All flowing existences, wind, water, noisy sounds and even burning flames... all temporarily stopped moving. Only the white-gold clouds rolled up concentric waves, spreading out layer by layer, revealing the magnificent scenery.
The silver-filled midpoint... between heaven and earth, it seems that there is only darkness and the bright light.
It was silver light...but not silver light.
Silver, refined silver, mithril... In the human world, no, or in the many planes of this multiverse, there is no such pure, such bright color, the radiance flows, encompassing everything around... the sky, the clouds
, the entire farm, woods, and fields are cast with a layer of gleaming color...
Under the beam of light, the knights and mercenaries widened their eyes, witnessing what was happening in front of them... At this moment, everyone lost the ability to speak.
The light expanded like an entity, occupying dozens of feet of space around it.
It is not real. However, it is real... Only when you see the existence of that light can you feel this way.
Because it is driving them - the silver luster ripples around, as if it has temperature, neither soft nor hard, neither cold nor hot. People can feel its existence, but cannot touch it. They can only
Let the silvery luster occupy their vision unstoppably, brush over their bodies, and impact their spirits and even their entire souls. Push them away, expel them. Half-force, half-manipulation, let them leave.
Stay on the same spot and run as far away as possible.
The light flows like water waves, flowing over the land in the distance.
The few mercenaries who were struggling to find the elves in the grove raised their heads and looked at the eternal lightning-like luster, which burst into the sky, echoing the rolling thunder in the sky. The mercenaries were confused.
, staring at bewilderment and distorting their faces, the unforgettable spectacles filled their imaginations, causing them to scream, shout or pray involuntarily, making them bend down and worship, running around in vain.
Only the opponent they were chasing stood quietly among the trees, silently looking up at the light that penetrated the sky and the earth, as if they had gained something.
The light blew like the wind, blowing over the majestic city in the distance.
At this time, they were already invisible, but they still carried strange power - countless people were awakened from their sleep, feeling the incomprehensible throbbing in their hearts, but they did not know what kind of power caused it, and
Attribute it to a summer rainstorm - not many people can notice the difference between the slender silver light and lightning in the distance, connecting the sky and the earth. Those who are lucky enough to see it also attribute it to the error of their eyes...
Only sensitive people, strong people, those who are above everyone can feel the magnificence that ordinary people cannot discover. They walked out of the house and looked up at the dark sky in the distance, the silver that went straight into the sky.
Traces, the lightning and thunder in the sky, silence and meditation, or discussions.
But this is far from the end... but the beginning.
It is a silent call, call and revelation.
Far away. Deep underground. In the silent space.
The magical light that illuminates the surroundings is slightly pale... This pale light blooms from a multi-faceted prism crystal. It quietly and softly spreads around; and the prism crystal is surrounded by a statue of a girl in its hands.
She held it up high, forming a set of artistic movements...
There is a set of exquisite pedestals placed under the light. The smooth metal is warped into the shape of petals. It is obvious that the maker spent a lot of energy... but what is carried on it is just an ordinary square stone.
Of course, since it is placed in such exquisiteness, it will inevitably no longer be ordinary...
In fact, if you observe carefully, you can know the difference... When the warm surface bears the gaze, it will reveal its slightly transparent luster, like smoke and jade, mixed with wisps of...
Textures, but these textures are not the usual stagnation - they are swimming, fresh, slowly drifting away all the time, like a drop of ink dripping into clear water, surrounding countless lines, but still condensing
Instead of scattering, they just rotate and sway freely, forming countless surprising or mysterious groups.
The dim light, the pedestal, the jade, and the wandering threads form the deepest and quiet core in this space...
The invisible silence was broken by something invisible again... The call sounded.
A subtle buzzing sound gradually sounded in the space, and in an instant it turned into a harsh roar... Then the originally dim crystal of the girl's statue suddenly became brighter, and in the blink of an eye, it was like the bright summer sun.
It was so hot and dazzling! The energy that this small crystal could not carry in the end was mixed with the buzzing sound. The crystal cracked and turned into countless flickering lights!
However, the space did not return to darkness because of this. The light lit up and flickered one after another in the small space, and finally followed the footsteps of the illuminating crystal amid violent or subtle sounds.
!Even the pedestal that holds these things is constantly trembling and twisting in the light...
The square stone gradually changes, the lines twist and explode, the original dark color fades, and becomes transparent... revealing the source of subtle light that is several inches long.
In this light, the whole room was trembling, and the buzzing sounds turned into countless numbers! And the silver brilliance finally broke through all the constraints and burst into the sky!
Even further away. Beneath the hillside, in the tranquil water.
Slight ripples rippled on the warm water, reflecting the clouds like fish scales embedded in the sky. The bright and dark full moon floated on the water, sometimes being made into an oval shape by the slightly turbulent water waves... Although it quickly disappeared
Restored to its original state. It constitutes a gentle scene of silence in the quiet night.
The invisible silence was broken by something invisible again... the call rang out.
Silver brilliance burst out from the center of the huge lake, and bright beams of light swept around, completely blocking the brilliance of the stars. A terrifying roar immediately erupted from the depths of the ground! The lake water rolled crazily, forming whirlpools that rolled up into the sky.
Huge waves rushed towards the quiet villages on the shore. The people who were awakened from their sleep had no idea what had happened. They were panic-stricken and fled their homes like headless flies, but they did not know where to find them.
A reasonable place to stay... In the end, I can only look in despair at the magnificent stream of light rising from the center of the lake, forming a gray vortex surrounded by silver fire edges - as if the end is coming.
Extremely far away, on the top of the snow-capped mountains and among the rocks where the wind is roaring.
