Although the fear seemed to materialize and turned into sweat dripping from his forehead, Franais was still trying to calm down. He forced himself to wait for Flinner to gradually approach. As he drew closer, the mad gurgling sound that emerged from Forlina's bronze helmet was like a giggle, like the stupid laughter of a stupid child, with a hint of joy mixed in it.
Franais turned sideways to avoid the fatal blow of the crab claws, and caught the back of Flinna from the corner of his eye. He roared and twisted his body, spinning himself, the God of War with full firepower. Like a dragon's barbed tongue, the halberd sliced through Flinna's calf and lacerated Flinna's ankle.
Flynn's voice changed in pitch, and he screamed in terror, his bloody stumps swinging and flying in the air. Then his body lost balance, and he fell down without support, hitting the ground hard.
Franais smiled cruelly, but he was not intoxicated by the scene in front of him. He quickly and carefully approached the right hand where his wrist had been cut off before. A green stain was spreading along Flinner's wound, and long tendrils suddenly appeared at the wound, waving wildly in the air, seeming to be whipping something invisible.
Flynn's uneven chest suddenly split open, and a mouth with sharp teeth kept biting the surrounding flesh and blood. As the wound gradually grew from small to large, the mouth also changed from the small mouth before to The terrifying mouth of the abyss, a barbed fat tongue protruded from the terrifying mouth, suddenly attacked Franais, and attacked the God's Halberd, preparing to roll his tongue to seize the God's Halberd.
Vranais turned away from the tongue's reach, avoiding the tendrils that spurted from Flinna's torn flesh. He looked back at Flinner who was trying to get up from the ground. The tendrils around him also turned into a third leg to try to support Flinner. Maybe in a few minutes, Flinner would really be able to stand up. . He would not be stupid enough to give that monster a chance to stand up. He looked at the tongue that was rushing towards him again. The halberd blade followed his accurate swing and cut off the tongue at the moment when it was about to curl up. More blood and dirt were spread out. Things spilled on the ground.
Flynn's angry screams continued to echo in the bronze helmet. His luminous eyes stared at the elves rushing toward him. He could clearly see the shining halberds coming towards him from far to near. It came, and finally with the sound of shattering bronze helmets and cutting into flesh, he could see nothing more.
Franais once again distanced himself and observed the motionless monster lying on the ground. After seeing that the monster was completely dead, he raised the god's halberd and roared at the sky. The anger in his heart seemed to follow this roar. Pour and empty.
"This double-headed ax shouldn't be ordinary?" Seeing that Franais was okay, Darkus clapped and walked to the double-headed ax and kicked it with his feet. He knew that Franais was considered to be a human being to some extent. After breaking through the demonic barrier in his heart, the highway leading to chaos and corruption was closed. However, it may be because the power is not strong enough, and the double-headed ax is still there with no sign of being pushed.
After treating the wounds and eyes on Franais' face, Drusala also leaned over and observed the double-headed axe. At first, she didn't care and thought it was just an ordinary axe. Then she knelt down and observed the axe carefully. The runes and metal material flashed on it, and the result...
"This is not normal! I didn't recognize the metal material of the axe, and the runes on it were also strange. In my memory, I seemed to have seen it once in the Tower of Prophecy. ? And it’s still in an extremely ancient book.”
“Like that heart-breaking gun?” Darkus asked curiously.
After receiving a positive reply from Drusala, Darkus could probably determine the origin of this double-headed ax. If it was correct, it should have come from the Chaos Wasteland. In his opinion, the Chaos Wasteland is like a place of trial. In the desolate area that was empty yesterday, maybe today there will be a strange abandoned castle with artifacts from the civilization before the arrival of the Ancient Saint. It feels like a machine copy. Yes, there are countless opportunities and good fortunes.
When Malekith was idle and bored on the continent of Lustria, he once told Dacus about the time when he was exploring the Chaos Wasteland when he was more than a thousand years old. The corruption of Chaos is continuous, not sudden. When he first went there, the humans living there were nomadic tribes, often following the migrations of their prey herds. Unlike the Southern Elf Colonies, the humans in the Chaos Wasteland were more ferocious and aggressive, possessing more advanced bronze armor and weapons. However, that group of humans seemed to have a natural fear of the elves. Every time he landed with his expedition team, That group of humans would have fled, instead of being like now thousands of years later...
Although the Chaos Wasteland is bitter and cold, it is rich in resources. Hunting resources such as elk, bears, whales and seals abound. This is why there are so many people there. The reason for the existence of many Beastmen, Huns, Kurgans and a few Norscans.
