The image of the Cang Wolf, White Deer or Golden Eagle is the main body and is placed in various pictures, both in complex and simple, but the crowd, flames, rivers or monsters are the most common decorations... or praise
The life of each Supreme Shaman, and at the bottom, there will be a rune. Although Edward did not recognize it, he could roughly see that it was the name - the paragraphs are long and short, but at most there are only five symbols.
The text, and the most paragraphs are only four lines, obviously, except for the name, there will be no such rule.
If there is a rule, you can guess.
"First of all, how are the locations of each of these mausoleums determined?"
His eyes turned around, spreading in an circle, and at the tip of the rock that turned into blurry gray shadows in the distance, he murmured to himself.
In fact, it may not be difficult to guess - because those relatively close tombs are a bit low in scale, and time has left indelible weathering traces at the tip of the tombstone. Looking back at the totem pole, it is less than half a distance below.
The location is nothing but blank.
The blank space is reserved for later generations, and the order of time is naturally from top to bottom, and the position of understanding is arranged in a circular arrangement of radiation from the inside to the outside, because the closest group of mausoleums is
The number is eight, then it extends to ten, twelve, and fourteen. What is unique is that if you look from the direction of the picture, the tips of those tombs will appear in the center of your vision, and the seemingly scattered layout
, but in fact, it has simple and precise rules!
"Next, it's our protagonist..."
Edward raised his eyebrows and counted simply.
If you master the rules, some things will be much easier - if the eight graves on the first ring are the first and second generation great shamans, then in this way, the great shaman who lived hundreds of years ago
The location from the ground is not too high. After a careful search, he had already seen a clear gap on the stone tablet of the smoke quartz.
There was a smooth, unmarked smoke quartz, which looked like a flat blank, but it was not the lowest point. The ten smoke quartz around it was engraved with patterns.
It's him, right?
But when the eyes looked in that direction, there was no trace of the tomb...even if it was like avoiding, there was a blank space at the subtle angle of that direction, and the location of the several circles of reliefs below were unknown.
I intentionally or unintentionally avoided this direction! The woodland was dense, and there was not even a gap in it!
The fingers of the spirit body touched the plane slightly, and a silver light appeared in Edward's eyes.
Countless complex sounds came from their fingers and rushed into the mind of the spirit body, like a stream of storms with pictures and sounds gathered. Edward focused his attention and narrowed the range little by little, and finally found a little trace from it.
— “Your name will be drowned in death, your achievements will be gone, you will be sealed under the bottom forever, you…”
It seems that it's really troublesome.
The shamans' tombs are as tall as the forest. I don't know how big the underground size will be. My current body can pass through many ordinary obstacles, but it will take some effort - if it is other magical items
, He could find it completely through the fluctuations of magic power, but even the vision of the divine power could not find its trace.
That was once one of the few advantages of royal power that Edward admired the most - although this advantage was completely destroyed by the provocative and evil signs of blocking the plane like Panduorion. But pretending to be himself and developing
It is undoubtedly a kind of wisdom to not attract the attention of the enemy until you gain absolute power.
However, if it is hostile to it, this characteristic is not pleasant.
I hope the scope of the cemetery is not very large.
"Get out of here, invaders."
A beautiful wish flashed in my heart, but it was immediately covered by a sound... Edward sighed softly, raised his gaze, and saw the gray-brown figure rising from the ground.
In fact, he is not gray-brown... The gray-brown is just a color mixed when soil is covered with pale bones - of course, this is just a simple statement, and there may not be much soil in fact,
Those decayed and sticky mixed with the soil and everything were no longer known what it was. They kept peeling off from him as the body rose, making the extremely ragged body nested on this thin body.
The robe was waving in the wind, but the thing that had never known hundreds of years ago had long been weathered and ragged and in shape. It could only be seen from the decoration of some beast teeth that it was a shaman's robe.
He kept falling 'scratch' and flew towards Edward, but he still knew that when he approached, he reached out and pushed a broken hood on his head. However, this action made something stuck to his face beside him
Tear off—the skin that was as dry as straw paper, flew away with some soil and carrion, revealing the white skeleton under it.
He tilted his head, looked at Edward with some rotten eye sockets, and flashed two black and green luster deep in the eye sockets, and then repeated it again.
"Get out of here, invaders."
