This was a distant and time-worn voice. Following the ancient tone, everyone seemed to feel the ancient atmosphere in a trance.
When he came to his senses, he discovered that a figure suddenly appeared on the other side of the dead tree.
This is a 'person' wearing a gray robe. He is taller than ordinary humans. Based on Angel's height, it may only reach his ribs.
The visitor was leaning on a bone crutch and wearing a primitive totem-style mask. His whole person was filled with a simple but ancient sense of weirdness.
When Angel saw him, the "calling" feeling deep in his heart suddenly disappeared.
This made Angel's mind move.
"Are you talking? Who are you?" Angel looked at the totem mask.
"I am an ancient remnant who is about to die, but was brought back from the dead by the Savior. You can call me Waddell." After the totem mask finished speaking, he bowed deeply to Angel.
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Wardle's voice seemed to be filled with warm power, and his actions seemed to exude kindness, giving Angel a sense of intimacy from the bottom of his heart.
"I have always felt that someone is calling me... Is it you? The savior in your mouth refers to me?" Angel said calmly. He did not relax because of the intimacy, but became more vigilant.
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"Yes, I was the one who guided Your Excellency the Savior here." Wardle lowered his head: "I cannot leave the place of darkness. I can only call you to come through the pan-consciousness of the continent."
"Why do you call me your savior?"
"Your Excellency gave the power of the true spirit to the Yuantan Continent, allowing it to be reborn from collapse. This not only saved this continent, but also saved me."
Angel frowned. This man named Wardle knew that he had released the power of the true spirit into this continent, which was not unusual. However, he said that he had saved him, which made Angel a little confused.
reason.
"I know what you are doing. The passage out of Yuantan Continent is in the Dark Land. You can come with me." After saying that, Wardell suddenly cut through a dark space crack, and he took the lead in walking in.
The openings of the space cracks are constantly changing, like the ferocious mouth of a giant beast in the void, which makes people feel fearful.
"Are we going in?" Grewu said timidly.
Angel glanced at Popota, who shook his head: "I can't judge whether it's good or bad, but the original lucky spell told me that there should be no danger in this trip. However, the existence that can tear apart space at will, maybe
It can block or even modify the results of lucky spells."
Popota placed both positive and negative answers in front of Angel.
No one knows what the road ahead is, and the existing known information cannot help the "unknown" clear up the fog.
Therefore, whether you want to go in or not can only depend on the moment of your mind.
Angel pondered for a moment and said, "Go in."
Just as Popota said, there is no need to be so complicated for a being who tears apart space casually to kill them. Moreover, this man named Waddell accurately pointed out their thoughts.
This shows that Wardle is probably watching them all the time.
And isn't the reason why Angel traveled across mountains and rivers to come here just to leave this continent?
If you want convenience, you cannot hesitate, you will inevitably face unknown risks.
Thinking of this, Angel took the lead and stepped into the space crack, followed closely by Popota. After hesitating for a moment, Grewu still held Olucia's soul tightly and stepped in.
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This is a dark wasteland.
It's no different from the outside world. The only difference is that it seems dimmer here and it doesn't rain.
The air is somewhat humid, and occasionally the wind blows, bringing with it a bone-chilling chill.
Waddell stood directly in front. When he saw Angel coming in, he stretched out his skinny hand and pointed into the distance: "Your Excellency, please come this way."
Wardle said as he walked to the front and began to lead the way.
At some point, Wardle had a broken oil lamp in his hand, and the dim light illuminated a distance of two to three meters at most, making the surroundings even more secluded.
"You don't have to keep calling me savior, my name is Angel."
Waddell paused and continued to walk forward: "There are too many ancient ones in the abyss. As long as they know your name, they will follow this clue and pester you endlessly. Therefore, you'd better not use your real name."
Report it."
Wardle's steps were neither too fast nor too slow, and his tone of voice was just right, making everyone feel comfortable.
Angel originally wanted to inquire about this topic and find out more information, but at this moment, a faint sob suddenly came from the darkness.
Angel looked towards the source of the sound and saw a shadow slowly appearing in the darkness, emitting a bright green light.
It's a woman wearing a blood-red dress.
However, this woman's face was covered with veins, her eyes were pale, and her expression was extremely ferocious. The moment she saw them, she immediately changed from covering her face and sobbing to a piercing howl.