As Malekith went deeper, his expedition began to come under frequent attacks, filled with mutated humans and monsters corrupted and twisted by Chaos. More and more humans holding bronze vessels appeared around the expedition team, as well as all kinds of strange witchcraft and shamans. Many humans showed signs of being corrupted by chaos, with swollen muscles and faces like animals. There were also a handful of humans. Chaos warriors wield magical weapons and armor gifted by the Dark Gods.
When Malekith's footsteps touched the edge of the center of the Chaos Wasteland, the surroundings began to change. Colorful aurora flashed in the air, and the mysterious chaotic energy made the vast scene there magical and crazy. The flesh-like forests, Mountains made of bones, rivers of blood, and burning skies abound. There are also bell towers of unknown civilizations floating upside down in mid-air as if they have been subjected to levitation spells, crumbling ruins, and so on. Endless.
Malekith wandered in the Chaos Wasteland like this for fifteen years, and then something magical happened. As daylight broke, the blizzard that had been blowing all night subsided. A group of buildings suddenly appeared on the snow-capped mountain peaks yesterday, as if... they were built overnight, or they had always been there, but no one could see them.
I thought it was only a short way, but it turned out to be very far, like a mirage. It wasn't until I walked for a long time that I reached the outskirts of the building complex. There were no living things, no guards, just ruins. The style of the buildings was similar to that of Marley. It was different from anything Keith had seen before. It didn't look like the elves or dwarves, nor the human tribe, nor the lizard people. No trace of the city's builders was found, only stones without carvings and colors.
The style of the building complex is very peculiar. The walls are crooked and look like they are about to collapse. The doors and windows are all strange and sharp shapes. There are no curves or round structures. Some houses are very short, less than two meters high, but some are very tall. Very high, dozens of meters high. The laws of physics have no meaning here. The road sometimes becomes narrow and sometimes becomes extremely wide. It seems that a road of thousands of meters can be covered in just a moment.
Afterwards, we entered a building with an astonishing height. The lower floor was narrow and the upper floor was wide. There were hundreds of small black windows on the flat walls. Malekith asked soldiers to stand guard with torches at every intersection so that they could see the guidance when they came back. Then the endless walking began. He led the expedition team around the building like a ghost beating a wall. In the end, he found nothing and left there with the expedition team.
Time passed unknowingly, and there were only a few hours of daylight in the Chaos Wasteland. Looking at the darkening sky, Malekith ordered an evacuation, preparing to come back tomorrow. Because it was difficult for the expedition team to find the way they came without the sun, they had to follow the footprints they came from. The strange thing was that the footprints disappeared and snow covered the road, but he clearly remembered that it didn't snow when they came, and he was counting When counting the number of people, he discovered that five people were missing without realizing it. No matter how much he thought about it, the other elves in the team could not remember the last time they saw the missing people. He thought that those five people might have been lost in that building. , and will never appear again.
The elves became restless, and Malekith closed his eyes and used a level beyond the senses to perceive and control the chaotic energy here. Soon he found a strange singularity. After determining the direction, he ordered the expedition team to follow him. After walking for a long time, he felt an unusual singularity. It seemed that the suction of something was forming a magic vortex. He decided to go to the source of the anomaly to see what was going on. .
A five-story pyramid-shaped building is located alone in the center of a huge irregular eight-sided square. Although it is not high, it is very wide and has an unusually twisted shape. The bottom floor of the building is surrounded by arches, but the upper floors of the building are not visible.
Malekith led the expedition through a sloping arch on the ground floor. The team walked along the corridors, stairs and tunnels inside for a while, but each time they took them outside the building. Then, just as he had done in the pyramid in the empty lake, he found a path hidden by a blind eye.
The reason why Malekith told Darkus about his experience was because he was idle, and the other reason was because of his encounter in the Pyramid of Hollow Lake. He encountered the same thing in the two pyramids. He also encountered those strange humanoid corpses wearing black shrouds, turbans and black pearls hanging on their wrists and necks. They actually reappeared after five thousand years. I saw them, but one was in the Chaos Wasteland and the other was in a lake in the Lustria continent.
As the road gradually narrowed, Malekith entered the core area of the building, where a huge step base stood, the top of the step base hidden in the darkness. He climbed up the steps and saw seven skeletons sitting on low square stools on the base. They were more ornately dressed than the humanoid skeletons below, wearing more black pearls and brooches.
