It was not really hard to follow Edward because the flying dragon flew very slowly.
It seems that even the heroic arts that bless the body cannot be dispelled, and it drives it out of the things that Lao Cao puts into its heart. And where it passes, woodlands, streams, and even muddy swamps,
They all faintly revealed a road that is rugged, but not particularly difficult.
Of course, for Edward, giving the Dragon a magic technique that can enhance courage can make it change its mind. This method is actually not unimaginable...but letting these guys follow him, he is from
Things calculated from the beginning.
But when it comes to the so-called "Pan God's Maze"... this name sounds like it is the common name of an ancient ruin. If we contact the so-called "elves' ruins" that were extracted from the minds of those city guards before?
The former hunter immediately felt that some of his brains began to turn rapidly.
In comparison, it is obvious that a nest of Feilong that will not escape has no much value - not to mention that the reason why Feilong escapes from his home is because of the changes in magic caused by this illusion.
Hug the rabbit, by the way.
Of course, whether it is a ruin or a maze... If you want to explore, you must have some cannon fodder, but if you don’t show strongness, then the dominance will naturally not be in hand. Since the power of those guys is not reliable, then the key is
At the time, whether you can control manpower is a very important consideration.
"It doesn't seem as mysterious as they said, right? But Edward, your performance just now is really amazing."
The sunlight before noon fell on the ground covered with dead branches and leaves. When footsteps passed, squeaked, the light of the surrounding woods continued to change, and the light and shadow of the sky rendered into a refreshing golden yellow in the woods. Miss Lisa was naughty
Walking backwards - the blood of half of the elves in her body seemed to give her the ability to move freely in this woodland. Even if she kept staring at Edward's eyes like this, she could easily jump over the low bushes.
"What do you mean? Do you think you should be gentler to them?" Edward broke a dead branch that blocked his sight. He judged the direction of the flying dragon in the sky.
"No, I just feel like you seem a little...becoming. Very majestic and imposing, not as cautious as before." The little girl glanced behind her with a smile. The people who had opened some distance in panic were afraid.
: "I thought you would agree to their employment and then take the opportunity to follow them into that maze. Not only can you get money, but you can also save yourself the lead."
Edward frowned and wanted to say something, but saw the female paladin beside him nodding thoughtfully. So he could only shake his head and stop discussing this issue.
In fact, his performance just now was just arbitrary, just because he didn't care much about those two strange guys.
Even from the perspective of adventurers, their power is very weak - more than a dozen men are just the level of soldiers, and the mage, who calls it formal, is a bit reluctant - such an opponent, don't
He said that there were two companions and a flying dragon formation, even Edward himself could face hostility and kill a little.
Or, this is one of the accessories that will be produced after the strength becomes stronger?
"But this is not bad. It's very interesting to see those guys looking like they are facing a great enemy." Even without getting an answer, the half-elf continued to say without caring about it.
Or, she didn't care much about all this... Whether it was war, magic, or treasure, it was just an interesting game.
"The reason for their nervousness may not be Edward." The paladin's gaze slightly swept over the little Count who had been trekking with the mage: "The electoral of the Emperor... is a very high title in the empire.
, directly under the emperor, one of the nine families. Although time is enough to smooth out the glory of any family, even now, these nine families still occupy an important position in the empire's regime...
... "
"So, he may be a member of a real big man's family? But why should such a person go to the danger in person and run to a place where birds do not lay eggs?"
"Edward, you are really a village... Have you never heard of legends about the Empire before?" The Paladin just nodded simply in response to Edward's question, but before she spoke, the half-elf could not wait to interrupt: "That little devil
, Didn’t it just mentioned that they were looking for, ‘The Maze of God Pan’, that is one of the many legends of their founding emperor, Isgandal, that is, the last puzzle in his life.”
"But what does this have to do with them?"
Edward frowned—he knew not much about the so-called thousand-year imperial emperor, but he just vaguely heard that he was a promising and ambitious monarch who had almost unified the continent. But he eventually died in his
Journey.
"In legend, the reason why Iskandar was able to dominate the continent... is that this king once obtained the power of gods." Elena whispered: "It is the power of gods that has created the sweeping half.
The invincible army of a continent. Let him go from a prince of a small country to a leader who ruled the world."
"The power of God? The most unreliable version I have heard of is nothing more than God's revelation?"
Edward pulled the corner of his mouth... Out of an inexplicable resistance, in the first fourteen or five years of his life, he usually didn't have much to do with legends, myths, stories, etc.
He also heard little about the legend of the empire in the remote place of the Western fief: "Every emperor seems to play this trick, claiming that he has received the blessing of a god
.The power of God...how can you say that when you are prosperous, they will flock to you, 'as if God helps' but once you lose power..."
