Chapter 1561 The End of a Trip

In the darkness, Ms. Ye stood for a long time, her eyes seemed to span a long time and space, and always fell on the direction where the previous brilliant light and shadow gradually faded, even though the illusion of "Going to the Starry Sky" had disappeared He disappeared in the deep sea, but he did not dare to relax at all, because he knew that before the anchor point generator completely completed the injection process, before all the "anchors" reached the preset positions and were completely rooted, all of this would not be possible. It's settled.

As long as there is even the slightest nostalgia and longing for eternal authority and the power of gods in the hearts of the "outside wanderers", this process will be interrupted. Even if the process has reached the final step, the possibility of failure still exists.

But from the beginning to the end, there were no ripples in the deep sea. Ms. Ye just stood quietly by herself until a voice suddenly appeared in her ear: "The injection process is over, and the data migration is complete."

...

With a sound of "click", the shovel shoveled into the solid soil, the dry and cracked land and the gravel in the soil were rolled out, and were thrown to the side again. Next to this petite figure, another stooped figure also wearing a cloak raised his head while leaning on another shovel, looking at the misty wasteland in the distance.

A layer of hazy, dark and unclear mist shrouded the entire world, and all that could be seen in the mist was the vast wilderness that continued to extend in the field of vision. There were no houses, walls, or carriages in the wilderness. Travelers, there are only one tomb after another arranged in a haphazard manner in the barrenness. There are no tombstones in those tombs, and there is no sign that can represent the identity of the tomb owner in front of the tombs. The long sword, and at this moment, there are quite a few graves that have been dug up.

The graves that have been dug up are all empty.

"It seems we've been digging for a long time," said the stooped old traveler suddenly, his voice sounding a little older than before, "you see, here are all the graves we dug, the first one In what direction is it coming?"

"It's been so many years, who remembers," the petite figure who was struggling to swing the shovel stopped, straightened up and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and replied casually, "Anyway, I remember that when we first started digging, we were still in the city. Beside, there is not such a thick fog in that place... I can’t even figure out which direction the city is here.”

"Sometimes I wonder if I have been wandering in this boundless cemetery since I was born," the old traveler laughed, "We have been digging here for at least half a century, you don't seem to know Where exactly is your friend 'lying'?"

"I don't know," the petite figure said frankly, "I just dig by feeling, and I think I can definitely dig it—as long as the opportunity comes.

"

The old traveler was a little confused: "By chance? What does chance mean?"

"Fate... Ah, I can't remember what it means, it seems to be the word my friend told me," the petite figure thought for a while, and said uncertainly, "He knows a lot of strange things, It can also create a lot of weird words, many of which are exquisite and amazing when used to describe things, but there are also some words that are inexplicable, even if they are explained many times, they will make people feel incomprehensible... such as 'capacitor ’, and the ‘elevator’ thing.”

"It sounds like a word from another world," the old traveler shook his head, "Your friend should come from a place far, far away, right?"

"...Probably, but I don't care where he came from," the petite figure shrugged, and then raised the sharp and sturdy shovel that had been used for many years, "It's almost time to rest, Let's continue to work, today I must make this..."

As she spoke, the shovel in her hand had fallen into the dirt, and the soft "ding" sound and the clear feedback from her hand made her swallow the words behind her. Tomb, after a moment of doubt, a look of excitement finally burst into her eyes. She happily looked at her travel companion beside her, and raised the shovel in her hand again: "This, this, this! There is something wrong with this! Father, hurry up too! Let’s dig! Otherwise, we won’t be able to catch up with the tomb-opening ceremony!”

The two shovels immediately began to fly up and down, and the solid and stubborn soil had become loose at some point, and the stubborn stones in the soil had also turned into sand and stone clumps that could be scattered at the touch of a touch, and then the color of the soil gradually faded. The stone clumps turned into pale fine sand, the darkness and mist in the whole wilderness quickly receded, and the tombs turned into gently undulating sand seas, but the two travelers seemed to have not noticed these changes at all, they just They dug down quickly until a dark coffin came into their sight.

