sinovels Chapter 82 Cursed Season Chapter [-]
Chapter 82 Cursed Season Chapter [-]
The undead bird left, but the curse followed like a shadow.
Whether it feels absurd, they seem to fall into the shadow under the huge wings, and under the breath of unknown power, their lives pass away quietly.
They have traveled for a long time, whether it is plains or forests, canyons or deserts, even in scattered towns, the claws in the darkness have never converged.
The head of the Knights of the Griffin Knights began to regret his decision, even if they put up the most solid protection and alternated day and night, keeping a third of the knights awake and vigilant.
Every night, the knights who disappeared for no reason, their broken skeletons will always be found in the next landing place.
The knights became more and more afraid of the "cursed creation".
The heavy rain fell on this wet swamp. The knight who climbed up saw the villages and manors in the distance. He jumped down, and the river in the middle made him frown.
Miles left occasionally, wandering in the dark to search, while Ed carefully avoided the forbidden spell in the middle of the night and secretly handed water to the creatures in the iron cage. They maintained enough tacit understanding until one day, the golden sun struggled The haze was broken, but Miles was still missing.
His connection with Miles made him feel a kind of guidance, and he carefully searched the breath of the land until his finger was stained with a smear of blood mixed with the damp soil.
Miles hid in the cave, the broken scales made him terribly embarrassed, his chaotic breathing was coiled in the dark depths by this huge and terrifying creature, Ed stepped forward, and the scarlet snake letter of the monster caught the owner breath.
[Hiss... hiss. 】
"Myers."
The orange-yellow pupils condensed into a real killing intent, and the cold and clear animal pupils enveloped the small human figure. The ancient blood of the monster recognized its master, and the killing intent faded away. The tired cold-blooded creature lowered its huge and terrifying triangle shape head, and bury the body back into the darkness.
[Hiss. 】
"Ed, I'm sorry, I'm going to sleep for a while."
The young man gently placed his hand on its scales, the blood stained his palm, the power of the elements slowly dissipated, and the chaotic and heavy breathing of the monster hit the back of his hand, causing his somewhat depressed eyes to darken and flicker.
"Who can hurt you."
The pupils were swollen, and the broken scales were slowly repaired by the young man with a healing spell. The ancient forest snake, the almost extinct monster blood in the Western Continent, quietly rested the snake's head on the ground at this moment, coiling up its body wearily.
The remaining instinct in the blood of the orcs listed a certain swamp as a forbidden area, and dark creatures wandered around the edge of the territory. In the long era, the forest snake guarded its own territory, and only once appeared in the sight of human beings, which was recorded in the book. An absurd joke for an adventurer.
After the infancy, there is nothing that can restrain such a powerful beast. God cannot allow such a creature to have a huge population. Therefore, the forest snake's favorite food is its own kind, and only the same kind can survive such a powerful beast. There is a ray of life under the strength.
And now, for a long time, Miles, the last nearly adult forest snake on the mainland, gently closed his eyes, and sprayed his tired breath on its ears, urging it to fall into a deep sleep.
"They're back."
That terrifying creature, favored by the Creator but long extinct, returned to this continent with its burning flames and scarlet pupils.
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They strayed into a war zone.
This is a vast and mysterious land. For countless epochs, it was once isolated from the world because of its desolation and powerful monsters.However, in addition to the Fett people with strong bloodlines and their mysterious prophets, this place is also the origin of some precious gems and the tribe where the orcs migrated.
No one will refuse this land.
The knights of the empire came and went, and even after countless difficult battles, the rulers and nobles never got tired of it.
With a long sword, the knight picked up the corpses that had been half-buried on the ground, and the blood had already flowed into the empty chest, leaving only the dark red soil under his body. Make a crackling sound.
Edra lowered her hood, her light brown hair was blown dry and messy by the wind.
The Fetts are the only humanoid race living on the Edgarkar Wastes.
The knights may have heard during a certain banquet that since two years ago, the Heinel dynasty began to embargo shipments to the north of the wasteland, and as a result, the Fett people lost the supplies necessary for their survival.
Therefore, the prophets of the Fett people and the royal family of Heinel successively visited the Papal State of Trollope.
Thus, under the silence of the Holy See, the war protracted.
Ed and a knight stretched out their protective shields, and the elemental power of the wood and wind elements frantically gathered in front of them. The attack condensed by the fire elemental elements in front of them condensed into a tongue of fire, frantically oppressing the elemental power of the two people in front of them. The space under the shield was steaming with heat, making it almost impossible to breathe.
