There are three legendary troubadours.
They are all monster-like existences. They can cast legendary spells like wizards, master legendary combat skills like warriors, and escape into the shadow plane like thieves. These three legendary troubadours appeared in different ages, but their abilities are all very terrifying. As the most soy-sauce professionals, they are also examples of how to do everything. Over such unreasonable monsters!
Hellpoet is one of them.
Legend has it that he was a chant before his fall, a believer favored by a certain god. Later, it is said that he was seduced by the Lord of Hell, and finally fell into the incarnation of evil.
There are not many records about the hell poet, but the record he left behind is very brilliant.
He killed a total of sixteen legendary level professionals!
And he also created "Revelation-Prologue of Hell" among the three forbidden songs. It is said that this forbidden song has six sections in total, and the power of each section is equivalent to an eight-ring spell. If these six sections are combined, it will be the legendary 'Hell Descends', a legendary spell with terrifying power. He is one of the legendary aboriginal professionals who were active in the turbulent years. He successfully killed three weak gods who mastered the priesthood of music, and took this opportunity to become the evil god who mastered the priesthood of music.
The hell poet is also a master of profane words, and there are many people from the evil camp working for him in exchange for power!
If what is written on this dossier is true, then he should have performed the first paragraph of "Apocalypse - Prologue to Hell", imprinting despair into the spirits of the other audience present, if the will cannot resist this Without power, they commit suicide after feeling endless despair. Sauron had heard of the name Psalm City, and it seemed to be a city far away. As for whether this happened, he didn't remember it. He had never been to such a remote place at that time.
There are many mysterious forces in this world.
Some existences have domains that are completely beyond the imagination of mortals!
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The caravan hostess fell silent. She took a deep look at Sauron and asked, "Are you leaving today?"
Sauron nodded lightly and replied, "Yes."
The hostess of the caravan obviously had a complicated expression, and looked at Sauron with a hint of disgust, and said in a deep voice, "That's good. I'll go with you."
"Ah?!" Sauron raised his head in surprise and said, "Why?"
The caravan hostess glanced at him unhappy, and said in a concentrated voice: "I don't trust Vivienne, your strength is impossible to protect her when you encounter some dangers. I don't want to see her die because of your stupidity." In danger, if she didn't really care about you, I really want to teach you a lesson!"
Sauron was a little speechless, but he could feel the concern of the caravan hostess for Vivienne.
There are some things he really can't say, because it's not yet time, but the caravan hostess in front of him made him feel a lot friendlier. Let's not talk about other things, just her concern for the little girl is enough for Suo Lun took a liking to it.
The caravan hostess glanced at him, and then said: "I will send you all the way to the kingdom of elves, and then I will teleport back to the Northland by myself."
For a moment.
Sauron really wanted to tell her that the Northland was also the center of chaos, but in the end he forced it back.
Perhaps it would be better to reveal something to her when the time was more mature and the believers of the gods had no way to contact them. At that time, it was almost the opportunity to start the turbulent year. Because it takes at least half a month on this journey, adding up to one month, it is impossible for all the gods not to respond to any believers' prayers within a month. At that time, many powerful organizations in the world realized that some drastic changes had taken place in the kingdom of the gods.
This period of silence lasted for two years, and many believers of the gods became panicked.
Some priests of evil gods continued to try to hold evil rituals in order to attract the attention of the gods, but in the end there was no effect. Many priests of good gods also held large-scale celebration ceremonies, and the elf kingdom even held an incomparably grand special ceremony. They wanted to summon the consciousness of the [Father of the Oak Tree] to come down, but in the end there was no gain. Sauron remembered the reason for this very clearly, because this ceremony would summon the legendary Dryad Queen (the incarnation of nature), and then let a certain mortal have intercourse with her.
It is also an ancient ritual to heal the wounds of the forest.
"You wait here." The caravan hostess glanced at Sauron, then walked towards the secret room at the back, and said in a deep voice, "I want to prepare something, and Vivienne also needs to prepare something. We will be there at noon Set off."
Sauron nodded without retorting.
About half an hour later, the lovely figure of the little girl appeared in front of her eyes. She was wearing her original clothes, and on her little feet were clean moccasin boots. She walked up to Sauron quite proudly, sat down on his lap, then raised her feet and said, "Look, brother! Vivienne has grown up a bit! These shoes are just right for wearing." .”
Sauron didn't speak, just kissed her on the top of the head.
There are some odd gadgets on the little girl's body, but they don't look like pure decorations, but more like props of extraordinary quality. Sauron has absolutely no doubts about the wealth of a high-ranking Northland witch. She is definitely a typical rich and beautiful woman in this world, and she is also the kind of city lord. The council of witches already ruled most of the cities in the Northland, and their high-ranking members were almost equivalent to owning a large piece of private land wealth.
When the figure of the caravan hostess appeared again, Sauron couldn't help but froze.
It's not that there is anything special about the other party. In fact, the caravan hostess is only wearing an ordinary gray robe, which almost covers her whole body. If you don't look carefully, you may not even be able to distinguish between men and women. However, the other party's attire made him look a little familiar, as if he had seen it before.
Of course, this past was not from Amber City to White Horse City, but an impression in his memory.
He thought about it carefully, but still couldn't remember it, so he put it aside for the time being. Some things are impossible to remember, after all, short impressions are easily forgotten.
They set off at noon.
The hostess of the caravan prepared a carriage, and many caravans had already left. The road to Fallen Leaf City was basically opened up, but there would still be some scattered monsters in the wilderness. This was an unavoidable thing. The ancient red dragon should still be building its own lair, and there won't be any major incidents in a month or two. For the time being, it is a relatively peaceful period.
If you don't count the skinning incident that gradually spread.
White Horse City is now like the original Amber City. Panic is obviously spreading in the city. The White Horse Guards who have just experienced a big battle are a little distraught. Because of the power of the caravan hostess, they easily passed the inspection, and then Sauron began to drive the carriage, leading the two of them towards Fallen Leaf City. The carriage is specially customized, and it is very smooth and comfortable inside, without feeling the slightest bumps.
The hostess of the caravan was lying lazily in the carriage, and the special incense was lit next to it, which smelled very good.
The little girl sat next to her and read a book, and asked her when she encountered something she didn't understand, and occasionally looked up at Sauron in front of the carriage, and when she was bored, she would climb out and sit next to him, watching the surrounding scenery and retreating backwards . After looking at it for a while, I got back into the carriage, took out delicate snacks from the small pocket, squeezed them into Sauron's mouth with a face full of treasures.
It may be because there is an extra high-level mage.
This time the trip looked more like a tourist, the caravan hostess could always pull out a lot of things out of thin air, while squinting and dozing lazily, while answering endless questions from the little girl.