The petite traveler poked the shovel towards the coffin without hesitation, as if she had practiced this action countless times, her face was full of excitement, and her voice sounded particularly pleasant: "I dug you out again La!"

...

Gao Wen felt himself sinking and floating in the dark, a wonderful feeling of being unable to perceive the outside world and unable to control his body made him seem to have returned to the years when he was forced to hang in space as a satellite, but at this moment this sense of nothingness It was a little different from those days, in the darkness and emptiness, there was an unreasonable sense of peace that filled his mind, making all the irritability and uneasiness in his heart dissipate, and in this strange calm state, he could think a lot of things.

Thinking about my years in space, thinking about the days when I walked on the earth, thinking about my life, thinking about everyone around me, thinking about the conversation I had with Ms. Ye, and his "dreamlike" past. Everything he experienced in the phantom of "fifty years of phantom"—recalling the phantom that was almost fake, he seemed to have noticed some details, and he couldn't help laughing.

And it was at this moment of laughter that he realized that his body had returned - along with his five senses and six senses as a human being. He clearly felt that he was lying in a dark and cold place covered by a thick layer of Things wrapped up, and above, there was a constant noise of "dong dong dong". This strange and vaguely visual environment made him subconsciously stretch out his hand, trying to push the heavy object on top of his head. At the same time, , a familiar voice suddenly entered his ears: "I dug you out again!"

In the next second, he just pushed the heavy object on his head away, and a burst of pain landed on his fingertips instantly. This sudden blow made him subconsciously yell: "Damn it, who hit my hand!"

It was bright daylight.

Gao Wen suddenly sat up, and the moment he got up, the dark coffin also disintegrated instantly under him, turning into ordinary dust and blowing in the wind.

He raised his head and looked around, and found that he was in a boundless gray-white desert. In the distance, he could vaguely see the silhouette of a majestic giant city, and the sky was covered with thick gray-white haze. Amber and Modil stood beside him, There was some kind of confusion on the faces of the two of them, as if they had just woken up from a big dream, but they regained clarity in the blink of an eye, as if all the confusion had dissipated from their hearts.

In this very brief moment, Gawain seemed to see them wearing strange black cloaks and holding shovels in their hands, but he just blinked, and these things disappeared like an illusion.

"Old Zongzi," Amber came back to her senses, then took a step forward and grabbed Gawain's arm, and helped him up from the ground with all her strength—this process was somewhat funny and difficult considering her height, "I just now It's like a dream, in the dream I was digging graves everywhere..."

"Is that a dream? You are a dream come true!" Gao Wen was still getting used to the feeling of "returning to his body" again, he immediately stared at him, "You must have hit me just now!"

Amber shook her head repeatedly when she heard this, and then raised her finger to Modil: "That's what he hit!"

"Do you think I will believe it? I can feel where your aura is!" Gawain glared at the shadow assault goose. His hands and feet were still a little awkward, and he was a little dizzy when he stood up, but these discomforts It is fading quickly, which also gives him the strength to tease the other party, "Don't forget, your breath has never been hidden from my perception—I have remembered your breath since the day I came out of the coffin!"

Amber immediately shrank her neck and said nothing, Gawain turned his gaze to the great adventurer aside, and Mordir happened to cast his gaze to this side at this time.

"It seems that Ms. Ye made a 'joke' for us," Gao Wen laughed, "but judging by your appearance, you seem to enjoy this journey."

Modil finally showed a bright smile on his face, just like every hearty adventure comes to an end, he looks happy at this moment: "Of course, this is so interesting-I have experienced all kinds of things in my life. But this is the first time I have encountered such an interesting trip! Wandering at the border between virtual and real, shuttling between waking and dreaming, exploring in the maze of light and shadow—and finally brought you back to this place in such a wonderful way The world. There's nothing better to end an adventure than this!"

