Chapter 3406 Relics

The power of an apostle does not lie in its destructive power after use, but in its deterrent power when it is not used.

Therefore, Master Dewey, who has the friendship of two apostles and the friendship of a giant dragon, is equivalent to erecting a protective net for his business empire and Fort Vicky.

As long as Lotus, Luke, and Spitz did not leave Zephyr Continent for a day, this protective net would remain in effect.

After spending a few days in Wychburg, I took the airship back home.

Before I entered the door, someone called me. When I turned around, I saw that it was the staff of the Adventurer Base. They asked about the situation, and then I realized that someone had called me.

When I picked up the call, it turned out to be the lord of York and Han City, Simmons Locke.

After asking for details, I learned that it turned out to be a ruins unearthed in York and Han City. This ruins was very strange. It had no door or entrance. There was only a high platform. On the high platform, there were many unknown characters carved on it.

It was precisely because it was an unfamiliar text that Simmons Locke thought of me. After all, he had a rich family background, and there were only two types of texts that could really stump him. One was the official text during the goblin rule, and the other was, It is ancient writing.

The ancient writing here is different from the ancient writing on my left arm. The ancient writing on my left arm is also called ancient writing, goblin writing, and elven writing. It is said to be the oldest writing ever created.

The purpose of this kind of writing is not to write, but to create.

It is said that the prototype of Zephyr Continent was created using this kind of writing.

Although it sounds incredible, think about the infinite energy of the magic airship. Doesn't it rely on an ancient text to continuously charge?

The ancient texts mentioned by Simmons Locke are only the official texts of ancient times, or in other words, they are the carriers of communication given to humans by the God of Creation.

Apart from being able to communicate, it does not possess any other strange powers.

Even so, Simmons Locke still feels that this thing may have something to do with me. After all, I am a goblin in the world, and so far, one of the only pure-blood goblins they know.

Simmons Locke also knew that Lizzy was also a pure-blood fairy, but he believed that Lizzy was different from me. After all, she was a pure-blood fairy who was abandoned in the slums of Airey City. Whether it was her behavior or her knowledge, Thoughts are closer to humans.

But I am completely different from her.

Although I also live in the human world, I was born in an unknown village in the city of York and Han. Even Simmons Locke once searched for that village based on the address I gave, but in the end he returned without success.

This means that this village is not as simple as imagined.

It should be closely related to the ancient fairies, but because of the ancient fairies' vast magical powers, he couldn't figure out the key, so he had to give up.

But because of this, he felt that I should also have received some knowledge inheritance from ancient fairies, at least more reliable than Li Zi.

Furthermore, I am his nephew and grandson-in-law, so it may be simpler and more direct to discuss some things with me.

I am satisfied with what Simmons Locke has done.

Although he wanted me to help analyze it, no matter how he did it or the words he used when chatting with me, he seemed quite cordial. Many of the words he said were based on discussion. How could such an elder not gain the love of the younger generation?

So I agreed immediately, and the next morning, I took an airship to York and Hancheng.

Together with Simmons Locke, we arrived at the location of the ruins.

Standing on the edge of the pit and looking down, it is really a cylindrical platform.

I jumped into the pit, bent over my desk and took a look, and suddenly realized that I actually knew every word on it.

But I clearly remember that I had never come into contact with the words on it before.

Just when I was puzzled, Odachi's voice sounded in my mind: "Isn't this the memory of your body, brat?"

Ontological memory?

This reminder, like a loud bell and a big drum, woke me up.

Don't tell me, it's really possible.

My predecessor, the real descendant of the ancient fairies, after his life was taken away by the power on his left arm, his soul has actually always been in this body, coexisting with my soul, but I never realized it. His presence.

It wasn't until I went to the demon world that he separated his soul from this body and said goodbye to me. When he said goodbye, he also gave me the little fairy power he had mastered.

But the power of goblins is so miraculous, how can it be discovered by humans?

In addition to being used for combat, it is estimated that the power of fairies also contains memories.

And this memory is exactly the memory of the previous descendant of the ancient fairy.

In other words, our memories are shared.

After possessing his memory and power, I can barely be regarded as a descendant of the ancient fairies in the true sense.

And the descendants of ancient fairies who have received inheritance are naturally very proficient in ancient writing.

Naturally, you can recognize it clearly.

"It says here that this is a temporary military base from ancient times, and there is no indication of its ownership."

"Military base?" Simmons Locke frowned: "Are there any military facilities inside?"

"Maybe." I thought for a moment and then said, "Maybe not."

"What does it say above?"

"It only says that this is a temporary military base, used to resist foreign invasion, and there are some names, but they are all strange. I guess they should be the names of generals or soldiers who fought here at that time."

"Did you tell me how to open the entrance to this military base?"

Simmons Locke asked again.

"I didn't say." I shook my head: "But I suggest that you try to force it open."

"Forcibly break it open?" Simmons Locke's eyes flashed: "Is there any danger?"

"I don't know about that." I spread my hands and said, "It doesn't say anything here, but according to common sense, since it is a military base, there should be military facilities. It should be a little dangerous, I guess. Yes, after all, this is a weapon from ancient times, who knows if there may be any weapons of mass destruction in it."

"Like...the weapons of the Sky Clan people?"

Simmons Locke asked tentatively.

"Maybe, after all, it doesn't say it's a military base of that country."

After pondering for a moment, Simmons Locke called the secretary and expressed his thoughts.

An hour later, a group of ragged guys were brought over.

Even though these people were dressed in rags, they all had extraordinary temperaments, ferocious looks, fierce eyes, or cold bodies. In short, none of them were easy to get along with.

"they are?"

"Death row prisoner" Simmons Locke said: "They are all extremely evil people. If they die here, their families can be given a large pension. If they survive, their sentences will be commuted."