Chapter 1379 Section 13 Alan Continent Horror Story

Chapter 1379 Section 13. Alan Continent Horror Story

The three questions turned into a cold hand that suddenly grabbed Annan's heart, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Thinking carefully, he did trust the "truth" floating on the surface too much and ignored the shadow hidden under the ice.

"The innate spell can pull the trapped gods" was deduced by Annan according to logic and intuition, and it seems that there is nothing wrong.

But if they are really safe and sound, who built the prison to lock up the gods, and who broke the fragments of the temple?

Because of this, countless desperate believers committed suicide and fell into extremes just to get the answer from the gods.

Because Annan is a non-believer, he has never realized this.

Now that he realizes it, the surprise of discovering treasures has also been extinguished.

After all, even the temple that is made of mountain copper, has runes, and belongs to the gods has become fragments. Even if he builds the wizard tower to 100 floors, it seems to be just a stick that breaks at the touch.

Annan took a deep breath, trying to ease the heavy atmosphere caused by Lilith's straightforward words: "We have no evidence that it is the gods that are responding to us, but we also have no evidence that it is an indescribable existence that is responding to us. Maybe it is Martin who is responding to me?"

A proper sense of crisis can increase motivation, but excessive sense of crisis will turn into despair.

But it is not very useful. Everyone present is smart - and only smart people will worry about the future.

Papapapa--

Annan clapped his hands, and the reverberating applause attracted the attention of the mages.

"You know that I lived in Aunt Susan's house in Pinglin Town for a while, right?"

These mages who have been doing research and inventions in the Mage Tower for many years were puzzled, but they had more or less heard of Annan's legendary story.

"Aunt Susan and Uncle Hollin have a son named Martin. We always go to the woods outside the town to hang out together. One day, we met a group of dog-headed men. When they rushed towards us with barking, we ran faster than ever before."

"We ran home sweating profusely, thirsty and tired. I wanted to drink water, but found that there was only half a cup of water in the cup, which was not enough to drink. I felt very disappointed. But then Martin came in and said, 'Hey, here is half a cup of water!'"

"This Mr. Martin is a wise man." said a great wizard.

"Not necessary..." Annan changed the subject, "Anyway, at least the fragments of the temple are real. Instead of worrying meaninglessly there, it is better to turn anxiety into strength and let our wizard tower have the same runes as the temple. How about it?"

The story was made up by Annan, but the truth is true.

When the enemy is in front of us, should we shrink in the house and cry, or put on armor and go out to fight?

As for what happened to the gods... Wait until Spider-Man and Silly Cat come back, and then ask them clearly.

The mages looked at each other, and then bowed to Annan: "As Lord Annan wishes."

"How long will it take us to solve these runes?" Annan said relaxedly.

Lilith said: "The runes on the fragments are broken and incomplete, we need to repair them first."

"Broken?"

Annan looked at the fragments of the temple. Except for some runes on the edges of the fragments, most of the runes were complete.

Lilith didn't say anything, but released a spell to magnify the image, magnifying a rune on the fragment of the temple.

This rune has clear veins inside, just like the streets of a city are neatly arranged. Each vein is smaller than an ant and thinner than a hair.

"Are runes made up of these veins..." Annan's exclamation has not yet finished, and Lilith continues to magnify.

The veins that were originally arranged like streets gradually revealed their true appearance - countless closely connected chains.

Each chain is made up of tens of thousands of dense runes, and each rune is composed of crisscrossing magic circuits.

They are hundreds of times thinner than a hair, like the most perfect works of art.

In fact, these runes almost represent the highest level of magic skills in Allen's world.

Lilith manipulated the spell to slowly sweep across the fragments, passing through the tiny scratches, scratches, and gaps. These microscopic magic circuits are all terrifying gullies across the continent, bottomless abysses, and ruins of war.

If the magic circuit is compared to a street, then each rune is a star.

Lilith put away the spell at this time, and the rapidly retreating image made Annan feel as if he had risen from the street to the sky and left a world.

Then Annan realized that Lilith's words "it takes time, money, and people" were heavier than he imagined.

You know, the one who can repair the rune is not the worker in the industrial area, nor the apprentice who is responsible for helping, but the real wizard, and must be a wizard who is proficient in runes.

How long does it take to repair such a rune?

And there are at least thousands of runes on the surface of this five-meter-high and twenty-meter-wide fragment.

Thinking about the runes as numerous as stars, Annan felt his scalp tingling.

"Can we really restore it?"

Lilith said: "The runes are nested in each other, and forming one of them can stimulate part of the power."

No mistake, one post, one content, one 6, one book, one bar, take a look!

This is the only good news.

If he has to repair all the thousands of runes, he might as well sell them to the merchant Wilhelm.

"Then go and restore it, I will provide all support."

Nothing can win the favor of the wizards more than this sentence.

Any mage tower has to face the problem of allocation. After all, there are so many mages, and everyone has his own research topic, but the funds are limited. Who should be given?

If you want funds, you must first prove your value. But without funds, how to prove your value?

Therefore, most mages who join the mage tower are forced to suspend their research, join other people's topics, do things they don't want to do, and accumulate value.

Mages outside envy them for having a system, and they envy mages outside for being able to do what they want.

Lords as generous and trusting as Annan are rare - tower spirits like Lilith who are willing to train mages are also rare.

Generally speaking, the tower master and the mage tower are like the lord and the territory. All the people in the territory must listen to the lord, and all the mages must listen to the tower master.

If you want to speed up the repair of runes, you need more mages.

Where do mages come from?

So there is one more person to advertise?

Leaving a sentence "Leave it to me", Annan asked Lilith to send him back to the city lord's mansion.

A flash of light passed, and Annan appeared in Olmedo's office.

Annan grinned and turned slowly.

Olmedo raised his head from behind the documents that almost blocked her: "What's the matter?"

Annan, who tried to sneak away but failed, stood still: "Olmedo, I want to shoot a magic film that can promote the bank, sell golems, and recruit mages for the Mage Tower."

"Do you think we can find a famous and unknown celebrity?"

Olmedo wanted to say that Annan was whimsical, but he didn't expect Annan to suddenly shout excitedly: "I thought of it!"

"What?"

"I said I thought of what to shoot!"