The half of the temple left on the Lalan Heights is not as well preserved as the half on the Dragon Island, and there are almost only ruins left. But the long wall on which the prophecy mural was painted is still well preserved under the blessing of divine power, and the brightly colored one seems to have just stopped writing for a second.
Only the Dragon God, who is also a god, can divide this mural into two, half of which is raised in the air, and the other half is left on the ground. This is also the reason why the ruins of this temple have remained here for tens of thousands of years, and there is no news of this God's prophecy on the mainland.
In the half of the temple on the ground, only the last scene of the prophecy mural remains.
On one side, an endless army of undead emerged from it, and on the other side, in front of the combined army composed of many creatures, stood a small figure with green skin, long ears, and a somewhat ugly face. It was a goblin.
This ignited the fire of a prairie fire, and the one who sounded the horn of the creature's counterattack turned out to be a goblin. The prophecy came to an abrupt end here, and what the mystery was in it could only be explored by Lu Heng himself. It's just that on today's continent, there is even less information about the race of goblins than dragons, which at least have always been a frequent visitor to the bard. And the goblins, aside from knowing that they were green-skinned, had ugly faces, and once lived under the boulders, had no other information.
It seems, get a trip to the Boulder Mountains. The Boulder Mountains are not too far from the Lalan Heights, and there is a shortcut. From the bottom of the Lalan Depression, you can reach the boundary of the Boulder Mountains by crossing the abandoned Lalan Mine Road.
Although it was nearly 20 years before the death of His Majesty Pope Joseph, Lu Heng still had an inexplicable sense of urgency, mainly because the giant dragon behind him was not very reliable, and he didn't know when he would sleep for a few years. ten years. With the lessons learned last time, Lu Heng didn't dare to do such a thing as leaving while the other party was sleeping. Qin Yi from the previous plane was just an ordinary person and had no destructive power. This time, Ionas is a demigod, and he is also the most powerful dragon race. His destructive power is inestimable. It is estimated that this continent will collapse without waiting for the undead to invade.
If a plane collapsed, he would probably spend hundreds of years in the frying department on the minus eighteenth floor. Lu Heng shuddered at the scene he imagined.
Having no interest in the murals at all, Ionas, who had entered the depths of the ruins, strode out excitedly: "Come and see what I found!"
Lu Heng followed him into the depths of the temple, and saw that there was actually a well-preserved side temple inside. Judging from the traces in front of the stone steps, the Yalong should have regarded this place as a lair. That's why there is no news about this relic, and those who discovered this relic probably became a delicious meal in Yalong's mouth.
There is a dragon in the name of Yalong, and naturally it also has some habits of giant dragons. For example, collecting treasures.
As soon as Lu Heng walked into the hall, he saw a scene that was very in line with the aesthetics of the Dragon Clan. The ground is randomly facing all kinds of gold coins, jewelry, and even weapons and armor. Looking at the styles, they are all things of the Era of God, from which you can see the handwriting of craftsmen of various races. This matter is not surprising, at the end of the Age of Gods, when the army of the undead invaded. The Temple of the God of Light has always been a refuge for all races.
"Look at this." Ionas took out a set of armor from it. "This is simply specially made for the Dragon Lord."
Lu Heng glanced at it and felt a little pain in his eyes. The suit of armor that Ionas held in his hand was a bit too in line with the indescribable aesthetics of the dragon race. Probably because the user is a giant dragon family, this armor does not consider the load bearing problem at all. The whole body is made of thin slices made of gold, and it is also covered with various gems, and the facets of each gem are polished to perfection. Even if the light in the side hall is not very good, the golden armor still shines brightly.
On the shoulder armor, Lu Heng saw the totem of the giant dragon family and the seal of the dwarf craftsman. This is really tailor-made for the dragon by the dwarf craftsman. If it is an elves, it will never make such an aesthetic compromise.
Seeing that Ionas was eager to put the golden armor on his body, for the sake of his own eyes, Lu Heng felt that he had to stop him: "Io, do you like this armor at this time?"
Ionas nodded again and again. From the speed of his nodding, Lu Heng knew that he had to have special skills to convince him: "Do you remember that warrior named Reid?"
Ionas thought for a while: "The one who can't even find a dragon eagle? He doesn't even have a decent space ring, why do you remember his name?"
"..." Not understanding the logic of the giant dragon too well, Lu Heng decided to follow his own routine. "The armor on Reid seems to be similar to this style. I still remember that the magician named Eddie was hugged by him and hit him. My nose is bleeding."
Ionas's expression of eagerness to try froze, and after thinking for a while, he threw the golden armor aside: "This kind of rough armor is not worthy of the great dragon master."
