This is a distant and vicissitudes of voice, with the ancient and clumsy tone, in a trance, everyone seems to feel the breath of ancient times.
When I reacted, I found that on the other side of the dead tree, a figure suddenly appeared.
This is a 'person' wearing a gray robe, and his height is higher than that of ordinary humans. According to Angel's height, it may only reach his ribs.
The visitor leaned on a bone cane and wore a primitive totem-style mask, and the whole person was full of a simple but quaint weirdness.
When Angel saw him, the sense of "calling" that emerged from the depths of his heart suddenly disappeared.
This made Angel's mind move.
"Are you talking? Who are you?" Angel looked at the totem mask.
"I am an ancient relic who is about to die, but was pulled back from the solitude by the savior, you can call me Wardle." After the totem mask finished speaking, he bowed deeply to Angel. .
Wardle's voice seemed to carry a warm power, and his actions seemed to release kindness, giving Angel a kind of intimacy from the bottom of his heart.
"I have always felt that someone is calling me... Did you do it? The savior you are referring to is me?" Angel said calmly. He did not relax because of his intimacy, but became more vigilant.
"That's right, I directed the Savior Lord here." Wardle lowered his head: "I can't leave the dark place, I can only call your Lord to come through the pan-consciousness of the continent."
"Why do you call me a savior?"
"Your Excellency gave the power of the true spirit to Yuantan Continent, so that it could be reborn from the collapse. This not only saved this continent, but also saved me."
Angel's eyebrows frowned. This man named Wardle knew that he had released the power of true spirit into this continent, which was not unusual. However, he said that he saved him, which made Angel a little confused.
"I know what Your Excellency is doing. The passage from Yuantan Continent is in the dark place, you can come with me." After that, Wardle suddenly cut through a dark space crack, and he walked in first.
The openings of the space cracks are constantly changing, like the ferocious mouths opened by the giant beasts of the void, making people timid.
"Are we going in?" Graywood asked timidly.
Angel glanced at Popota, who shook his head: "I can't judge whether it's good or bad, but the luck technique at the beginning told me that there should be no danger in this trip. However, the existence of being able to tear apart the space at will, perhaps also It can block or even modify the results of lucky spells."
Popota put both positive and negative answers in front of Angel.
No one knows what the road ahead is, and the existing known information cannot make the "unknown" clear the fog.
So, whether you want to go in or not, you can only see the moment of your mind.
Angel pondered for a moment and said, "Go in."
As Popota said, there is no need to be so complicated if you want to kill an existence that tears space at will. Moreover, this person named Wardle accurately pointed out their thoughts.
It is very likely that Wardle has been watching them.
And Angel has traveled through mountains and rivers, and the reason why he came here is not to leave this continent
If you want to get convenience, you must not hesitate, and you must face unknown risks.
Thinking of this, Angel took the lead in stepping into the space crack, Popota followed closely, and after hesitating for a while, Greenwood still hugged Olucia's soul tightly and stepped in.
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This is a pitch-black wasteland.
There is no difference from the outside world, the only difference is that it seems to be dimmer here, and it is not raining.
The air is a little humid, and occasionally there is a wind blowing, with a chilling coldness.
Wardle stood in front of him, and when he saw Angel come in, he stretched out his thin hand and pointed into the distance: "Your Excellency the Savior, please come this way."
As Wardle spoke, he stepped forward and began to lead the way.
I don't know when, a broken oil lamp was added to Wardle's hand, and the dim yellow light illuminated a distance of two or three meters at most, making the surrounding more quiet.
"You don't have to call me the savior all the time, my name is Angel."
Wardle paused and continued to walk forward: "There are too many ancients in the abyss. As long as you know your name, they will follow this clue and entangle you. Therefore, it is best not to use your real name. report it."
Wardle's steps were neither fast nor slow, and his tone was just right, making everyone feel very comfortable.
Angel originally wanted to inquire about this topic and find out more information, but at this moment, a faint sob suddenly came out in the darkness.
Angel looked at the source of the sound, and saw that in the darkness, a phantom emitting a green light slowly appeared.
It was a woman in a blood red dress.
However, this woman's face was covered with blue veins, her eyes were pale, and her expression was extremely hideous. The moment I saw them, I immediately changed from sobbing to piercing howls.