The sound was dry, hoarse, but with a strange echo—just as Edward focused on the zombie, three other similar things rose from the forest beneath his feet in the air, green and black negative
The energy flames burned violently in their chest and skull cavity. However, they seemed to have some vague and subtle connection between them, forming an irregular pyramid with him in the air, enveloping the space around Edward in a virtual way!
Not a lich.
The mind warrior's mood trembled slightly, but then calmed down - these things were closer to the corpse witch that bound the soul into his body, rather than the high-level undead with powerful and flexible minds... Just think about it carefully and you will know that if the shaman
If we can tolerate the existence of the undead, their organization may not have declined like that, but it may have been destroyed by the more powerful gods thousands of years ago.
The four skeletons warned, and then four gray-green glosses lit up from their stiff arms.
Three dissociation techniques, a cloud of death.
There is no spell, no posture, although death deprives the undead of life, wisdom and everything, but it also gives them affinity for negative energy that ordinary people cannot match, so the green clouds quickly become thicker and bigger, rushing in
The vaguely bound space, and the glory of the three dissociation techniques actually extended, drawing three half-arcs of intersecting each other in the space! In an instant, all the human paths were blocked!
Killed, invader.
This thought arose in the few remaining thoughts of the corpse witches. But the next moment, their bodies suddenly shook! The black and green negative energy fire suddenly expanded and gushed from the middle of their rugged ribs.
Come out! Even dyed all the dry bones into a thick green, making a sizzling noise... But the next moment, the heads and upper bodies of these undead people began to twist and expand, and suddenly exploded.
Open, fly away!
The tiny bones flew around like a fountain, turning into more finer powder in the air, leaving only the firefly green fragments in the place where the undead originally stood!
That is the second-level spiritual energy of the mind transformation system, which controls the air flow.
Although the corpse witch is considered an extremely powerful existence among the undead, it is not a lich after all. It is exposed inside the body and the soul fire composed of negative energy is something they cannot hide. It is a natural weakness - with the help of time acceleration,
Four balls of air turbulent spheres that broke out in an instant, like a storm, shattering this core, and their bodies formed by their decaying bones naturally disintegrate.
However, the person who caused all this did not show any joy. He raised his head and glanced at everything around him - nothing, but there seemed to be a few blurry shadows in his silver eyes, flashing in the space.
In a moment, I disappeared. Is the remaining energy in this tomb resurrected these shamans? But under this seemingly simple appearance, there seems to be something extremely strange hidden.
Or, it's just an illusion?
...
"I lost with three against one... It's really ugly, Nubion."
Outside the endless space, in a corner of the multiverse, a voice said so.
The voice of the woman, with a slight indifference, was clear and sweet, and even when she was sneering, it was quite tempting. But in response to her voice, she would not be slightly relieved - she was vibrated by the sound containing divine power.
, Almost the entire space was trembling.
"There are so few divine arts that are called shamans who have mastered! Higher divine arts cannot be used at all, and I can't even use divine arts to increase their power! His Majesty Bellena, you
Why not tell me what else can I do if time stops?"
"I'll tell you? I'll tell you? Huh?"
The goddess of darkness stood quietly in a darkness, revealing only a beautiful but particularly pale face, just a pair of beautiful eyes, without pupils or sclera, as deep as a black hole; let the smile on this face,
More full of ridicule. "No one would think you can defeat it with a zombie... But how could it be just a simple zombie? When the appearance of the zombie falls, revealing the pure and flawless girl's soul.
, What do you think he will do? If this soul is willing to tell him some secrets on his own initiative, do you think he will take it seriously?”
Bellena's voice increased a little, but the sharp mockery was more than a hundred times stronger: "The Lion God... It turns out that I'm just a person with animals. I really don't know why that guy Sifanaus was willing to stay.
You! Or, he just wants to keep a pet?"
The strangely vicious god mocked him, but the lion-headed and human-body god just snorted coldly:
"Yes, Your Majesty Bellena, I am actually just a lucky mortal. I occasionally gained a little divine power and had a vain position in the corpse. But I heard that, Your Majesty, you were once a supreme and glorious god.
?How come, playing with conspiracies like this has not made your position more stable, right?”
"What did you say?"
"Stop, do we have time to waste?"
