Chapter 606 457 Lizard Figurines

Unlike other species on Lustria, Quetzalcoats are extremely rare, powerful, and mysterious beings among the Lizardmen. They are wonderful, both terrifying and awe-inspiring.

Quetzalcoats are rare flying serpentines with an exceptionally long serpentine body that wriggles gracefully behind magnificent wings and ends in a forked tail. A crest of purple feathers runs along its spine, with short spurs studded with shimmering blue scales. Their wings are massive, at least 30 meters long from end to end, allowing them to fly through dense jungles or soar through the air, supported by the winds they summon.

The wingtip feathers, in particular, are spectacular, ranging from deep blue to indigo to dazzling violet, indicating their affiliation with Typok. Every ten years, they shed their skin, which is considered a powerful totem by the Skinks, especially when made into cloaks or banners.

Quetzalcoats use the winds of magic to weave patterns and cast spells through the movements of their whole body, which leaves their feathers with residual magical essence. These feathers are a remnant of their will, and can remove minor corruption. After use, the feathers will burn to ash with harmless purple flames.

The few feathered serpents guard the holy places of the Old Ones. Although they are not true Lizardmen, they are closely connected to the Lizardmen. They, like the Lizardmen, intend to realize the Great Plan of the Old Ones. As for what the Great Plan is, they don't know...

If Lizardmen are incomprehensible to warm-blooded people, then the existence and thinking of feathered serpents are also incomprehensible to Lizardmen. They are extremely special beings, with high intelligence, mysterious and willful, and the Old Ones gave them some natural prophetic ability when they created them.

Even Lizardmen know little about feathered serpents. The Skinks believe that feathered serpents are messengers of Typok and worship them with prayers and offerings. Although it is not known, there are many exaggerated legends about feathered serpents in Lizardmen society, and some of them are true, such as they can control the winds of Aegir, Hei Xi and Gillen, and even the wind of Shashi. They can use their abilities to observe and watch the distant past and future, looking for things that pose a threat to their territory.

The feathered serpents who are proficient in the magic winds are lonely. They are bound by the holy places of the ancient saints, which prevents them from experiencing far-away roaming. They stay away from the temple cities of the Lizardmen and have limited contact with the Lizardmen. They retain their independence and only appear when needed. They use magic to control the plants and animals in the jungle, allowing them to attack invaders.

The feathered serpents regard the Lizardmen as equal allies, not vassals. Sometimes they fly to the temple cities to communicate with awakened Slann Magic Priests or Skin Lizard Priests, but only to share information that is beneficial to both parties. They like to hide in the treetops and observe the creatures passing by. They will communicate with any creature that approaches their territory, and if there is no obvious threat, they will warn or ask.

The worldview of the feathered serpent cannot be explained to any existence other than itself and the Slann magic priests. They usually communicate through telepathy like the Slann magic priests, implanting concepts and ideas into each other's minds. More importantly, they can identify those who may corrupt the world, and have a natural disgust and sensitivity to anything related to Deha or polluted by Chaos. Kukulkan usually falls into a deep sleep, and when awake, he never contacts those Duruchi sorceresses who can use Deha.

Darkius was not surprised at all that Kukulkan could come in, but it was strange that he could not come in. Similarly, he was not surprised that Kukulkan could see unusual things. Don't look at Kukulkan like a pet now. When he returns to the continent of Lustria, he will be a sacred existence. Appearing in the temple city is a tourist attraction and a landmark building.

"You can't go!" Darkius warned Kukulkan immediately. The feathered serpent is still in its infancy and too weak. If he pursues him rashly in an unfamiliar place, something uncontrollable will inevitably happen. He was worried that Kukulkan would rush over directly, but fortunately, the characteristics of the feathered serpent were there, and Kukulkan was not so reckless. After seeing Kukulkan hesitate for a moment and nod to agree to him, he breathed a sigh of relief and continued, "Wait a little while, wait until you have completely entered the mature stage before coming back."