Gao Wen smiled and nodded. Before he could speak, a gust of wind suddenly swept from the edge of the desert. The wind stirred up dust all over the sky, and the dust circled and condensed behind them. The next second, a lazy And a majestic voice descended from the sky: "This is really good news, Mr. Great Adventurer, I'm glad to see that you are satisfied with this 'story' I prepared for you."

Gao Wen and the others immediately turned around following the sound, and they saw a magnificent and simple throne standing in the center of the empty desert at some point, and the ancient god who was like a mountain and like a dark cloud was leaning on the armrest of the throne. On the sky, the eyes hung down from the clouds in the sky. The eyes first fell on Modil, and then on Gawain: "The anchoring process went smoothly. You are more firm and clear-headed than I imagined."

Immediately afterwards, before Gao Wen could speak, Ms. Ye's eyes fell on Amber again: "It's nice to see you, my...'Shadow'."

Amber raised her head vigorously, and while trying to see Ms. Ye's face clearly, she couldn't help exclaiming: "My God! You are so tall!"

Then she seemed to want to say something again, but before she could speak, Gao Wen suddenly touched her shoulder.

Amber shut her mouth immediately, and only then did she notice the changes in Mordir who was standing next to her.

The great adventurer...is losing all color.

First from the hair, then to the eyebrows, then the clothes on the body, the skin, the walking stick... It seems that an invisible flowing water is washing this old man who defies time. Wherever the flowing water goes, all the colors fade away, leaving only The purest gray and white.

It was as gray and white as the desert of shadows under his feet.

Mordir himself obviously noticed this, he raised his hand to look, and with this movement, countless dust fell from his body, his whole body was like a dust statue at this moment, every breath It is a process of constant disintegration, but even so, there is still a smile on his face: "This... is also quite incredible, it's the first time I've seen it."

"Hey! Old man, you..." Amber was taken aback. She immediately subconsciously tried to maintain the shadow dust on Modil's body, but soon realized that it was futile, so she immediately looked up at Ms. Ye's face. Direction, "Is there anything you can do? He..."

"All journeys have an end," Mordir's voice interrupted her, and the old mage shook his head calmly, "Many, many years ago, my journey had actually reached its end, but I Wandering centuries before this end..."

Mordir's voice fell, and in front of Lady Night's throne, another voice as old as Mordir came from the black book: "Now is the time to put an end to this long adventure, one A good story needs an ending."

"Yes, an ending is needed." Modil nodded lightly, and walked towards the direction of the throne, "Some people will be crowned at the end, some will retire in the end, and some will live in the end. A peaceful and joyous day, and a bad old man who is adventurous... and finally reached the oldest god in this world..."

Modil slowly raised his head, and in a trance, he seemed to recall some yellowed pictures, that was six centuries ago, he also stood here, looking up at the ancient god like this moment, but in the next moment, this The memory fragments dissipated like the wind, leaving only the clear picture in front of me——

He saw that the steps leading to the seat of God stretched upwards in his field of vision, and a tall stone pillar stood in front of the steps. The large black book on the top of the stone pillar had been opened, and the pages turned to the end without wind blowing. On one page, lines of text constantly emerged on the blank page, and the black letters wrote the life of Mordir Wilde——

"At the end of the journey, the great adventurer Mordir returned to Lady Ye's throne. Six hundred years ago, he took the mission in front of this throne to convey a warning to the world. Today, six hundred years later, the world is already Get out of that disaster...

"The world is still not safe, but for the great adventurer, his mission is accomplished.

"So he raised his head, looked at the ancient god, and said—"

Modil looked up, with a smile on his face: "Ma'am, the news has arrived."

Ms. Ye lowered her head: "Thank you for your hard work so far, Mr. Great Adventurer."

A gust of wind blew across the throne, and Mordir's gray-white body suddenly turned into dust all over the sky, and then all the dust was swept and flew towards the stone pillar in front of the throne. The large black book on the top of the stone pillar was flipped quickly, and the dust Between every page that flowed into it, amidst the sound of flipping, the book finally closed with a bang, and on the dark cover, simple and simple words gradually emerged:

"Modir's Travels"