Chapter 202

Orange Mask did not sit down, but stood there and said straight to the point:

"The return of the Victoria Dynasty has attracted the attention of countless people, and the reason why I came here is naturally for this reason. Since you know our Wuxiang Courtyard, you should also know the original intention and code of conduct of our courtyard, right?"

Although the Victorian dynasty did not leave much to them, some ancient knowledge was still passed down without fail.

What's more, Old Hank was the one chosen to call for help. Of course he knows this.

So Old Hank nodded immediately and said:

"I know, so you want to follow us to our royal capital?"

"Yes, the old capital you are waiting for is still a mystery to me, so I sincerely hope to follow you there. The old capital of the Victoria Dynasty is a history worth witnessing!"

"Dear Mr. Orange Mask, you may not know that we escaped from the encirclement only after a narrow escape. If you want to follow us back, you may not be able to go smoothly."

"Please don't worry about this. As long as you two agree to let me accompany you and take me to visit the royal capital as you please after we arrive at the royal capital where you are waiting. In exchange, I can guarantee that I can send you two intact. Go back to the old capital where you were waiting!"

Orange Mask put forward his request and reward very sincerely. Old Hank became suspicious:

"But as far as I know, isn't the Wuxiang Courtyard absolutely neutral?"

"Yes, we are just the audience, and the audience cannot interfere with the stage. But since we are on this stage, we must not be able to stay away forever. And you should also know that my reward is harmless."

Hearing this, Old Hank suddenly smiled bitterly.

"Yeah, it's harmless."

Old Hank and Orange Mask both knew exactly what this sentence meant. Orange Mask didn't do anything extraordinary, he just sent two people who could do nothing back to the graves of their own choosing.

"Okay, dear Mr. Orange Mask, you have convinced me. Although it should be a very short journey, I still wish us a happy cooperation!"

After Old Hank coughed a few more times, he stretched out his hand towards the orange mask.

Orange Mask also leaned slightly behind him and reached out to hold the other person's hand. However, looking at Old Hank who kept coughing, Orange Mask couldn't help but said:

"You two actually don't have to go back."

Old Hank and Cole both shook their heads and said:

"That's our hometown."

"..."

"Ah, yes, that is your hometown. Please forgive me for being abrupt!"

After being silent for a while, Orange Mask seriously expressed his apology to the two of them.

But I don't know if it was his own illusion, but Old Hank felt something was strange when Orange Mask said these words.

The quasi-angel seemed to be envious of them in his tone?

why is that? The two of them are just poor remnants who can't do anything. Do they have anything worthy of the envy of a dignified quasi-angel?

After expressing his abruptness, Orange Mask said to Old Hank and the others:

"Now that the cooperation has been reached, I will leave first."

After saying that, Orange Mask left Old Hank's room.

After taking a look at the deserted corridor, Orange Mask walked straight into the room next to the two of them.

After closing the door, Mozo took off the orange flowing mask.

Yes, the orange mask just now is Mo Zuo. This is also the most suitable identity that Mo Zuo can think of at the moment - the audience of Wuxiang Courtyard.

As a spectator, Mozo can naturally join in any event without causing too much resentment to others.

The most important thing is that this way Mozo can follow Old Hank and the others to the old capital of Victoria safely.

The reason why the purple mask used in the Forest of Holy Trees was not used was because the purple mask might be suspected of being the king of purge.

Looking at the orange streamer mask in his hand, Mozo couldn't help but said:

"Fortunately, I founded Wuxiang Courtyard very early on."

But after saying this, Mozo frowned for no reason. His spiritual sense seemed to be trying to tell him something?

Did he miss something? Or is there something happening somewhere invisible that needs your attention?

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Saragan is a very typical desert Gobi zone.

However, the reason why this place has become like this is not because of the terrain and climate factors, but because in the history of Saragan, this area that is keen on slave trading has broken out extraordinary wars many times.

The most typical ones are the several elven expeditions caused by the smuggling of elves.

