It is recorded in the magical runes written by Ogilia:
The corpses swallowed the people of the griffon, and the young city was reduced to a sea of blood. The demigod decided to gather his last strength and created a tiny cocoon-like plane.
He imitated the behavior of the three good gods who separated the realm of the gods and purgatory, and since then he has been far away from the kingdom of the living, and moved to the prison with the untamed undead.
A hurricane vortex of blood and dust swept up all the corpses he had ever raised or killed. The demigod stood in the eye of the wind, looking at his three creations through the wind wall.
The creatures have grown individually for a long time, and now they have powers that even the demigods can't imagine.
Ogilia made her own decision, sacrificing most of her attack abilities. She turned them into solid anchors, tightly hooking the newborn plane, so that it would not drift away without a trace.
Siegfried also released the rare controlling power in the world, allowing them to act on the master. He allowed the Lord of Skeletons to come back for seven days every hundred years, which is the smallest interval for the alien plane to be forcibly opened and closed. If you want more time. or smaller spacing, even he can't do it.
Odette used almost all of her healing power to pull a small number of humans in that kingdom back from the brink of death. The people who worshiped the griffin did not perish. One day, they will meet the maharaja again.
After doing this, the three creations almost exhausted their strength and could no longer fight like they used to. After traveling around for many years, Siegfel and Odile fell into a deep sleep. Before that, Odiria left the book to Odette, who was once the most powerful.
Odette stayed in the human kingdom, silently accompanying the revived people. He hopes that the country can regain its glory and live forever. He told them the stories of the past, and taught them to record the present and the future... One day in the future, the descendants of the survivors will find the prison and meet the demigod, and they can tell him: We survived, we have forgiven you, We would love to have you back.
Due to the exhaustion of soul and body, Odette also fell into a deep sleep somewhere after many years, and has since disappeared from people's impressions. The book remained in the hands of the human recorders, passed down for generations, and then stopped writing on the last piece of parchment.
It wasn't officially named for the first time until it had its first real reader. The first half of the book depicts darkness and chaos, so it is named "Midnight Chronicle"; the second half of the book records the various experiences of the silver griffin nation and its friends, so it is called "Silver Hymns".
After a long time, this book was gradually forgotten by most people. Before that, it has affected many documents and unofficial history handed down from the early days. Those records have deviations, and future generations will continue to have differences in understanding when reading. Many things have been passed down from generation to generation, and they have long been passed down...
For example... about the blood of the silver griffin, and about the method to lift the curse...
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Burris curled up under the stone gate, struggled a few times, and couldn't even stand up. The moment the spell was completed, he experienced hemiplegia for the first time.
Countless information scrambled in his mind, almost taking away the brain's instinct to control the body. He sternly ordered himself to concentrate in his mind, not daring to relax for a moment. After persisting like this for a long time, he was finally able to move his hands and feet a little. If he gives up self-control and lets the already vast amount of information in his head expand freely, he may lose consciousness, forget his purpose, and possibly even himself.
After an unknown amount of time, he propped himself against the wall and sat up, still dizzy. He had a similar feeling before... About 20 years ago, several adventurers found a spell book from the ancient ruins. The book contained shocking protection and curses. It casts a new spell, and each day's spell is more vicious than the day before. Any burning or corrosive effect is okay, but the most troublesome thing is the curse that affects the mind. Before the book was sent to the high-level office of Hilda Academy, it had successfully driven seven or eight mages crazy.
Burris battled wits and courage with the magic in the book all afternoon. In the end, he successfully resisted the temptation, and the book put away its edge and surrendered to him. Later, he had tinnitus all morning and had a headache all day. Fortunately, the knowledge in the spell book was of great significance, and this small price was worth it.
To be honest, the adverse reaction after casting the spell today is not as serious as that time. Burris's extraction technique was very successful, he got the information he wanted without affecting his health...
Oddly enough, when he tried to recall the information he had received, he couldn't help but start crying...and even gradually developed into sobs.
There's only him here... and a dead body. No one saw, no one knew, no one believed that Master Boris Gershaw was hiding in the underground ruins and crying secretly.
He was sad and surprised, and in his blurred vision, a picture of his childhood appeared: he didn't remember much at that time, and he hadn't heard of magic yet. He walked in the wind and snow, lowered his head, squinted his eyes, gritted his teeth, and held his mother's hand tightly.
