Chapter 1561： the end of a trip (2/2)

Amber shook his head again and again when he heard this, then raised his finger and pointed at Modier: "That's what he beat!"

"You think I'll believe it? I can feel where your breath is!" Gawain glared at the Shadow Assault Goose, his hands and feet were still a little awkward, and he was a little dizzy when he stood up, but these discomforts It was fading quickly, which also gave him the strength to tease the other party, "Don't forget, your breath has never been hidden from my perception. Since the day you came out of the coffin, I have remembered your breath!"

Amber immediately shrank his neck and stopped uttering a word, while Gawain turned his gaze to the great adventurer aside, and Modier just turned his gaze here.

"It seems that Ms. Ye played a 'joke' for us," Gawain laughed, "but from the way you look, you seem to be enjoying the journey."

A bright smile finally appeared on Modir's face, as if every hearty adventure came to an end, he was happy at the moment: "Of course, this is so interesting, I have experienced all kinds of adventures in my life. , but this kind of interesting travel is the first time I have met! Wandering on the border between the virtual and the real, shuttling between the waking and dreaming, exploring in the labyrinth constructed by light and shadow, and finally bringing you back to this world in such a wonderful way. There's nothing better than the end of an adventure!"

Gawain smiled and nodded, and before he could speak, a gust of wind suddenly swept in from the edge of the desert. The wind swept up the sky full of dust, and the dust swirled and condensed behind them. The next second, a lazy And a majestic voice descended from the sky: "This is really good news, Mr. Great Adventurer, I'm glad to see that you are satisfied with this 'story' that I have prepared for you."

The three of Gawain immediately turned around, and they saw that in the center of the desert, which was empty and empty, stood a magnificent and simple-looking throne at some point, and the ancient god, like a mountain and a dark cloud, was leaning on the armrest of the throne at this moment. Up, the clouds in the sky lowered his gaze, which first fell on Modier, and then on Gawain: "The anchoring process went well, you are firmer and more awake than I thought."

Immediately afterwards, before Gawain could speak, Madam Ye's eyes fell on Amber again: "Nice to see you, my... 'Shadow'."

Amber raised his head vigorously, trying to see Ms. Ye's face and couldn't help but exclaimed: "God! You are so tall!"

Then she seemed to want to say something, but before she could speak, Gawain suddenly touched her shoulder.

Amber closed her mouth immediately, only then did she notice the changes in Modir standing beside her.

All colors are fading from this great adventurer.

First from the hair, then to the eyebrows, then to the clothes on the body, the skin, the walking stick... It seems that an invisible flowing water is washing the old man who goes against the time. Pure grey.

It was as gray as the shadow desert beneath his feet.

Modier himself obviously noticed this. He raised his hand and looked at it. With this action, countless sand and dust fell from him. At this moment, his whole person was like a statue of sand and dust. It was a process of continuous disintegration, but even so, a smile appeared on his face: "This... is also quite incredible, it's the first time I've seen it."

"Hey! Old man, you..." Amber was taken aback, she immediately subconsciously wanted to maintain the shadow dust on Modier, but soon found it was futile, so she immediately looked up in the direction of Ms. Ye , "Is there anything you can do? He..."

"All journeys have an end," however, Modier's voice interrupted her, and the old mage shook his head calmly, "Many, many years ago, my journey has actually reached its end, but I Wandering for centuries before this end..."

Modir's voice fell, and in front of Lady Night's throne, another voice as old as Modir came from the black book: "It's time to draw an end to this long adventure, a A good story needs an ending."

"Yes, it needs an ending," Modir nodded lightly and walked towards the throne, "Some people will be crowned at the end, some will go into hiding at the end, and some will live in the end. Days of peace and joy came, and a lousy old man who went on adventures...at the end of the world's oldest god..."

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Modier slowly raised his head, and in a trance, he seemed to recall some yellowish images. It was six centuries ago. He also stood here, looking up at the ancient gods like this. Fragments of memory dissipate like the wind, leaving only the clear picture in front of you

He saw the steps leading to the throne extending upwards in his field of vision, and a tall stone pillar stood in front of the steps. The large black book at the top of the stone pillar had been opened. There was no wind, but the pages turned to the end on their own. A page with lines of text constantly appearing on the blank page, with the life of Modir Wilder written in black letters

"At the end of the journey, the great adventurer Modir returned to the throne of Lady Night. Six hundred years ago, he took over the mission in front of the throne, and he wanted to send a warning to the world. Today, six hundred years later, the world is already Get out of that disaster...

"The world is still not safe, but for the great adventurer, his mission is accomplished.

"So he raised his head, looked at the ancient god, and said."

Modier raised his head with a smile on his face: "Ma'am, the news has arrived."

Lady Ye lowered her head: "Thank you for your efforts so far, Mr. Great Adventurer."

A gust of wind blew across the throne, and Modir's gray-white body suddenly turned into sand and dust, and then all the sand and dust were swept up and flew to the stone pillar in front of the throne. Between every page that flows into it, with the sound of clattering, the book finally slams shut, and on the dark cover, the quaint words gradually emerge:

"Modir's Travels"