Malekith believed that six of the skeletons should have been nobles during their lifetime. The skeletons did not wear shrouds, but simple crowns with a black, dull gemstone on them. The seventh skeleton is relatively special. The huge crown on its head is made of silver metal and has curled horn-like protrusions. It seems that this skeleton is the king here.
It wasn't until Malekith's lieutenant called him that he realized that one of his hands had unconsciously reached towards the Skeleton King, trying to pull the crown from the skull of the skeleton. He didn't remember his movements, and he shook his head. He shook his head and became a little confused. The adjutant thought the place was cursed and nothing should be touched. But he laughed quietly. He believed that the Skeleton King no longer needed the crown. He wanted to wear the crown on his head and return to Ulthuan. He believed that this crown was earlier than anything else, before eternity. The Queen, the pre-elven gods and the Old Ones came. He believed that it was fate that led him to this ancient place. Whether it was the will of the gods or something else that brought him here, it was all for him to take this crown. Malekith laughed and took off the light-as-air crown. The moment he put it on, golden light illuminated the entire room. The light did not come from a single source, but from the surrounding walls. The hall was incredibly spacious, larger than any room in the elven and dwarven buildings, and the glowing walls were also very far away. And it is constantly changing its shape. The structure of the room is sometimes octagonal and sometimes triangular. The ceiling is also very high, with stalactites extending downwards, and the scene begins to shrink and distort as far as the eye can see.
Then the story stopped abruptly, but Darkus knew Malekith's urine properties very well, and he often told half of the past events and half hid them. Malekith would avoid talking about things that were unfavorable and obscure. The past events that Malekith told were often pure, wise and mighty. The blame and the failure were all caused by others, but he happened to know what happened after that.
After Malekith put on the crown, the whole world became blank. He was frozen there as if under a holding spell. Then he went to the realm of chaos and saw the realm where the dark gods were. Just like when you are staring into the abyss, the abyss is also looking into you.
The Dark Gods naturally discovered Malekith, and he felt that he was being watched. He felt that his undefended soul was under the gaze of the Dark Gods, and fear kept eroding him like a tide. He tried in vain to find a place to hide. He was like the protagonist in the story. When his vision became clear again, he left the realm of chaos and returned to the real world.
The real world is filled with the wind of magic, and the flow of energy sweeps across all regions. Whether it is the ocean, plains, valleys, and forests, it is filled with the wind of magic. The wind of magic is pure power of chaos and has nothing to do with the good or evil of the user. . For the first time in his life, Malekith could see so clearly. He could see the surging chaotic energy blowing out of the polar gate of the Chaos Wasteland. Ulthuan's maelstrom was continuously absorbing the chaotic energy, and light and darkness were intertwined. The constant blending within the maelstrom is as endless as the majestic peaks and giant waves.
Darkus had to lament that Malekith was worthy of being the protagonist who had traversed the medieval world for nearly seven thousand years. If it were anyone else, he would have gone crazy under such circumstances.
However, when Malekith was intoxicated and couldn't extricate himself, he thought he could stay in the space forever to observe and research, preparing to unlock various unknown secrets. The crown on his head became hot. Deep in his heart, there seemed to be something resisting his obsession with chaotic energy. A feeling that penetrated deep into his soul was trying to break the illusion before his eyes.
This crown is the steel ring that Malekith has worn on his head for five thousand years. It functions like a magical wind amplifier. It can capture the flow of magical wind and seems to be able to resist the corrosion of chaos? Of course, the cost has been mentioned before. Moreover, Darkus also knew that the crown had another function, that is, it could be used as a key to the realm of chaos.
When Malekith and Teclis were facing each other in the Finnua Plain, Teclis ignited the remaining fire of Asuryan in his body. He immediately thought of the prophecy of destruction, thinking that his eldest nephew from another generation would be the one who could After killing his warlock, he panicked and turned on the steel ring and ran away to the Chaos Realm...
Darkus didn't know what to say, he was quite speechless. The Chaos Realm is not more dangerous than the real world? But it doesn't seem dangerous... because there is no other elf warlock in the Chaos Realm except Malekith...
Thanks to the surging Chaos energy and prehistoric ruins, the Chaos Wasteland is full of strange things, but Dark Us felt like there was a progress bar there again. Although there were countless abandoned cities and treasures, based on the principle of first come, first served, the good things had all been divided up or corrupted by chaotic energy.
