What happened to other countries, I didn't want to control it, and I couldn't control it.
But the chaos in San Antonio was destined to have far-reaching consequences.
At least I was in a lot of trouble looking for ruins in the desert area.
The relics in the records have been found. Around the sand dunes in the desert area, I directly opened a big hole and just found the ancient relics that had fallen into the ground.
But soon, I found myself on the wrong target.
"Snake God Ruins?"
Although I wrote a lot of messy things to earn manuscript fees, I am not good at archaeology, and the ruins in front of me do not require much archaeological knowledge.
The most valuable of ancient ruins are tombs or temples. They often contain many treasures and magical items. Tomb robbers... Adventurers can easily find the direction of the target by using magic exploration skills.
"It seems that this time it was empty."
But this time, when I saw that the murals were all creatures with snake heads and human beings, as well as various voodoo pots, straw men, wooden spears and other debris, I just didn’t explore very deeply, and I knew I was wrong.
And the magic perception vaguely reacted, obviously some magic items were not taken away.
If it was in the past, I would be very interested in exploring temples and the like. After all, many artifacts, rare treasures, and ancient magic were dug up like this. Tomb robbers... Exploring ruins is always the most profitable business.
But exploring the ruins requires a lot of patience and infinite time, which I don't have.
There are a lot of troubles on the main plane now, and I don't have the heart to hang around here.
Since it has been determined that this relic is not the site of the Sun God, then the remaining one is very likely.
"At this point in time, halfway through San Antonio..."
Just thinking about it makes me feel a headache. I still have the title of Chief Most Wanted. Although some people don't take it seriously, the knights and guards at the grassroots level will take it seriously.
Once the identity is exposed, I am afraid it will be trouble again.
But there are some things that I have to do. The world is getting more and more chaotic. I am afraid that the day when the gods will descend to earth is just around the corner. If I can't make a breakthrough as soon as possible... It seems that I have a lot of enemies among the gods. The gods are not one or two, if it really comes to the age of gods and chaos...
"...I won't be the first mortal to be raided by the gods. I'm afraid this alone will make my name go down in history, but I'd rather not have such an honor..."
There were a lot of gods who offended me back then. Anyway, it was impossible for them to come down to earth in real life, and they couldn't take care of me when they came down to incarnate. I offended me to death.
Killing their mortal church is equivalent to severing their beliefs. If they don't fall, they are considered powerful. Among the gods, such hatred is bigger than the hatred of killing the father.
As for the specific enemies... I really can't remember, who will remember how much they crushed when they swept, and how many priests and priests of the true gods were killed along the way.
"Be quiet..."
After thinking about it, I can really only be a shrinking turtle for a while. At least until a few magic swords are in hand, it is still not suitable to fight with god-level characters.
Well, as long as those few magic swords can really play a role, I have no fear of encountering the real body of the gods.
I sacrificed everything and reincarnated. If I can't become stronger, then I'm not stupid.
In the theoretical design, there is only one magic sword that exists. At least I can save my life in front of the gods. If the most dangerous magic sword over there is made, it should not be difficult to kill the gods.
"Go, go."
Putting on a hood, turning age fraud jewelry, wearing a fake beard, and putting on a worn chainmail, this time, the one who chose to disguise was a middle-aged version of the poor adventurer.
Such middle-aged and frustrated mercenaries have always occupied the majority of adventurers. As long as you are careful, I don't think they will be exposed.
And I am immune to most reconnaissance spells, and I don't need to worry about being blocked.
Looking back now, if I hadn't leaked my whereabouts to Prince Winston, the other party couldn't have grasped my position, and made the layout accordingly.
But the thought of the long road back gives me a headache.
It's not that I don't want to ride a flying mount to soar in the sky. That day's empty journey is worth a full week's walk, but San Antonio is not a small country. .
Getting out of the desert was very smooth, even walking and flying, it only took one day, but the rest of the journey was obviously going to be very difficult.
When I thought that most of the time I could not enter the city along the way, and I usually had to eat and sleep on the way, I was even more depressed, and I had the urge to fly directly.
On the way, the adventure mixed into a city and communicated with intelligence dealers, and the news was even more frustrating.
At least in most parts of San Antonio, I can't get rid of my suspect's hat, and the most ridiculous and most annoying thing is that I have been linked with the Church of San Antonio. All the news seems to be accusing St. The church created this turmoil, Prince Winston was the bastard of the church, and I was the murderer they sent.
I can understand that political propaganda is mostly bullshit, but to the extent that it is bullshit, it can be considered difficult for those propagandists.
Roland, the sworn enemy of the Holy Church, actually cooperated with the Holy Church? To murder a certain queen thousands of miles away? It takes a lot of nonsense to make people believe such a ridiculous message.
And when I go to any city, I can see my big head posted on the bounty bar and the city gate, which makes me helplessly reduce my plans to enter and leave the city.
I found a grocery store, replenished water and unpalatable dry food, and went on the road again.
I considered whether or not to find a Chamber of Commerce team or an adventurer team to join in. It would be better to mix in than to go on the road alone, but considering the "turtle speed" of ordinary people, I had no choice but to go on the road alone.
Everywhere you go, you can see intensely trained militiamen and knights cruising everywhere, and the shadow of civil war seems to have loomed over the country.
But when I was about to arrive at Winston's site and approached the Tarot River, I got certain news.
The civil war broke out a day ago.
Under the cover of night, the cavalry regiment of Duke Bartello attacked the border city of Turdin and killed all the rebels.
This fortress city-state is hard to find even its name on the land. The permanent garrison is less than 2,000 people. At this time, it has attracted the attention of all beings, including gods, because this action only represents one thing - San Antonli The Austrian Civil War broke out.
What makes people even more incredible is that among the sergeants of Duke Bartello, trolls and balrogs appeared, and the former mortal enemies actually became allies.
Thinking that Maria also died in the hands of the devil, if she had a spirit under the spring, I am afraid she would have exploded with anger.
And I turned over the map, but found that Turdin was not far from where I was. After hesitating for a moment, I chose to detour.
But unfortunately, this time, it was a little late, and the pursuers had already come to the door.