Chapter 1221： found it (1/2)
That lazy and majestic voice echoed between the heavens and the earth, and Modil, hiding in the shadows, could feel the unimaginable power of mortals and a certain...heavy breath that was revealed with a long time. But this The owner of the voice seemed to be a much more peaceful and friendly existence than Modil had imagined, at least...she was willing to talk about adventures with a person who was suspected of being "another Modil" as usual.
This kind of friendly performance also made Modil more courageous. He recalled what the dragon leader had said to him, and thought of the possible identity of the "lady"... The lost deity, a "right god", is he friendly? Perhaps she would not attack an intruder like herself who accidentally ran in, or she might have known her existence a long time ago. Is the voice talking to her really another herself? Or...this incident has something to do with my lost memory?
All kinds of thoughts are turning around in the head of the great adventurer. He has been keen to step into the unknown all his life, and now he has the largest "unknown" that he has never touched in his entire life. The itching feeling made him more and more restless. Finally, when the conversation next to the throne sounded again, he made up his mind and began to carefully move closer to the throne while taking advantage of the cover of the surrounding buildings.
He has not forgotten to impose layer after layer of protection and breath masking spells on himself, he has not forgotten to always hide in the shadows, avoid the prying eyes that may come from the sky, and he has not forgotten to condense his breath and make himself like dust on the roadside. Losing the "sense of existence", but at the same time he also knew that if the opposite was really a deity, all the protection he had done at the moment was actually just a joke.
"Mr. Adventurer, what are you thinking about now?" The majestic and lazy voice rang again, and then, next to the throne, "Another Modil" answered: "I'm thinking about what I have been with. How long have you been in this weird place together... My perception of the passage of time has greatly diminished, but I guess it must have been a long time, at least not as short as a year and a half..."
"Ah, it doesn’t make much sense to think about this. This is the deepest part of the deep realm. It is a folded dreamland, a kingdom of God that is misplaced with reality. In this place, the ripples from this world are already weak and almost impossible. You and I have any impact-the same goes for the passage of time. Relax your nerves, it's rare that the disgusting intruder is quieter now."
"Thank you for your reminder, but I am a mortal after all-I now even feel that my memories of my early adventures are beginning to blur," another Modil said helplessly, "On these'cheesy topics' , I can’t be as free and easy as a **** like you. But then again, how long have you been asleep here, do you know? Oh, I mean relative to the time scale of this world..."
"...Who knows? I am afraid that only the pioneers who have left this planet can study and understand such a profound problem," said the lazy and majestic voice with a faint smile, "no one can know in a dream How long have I slept—the same goes for God."
Between the shadows of the building, Modil's footsteps are getting faster and faster, and the voice from the throne echoes clearly in his ears, but compared to the conversation, the voice in his heart is really loud. :
"Crazy... I am mostly crazy... This is no ordinary danger. It is a **** who has survived from the ancient times to the present-Modil, he can kill you with just one look! No need, really It’s not necessary. The adventurous spirit is not blindly dying, to get in front of an ancient **** to inquire about things, is this tired of life... That voice is indeed very similar to me, but this is not a reason to spare my life, in those ancient weird In the ruins, do I see similar things rarely... Be cautious, and be more cautious, this really can't beat..."
The self-warnings and denials in his mind flooded like a tide, and in the end it even turned into an uncontrollable low-pitched murmur in his throat. However, Modil's footsteps did not stop at all. He finally noticed the abnormality, as he continued. Near the straight border cut out at the end of the street, this anomaly is becoming more and more obvious:
He is being attracted by a deadly force. That force comes from the voice that has never been seen next to the throne, which is almost the same as himself. He is unstoppably having an urge to go to where that voice is, just like being mad. Driven out of control believers are generally, chasing some dangerous fate.
He is aware of the danger and experience-although he no longer remembers when this experience was, experience told him that this kind of "impulse" that arises from his own heart but cannot control and interfere at all is absolutely weird and deadly. , It is usually the result of mental pollution, or the temptation of evil spirits! !
However, at this moment, the strong mental power that the legendary mage is proud of has completely defeated for the first time. He is sober-minded, but he is completely unable to control his faster and faster pace. In the end, he no longer even hides in the shadows. , But quickly rushed in the direction of the throne on the street.
In just a few moments, Modil rushed to the end of the street, and the boundary cut by an invisible blade lay before his eyes, while the desolate and faded desert beyond the boundary and the towering mountain-like throne in the distance were reflected. In his eyes, he seemed to have smelled the breath of "that place", and... he found that he had taken steps without hesitation, and was about to step towards...
A roar suddenly sounded in his mind. Modil only felt that the world was spinning. Just before he was about to fall into a dead end, he felt a powerful force coming from nowhere, forcibly pulling himself out of the deadly vortex. , And then he perceives the specific existence of this power, and perceives that someone has grabbed his arm and completely awakened himself from his deep sleep.
The old mage suddenly opened his eyes, and finally saw the familiar and colorful world, and felt the gentle shaking of his arm.
He raised his head in a bit of astonishment, and a touch of white came into view. A lady with long silver hair, wearing a white fleece skirt and snow fox shawl, with a cold and elegant look was standing beside him, with one hand on her. On his shoulders-he was sure he didn't know this lady, but the gaze the lady looked at was obviously not like a simple stranger passing by.
Who is this? When did such an extraordinary lady appear in the adventurer camp? She doesn't look like a vulgar adventurer.
Modil frowned. The opponent's eyes seemed to be filled with magical gleam, and the texture was like freezing ice crystals. He couldn't help but look at it more. For some reason, he always felt that these eyes gave him a little inexplicable. Familiarity and intimacy. At the same time, he also noticed that there were other figures beside this lady: the black dragon girl who was the messenger of Herragor, and a young woman with long black hair who he did not know. .
He seemed to understand instantly.
When she was under scrutiny, Victoria Wilde’s gaze also fell on the ordinary and old-looking old man in front of her. In fact, she had been standing here for a few minutes-the dragon named Coretta. When the girl brought her here, the old mage was immersed in her sleep, regardless of whether the other party was her ancestor or not, out of respect for her elders, she did not rashly interrupt her.