"No, it is more than one God's power, and it is said that there are many." Elena said.
"The more recognized statement in the legend is that Isgandal became the 'selected gods' of several gods, but there are many different opinions on the source of power. Some people say that the blessings of the gods gave him the power of thousands of men.
, in the blink of an eye, the city can be massacred and destroyed. Some people say that it is a set of armor and weapons blessed by the gods. If you wear it, you can make tens of thousands of troops bow down and be brave and invincible."
Edward nodded,
Under the rumor, the emperor finally gathered more than one million troops, and as the empire continued to expand, more and more people joined this massive expedition with their respective hopes or ambitions.
.
Such a huge army is like a huge monster, moving forward on the continent... But just as a fat person will be defeated by his own weight, it is inevitable in the already huge expedition team.
Various disharmonious noises appeared. Of course, this can be said to be a convention and well-founded rule-
And there are not many differences in the monarchs that Isgandal and Edward's memory.
"As time passed, the soldiers who followed Iskandar initially left him because of war or aging. The newly replenished blood was not too close to him because of their oversized body.
Their core, their emperor, was not soaked in his beliefs," Elena whispered, with a rhythmic voice as if it were taken from a certain period of history: "More and more
People are confused by the prosperity of the empire in front of them, bound by their longing for their hometown, and are afraid of their endless battles in the future. They lose their hope of continuing to move forward... So the empire's pace begins to become slow.
Victory supports its final charge, but there is only a fragile line left."
And the rest is something that even Edward knows, a tragedy.
After the expansion of the empire lasted for thirty-six years, the empire's military peak finally advanced to the central mountain range... The gods created it, but even the gods wanted to sigh at the cringe of the wild and wild chasm.
The dragon, orc, monster, and the insurmountable realm all formed the desperate barrier of the expedition, and the invincible army, which was not able to advance in the homeland of rocks and beasts, had been in the wind for three years...
...The soldier's soul was deprived of the maze-like far-reaching valley, and wailed endless misery...
The days of conquest are always far away, and people gradually doubt the hope of Iskandar. More than one-third of the soldiers refused to fight, and most of them wanted to go back alive and see their elders, wives and children.
Take a look at your hometown.
For various reasons, all the emperors elected...the thirteen generals who initially followed the emperor's rebellion began to oppose Isgandal's idea of continuing to move forward.
Yes, it is difficult for the sparrow to know the ambition of a swan, but in the eyes of ordinary people, the emperor's conquest should be enough, enough, and big enough.
How much land does an empire need, how much people does a king do... to fill that abyss?
Even Isgandal was helpless as his followers gradually left. He could not force the soldiers to fight for himself, nor could he force them to give their hope for his hope. In the end, the Millennium Emperor's advice in the consuls
I decided to stagnate and march to let the empire's territory finally stay at the number of 56 provinces, staying before...that mountain.
For an emperor and an ambitious man, this is undoubtedly the most painful blow, and it is even more huge than any failure.
"As the rumors, Iskandar, who had never been sick in his life, was unable to get sick in depression because of this blow. The continuous high fever made him extremely weak in a very short period of time - everything
All the power seemed to have left him. Any magic, magic, potion, even direct intervention from divine power had no effect on him. In the end, after 13 days of high fever, Iskandal died without even leaving his will.
"
"What a strange way of death... In fact, it should be said that God abandoned him?"
In this world, poor medical and living environment make people's lifespan relatively short. Ordinary serfs may be killed by heavy labor at the age of thirty... Free people will consume their vitality at around fifty years old, and nobles will be the same.
Because the living conditions could have been relatively long, but the greed for meat and the contempt for vegetables, and the various stimulations of seeking happiness, also stole their time like a devil, wine, beauty, hunting, even if it is
The relatively simple imperial nobles had an average lifespan of only ten years more than that of civilians. But the guys in high positions were not much the same. Under the influence of magic, they would no longer get sick easily, and they could recover quickly even if they were injured.
.So if nothing unexpected happens, there is absolutely no problem living at the age of ten...
As for depression, fever, or modern medicine is powerless to do anything about it, but in this world, in the face of divine power and magic, this is simply not a problem.
Where is the divine power? What about the prayer technique in magic? An emperor who has conquered half of the continent will not be without several high-level divine servants or several arcane masters. As long as you make a prayer, even the devil
The curse can also be easily resolved, not to mention the depressedness caused by a temporary blow?
Unless those who control these forces do not want to care.
"The records here are vague and the most vague..." The paladin shook his head: "Isgandal has no special beliefs. He does not rely on the power of the temple. Only he can record for him is himself.
The historian, therefore, even the temple, only official articles.”
"We are in the world. Once we enter the world for years, Huang Tu is talking and laughing, and his life is drunk..."