The heavy armor smashed the treasures piled up into hills and collapsed. A warhammer rolled down at Lu Heng's feet. Lu Heng was shocked when he saw it. The shape of this warhammer, and the faint divine power surrounding it, this is the holy relic that the dwarves lost after that battle, the fury of thunder. In this legend, it was built by the best forging masters of the dwarves, and finally the holy relic was infused with divine power by the main dwarf god of forging.
In that battle, the forge god once held this warhammer, leading the dwarven warriors and sending countless undead armies back to the realm of the dead. The statue of the forged god holding the wrath of thunder still stands at the entrance of the megalithic mountain range.
Lu Heng picked up Thunder Fury and found the coat of arms of the dwarves at the bottom of the hammer handle. It's just that this coat of arms seems to be somewhat different from the current dwarves' coat of arms.
It was a pleasant surprise to find the sacred relic lost by the dwarves here. There are two races known for their stubbornness on the road, one is the dragon, the other is the dwarf. Originally, Lu Heng was still worried, how could he find out about the goblin race they regarded as their enemy from the stubborn dwarves.
Thunder Wrath, as long as the sacred artifact is returned to the dwarves, the stubborn dwarves who have little heart will definitely regard Lu Heng as the most sincere friend. At that time, it should not be difficult to inquire about the news of the goblins.
"Ionas, I think we're going to the Boulder Mountains." Lu Heng said.
About the prophecy of God, Lu Heng told Ionas everything, but he was not very interested, and then said: "You just need to tell me where to go."
When leaving, in order to prevent accidents, Lu Heng put the half wall on which the prophecy mural was painted into the space ring, and Ionas filled his collection with satisfaction.
In the abandoned Lalan Mine Road, there are many powerful monsters, and there are usually no adventurers who risk their lives just to take a short cut.
These monsters, for Ionas, are not any problem at all. No matter how powerful the monsters are, he only needs to turn into a golden vertical pupil and stare, and the monsters will crawl on the ground and be slaughtered by them. The biggest problem is that the Lalan Mine Road is too complicated, with criss-crossing mine roads, even if Lu Heng is no longer as indistinguishable as the previous plane, he will not be able to navigate in this intertwined mine road like a spider web. Find the right way.
"Those little dwarfs probably hollowed out the entire Lalan Heights." Ionas walked out of the mine tunnel with an unhappy expression, dragging a huge monster behind him, "If I hadn't been wise Marked magic on you and I almost never got it back. Eat this today."
Lu Heng nodded and sat quietly by the bonfire to watch Ionas neatly dismantle the thin skin of the beast and separate out the most delicious pieces of meat. This was the third day they had entered the Lalan Mine. Yalong was too big to be released in this mine. Lu Heng and the others could only rely on their own legs to find the exit.
Lu Heng opened the parchment paper in his hand, on which more than a dozen mines that had been explored in the past three days had been drawn. If you can't find the right way, you can only go back the same way. At the speed of Yalong, it would not be too slow to take a detour to the Boulder Mountains.
"Help! Help!"
With a cry of exclamation, a short figure rolled out of a mine tunnel. Chasing a monster behind him, Lu Heng glanced at Ionas. Ionas voluntarily threw out the boning knife in his hand, and the boning knife pierced through the eyes of the beast with an unrivaled aura.
The beast fell down with a bang, and it couldn't die any longer.
The figure on the ground rolled over and sat on the ground, patted his chest desperately, showing the expression of the rest of his life: "Dear friends, it must be the god of forging who brought you to me."
This stout but short stature, and the somewhat odd Common Tongue pronunciation all indicate the person's race. This is a dwarf. It's just that he hasn't grown a beard to cover his face, and it can be seen that the dwarf is not yet an adult, and is still a teenager.
"Dear friend, I am the Bronzebeard Dwarf, Thori Steel Hammer." After the dwarf boy calmed down, he got up neatly and hammered the left chest with his thick fist. This is the etiquette of dwarves towards friends.
"Hello, my friend from the dwarves, Mr. Thori Hammer," Lu Heng replied with a priestly salute, and then gestured to the person next to him, "I'm Joseph, and that's my friend Ionas over there. "
On the mainland, it is very common to name one's own children after the Pope. Because many Christian families believe that using the Pope's name can bring the blessing of the Holy Light to their children. Just by saying the name Joseph, others will not feel that there is anything wrong.
Sure enough, Thori just smiled heartily: "You saved me, from today onwards, you are the most sincere friends of the Bronzebeard dwarves! On behalf of the Bronzebeard dwarves, I invite you to taste our most delicious spirits in the Boulder Mountains! "