Darkus has no interest in going to the Chaos Wasteland at the moment. It is too dangerous for him. It is already 2000 years after the Imperial Calendar, and the Maelstrom has entered a state of disintegration. Going to the Chaos Wasteland is not seeking death, unless First fix the water pipes around the world and maintain the maelstrom.
If the weird two-handed ax in front of me is not mistaken, it should be the same as the steel ring, born in the prehistoric period. At least the runes on it are neither those of the elves and dwarves, nor those of the ancient saints and chaos.
Although I can't go to the Chaos Wasteland, maybe I can find an opportunity to ask Malekith to explore the ancient city of Quintex after returning to Naggaroth? If I am right, that ancient city should have been born in prehistoric times, just like the abandoned Sky Titan Fortress in the Mourning Mountains of the old world. Darkus remembers that there are a large number of lost equipment and ancient workshops in the Sky Titan's fortress, which are now either destroyed. , or it is occupied by the ogres entrenched there, maybe we should find a chance to take a look? In his view, there are only three ways to advance in science and technology. One is to stay ahead through independent research and development, the other is to learn from others, and the last one is archeology.
Black powder was first developed by the Sky Titan...
"This is your trophy. Take it first, go back and put it in the storage box, and we will talk about it when we get to Athel Loren and meet that person." Darkus recalled from the memory Zhong broke free. He first looked at Franais with a questioning expression. After seeing that Franais said it was okay, he ordered.
Darkus took over the walking barrier and walked forward with the scarlet sword at the front. There were some signs of collapse at the entrance of the cave, but fortunately it had not collapsed yet. He put the walking barrier in front and walked in carefully sideways.
There is a cave inside the cave, which seems to be a place dedicated to the gods of the sea, but it has been abandoned for a long time. Unlike Skjold, there is no introduction of seawater and no tidal reaction. It seems that this is the reason why it was abandoned, right? Perhaps it is strange in the Norse tradition that there is no sea water in the place dedicated to the sea gods? Or over time, the seawater disappeared from here and the water level moved downward.
After Drusala illuminated it with the light spell, everything in the small cave was clearly visible. Darkus saw what he wanted, but what was different from the dream was that the thing had undergone some changes. Maybe this was also the thing. The reason why things can always be kept here.
The Trident of the Sea, covered with barnacles and coral, was placed there quietly, as if waiting for Darkus to come and pick it up. At this moment, the trident looked like the one in "Pirates of the Caribbean 5". He was really afraid that after holding the trident and swinging it a few times, the trident would break and explode like old corroded metal soaked in blisters.
However, Darkus knew that it was just an illusion he had come up with. The three-piece suit was not only Lilith's. It was brought from the previous era, but other elves and gods also had it more or less. Marcelan, as a The Lord of the Abyss also naturally exists.
In addition to the Holy Soul Reef, there is also the Trident of the Sea, and in addition there is a Deep Sea Scepter. It's just that the elves and gods don't share the things brought by the last era to the elves like Lilith, and what the elves have done also proves in disguise that it is best not to give these things to the elves... at least Lilith's three things The set is very...
Darkus stood the walking barrier in place, and then put the scarlet sword into the scabbard. He took a deep breath and walked over. He looked at the trident that was taller than him, like Malekith put the steel ring on his head involuntarily. He easily pulled the trident out of the crack in the stone. The next second, the trident changed. The trident lit up like a luminous body, and the covered barnacles and corals gradually disappeared like an illusion, revealing the original appearance of the trident.
Different from the golden trident of "Sea King", the trident in Darkus's hand is more like a spear. The central joint of the three prongs is decorated and connected like an octopus face. The spearhead in the middle is extremely sharp. It seems that using a spear to describe it is a bit wrong, it is more like a spear, and there is a sharp barb blood groove in the center of the spear body. The tips of the forks on both sides only reach the blood groove of the middle spear body. The tips are slender and sharp, as if they can easily pierce everything in the world. There are also sharp barb blood grooves on the outer arc of the fork body.
Darkus raised the Trident of the Sea in his right hand, turned around and raised it high to Drusala and Franais. Silver light burst out from the trident, and the sound waves generated by the light continued to vibrate around the body of the trident. air. He could feel the sound of the rising and falling waves constantly echoing in his ears. At this moment, he felt like he was the overlord of the seafood market!
"It's too light, it's too light, it doesn't work! All seafood listen to my orders!"
I got up late and slept until five o'clock in the afternoon. .
Using the ax to talk about the Chaos Wasteland is leading to other things. I won’t go to the Chaos Wasteland for the time being and will end tomorrow. must. .