Therefore, the Saragan region was tortured by high-sequence transcendent beings and became what it is today - deserts and Gobis everywhere, and only a few areas still have oases.

Moreover, there is no clear unified political power in Saragan, and the forces here exist in the form of slave city-states.

These city-states are located in many oases in the Saraqan Desert. They maintained a loose alliance with each other. This is naturally an alliance that cannot be compared with the merchant alliance at all.

After all, let alone fighting against foreign enemies together, it is already commendable that they themselves do not fight each other because of the slave trade.

The last secret contract with the eastern part of the Merchant Alliance was just a private communication between a large city-state in the name of the entire Sarakan. This was something that the long-dead Archduke of Nuremberg was completely unaware of.

But for the Saragan people, although their hometown was turned into a desert by the extraordinary people because of the slave trade, they actually don't care about this.

Because in the culture of the Saragan people, all they care about is gold coins and enjoyment. And as long as they have enough gold coins, they can still be happy even if there is a flood outside.

So no one cares that their hometown has turned into a desert because of their work. Anyway, they will continue to trade slaves as long as they can make money.

There is no way, this thing makes money too fast.

Therefore, Saragan's slave trade has always been incurable.

Unless there is some ruthless character who directly kills the people in the Kongsaragan area. However, this kind of thing rarely happened after the Age of Gods. In the Age of Gods, it was common for a region, a country, or even a race to be completely exterminated.

It’s just that in recent years, the Saragan people have become really afraid, not because they are afraid of retaliation for selling slaves, but because they are afraid of the plague!

The terrible plague caused by the Great Unclean One has always been raging in the city-state of the Sarakan people.

That is the terror of killing everyone regardless of high or low.

The Saragan people are keen on gold coins and enjoyment, but if they are infected with the extraordinary plague, it will really make the sky and the earth unable to function.

Saragans who are keen on enjoyment do not have the guts and courage to commit suicide to get rid of torture. They would hang themselves crazily in fear, and then be tortured crazily by the plague.

It has to be said that evil people still need to be punished by evil people.

Fortunately, recently not only the adults of the Duze Dynasty planned to intervene, but they even heard that the Great Unclean One had been killed by the Sun King!

This is undoubtedly a double blessing for most Saragan people.

But for those Saragans who began to worship the plague because they were afraid of the plague, it was a bolt from the blue.

Therefore, these plague believers followed a certain rumor and went to their 'holy place' - the plague garden that was burned to the ground by the flames.

Then they all become part of the nourishment.

After leaving the Duze Dynasty, Sanchez kept moving around in various places, and for some reason he appeared in this plague garden that was supposed to be a flaming ruin.

Looking at the carbonized dead tree, it was covered with Saragan people who were being sucked by the dead tree.

Sanchez knew that he was right - the Great Unclean One had really escaped from the Sun King!

269 ​​Sanchez’s new prophecy

In the past, he and the Great Unclean One were the only surviving angels and Sequence Ones on both sides.

So Sanchez didn't think that the god of plague would consume the last angel in his path in such a place.

It just so happened that Sanchez had heard some interesting news circulating secretly around Saragan recently - there was a way to salvation hidden in the long-burned garden.

There are many gardens in this world, but the most famous one is the Plague Path Garden of Plague.

For there is nothing more to calling the ultimate symbol of death and torture than a garden.

After hearing the news, Sanchez took the initiative to go to the garden prepared by the Great Unclean One in the Saragan Desert.

As a result, Sanchez arrived and saw such a scene - the charcoal that was supposed to be a dead tree was actually covered with human corpses, and blood-red straws continued to grow and parasitize on these corpses, constantly sucking With the blood and spirituality of these extraordinary beings.

Look at the bright red blood vessels attached to the charcoal. Sanchez recalled some not-so-good memories—the ceremonial altar used by his former chief god Buffy Morse to return was full of similar things.

That was the closest Sanchez came to death.

Even though he successfully stole the uniqueness of the Lord God, the cave and the altar were still Sanchez's lingering nightmare.

After shaking his head, Sanchez dismissed these inappropriate emotions and stepped into the charred and blood-red garden.

