Chapter 1186 Elf Legends: Why did it explode before we arrived?
What, you still want to go fishing for gold?
The gold in this lake is all dedicated to the gods! It has been donated, and you still want to fish it up?
How short of gold are you guys? If you are really short of gold, why don’t you get it from the treasure house——
No, no, no, the gold in the temple's treasury also belongs to the gods. After it is given out, they will have to arrange for digging, smelting, and casting. The gold in the lake will be fished out, and at least they don't have to worry about it...
The high priest was really full of complaints. However, during the sacrifice process, he couldn't answer her, so he could only nod slightly and use his eyes to indicate. Hey, she is an honored guest of the Sun God. Who knows whether the Sun God is willing to give her?
They beat the golden plates, they played instruments, they sang prayers. Over and over again, back and forth, but there was still no news from the Sun God. Hey, what's going on?
Is the Sun God seriously injured?
Or are you having a lively fight with two legends and have no time to talk to each other for a while?
Or maybe it just exploded and is still in electromagnetic chaos? This is possible. In my impression, after the explosion of Big Ivan, the electromagnetic pulse wave caused a full hour-long radio communication window...
As for the mushroom cloud just now, if it was the reason he imagined, then the communication should be restored within an hour at the latest - ahem, your sun god's hand rub can't be stronger than Ivan the Great, right?
As for when the communication will be restored, this can be tested. Among the various communication magics of the Parliament, which of them use electromagnetic waves as a communication method?
It's a shame that I don't practice hard at all and just improvise. For this kind of thing, I have to ask senior brother - Hey, where did Archmage Baierbo go? Why did he go around a mile along the lakeshore... Throw a summons
Technique, ask first...
"Zi——"
Well, the interference was particularly large. Gretel shrugged to the high priest:
"It seems that we may not be able to contact you for a while. Otherwise, you can pray later?"
The high priest's face became more and more bleak, and the sweat on his forehead became more and more, but he did not stop praying. Seeing that he could not ask the reason, Cerela finally became a little impatient:
"Hey, otherwise I'd better go and ask!"
"Don't!" Gretel quickly grabbed her:
"I don't know what's going on over there! Senior brother, I won't let him go, let alone you! Otherwise, why don't you try to fish out the king first? - By the way, the water is so cold, can you hold on?
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"No problem!" Cerela jumped into the water with a smile:
"This little bit of cold is nothing! The sea water at my aunt's place is much colder than here!"
...That's right. The cold breath of the silver dragon is many degrees colder than this water that has not even frozen yet. Only the liquid nitrogen separated by magicians and liquid helium can crush it - just the melting of snow mountains.
Water is nothing to Cerera.
"Don't dive! Don't rush to find gold!"
Grete shouted with all his strength and watched her go away. A silver light went straight forward, suddenly sank and disappeared under the blue waves. Grete smiled and shook his head, and continued to treat patients and save people. Soon, the sound of water rushing on the lake shore was heard.
Noise, rough waves, rushing straight up:
"Come on—here!"
Crisp, high-pitched shouts echoed along the shore along with the sound of water. Gretel suddenly turned around and saw a silvery light shining through, and a large square piece of ice being rolled up by the waves and pushed ashore:
In the middle of the ice, with its hands and feet pricked, there lay a... uh... it could barely be said to be a person. A deep sword mark almost split it in half, and it was barely held together by the freezing cold.
As for the contents of the abdominal cavity, part of it remained in the ice near the body. It was obvious that the silver dragon girl was impatient to collect it for him, filled it back, and froze the entire visible part in the ice, which was already her largest body.
of goodwill.
"Well done, Cerela!"
Grete gave her a thumbs up and praised her loudly. Cerira laughed happily and slapped the water again, causing a pearl-like splash:
"I'm going to swim again! Take a bath!"
"Don't go diving!"
"Know it!"
The shining silver light turned back and left. The high priest breathed a sigh of relief and quickly ordered people to lift the ice cubes and transport them to the nobles. After a round of tossing, he prayed again and finally contacted the Sun God:
"My god has an oracle! Great victory! Great victory! Great victory!"
The high priest raised his scepter high and announced the exciting news. For a while, cheers broke out on the shore of the lake. The priests blew a cheerful triumphal hymn to praise the sun god's bravery; the warriors raised their weapons to the sky.
Shout at the top of your lungs.
The sound was so loud that even Serila, who was swimming in the lake, couldn't help but poke her head out to take a look.
"Oracle: Those two offenders have been killed by him and turned into ashes! The existence of blasphemy and the existence of killing kings will not leave any trace in this world!"
The triumphal song was played for the second time. The priests and warriors solemnly sang:
"Great Sun God! Mighty Sun God! You are the Lord of the Sky, the Lord of the Creator Gods. Your enemy was burned by the fire. It fell into the fire and ceased to exist!"
