155. Chapter 144 Extra Thousand Years of Prayer

Author: Former Kodak Duck

Chapter 144 Extra Thousand Years of Prayer

"Master Rickman, Master Rickman!"

The attendant's shout awakened the archmage from the deep dream caused by the spell. Alan Rickman opened his eyes, looked at the attendant in front of him, then looked down at his still strong hands in his prime, only to

I felt dazed for a while.

"The king has ordered you to find him as soon as the spell ends."

When the attendant's words came, Alan Rickman noticed that the several magic weapons placed in a ring around him in the tent had all been turned into ashes - the time of the legendary spells was over.

"I know." Rickman agreed, then grabbed the robe and staff beside him and walked out of the tent where he had just cast the spell.

It was pitch black outside the tent, as if the whole world had been plunged into darkness, as if everything around him was at a standstill.

Of course, the Archmage knew that this was just an illusion - there were neatly erected tents around him, a large number of weapons, auxiliary equipment, and an unknown number of warriors, who were strictly observing the rules at this moment.

During the wartime blackout, wearing thick clothes and armor, patrolling back and forth in the camp.

"What time is it now?" the Archmage asked.

"It's three quarters before sunrise, Archmage Rickman." The attendant replied respectfully.

At this time, the Archmage realized again that the sun had been blocked.

At this time, the mage's eyes had adapted to the darkness again. He saw the air filled with black mist, the dark clouds spreading like a black carpet in the sky, and the warriors who looked a little tired and frightened in the darkness.

To be able to see all this, one has to rely on a ray of light from the very distant sky - through magic, the mage can see that there is another extreme scene at the other end of the horizon - everything seems to be shrouded in

There was a kind of light that illuminated the earth. The light was dazzling from all directions, so that the creatures standing under the light did not even have a shadow. It formed a sharp and extreme contrast with the darkness they were in now.

The junction of extreme darkness and extreme light, the Hengduan Mountains winding over the earth like a dragon, and the vast plains are their destinations.

Although the temperature in the spring morning was not particularly low, Alan Rickman still wrapped his robe tighter. He followed the attendant and glanced at the pile of spears stuck on the ground like a forest, and the nervous patrols.

The soldiers passed by each other, and after returning the salutes several times to the soldiers who saluted him, they finally arrived at their destination - the main tent of the Chinese army, which was also the royal tent.

The moment he entered the tent, the light inside the tent came out. The soldiers standing guard outside stared longingly at the fleeting light. It was not until long after the thick curtains of the tent were lowered again that they turned their heads again.

Watch out for enemies in the dark.

Inside the tent, the animal oil lamp radiated pitiful heat and weak light to the surroundings. Under the illumination of the oil lamp, the Archmage could barely see the scene inside the tent clearly:

There are five creatures sitting on the ground in a ring in the tent. The human sitting upright like a statue is the commander he is loyal to, the former city lord of Guixu City and the current commander of the coalition forces, Elendi Yinrahil; sitting there

On his left hand side, with the warhammer in his hand and wearing heavy armor, is the dwarf commander Grimnir - Lava; the elf who is kneeling on the right side of Imrahil, with his short wand placed horizontally on his knee, is

The king chosen by the remaining elves - Ulthuan Stardew.

Sitting facing Inrahil, one was the orc chief Mogrim-Red Q, and the other was the representative of the dragon clan, Doll Amroth.

Alan learned from studying history that many years ago, this meeting should have had many names, such as the Meeting of Sages, or the Martial Arts Performance of All Saints. There should have been many, many people attending this meeting, and this tent should not have been able to fit at all.

…..Representatives of goblins, sea tribes, ogres, wing tribes, and other races should gather together.

According to the records in the book, this meeting should have been held in the splendid dome of the world. There should have been soft, non-artificial light entering the hall, and there should have been demon servants holding incense burners burning incense at the edge of the hall...

.

….Instead of like now, there were only representatives of five races attending the meeting, in a small tent, under the light of an animal oil lamp whose flame was so weak that it seemed that it could be extinguished at any time….

The flame was so erratic, as if it could be extinguished at any time... just like the current fate of this world.

"Sorry," Alan gritted his teeth and suppressed the infinite sadness, then bowed to the five commanders in the tent, "I just finished casting the spell, and I'm still in a trance..."

"Now that things have happened, there is nothing to hide." A hint of helplessness flashed in the eyes of the orc chief Mogrim, "The end of the world has come. Even if you are afraid, no one will blame you."

Alan saw the orcs who once had nothing to fear except hunger, so sad, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart - the Lord of the Black Mist, who has occupied half of the world, has brought fear to the orcs other than famine, making them fearless these days.

The orcs actually felt despair for the first time.

"The world will not come to an end. It is us who will come to an end. The world will continue to exist many years after we disappear..." The Dwarf King let out a sigh that was inconsistent with his mighty appearance.

The calm look on his face made people think he was a hermit.

As the most obsessed of all races in the world, have the dwarves given up their obsession after being oppressed...

Thinking of this, Alan looked at the withered-faced elf again. His clothes were in tatters and there was no dragon at all. A sense of sadness could not help but surge up from the bottom of his heart.

But just before this sadness turned into tears, Alan saw the eyes of Imrahil - those eyes were clear and sharp, and more importantly, they were exuding a feeling that there was no need to live with sorrow, and that he would die bravely.

Today’s determination.

Seeing the owner of these eyes nodding to him, Alan Rickman suddenly felt that the sadness in his heart turned into a stream of warmth in an instant, and the gathering of tears was suddenly interrupted.