When she walked slowly, he stuck to her side, and when she walked fast, he trotted to keep up with her. He was hungry and cold, but he didn't want to complain to his mother, he felt that children should follow adults, and adults would definitely protect him forever...
Until the man picked him up - presumably because he was walking too slowly - his mind went blank and he suddenly started wailing.
Because, the person in front of him... was not his mother at all.
He walked with his "mother" for several days and nights, never crying or making trouble. He loves "her" so much, and relies on "her" so much, he is worried that "she" will fall ill, and he is also worried that "she" will abandon him... In order to endure hunger and fatigue, he fantasizes that he is sitting by the fire with his mother Relatives and friends gathered around, they were far away from the cold and hunger, and lived happily ever after... He has survived for so long relying on the warmth of his fantasy, and now it is dawn and the snow has stopped, and the picture in his fantasy seems to be getting closer ... But he found that he didn't know the people around him at all.
The man was a pharmacist and, in a way, his first teacher. It took him a few years to gradually understand that he was too young to understand the death of his parents.
The chemist didn't hurt him, and he wasn't afraid of the pharmacist himself. What he is afraid of is the strange, the unknown, and the uncontrollable life.
When he was a teenager, he couldn't remember much about his childhood. Most children don't remember their childhood life very much, unless there are adults around them who repeatedly narrate and remind them. The experience in the snowstorm has completely sunk into the depths of his memory.
Until the apothecary brought him to Yriel, the unspeakable sense of fear reappeared. But this time he grew up, and he knew how to overcome his fear.
He didn't lose control, he didn't even resist. He strives to grasp the pace of his progress, and every day he has to figure out how to take the next step.
From the beginning of contact with arcane arts, to the betrayal of the mentor, to being taken to the prison cart by the knights of the temple... He never missed the people around him again, and never relied on the fantasy fire to keep warm.
He no longer assumes the past, only concentrating on the future.
Looking back now, the appearance of the Skeleton Lord is like a dream.
That person led him through the dangerous situation and out of the severe cold, a bit like the close relative in his fantasy, a bit like the pharmacist back then, and a bit like someone he had silently longed for since he was a child...
What kind of person is "a certain person"? He couldn't tell either. Probably someone who can listen to him talk about the future, and someone who can trust each other with him...
Burris forcibly drove away the memories and stabilized his mind. When he raised his head again, he saw Lot's phantom in the air.
Lord of Bones, Lotbald, the man who rescued him from the lake, carried him through the freezing cold, invited him to dance at the royal ball, parodied romance novels with a playful face, and said he would live with him forever in his tower in the Mountains of No Return …
Whenever Burris imagined a vision of being with Lott, it was immediately swallowed up by Chronicles and Carols.
Lotte's grinning appearance was reflected in the foam. The magical runes became thorns, and bone-colored spikes grew from the thorns, and the foam was pierced by the spikes, turning into an ancient battlefield burned by wildfire.
The demigod with black horns looked at the corpses everywhere, and wailed silently in the center of the hurricane.
Just like when I was a child. The mage raised his head, squinted his eyes, and looked carefully... Then, his mind went blank, and he almost lost his mind in horror.
Who are you
I have trekked so far, and I have been chasing... who is it
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Before waking up again, Burris felt like he was falling from a height.
The falling feeling during sleep is normal, which at least means that you are sleeping and not in a coma. He hurriedly got up, and tidied up the spell-casting equipment in some embarrassment.
He was ashamed and scared. I am ashamed that I have made a mistake that many old people are prone to make: arrogance. Just now he thought that the spell was cast flawlessly, and he judged that his health was not affected... Now it seems that is not the case.
His spell-casting process is indeed rigorous, and the adverse symptoms are relatively mild, but it is still very dangerous... Just now he lost control, cried loudly, and passed out again... The abnormal feelings he experienced were all extraction techniques and ancient books Surprise for him.
What he is afraid of is that if the symptoms are more serious, his self-control will be even worse... Maybe he will really experience the taste of permanent IQ reduction.
The thought made him laugh. He used to feel his IQ drop, usually when he was talking to Lott.
Lott always choked him with ingenious logic until his IQ dropped, making him feel that he was really only twenty years old, bickering with his peers, even flirting...
Thinking of Lott, Boris calmed down, recalled seriously, and finally found the reason for Lott's deep sleep from the information he obtained.