It was a group of monsters running fast and ferocious. On the thick limbs wrapped in rough skin were two ugly beast heads. One controlled the release of elemental power when chasing prey, and the other cooperated with the herd and was always ready. It crushes the skull of its prey with its sharp fangs.
It is a two-headed beast and the vanguard of the Fett people in the wasteland.
For a group of powerful mages, the lone one is the gift of the God of Light. After being tamed, the two-headed beast is an ideal mount, and when they meet a group, it is the curse of the God of Death, born to kill Warcraft, the flesh and blood of mages is only enough for them to eat for half a month.
There was a roar.
Hazelnut-colored pupils are as transparent as amber under the brilliant light of elemental power. Ed's elemental power is indeed powerful, but the protective shield supporting everyone is still quite weak. The young knight supporting the shield in front is almost exhausted, and the flames are burning in his body. The ravages on the armor caused him to groan in pain from time to time.
"careful!"
The young knight shouted with the last of his strength, and the moment he stopped chanting, the shield was suddenly broken.Regardless of the danger of being cut by the wind blade, a two-headed beast broke through the only remaining obstacle and rushed into the rear of Ed's protection.
Ed was distracted for a moment, used a wind blade to deal with the first attacking monster, turned around and rushed forward, the blade made of wind elements shattered and gathered into a larger light group, and quickly transformed into a slender one The sword light, the light of the sword tip was at its peak, and pierced the head of the two-headed beast's left side that controlled the direction.
The burning made a hoarse roar of pain, and Ed avoided his sight.
There were too many of these two-headed beasts. Even though they recognized their disadvantages and planned to escape as soon as possible from the beginning, it was very difficult to guarantee that they would be able to leave here alive.
A knight fell, his sword broken on the forelimb of a two-headed beast.
For some reason, Ed turned back to search for the iron cage it was in.
However, the situation was critical, and he didn't have much time left for other things. The condensed flames of the two-headed beast fell from the sky and quickly fell. Ed gathered his strength at the fastest speed and swung out the scabbard. In an instant, the threat covering everyone's heads was scattered. Into broken sparks, fluttering and falling.But at the same time, the scabbard fell off with a clang, the blade bent, and the remaining scalding heat gathered on it to form a white trace.
The wind blade was moving around to defend against the attack. The gray cloth covering the iron cage was broken, and he seemed to feel it. Through the dazzling elemental power of the knights, Ed saw half a hideous face covered with scars, and the mutilated black skin was entrenched on the ground. A large area around the corner of his eye.
It raised its head and walked through the chaotic scene, splashing flames and intensive attack magic, only his dark, blood-soaked figure in the eyes, as calm as the sunset at the junction of the wilderness and the sparse forest in the distance.
Eddard retracted his shield, and he saw its lips buzzing like tower bells hitting his eardrums.
He seemed to hear his own voice singing, the power of the elements was like the raging flames in the wilderness, exhausting every inch of blood in his body, the stinging pain and majestic power surged wildly, just like that day on the swaying sea .
A huge whistling sound came, as if it was in a canyon, and the strong wind continued day and night, passing through the boundless and empty mountain wall.
No one dared to face it.
The knights plunged their swords into the ground so hard that they couldn't hold the sword tightly, their helmets were swept away, and the messy sand and stones blocked their vision. They couldn't raise their heads, and couldn't tell where the majestic and terrifying power came from.
Valley of the Wind.
"In 439 of the First Golden Era, the last pure wind element mage in the Golden Era, Ocassie, was buried in Oak Daulus Castle, recording one of the fourteen scrolls of sacrificial magic—"The Book of Anseline" As an inheritance to his only blood relative, the only son of King Meen and his mistress Mrs. Lena, the second heir of the Meen Dynasty, Servis Meen II, escorted the team to encounter the Golden First Era in the Eastern Black Wasteland The largest beast tide ever, no one survived.
Since then, the irreversible sacrificial magic of the wind system—the valley of wind, has been extinct forever. "
—— "Chronicle of Elemental Magic in the Golden First Era"
The staves now used by mages appeared in the Golden First Age.
Before that, the mage's staff was only used by wizards of noble origin. In a sense, these things engraved with the family crest and the seal of the Holy See were just a luxury to show their status.
Up to now, the staff or the knight's long sword have been endowed with more meaning.
As a medium for mages or knights to use the power of the elements.Since the Golden Age, only three Popes in the Vatican have been able to use the power of the elements without casting runes or using a similar medium
And he's now that medium.