Terrifying ripples, carrying gusts of sinister wind, are coming toward you!
"Howl of the undead?!" Angel's expression changed, and his eyes suddenly lit up. Because of his nightmare soul body, he was actually somewhat immune to undead attacks, but the Bobota behind him was basically the same as a mortal.
It is easy to be affected.
The only thing Angel thought of was to use the "field" green pattern to shield the incoming ripples.
However, when his forehead hair had just been lifted up and the green streaks in his eyes had not popped out, Wardle beside him took the bone scepter and gently tapped it.
After a crisp sound, the surrounding ripples disappeared instantly, and the undead woman in the blood-red dress, screaming pitifully, was blown to the depths of the dark wasteland by an unprovoked wind.
Seeing the undead woman disappear, Angel's aura slowly dissipated, and his forehead hair fell down again, covering his right eye.
Wardle looked at the flash of green light, and his eyes seemed to be flickering.
After everything calmed down, Angel looked at Wardle with obvious vigilance and caution.
Wardell seemed unaware and said calmly: "That undead spirit has been wandering in the dark wasteland. Kulando has tried to take her away many times, but I have rejected her every time."
"Because she was my wife during her lifetime."
The sudden turn of events stunned Angel. The reason why he looked at Wardle with more caution was because the appearance of this undead was too coincidental, and based on Wardle's ability to tear apart space, if he wanted to deal with an undead,
It should be simple. But he allowed the undead to appear, which made Angel have to think about whether Wardell did this deliberately.
But when Wardle revealed the relationship between the undead woman and himself, these doubts had an answer.
"My wife, when she was about to die, did not tell me and secretly signed an oath with an ancient person, wanting to stay by my side forever. However, how could the ancient person easily grant her wish? In the end, she changed
For the sake of the undead, I will wander in this dark wasteland forever."
Wardle briefly explained the origin of the undead. There should be some details in it, but Wardle did not deliberately mention them.
Angel didn't know whether what he said was true or false, but Angel didn't think he had any need to lie.
At this time, Grave suddenly said: "Is this female undead named Naia?"
Angel looked at Grewu: "You know?"
Grave: "Lord Olusia once went to see the Cruel Scholar, and I went with him. I stayed in the library there during those years. Butler Tandin read me many stories, one of which was,
The general plot is somewhat similar to this..."
Grave looked at Wardle with doubts in his eyes.
"The Cruel Scholar has recorded this? That's right... After all, the one who signed the oath with Naia is the Demon God of Evil Desire. It is said that his relationship with the Cruel Scholar is very good." Ward paused, "Yes, my
My wife is Naia."
Although he had some guesses, when Wardell admitted it, Grave's pupils shrank involuntarily.
Greve could no longer remember the specific time when that story happened, but he was certain that it happened before the fall of the old gods.
That is to say
"Are you an ancient one too?"
Waddell did not answer immediately, but held the lantern, turned his head and continued walking forward.
After a long time, Wardle said: "I can survive because I have an inseparable bond with this continent. When the continent lives, I live; when the continent dies, I die. In fact, I am just a piece of history that remains to this day.
Withered consciousness, no freedom, and no right to self-existence, it is not an ancient person."
Everyone didn't know how to respond to Wardle's words.
However, some details can be inferred from some of his words.
Before, Waddell once said that Angel saved him. At that time, Angel didn't understand what he meant, but now it seems that Waddell meant that he and the mainland will both prosper and suffer, so that makes sense.
An explanation.
After a period of silence, Angel broke the silence.
"You mentioned Kulando just now... What happened to him? What does this gift mean?" Angel rubbed the black feather in his hand. He didn't feel anything strange about the black feather.
"Kurando was also born on this continent." The first sentence Wardle said was a shocking revelation.
This person who led the way to death, who frightened demons and native people, was originally born here?!
"Kurangduo's origin is closely related to this continent. You saved Yuantan Continent. Even if he doesn't say it, he should be grateful after thinking about it. Otherwise, he wouldn't leave this crow feather to you.
"
"This is Crow Feather?" Angel looked at the black feather in his hand.
"That's right, this Crow Feather contains the aura of death and is the symbol of Kulando... Here we are."
Angel was about to listen to the effect of this black feather, but at this moment, Wardle suddenly stopped, pointed forward and said, "This is the destination."