Chapter 1223： The chase of the ancient gods (1/2)

Hearing Victoria’s answer, Modil seemed relieved, with a relieved smile on his face-although to him, Victoria at this moment is still just a stranger who has just known each other not long, but " The word "descendant" still produced some kind of inexplicable imprint in the heart of this old mage who often lost his memory, and as for Victoria... her feelings were much more complicated.

But in any case, it would be good to be able to use this topic to fool the ancestors-the shrewd, strong, mature and stable Duchess of the North, who has always been in front of others, has had a deep sense of powerlessness at this moment.

"I'm here... In addition to getting to know you, I also want to know about your situation." After a sigh of relief, Victoria immediately took over the initiative to prevent the atmosphere that had finally stabilized from sliding towards A direction that I can’t control, "I learned from the Dragon Race what happened to you...such as the confusion and lack of memory, and a short period of mental trance. This may be related to your experience six hundred years ago... …"

"Six hundred years ago..." Modil couldn't help muttering softly, with a complicated expression on his face, "Actually, even though I said that, I still can't believe it, six hundred years... as you said. , I have lived almost from the early days of Ansu's founding to the present, and have been wandering in a muddle-headed manner for so many years..."

"There are not no ancient people who have survived for centuries. The miracle of resurrection has also appeared. In the transcendental realm, it is always inevitable that something beyond common sense will happen," Victoria said softly. "As a legendary powerhouse, you experienced What can change the essence of life is not unimaginable..."

"Yes," Modil thought for a while, and finally he smiled. "I don't think about it. It's rare for you to come. You mentioned my memory and mental state just now... Indeed, I'm out of this aspect. A big problem, not only can I not remember my surname, but also my hometown and all my experiences when I was young. You see, I don’t even know that I have left offspring. I don’t know that you are a descendant, and I don’t know. I have been wandering in this world for so many years-but compared to the memory problem, I recently felt that I might be in greater trouble."

"Bigger trouble?" Victoria frowned immediately, "What kind of trouble?"

"Recently, I have fallen into a weird dream more than once, and in the dream, I arrived at a place that looks like the shadow world, weird and implicitly horrible," Modil recalled his recent experience while putting himself in the dream. Seeing and hearing whispered, "I saw the gray-white desert and the ruins of the city in the distance, and a huge god...

"...The leader of the dragon clan told me that what I saw was most likely the ancient **** "Shadow Goddess" who had been'missing' for nearly two million years, but as for the other voice that was almost the same as mine, even he Do not know what's going on……"

The old mage slowly talked about all the details he could remember, while Victoria became more and more serious in the process of listening carefully: even a layman who only has a superficial understanding in the transcendental field is standing here, and he can learn from this narration. Realizing what a weird and dangerous experience it was, not to mention that she was an erudite caster herself, and at the same time she had access to the huge information publicly available within the Theocracy Council-she could think of more.

It was about an ancient god, that **** even existed in the same age as the Dragon God... The complexity and importance of this matter instantly exceeded her expectations before she set out.

Upon hearing the old mage talk about his last-minute thrilling experience in "Dreamland," and hearing that he was almost about to step out of the street and into the gray-white desert, Victoria's eyes finally changed slightly, and she subconsciously said: " You almost stepped into that desert? But I was dragged back?"

"I'm not sure what force brought me back, but this is the biggest possibility," Modil said very seriously. Although his memory is messy and shattered, the knowledge in his mind is still vast. As an extraordinary person with profound knowledge, he can roughly guess what factors caused him to wake up only by speculation, "Your magical interference, spiritual comfort, maybe there is a little blood force at work..."

"If this is true, then we should be thankful," Victoria said from the bottom of his heart. "Unfortunately, it is difficult for us to determine the essence of the'dream' you experienced, let alone try it. What will happen if you really step into that desert... Judging from common sense, if it is really a realm created by an ancient deity, then regardless of his own will, that realm is a fatal threat to mortals. "

"I think so, anyway, if I get dragged into that dream again next time, I will definitely find a way to wake up as soon as possible. If I really can't wake up, I have to think of a way to fix myself in a safe place to prevent being lured by inexplicable forces. Run to commit suicide..." Modil curled his lips, and while talking, he raised one foot and shook it. It was the foot he almost stepped into the desert in his dream. All the tips of your toes touch..."

Halfway through the old mage, the voice stopped abruptly. He stared at his toes with wide eyes, and the expression on his face instantly became very serious.

Victoria immediately noticed this, and subconsciously followed the old man's gaze-she saw what made Modil suddenly serious: on the front of the old mage’s boots, there were a few gray grains. The sand is quietly sticking to the leather surface of the boots. Against the black background, those gray-white substances that shouldn't belong to this world are particularly eye-catching.

"This..." Victoria reacted instantly, but before she took any action, Modil's voice sounded first: "Don't move, this is a sample!"

While talking, the old mage raised his hand and waved in the air, and the invisible magic power immediately condensed into a translucent hand of shaping-Victoria had never seen such a dexterous and precise hand of shaping, she saw that With a hand made of magical power, he carefully pinched the gray-white sand and slowly placed them on a small wooden plate on the desk next to him. After that, Modil stood up with a serious face. He walked out the same route as he entered the house, and it took another half a minute before he returned to the house.

Victoria knew that the old man was going to check if there were any other grains of sand left on the ground when he was walking around. Under the peaceful and informal appearance was an extremely meticulous and cautious character. She finally established a first for her ancestors. An impression.

"No more," Modil returned to the desk, his eyes fixed on a few grains of sand in the wooden plate, and he muttered in a low voice as he thought about it, "It seems that I brought this thing from'over there.' of."

Then he raised his head and glanced at Victoria, with a smile on his face: "It's against common sense, right? I've encountered this kind of violation of common sense this time. But think about it might be related to an ancient god. Contact... If you violate common sense, then violate common sense."