince Nash hesitated for a moment, but finally felt that there was nothing to hide from the man in the mirror, so he nodded slightly and said, "You should know that today is a day of prayer, and Rudolph led the Dreamless to pray in the Night Cave... "

"Ah, I know I know," Bernadette nodded immediately, "What's the matter? Our Lord has finally decided to wake up and return to the world?"

"No," Prince Nash shook his head, "The Lord has not yet awakened, He just issued a metaphorical order from the dream, ordering us to continue to carry out the previous will, to select apprentices from the Loren Continent to teach, and to teach the violet magic in the Loren Continent Mystery..."

"Is there any problem with this?" Bernadette tilted her head, and three shimmering question mark patterns appeared on the mirror, "Didn't we all do this hundreds of years ago? At that time I didn't see you being upset about it."

"I don't have any idea about recruiting apprentices, but about helping the mortal kingdoms in the Loren Continent to build a magic system... Suddenly I am a little confused," Prince Nash carefully considered his words and sentences, even in "The Man in the Mirror" In front of him, he didn't want himself to show any doubts and negligence towards the "Lord", "You, like me, have been paying attention to the changes in the situation in the Loren Continent these years. In your opinion, the countries in the Loren Continent are really Do you still need us to 'help' build a 'magic system'?"

Bernadette frowned, as if she couldn't understand why Prince Nash had such an idea suddenly, but she still thought about it seriously and said her opinion: "If you don't take me to retrain after listening If so—I think it’s quite unnecessary.”

Prince Nash didn't speak, but just signaled the lady in the mirror to continue talking with his eyes.

"Before the Deep Blue Well exploded, the Gondor Empire and many countries around it were indeed deeply damaged. It is a fact that the magic technology failed and the old knowledge system collapsed. At that time, they really needed our help, but after so many years, the Loren Kingdom It has been proved that they are not incompetent people - they have either established a new magic system with our help, or have developed new technology with their own efforts. Typhon built modern magic on the basis of Gondor's heritage, The Ogure tribe has unique witchcraft and goblin spells, Ansu...now called Cecil, they even created a magical machine based on the old magic...you should know these things better than me .

"It is very obvious that these countries have come out of the shadow of that disaster on their own, and they are doing well now. Of course, the traditional mages still yearn for the endless mysteries of Violet, the 'country of mages', and they yearn for us knowledge, eager to become an apprentice in the city of a thousand towers, but from the perspective of the country and even civilization... I don’t think the Loren Continent needs our kind of systematic help anymore.”

Having said that, the lady in the mirror paused, and said in conclusion: "All in all, I think it's okay to recruit magic apprentices, but when it comes to 'helping' the countries in the Loren Continent to build a magic system... I think this is a bit out of touch It's time."

Prince Nash looked at Bernadette in the mirror, and sighed helplessly: "...if your words are known by the senior members of the Arcane Society, I am afraid they will really tear them down and retrain them."

Bernadette stared at her immediately: "Hey, you asked me to say these!"

Prince Nash waved his hand, indicating that he was just joking, and then slowly said with a somewhat weird expression: "Actually... I think the same. I know, I shouldn't question the Lord's will, and His original intention Obviously it is also to help the mortal civilization in this season, but with the changes in the actual situation of the Loren Continent in the last hundred years, I have to start to wonder whether what we have been doing is still necessary. To say something extremely offensive... Lord Him ...It seems that I don't understand the changes in this world..."

Listening to Prince Nash's words, Bernadette's face in the mirror changed slightly, and the next second she looked into Nash's eyes very seriously: "Be careful, Nash—of course the Lord is omniscient and omnipotent."

Prince Nash was stunned for a moment, and immediately felt that he had slipped his words. After quickly restraining those thoughts that were too wandering in his mind, he straightened his expression and nodded slightly: "I understand, of course the Lord is omniscient and omnipotent."

"Then under the premise that the Lord is omniscient and omnipotent, all the arrangements He made must have His reason," Bernadette said with a straight face, deliberately deadpan, "He thinks we should help Loren nations, and teach the mysteries of magic to races such as humans, elves, and dwarves for free, then we should do so."

Prince Nash looked at the man in the mirror helplessly: "...Your tone is really like those old people in the secret society."

Bernadette in the mirror put away her deliberately serious expression when she heard the words, and asked a little nervously: "In this way, they shouldn't dismantle me and retrain me, right?"

"I wouldn't have it," Prince Nash sighed, "Do you know how expensive you are..."