And deep in this so-called garden, an intact manor unexpectedly appeared. It is not a dome-shaped building that is very common in the Saragan area. Instead, it uses cross arches, flying coupons, slender columns, and a new frame structure to increase the strength of the top support, giving the entire building a straight, majestic appearance. The wide space inside the church, combined with the long windows lined with stained glass, creates a quasi-Gothic architecture with a strong religious atmosphere.

In this building that looks more like a church than a manor, what stands in the center is not a church or an icon, but a pool of clear spring, as clear as a mirror.

On the edge of the clear spring, squatting was a man wearing a wide white robe that was very common in the Saragan region.

The other party's very beautiful cheeks were now covered with a gentle smile. But what is surprising is that his reflection in the mirror-clear spring water has exactly the same appearance as him.

But it's not a gentle smile, but extreme anger!

The reflection seemed to have separated from the man and was constantly beating the water surface in the mirror, as if he wanted to break out of it, but unfortunately no matter how hard he beat or how angry he was.

Not only could his efforts fail to break the surface of the water, he couldn't even make a ripple appear on it.

All it can do is roar impotently and furiously beneath the surface of the water. And no one could hear what he was yelling at, like a perfect mime clown.

Seeing this, the man squatting beside him laughed even more happily.

But smiling, the man raised his eyebrows slightly and suppressed his smile. He didn't get up or turn his head but said behind him:

"Oh, isn't this the last prophetic angel, Mr. Sanchez? Why did you come to my little place?"

Sanchez, who visited the garden, also walked into it from the corner as if confirming the other party's words.

At this moment, Sanchez was looking at the quasi-Gothic buildings around him. After hearing the other party's slightly sarcastic words, Sanchez said with a smile:

"Instead of asking me, I want to ask you. It's fine if you want to go back to your garden. But why are you making such a fuss outside?"

Not to mention the dead woods outside filled with corpses of extraordinary beings, the rumors that spread throughout the entire underground world were enough to attract the attention of many people.

This is not a wise move for the followers of the evil god who need to cover up to survive. Even though it's bit sequence one that spreads everything.

After all, in a world where all gods are mortal, Sequence One is far from invincible.

But what is surprising is that after both parties finished speaking, they both felt something keenly.

Sanchez turned his gaze from the Gothic-like buildings to the man, and the man stood up for the first time and turned to look at Sanchez with a frown.

In the end, both sides fell into surprise.

Immediately afterwards, the teasing, deep-seated contempt and amusement that had existed on both sides just now completely dissipated.

What then appeared was that the two people were bowing to each other with utmost seriousness.

"It was really rude just now, my dear sir!"

"Me too, dear God Sanchez!"

After saluting each other, both parties stood up, and both saw the same curiosity, surprise and deep surprise in each other's eyes as their own!

Sanchez put his hands on his waist and said respectfully to the man:

"I don't know what you are planning, but I think you will be very interested in the prophecy I bring you!"

The extremely handsome man immediately said respectfully:

"Of course, I am very interested in the prophecies of the God of Prophecy!"

After Sanchez smiled, he snapped his fingers and let an invisible force drag a stone slab out of nothingness.

Prophets love to engrave their predictions on stone tablets. Some say this comes from the original god of prophecy, Grenfell Mangesmanriel, who died in the Third Battle of Revenge of the Dragonborn. Others believe that this should come from the origin of the unity of all things.

But no matter what, every major prophecy that has changed the world is engraved on stone tablets. For example, the most famous one is the blasphemous tablet that predicted the death of the original.

And the stone tablet that Sanchez brought today, he is confident that it will also be a prophecy that can change the world.

The extremely handsome man walked up to the prophecy slate with a smile. It was not some obscure ancient language, but something clearly engraved on it in common language.

But the content it represented made the man very obviously surprised.

"The mottled canvas contains remnants of the past, and the fire that burned the world has not burned everything."

"It was a fire fueled by loyalty and deceit and sacrifice."

"The past, the present, the future, everything will change because of this."