"Alan Rickman is here to report that all preparations have been completed." The Archmage firmly and proudly bowed to the five people in front of him.

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the tent suddenly changed.

At that moment, the muscles all over Mogrim's body seemed to swell in an instant, and fierce light penetrated from his eyes in his heart; the dwarf king subconsciously grabbed his chest, where the now empty position should have been.

The place where the symbol of dwarf paranoia, the Book of Revenge, is placed; the withered-faced elf Osuun raised his head, and at that moment, the brilliance in his eyes flowed, as if he was bathed in the moonlight again; and the eyes of the giant dragon that turned into a human form were full of light.

The light of hope flashed.

"Everything that can be done has been done," the Archmage said slowly but firmly, looking at the five kings present, "The next step is to bravely march towards the battlefield where the black and white twin gods are about to collide."

After hearing Alan's words, the momentum that the kings here had just mustered up began to shrink back. But at this moment, somewhere in an abandoned barn where the army was stationed, a group of people appeared.

The rooster, which was not taken away by its owner during the hasty evacuation, opened its throat and let out a sharp cry.

In the dark morning, on the spring land covered by death, the rooster loudly welcomes the invisible life.

In response to the cry, Yinrahil held his head high and spoke in a powerful voice:

"The ancestors of all of us have played with the good intentions of Goddess N, and have taken advantage of her power, or robbed her. None of us can escape from the fact that the goddess split into two demon gods, black and white.

Our ancestors feasted at the banquet made from the goddess's corpse, and it was us, the descendants, who paid the bill."

"This does sound unfair, but if we keep talking about "unfairness" and complain about ourselves without rising up to resist, we will never be able to pay off our debts and we will never be able to move forward."

"The power of the black and white demons has covered the entire world. No matter which side wins in the end, it will be our tragic defeat; if the black demon wins, the world will fall into absolute chaos, and everything will be driven by endless desire.

Rot in the abyss and eventually return to nothingness; if the White Demon God wins, all the intense and colorful emotions will completely disappear, and all of us will turn into emotionless inorganic matter and eventually return to nothingness..."

"Why did the real goddess entrust her last remaining kindness to the world and her last hope to the world to us? Isn't it just for this moment?"

As Rahil's impassioned words temporarily came to an end, the other four kings looked at each other. Soon, Dragon King Doll Amros spoke:

"But the world has been completely owned by the black and white demon gods. Their respective demon armies are the sum of all the military forces in the world except us, and we only have 36,000 warriors..."

"On the battlefield of the decisive battle between black and white, all the warriors from all over the world will appear there," the orc chief looked into the distance, as if through the tent and darkness, he could see the place where darkness and white light bordered the place where the dead people had been killed.

On the doomsday battlefield filled with blood, "Thirty-six thousand people, compared with the continuous injection of combat power from all over the world, we... are really too small."

"Also, almost all warriors have some goddess power under the control of the Black and White Demon God," Doll Amros said bitterly, "This is true for the Dragon Clan. If you look at the Dragon Clan alone, there are tens of thousands of them.

How can a dragon warrior with the power of a goddess become immortal and fight against thirty-six thousand mixed race troops? Even if I were the Dragon King, I would be drowned among the dragons. What’s more, I’m just the Dragon King.

Attendant..."

"The goodwill and hope that the true goddess left us are more than just will and words," Imrahil interrupted Doll Amros's dejected words, "What the goddess left us is more powerful."

"What kind of power is there left?" Mogrim said with fear in his eyes. "Due to the ancestors' wanton actions, the goddess's power has been completely divided by the black and white demon gods. Even if the goddess's divine remains have the power to remain,

It should also be a trivial force that even the demon gods would not even bother to divide up..."

"No, the goddess still has the last trump card left..." Yinrahil shook his head, his eyes full of hope.

As he spoke eloquently, the light of hope in the eyes of the other four leaders lit up little by little.

"If this is really the case, maybe it is really possible for us to reach the Origin Engine before the Black and White Demon God. In that case, there will be hope for the Supreme Dragon!" Doll Amros said excitedly.

"The blood of the stars, and the divine weapon Alexander that needs the blood of the stars to be driven...Omega...I always thought that was the exaggeration of the ancestors...Oh my God..." Ulthuan-Stardew trembled all over

, biting his own nails and muttering crazily.

"That legendary red battle ax... My ancestors, isn't that a legend..."

"Those legendary steel giants, the people's revenge can be avenged!"

"So, we still have the strength to fight," Imrahil said loudly, "The goddess's legacy will arrive soon. After the goddess's legacy arrives, we will march to the battlefield of the eternal war!!! Now, let us

Let’s discuss it in detail…”

I don't know how long later, when the meeting ended and only Inrahil and Alan Rickman were left in the tent, the perseverance and bravery on Inrahil's face disappeared in an instant, replaced by a tired and straight body.

It also suddenly shook and bent a little.

At the same time, his face also began to change, becoming exactly the same as when Huang Lang was a young man, with black hair and black eyes.

"You must be exhausted," Alan Rickman's voice rang in Imrahil's ears, but at this moment, the age in his voice had disappeared, replaced by a softness like a clear spring, "How about you take a good rest?

take a break?"

"There's no point in resting, I'm just tired," the black-haired young man sighed helplessly, "Who would have thought that all of this would be like this, that all of this would be so difficult? Forget it, don't talk about me anymore, how about you?

,Has anyone seen it?”

"Of course I saw it."
To be continued...