The strong wind is raging, roaring like thunder, sweeping away the clouds in the sky, and filtering out every moisture in the air. The accumulated ice particles... are etching the rock formations like knives, slowly chipping away at their surfaces.
There is every possible loose crack in this place. This is a rare place where birds and even giant dragons are unwilling to set foot. According to those ancient rumors, it should belong to, and belongs directly to, the gods who overlook everything.
However, the light is still there. Under the steel-like rock, there are traces of being cut, built, and developed, creating a broad and bright space, a rough and magnificent palace.
The hall is vast, with blazing flames illuminating everything, but there is no flickering haze. All the luster is like the sun and moon in the sky, bright, silent and constant.
The invisible silence was broken by something invisible again... the revelation sounded.
Silver luster burst out from a small shrine, shrouding the surrounding vast hall in silence. Countless sparkling and colorful lines emerged on the ground, burned, exploded, and finally converged into a gushing light.
, breaking through the stones and snow at the top of the hall, reaching straight to the sky.
The wind roared like thunder, and the lead clouds were dense. Only this pillar of light illuminated everything.
The light only lasted for a moment, and then faded away - the silver brilliance did not disappear as if it were extinguished, but was like a heavy liquid, expanding outward like mercury, rolling, gradually thinning, and finally sinking into the natural faintness.
In the morning light.
The fading luster allowed this empty and silent space to reveal its true appearance... After simple cutting, the huge stones as tall as a human body were turned into walls tens of feet high. More than ten huge square pillars supported the stone beams and
The ceiling, rock structure, rough and relaxing natural beauty will make everyone feel sincere admiration, just like looking up at the top of the majestic mountains. They can't help but rise up to worship.
But the one who was worshiping at this time was not a human being.
Any reasonable observer can tell this fact - this is not just because the bodies kneeling on the ground are more than a head taller than ordinary humans, nor is it just because of the simply salted beast wrapped around his waist.
The skin is all that covers the body, and more importantly, the body covered with hair and bulging muscles contains the arrogance and brutality under the skin, as well as the vicious murderous aura that penetrates into the bone marrow.
Especially when they raised their heads, which were knocked deeply on the ground, and exposed their faces covered with thick hair, it was completely announced that they were different from humans - they had an appearance between humans and beasts, with wolf-like appearance.
The ears and red eyes showed a strange green face, with tusks protruding and the lower jaw protruding. It was as terrifying as a wild boar. Although the outline of a human could be vaguely discerned, it was obvious that no human was willing to accept such a disgusting sight.
of aliens.
They don't need such acceptance either.
Because they are orcs. They are the children of the wilderness who were created at the same time as humans. They once established a powerful civilization that is not inferior to any race, and have left countless waves in the long river of history. Therefore, even after experiencing the rise and fall of thousands of years, they have
Still have my own pride...
However, reasonable observers may not be able to accept this fact...
In the impression of human beings, or all intelligent life, orcs are terrifying creatures. They believe in law, but they only have one law, that is, the law is always made by the strong for the weak, and powerful beings command all others...
The belief they have is nothing more than primitive barbarism, the most extreme killing and hatred, and there is absolutely no piety at all. Not to mention such regular worship and prayer.
In the impression of human beings, or all intelligent life, the mountains on the back of the roof of the world are the lairs of orcs, where they are in heat, quarrel, laugh at cruel traps, and play pranks, or else they talk about the delicacies and rich spoils of the south.
They can't give birth or make anything. Apart from offspring crawling out of the mother's body after random intercourse, they can't produce anything, let alone a solemn and tall temple, bright magic lights, and a finely carved altar.
However, here, everything truly exists.
A long time after the silver light faded, the orcs finally ended their silent worship. They stood up quietly, lowered their heads and slowly retreated. Only the tallest and strongest leader at the front of the team stood still as usual.
The pale black, sparse hair cannot cover his raised flesh. Under the dark red skin, the ridges of each muscle are hard, square and rough, making his body look like it has been chipped by an axe.
The exposed wall is integrated into one, which is a superb work of art created by a master.
But his posture was gentle and cautious, and he didn't even speak. He could only cast an inquiring look into the depths of the hall.
Just under the stone statue that is dozens of feet high and almost connected to the top of the temple, there is also a figure. He stands quietly, blending in with the quiet and strange atmosphere around him... He also has the same dense aura as those prostrate orcs.
Body hair. However, those hairs with a pure white color are neatly combed, like the long hair and beard of a wise man, and their face is not dark green. The snow-white robes that are different from the same kind are here.
In the darkness, it becomes increasingly bright and dazzling.
He actually has an implicit demeanor that is called sacred.
"Signs will eventually appear, and in response to the signs, someone will travel through millions of time and space to come here, holding the silver disaster... Ominousness will surely return to the earth... in the past, in the future, in the present... it is nowhere to be found.
It exists everywhere, it has been destroyed and resurrected, and so it is forever. He holds the keys to multiple worlds, thereby opening the door to the other world... It is the only one, he is not the only one, only the power, the method
To control..."
The gray figure spoke, as if reciting something, or giving an order. The hoarse voice was heavy and difficult, but the calm narration was not the language of the orcs. It was the language that had been indulged in the unknown for a long time and had created some kind of power.
Yan Ling.
The low sound was not loud, but it was accompanied by darkness and strong wind, flying from the mountain top into the space. For a moment, the sound of the wind seemed to be in harmony with the sound of the chanting, gently undulating like a tide... making the whole thing...
The temple, the entire mountaintop outside the temple, the entire mountains, and even the entire central mountain range seemed to be able to hear this announcement.
Revelation, to the edge of the world.
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