The terrifying ripples, carrying gusts of gloomy wind, rushed toward the face!
"Howl of the undead?!" Angel's expression changed, and his eyes suddenly lit up. Because of the Nightmare Soul Body, he is actually immune to undead attacks, but the Popota behind him is basically the same as a mortal, and it is easy to be affected.
The only thing Angel could think of was to use the "Field Field" green pattern to shield the ripples coming from it.
However, when his forehead hair had just been lifted and the green lines in his eyes had not jumped out, Wardle by his side held the bone scepter and gently tapped it.
After a crisp sound, the surrounding ripples disappeared in an instant, and the woman in the blood-colored long skirt... the undead, with a miserable cry, was blown into the depths of the dark wasteland by a wind blown for no reason.
Seeing that the female undead disappeared, the momentum emanating from Angel slowly dissipated, and his forehead hair drooped down again, covering his right eye.
Wardle looked at the flashing green light, and there seemed to be fluctuations in his eyes.
After everything was calm, Angel looked at Wardle with obvious vigilance and alertness.
Wardle didn't seem to notice, and said lightly: "That undead has been wandering in the dark wasteland, Ku Rondo has tried to take her away many times, but I have refused."
"Because she was my wife before her death."
The sudden turn made Angel stunned. The reason why he looked at Wardle was more alert because the undead appeared too coincidentally, and according to Wardle's strength in tearing space, it should be easy to deal with an undead. But he allowed the undead to appear, which made Angel have to think about whether this was what Wardle did on purpose.
But when Wardle said the relationship between the female undead and himself, these doubts had an answer.
"My wife, when she was about to die, didn't tell me that she secretly signed an oath with an ancient person and wanted to stay by my side forever. However, how could the ancient person easily do what she wanted? In the end, she became For the undead, wandering forever in this dark wasteland."
Wardle briefly explained the origin of the undead, there should be some details, but Wardle did not deliberately mention it.
Angel didn't know if what he said was true or not, but Angel didn't think he had the need to lie.
At this time, Greenwood suddenly said: "Is this female undead called Naia?"
Angel looked at Greenwood: "You know?"
Greenwood: "Master Orusia once went to see the cruel scholar, and I went with me. I stayed in the library there for a few years. Butler Tandin read me many stories, one of which was, The general plot is somewhat similar to this…”
Greywood looked at Wardle with doubts in his eyes.
"The Cruel Scholar has a record of this? That's right... After all, the one who signed the oath with Naia was the Demon God of Evil Desire, and I heard that he has a good relationship with the Cruel Scholar." Wardle paused, "Yes, my wife. It's Nia."
Although there was some speculation, when Wardle admitted, Greenwood's pupils shrank involuntarily.
Greenwood could not remember the exact time of the story, but it was certain that it happened before the fall of the old gods.
That is to say
"You are also an ancient one?"
Wardle didn't answer immediately, but held the lonely lamp, turned his head and continued to walk forward.
After a long time, Wardle said: "I survived because I have an inseparable bond with this continent. If the continent is born, I will live; if the continent dies, I will die. Withered consciousness, there is no freedom, and there is no right to self-existence, after all, it is not an ancient one."
Everyone didn't know how to pick up Wardle's words.
However, some details were deduced from some of his words.
Earlier, Wardle had said, Angel saved him. At that time, Angel didn't understand what it meant, but now it seems that Wardle meant that he and the mainland were both prosperous and damaged. There was an explanation for that.
After a period of silence, Angel broke the silence.
"You mentioned Ku Langdo just now... What's the matter with him? What does this gift mean?" Angel rubbed the black feather in his hand, he didn't feel anything unusual about the black feather.
"Kurondo was also born in this continent." Wardle's first sentence was a shocking surprise.
Was this death guide that frightened demons and aboriginal people born here? !
"Kurondo's origin is closely related to this continent. You saved Yuantan Continent. Even if he didn't say it, he should be grateful for coming. Otherwise, he wouldn't leave this crow feather to you. "
"This is, Crow Feather?" Angel looked at the black feather in his hand.
"That's right, this Crow Feather contains the breath of death and is a symbol of Kulangdo... Here we go."
Angel was about to listen to the role of this black feather, but at this moment, Wardle suddenly stopped, pointed to the front and said, "This is the destination."
"The place of darkness."
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