Edward raised his head and suddenly felt a layer of depression in his heart - is the end of this emperor a sign that what mortals can pursue is the end of power?
"Huh? What are you talking about? It seems... it's very beautiful." Elena stopped explaining. She couldn't understand the meaning of the words, but she seemed to be able to hear that sigh... that faint boredom,
She couldn't help but feel a little intoxicated.
"It's just a poem in ancient language."
The girl's question made Edward raise his eyebrows and his moving steps slow down - because the sparse jungle has reached its end, the clouds floating in the sky gradually spread into a gray fog, and the dead leaves piled on the ground are gradually being slapped.
A kind of viscous plaster was replaced, while the wind was faintly filled with a slight, rotten stench.
There seems to be no need to ask about the following things, because it is a monotonous collapse.
The empire that lost its master became fragmented in an instant, and more than three-quarters of the provinces announced to be back to the state of **. A small number of provincial governors even began to fight each other, trying to expand their territory. Finally, the remaining few on the mainland were formed.
In one country, the generals of Iskandal finally established a new king in the imperial hometown, Illyria, the original site of the empire, and formed a new empire with the remaining 23 provinces, and said that they would
Inheriting Isgandal's last wish, but what they can do is just sticking to the northeast corner of the mainland...
That's the end... Iskandar's ambitions.
"The guidance of God, or the darkness of the human heart, the power of Isgandal has become a source of terror. Therefore, after discussion, the thirteen families sealed this powerful force and handed over the key to
Nine of them keep the keys, and the place where these powers are kept is Pan Shen’s maze.”
After a pause, the half-elf broke the silence between the two and continued to explain: "In legend, there is a maze that can only be entered in addition to the direct descendants of the thirteen emperors and elected princes. If you want to gain recognition, you will also
It is necessary to solve the mystery of the gods... It is called the most public and mysterious legend among the empire. The legacy of Isgandal. For hundreds of years, I have no idea how many people have chosen to challenge it.
, but in the end, nothing was found.”
"So, this legacy is now in front of us? It's ironic."
Edward stopped and noticed that the flying dragon in the sky had slowly fallen... and in front of him, he had obviously not entered the swamp area yet, and he should have not reached the nest of the flying dragon that he wanted to go to.
But in the woods ahead, there was a barrier.
In the eyes of ordinary people, this place may be a gloomy forest, with the ground full of decaying leaves, some muddy black soil scattered among them, mottled with shrubs and marsh tails.
But in Edward's eyes...
The vision was interrupted just a few dozen steps away, and it stretched between the woods, and the vaguely unknown road was divided into two - cut off by a translucent wall woven by continuous swimming and energy, and this wall of airflow appeared
Hemispherically extending outward, covering a huge circular range that can't be seen at a glance. Those invisible, lavender-colored airflows surge in the wall, and slight flash currents appear on the wall from time to time.
.
"It's here...we're here!"
The little noble who was originally following the team gave a cheer of joy. He no longer cared about Edward's fear and rushed straight past him and towards the wall.
Or, the so-called bloodline will only work at this time.
A storm suddenly rolled up between the woodland, with dead branches and leaves and soil scattered everywhere, but in a blink of an eye, the scenery in the woodland was like a layer of scenery being opened, separated to the two sides...
The scenery behind the barrier seems not much different from the previous section, except that a flat grassland was pushed out behind the originally sparse woodland. However, no one has taken care of it, it has made them full of thorns and shrubs, and it is even further away.
Traces of artificially made buildings in some places, such as some stone pillars broken into several sections or broken walls, but basically, they have collapsed and mostly submerged between short trees and waist-deep weeds.
The cracked streets stretched far between the wreckage of the houses and disappeared from the end of their view.
So, after following the crowd rushing forward with cheers, Edward stepped over the invisible barrier,
He turned his head and looked to the side, and the ancient war murals painted by the collapsed walls around him caught his attention a little.
He lowered his eyes slightly, put his hand on a collapsed stone wall, stroked the pothole-undisked surface along the rock, and the rough touch responded to a sense of heavyness of history - a heavy feeling, as if his eyes traveled back thousands of years.
Before, a king, with his subordinates and his knights, walked among this once glorious complex,
"... He should have been a great emperor, but he will eventually be tempted by the devil and sacrifice everything he has... If he uses a sword, he will die under the sword. The end of the murderer is to be killed.
Those who release the demon will be backfired by the demon, and those who do not believe will eventually pay the price of bleeding."
He used a magic to identify the magic, and then gently recited the ancient text of the stone: "The future should be a fragment of chaos. No matter what, his ambitions will not be realized in the end... The other end of fate will make everything happen.
Going to balance." To be continued...
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