"Didn't you notice?" After comforting Kukulkan, Daquus asked the three spirits around him.

"The darkness appeared a long, long time ago."

"It appeared before you appeared in this forest."

"We have been looking for traces of darkness."

As the words rang out, Daquus nodded. With Athel Loren here, Chaos could not fail to notice it. It was natural for darkness to lurk. Earlier, when he entered Athel Loren, he had a strange feeling of being spied on. If nothing unexpected happened, it was this cunning darkness.

He would definitely not find it if he deliberately searched for it, otherwise these spirits living in the other world would have found it long ago, and it would not be his turn to do anything. He didn't want to cause any trouble now, after all, the size of the forest was there, and Athel Loren's deadline was still five hundred years. Unless, as he said, he would let the feathered serpents with the ability to see through the dark come in and start a dragnet search, calling all the few feathered serpents in Lustria and the southern jungles.

There were fluctuations around him, the air and the scene behind him were constantly twisting, and Dacus felt a powerful force surging around him, as if the whole forest was breathing and trembling. His vision became blurred, and the scene in front of him continued to twist and rotate. Suddenly, as the twisting and twisting ended, a low voice came from a distance, like the whispers of trees, and like the sigh of the earth.

Dacus turned his head and saw a huge ancient tree moving slowly, with veinless carvings flashing on the trunk, and the leaves were like emerald gems, emitting a faint light in the breeze.

This is not an ordinary tree, but an ancient spirit.

The spirit is tall and majestic, with bark like thick armor and branches like strong arms, swaying gently as it moves. Its face appeared from the trunk, and its eyes were like deep green lakes, revealing endless wisdom and the vicissitudes of time.

"Every leaf and every inch of land here carries the memories and secrets of the ancient saints. I am Tellok... Welcome to your return." The spirit's deep voice sounded like thunder.

The spirit that can turn into an ancient tree man is indeed different. Daxus felt that Tellok's majesty and power were stronger than the three spirits beside him. Just when he was about to say something, the surroundings fluctuated again.

The remaining three members of the Ancestral Elders Council appeared one after another as if they were teleported, and they emitted different lights. Du Renduo was like a bright green light, surrounded by lush vines and flowers. Its eyes were as deep as an endless forest, and its sighs were like a breeze blowing through the leaves, carrying ancient wisdom and kindness.

The second one was Talenik, whose spirit was like a ball of blazing flames, surrounded by scorching flames and flying sparks. Its eyes were like raging fire, and its voice was as shocking as thunder.

The last one was Dilandra, who was like a ball of ice-blue light, surrounded by cold ice crystals and clear dew. Its eyes were like frozen lakes, and its voice was like the cold wind of winter, calm and thoughtful.

"Natural balance is the key, and restoring the glory of the forest requires a harmonious dance with nature."

"Your arrival means new hope, and the forest needs your help."

"I see the purity and determination in your heart, and we will follow your guidance."

"I feel extremely honored, and I will do my best to help this forest restore its former glory." Daquus made a promise while accepting the loyalty of the members of the Ancestral Council.

The surrounding air fluctuated violently again, the earth shook slightly, and the trees and shrubs seemed to be responding to a powerful existence. A figure more powerful than the four members of the Ancestral Council slowly appeared.

Dursu, the heart of the oak, its figure is like a moving mountain, and the canopy is like a huge green cloud covering the sky. But unlike what was seen in Athel Loren, its eyes are like deep emeralds, and resentment and loss are replaced by the light of wisdom and power. Its appearance made the whole forest quiet down. It exuded an ancient and sacred atmosphere, as if it connected the earth and the sky.

"An ancient holy place." After Dursu nodded to Dacus, the branch slowly stretched out like an arm and touched Dacus' shoulder. When Dacus appeared on its shoulder, it slowly raised a branch and pointed to the depths of the forest. Its voice was like the whisper of the earth, deep and powerful, echoing throughout the forest.