The powerful elemental power is fleeting in his body, enough to exhaust the power of several of the most powerful mages in the world, but he only feels a faint trance.
In the silent wasteland, people seemed to have not recovered from the sudden change just now, but he suddenly caught its sight and looked up at the distant skyline again.
Unlike the humanoid males, the females of the wilderness race have short black beaks, sharp like the rough and dry wind blowing through the wilderness.The huge wings cast huge shadows across the wasteland, accompanied by poisoned spears whizzing past.The tail flame of the spear, carrying the power of the elements, was cast by the creature with the brown wings of an eagle, and all the way across the burning trace.
The land that had just been calm became restless again.
The Fetts have arrived.
"You don't need to hide from me."
The Fett seer let out a hoarse laugh.
She is already very old, her pale long hair is scattered behind her back, her skinny body is slightly bent, the back that should have grown wings is as empty as a human being, and the place on her face where eyes should have grown is also It was blank, with strange patterns hovering over the blank skin, covered by the curly hair, leaving only the faintly delicate nose and thin lips that seemed to be young.
As a heterogeneous species living in the Eastern Continent for generations, the Fetts were just a legend for a long time. Until the Golden Age, people suddenly realized that they were not invincible, but that the ancestors of the empire were too obsessed with the fertile plains and land. The ancient forest mountains overlooked this great wilderness.
Fetts have long lives.
Except for her eyes, which grow on the palms of wrinkled hands and are stained with endless years of wind and snow, no one knows how many epochs this most respected prophet of the Fett people has gone through.
"I've lived too long."
Seemingly understanding his thoughts, the Prophet laughed, and the gray-brown pupils growing on the palms of his outstretched hands did not show any anger or the emptiness of seeing through the world, but a trace of tiredness.And the peace of a girl.
"How many epochs. I'm afraid I can't remember it myself. But I do remember that, long ago, I saw the real god."
Members of the Knights were unable to approach the Fett camp, and Miles fell into a deep sleep.
Ed stood here alone, and the flickering candlelight condensed by the power of the elements became brighter, and the orange light was transmitted to the edge of the burlap of the tent, casting a deeper shadow on the sparse turf on the edge of the inner blanket.
Ed seemed to notice those eyes looking at him.
"Who in the world believes that the Fett people living in the wasteland, the women who are old enough to die, can talk to God." The prophet tilted his head, his old face made a young girl's movements, and let out a giggle Crisp laughter: "And no one would believe that a long time ago, there were no gods on this continent. When gods lived on this continent, I only heard the voices that God wanted me to hear."
Ed's brown eyelashes are too long. At this moment, his handsome face is covered with dust due to the days of running around, and the hem of his clothes is torn, revealing the gray-black dirty inside. His boots are stained with blood and covered with a layer of wilderness. dust.
He was too silent, but the Prophet didn't care.
The Prophet licked his lips. Even though her lips were not dry, it seemed to be a habitual action, which reminded her occasionally that when she was a young girl many epochs ago, the wasteland was much drier than it is now.
"They came back and left again."
Ed's teacher, Bishop Ledoinde, is the most loyal believer in light. He has sung thousands of times the poems about the age of the gods in the morning light of the Ode Hall, and the short-lived appearance of miracles on the mainland is accompanied by With the Holy See continuing the chaos of the entire era of the gods.The classics were locked into the depths of the tower by forbidden magic. On the gray-green walls, the portraits painted by the masters for the disciples of the Holy See were also covered with gray cloth and sealed in dusty corners that no one knew.
It is the will of God, they say.
"You come from God's hometown, so you have to fulfill God's wish."
The Prophet gasped, eyes closed in the palms of her hands, and a little candlelight was lit up in her wrinkled hands, and the candlelight burned on her red fingertips, as if she was about to bleed.
He took a step back silently, the Prophet withdrew his palm, and the candle was placed in front of him, fluttering on his forehead.
Ed lost his mind for a moment, and there was an intermittent voice in his head, but it was younger and drier, like a flickering candle, which was more unreal because of the fragility of the flame and the long time and space.
"You have to go on the road alone, and God will show you the way."
A pair of old hands rested on Ed's forehead, with a muddy color, Ed looked directly at those eyes for the first time, as if looking directly at the shadows of creatures inhabiting the depths of a forest, tempting him to carefully distinguish the faint live.
Cool touch.
Something flashed through his mind.
"The Gem of Destiny."