The half-plane world is trembling, burning with the wrath of these two gods. Fortunately, before this 'divine war' really began, a slender hand had appeared in the eyes of the two gods. Let the two
The confrontation between gods was slightly eased - of course, the so-called exhortation was never meaningless to the gods, and the reason why the war stopped was only because it prevented the existence of this "war" and was also a god.
The moonlight shone from the cloudless sky in another world, but at this moment, it was completely concentrated towards her body. The tide-like rippling light and shadow gave the goddess a grand power, the relatively petite body of the elf
,The moonlight is coated with a bright silver color. Although it is just a halo, the great power is enough to suppress two male and female gods staring at each other: "His Majesty Bellena, according to your
Is there really a way to stop him from getting...that thing?"
"No." Ms. Dark answered unexpectedly, simply: "I can only delay the time he got that thing, but with this time we can regain the initiative."
"Expand space and add puzzles? Can it really delay time? He may soon doubt it."
"Ah... His Majesty Iriscue, maybe he loves you more? But, I have been working with him a long time ago. Seeing him grow step by step and become what he is now, naturally
I know what kind of brush he has... I like mystery and challenges, and he is too confident about it. This is why I use this method."
The dark goddess' smile moved slightly, slowly turning from mockery to cold cruelty: "But this time we have seized the opportunity. As long as we grasp his weaknesses, he will inevitably have to retreat and give us plenty of time!
Just catch those two women."
This passage of words caused several gods to fall into a brief silence. Each god seemed to be thinking about the feasibility of this strategy, but what finally interrupted this thought was a bit cowardly, but it was like a spring water.
Beautiful voice: "So I suggest that it is best not to do that kind of thing, otherwise he will do whatever he wants. If he can't stop him, how should we deal with it? And even if he gets the fragments,
He may not really control us again, right? He seemed to have already obtained a piece before, but he just sealed it?"
Although the speaking god called it 'her advice', in fact, at this moment, all the gods who heard this passage subconsciously reacted, "What kind of advice is this?"
"His Majesty Aidas, what do you mean?" The three gods were questioned by this sentence
"Are you going to be his...slave again?"
If that person controls the royal power again, then the gods here are facing huge issues that are related to freedom - as gods, they will be subject to checks and balances by a human being, and even life and death, and such a result is no longer just a simple shame
It can be described. Even they don't know how long this kind of day will last, and it is very likely that the result will be destruction together. So no matter what, since they have been given the opportunity to regain their freedom, they will never
Maybe allow yourself to return to that cage again.
The four groups of companions' eyes were staring, and the existence of making sounds stopped slightly, but then, she seemed to muster up the courage: "This human way of thinking seems to be very strange, he seems to obey this very much
Some rules of the world can destroy them for some things, and he has the ability to completely break them... If there is really... there is such a time when he goes crazy without restrictions, we really
Can you predict the level of the danger of the problem he caused? It is even very likely that it will destroy the world..."
She sighed and lowered her thick eyelashes: "Compared with the crisis of destruction of this world, I would rather he not go crazy... As for being controlled by him, if there is no choice, it is nothing wrong. Anyway, it is better to be a self-serving person than to be a person.
Gods are much simpler and more interesting.”
"You're so crazy!"
"If we say this, in fact, even if we are really free, how long can we be free?" The Lion God hesitated for a moment and suddenly sighed: "In fact, if we return to the command of the father of Oak, he
It is very likely that we will use us to supplement his lost divine power. Do you think we have any choice if that is the case? And you two majesties... You really feel that you can find a better place to avoid Rose's pursuit.
?”
"cough."
Elistri coughed gently: "Now is not the time for us to discuss these things. What we need to consider now is how to prevent him from getting that piece of royal power."
No, that stupid mortal can't hear our voice at all. Unless he uses magical magic again, we have no way to command him.
How do I know how that Tangers contacted his believers? The general method did not work at all! And now as the guy returned to the main material plane, it seems that Panduroyen's power began to be strengthened again.
That's just your illusion, otherwise we would have been controlled by him again. I could feel that the aura of Panduorian on this guy was extremely weak and very strange. His connection with that ancient evil thing,
It must have been completely broken.
So what are you worried about? Will he choose to be controlled by that ancient evil thing again?
After all, he is just a human being, so it is not surprising what choice he makes is not?