"Let's go." Although Dacus did not see any holy place, he still responded.

Dursu and the members of the Elder Council began to move as if they were walking in Athel Loren. Every step brought the vibration of the earth, and the whole forest responded to their actions. Dacus stood on Dursu's shoulder, overlooking this ancient and mysterious land.

The huge tree canopy swayed in the air, and the sunlight shone through the gaps between the leaves, forming mottled light and shadows. Dursu's footsteps were steady and powerful. Every time he stepped on the ground, the ground trembled slightly. As the powerful spirits moved, the forest became more vibrant. Flowers bloomed where they passed, and vines wove a green path under their feet. The air was filled with the scent of flowers and soil, which made Daquus feel relaxed and happy.

Daquus noticed that the trees seemed to become taller and the rivers became clearer where they passed. Every corner of the forest responded to their call, as if celebrating their journey to the holy land. I don't know if it's an illusion or something. Unlike moving in Athel Loren, it's more like sliding on the spot here. The surrounding scenes are constantly changing, just like on a stage. What made him even more strange was that he didn't see any signs of other spirits appearing. The spirits seemed to have disappeared collectively.

As he kept sliding on the spot, the scene in front gradually appeared. An ancient holy land appeared in Daquus's vision. Giant trees towering into the sky appeared there, and various strange plants grew on the ground, emitting faint fluorescence. There is a clear lake in the center, with crystal clear moonstones floating on the lake, emitting a soft light.

Darkius took out the monocular telescope on his walking belt and looked over. He was attracted by the runes covering part of the tree trunk. These runes were strange, and he had a sense of déjà vu. Then he stopped looking and put away the telescope to look at Kukulkan standing on his shoulder. The feathered serpent seemed to know what he was asking, and a scene appeared in his mind.

Yes, the symbols related to the ancient saint Typok. If those giant trees are correct, they are the carriers of powerful spirits like Dursu. If there is no mistake, this was Typok's office. The project that Typok was responsible for construction, unfortunately... it was unfinished.

"Damn it!" Darkius cursed angrily. As the spirit moved, the towering giant tree bypassed his sight, and a pyramid appeared in his field of vision.

A pyramid of the same size as the Star Pyramid stood tall in the depths of the forest. The outer wall was made of huge stones, and it was engraved with complex runes and hieroglyphs. Each stone seems to contain ancient power, emitting a faint fluorescence, shrouding the pyramid in a mysterious glow.

At the top of the pyramid is a huge stone sculpture, a feathered serpent with a coiled body, wings spread and snake tongue spitting out its snake, its scales finely carved and lifelike. The snake's eyes are inlaid with two glittering gems, flashing a fiery light under the inexplicable light, as if watching every creature approaching it. A circle of emerald halo surrounds the stone sculpture, symbolizing sacredness and protection.

The steps of the pyramid are steep and wide, extending from the bottom to the top. Each step is engraved with ancient runes and totems, recording the great deeds of Typok and his blessing to this land. The two sides of the steps are covered with exotic plants, vines entwined with stones, and flowers bloomed in the air, exuding a rich fragrance.

At the base of the pyramid, huge stone pillars support the huge structure. Each stone pillar is engraved with the emblem of Typok, symbolizing his sacred duty and endless power. Ancient cloth curtains are hung between the stone pillars, painted with various mysterious patterns, telling the history of the forest and its deep connection with Typok.

The entrance to the pyramid is guarded by a huge stone door, inlaid with glittering gems, arranged in a complex rune array. The spirits that Daquus had muttered before gathered here, white deer, four-winged phoenix, blind white snake, abandoned children, white wolves, black hounds, various animals and twisted elements, but there was no big toad he saw in his dream.

Dursu and the members of the Ancestors stopped at the edge of the holy land, their eyes full of respect and solemnity.

"This is the holy land." Dursu turned his head and said softly.