The atmosphere was solemn and joyful. Even the wounded whom Gretel was treating stood up unsteadily and tried their best to pay tribute to the sun god. Gretel stood up straight as the Romans do, paying attention, and when the hymn was finished, the high priest
The third time he shouted:
"Oracle: Those two intruders are just the most powerful among the sinners! They also brought a group of wild dogs and robbers to break into our country and invade our people! All warriors, attack with all your strength and kill them
Those disgusting sinners!"
As soon as the order was given, the area around the holy lake immediately became noisy. The priests packed their bags hurriedly and prepared to return to the royal capital. The nobles and warriors quickly packed their weapons, summoned their servants, and organized their teams.
It is rare for the Sun God to issue a direct oracle. If he can achieve military exploits this time, even if the throne has nothing to do with him, he will at least receive more rewards, land and slaves, and even be promoted by divine grace and given more powerful power!
After everyone had gone to work, the high priest turned his attention to Gretel and nodded lightly. Gretel quickly approached, and Archmage Baierbo also quickly put away various measuring instruments and rushed closer.
There was a splash in the lake, and Serira jumped out of the water, throwing out a rainbow-colored drop of water from her long hair, and stood next to Gretel in a flash:
"How about it?"
"My god's will is that the battle between Him and the invaders has ended, and no help from our distinguished guests is needed." Towards Grete and others, the high priest's attitude became much more equal, and he was not condescending at all:
"Of course, if the distinguished guest wants to take a look, that is definitely possible. Although there is actually nothing to see... under the light of my god, the two intruders have turned into ashes..."
It's okay if he didn't say it. As soon as he said this, Archmage Baierbo was gearing up and was about to set off immediately. Gretel couldn't stop him, and he didn't want to stop him, so he could only pull him and tell him:
"Remember to set up the defense! Be sure to set it up! Especially the one we put on when we entered the elven secret realm, the defense against the rays of the secret realm!"
"Don't forget about the cloud chamber exploration! Take out a few more tubes that can beep, and start testing after 100 kilometers!"
"If possible, talk to the sun god about how he caused such a big explosion - senior brother, you must not try it yourself! Stop him and don't let him try again!"
"Do you think the explosion of the Sun God is related to the elf secret realm?"
Archmage Baierbo's face immediately turned serious. It would be great if it was related. If we find out its principle, the Council would have a powerful weapon - a weapon that can instantly destroy legends!
The number of legends currently owned by the Council is less than two-thirds compared to that of the Glorious Holy See! If there were not barbarians, orcs, vampires, and various forces dragging the Holy See, the balance between the two sides would
It has been broken long ago!
"I'm not sure." Gretel shook his head slightly. The sun god is a demigod. Who knows what wonderful tricks a demigod has?
"It's just that, after all, we are coming back from the center of the secret realm. If strong radioactivity can be detected at the scene, then there is a slight possibility - but senior brother, that weapon is very dangerous!"
"There is no launch, no range extension, simply put, without suitable vehicles and delivery methods, the caster will die faster than the opponent!"
The more Archmage Baierbo listened, the brighter his eyes became. Finally, he nodded solemnly, turned around and left. Grete followed behind and shouted:
"Flying! Flying! Don't teleport! It's too dangerous to teleport if it's just blown up!"
"I know more about this than you!" Archmage Baierbo shouted back and jumped up. Well, although I am very happy to be cared for by my junior brother...
However, in a place that has just experienced a spell war, the spell environment is chaotic, so it is best not to teleport. Isn't this common sense?
Does he need to shout like this at the top of his lungs?
This little guy still needs to make up for his mistakes. He advanced too quickly and his foundation is unstable...
Archmage Baierbo shook his head, launched advanced flying skills, and flew away. When he was flying high in the sky, he suddenly turned his head and saw a small dot breaking through the clouds and mist very far in the west, facing the ocean.
Pull up.
"What is this... a flying monster? Or some strong man who sees movement?" He muttered and used the Eagle Eye Technique on himself. However, the distance was too far and he still couldn't see clearly, so he could only speed up.
In any case, the sun god Viracocha always belongs to his own side. He just goes to take a look nearby and comes back after taking a look. There should be no big problem...
To the west, the small dot that Archmage Baierbo saw flapped its wings vigorously and rose rapidly. It was not until it rose above the clouds that the golden sun shone on it, revealing its full appearance:
It was a boat. A slender boat with pointed ends and graceful curvature. On the bow of the boat stood a handsome middle-aged elf, holding his hand on the side of the boat, facing the direction of the rising mushroom cloud, with a worried look on his face:
"Why did there suddenly be such a big explosion again?... Our secret realm will not be affected, right?"
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