Daquus jumped lightly from Dursu's shoulders and landed steadily. He took a deep breath, looked around, and saw the various spirits gathered here. These spirits saluted him as if they saw the real king coming.

The white deer lowered its elegant and noble head. Dacus did not ask anything, but approached the white deer and gently stroked its smooth fur. The white deer gently touched the back of his hand with its nose. He nodded to the four-winged phoenix hovering in the air. The phoenix made a crisp cry and its wings bloomed with brilliant light.

The abandoned child looked at Dacus with respect and hope in his eyes. His eyes were no longer lonely and sad, but full of expectation. Dacus squatted down and met his eyes. A glimmer of light flashed in the child's eyes, as if he had found some comfort.

Although the blind white snake could not see, it could sense the existence of Dacus. Its curled body trembled slightly, and it raised its head slightly and made a low hissing sound to express its respect. The white wolves and black hounds guarded around Dacus. They shook their tails to show their happiness like loyal guards. They looked at Dacus quietly and showed respect.

Dacus, standing in front of the steps, had a strange feeling. This scene was just like the one in The Lion King. Was he like the old baboon? Perhaps he should lift Simba up in the next second, and then all the beasts on the grassland would howl with joy?

However, Dacus was not an old baboon. He was Simba, the owner of this great forest, and the real king! He nodded to the spirit that was looking at him, took off his hat and waved it. Then he turned around and stepped forward firmly, toward the steps of the pyramid. Every step was solemn and determined. The runes on the steps glowed slightly under his feet, leading him.

When Dacus walked to the gate of the pyramid, the gems on the stone gate flashed with strange light, and the complex rune array seemed to be conveying some mysterious information. He knew that the other side of the stone gate was the key to Athel Loren. He reached out and gently touched the runes. Then, he took a deep breath and pushed the stone door open without hesitation.

The stone door was not opened. Perhaps for other beings, the stone door was indestructible, but for Daxus, the stone door was illusory. His hand passed through the stone door, and then his body passed through the stone door.

Inside the pyramid, mysterious light flickered all around. The walls were engraved with ancient murals, telling stories from tens of millions of years ago. Each mural told the legend and history of Tabok. Daxus was like visiting a museum, constantly touring, while Kukulkan on his shoulder kept observing the unique flow of power.

Darkius's footsteps echoed softly in the pyramid. He walked and stopped along the way and moved deeper into the pyramid. After looking around, he understood the whole picture. The way of the ancient saints was no different from what he had thought before. Just like the first, second and third phases of the real estate project, the current phase of Athel Loren was unfinished. Fortunately, the framework is still there, and there is still hope. After repairs, it can be moved in.

The pool in the northern city of Altdorf is essentially the same as the pool in Athel Loren. The unique area of ​​Altdorf is also a small otherworld. Then... what about the Mirror Pool of Typok at the northern end of the continent of Lustria? Is there also an otherworld in that mirror pool, and are there feathered serpents guarding it? He felt a little confused, but more bored. He didn't like this feeling. He didn't like the second round, or even the third round, where he had to go to the same place repeatedly.

The pyramid was different from what Darkius had been to before. In addition to the passage that went all the way inward, there was no passage upward or upward, and there was no secret room hiding artifacts. As he went deeper, he came to the central hall of the pyramid. He was surprised to find rows and rows of lizardmen standing there quietly, like terracotta warriors sealed in the torrent of time.

The lizardmen's queue stretched to the distance, seemingly endless. These well-equipped lizardmen were arranged in an orderly manner, with serious expressions and a strong sense of oppression, like silent guards, guarding the secrets of the pyramid. Their scales, weapons, shields and golden armor shone faintly in the light, and every detail showed exquisite craftsmanship and a long history.

Time stopped here, and the heavy air was filled with ancient power.

"What lizard figurines."

Dacus looked at the spectacular scene in front of him and felt like he was in a lost empire. (End of this chapter)