Eight days a week is like a long vacation, neither short nor long, and the passage of time becomes particularly weird in Lauren Loren.
Darkus discovered that Kaia was really brave. Kaia did not bring any guards or waiters, and directly rode the cold lizard he brought from Lustria. The team of three hundred people set off with a large amount of luggage and supplies. Fortunately, the polished gold plate as big as a millstone was placed in the storm area, otherwise this ancient saint's creation that took up a lot of space would have to be carried around. Sometimes he couldn't help but wonder why he didn't have a magic weapon like a space ring.
There are many things to say about traveling in a magical forest like Lauren Loren. Under the control of magical winds, nodes, road stones, etc., the path will change at any time. Maybe there was a road before, but when I walked over and looked back, I couldn't see the trees and rocks before. There were only endless thorns, not to mention roads, and there were still many unfamiliar areas. If necessary, a trip that can take several days can be completed in an hour in Lauren Loren. Of course, it is also possible to encounter a situation where a ghost breaks a wall. It is obvious that the road is right next to it, and you can walk over it by stretching your legs, but even if you spend a few days, you will not be able to get back to the road.
"Rat Exterminator" Count Mandred von Zelt, also known as Mandred II, the emperor died during the Black Death in 1114 of the Imperial Calendar. After that, the empire fell into anarchy, so Coming from Middenheim, he stood out and was crowned emperor by his glorious record of annihilating the Skaven. The army he led in 1124 of the Imperial Calendar was allowed by the Aenir to pass through Lauren Loren and go to Dietshafen in Nordland to eliminate the Skaven who were stationed there. Fenta achieved a decisive victory, and the reliefs recording his victory and the poems praising him still continue on the lighthouse. What's interesting is that his opponents at that time were forgotten as the years went by. More than a thousand years later, that period of history was regarded as a children's story by the people of the Empire and no longer believed in the existence of the Skaven.
Sorry, the topic went off topic...
Something terrible happened to Mandred's army while Lauren Loren was passing through, or something that was difficult for humans to understand. For example, the front army that was originally marching inexplicably turned into the rear army and appeared in the rear. A troop disappeared inexplicably just after entering Laurent, leaving no trace at all. If human memory had not been biased at that time, it would have been as if this troop had never appeared before. As a result, when the large force left Laurent After Loren, that army has been waiting for a long time...
There are countless human soldiers who disappeared in Lauren Loren. Just like the special area consumption effect in the game, they began to lose their attrition as they walked.
This was what Enil, the professor hunted by Darkus, told him. The Phantom Walker had lived for a long time and participated in that battle with humans. Phantom Walker also talked about what happened during the battle. He roughly judged from the description that the Skaven were from the Skrei clan. After defeating the Skaven on the shore, the human troops used the captured long-range weapons to The weapon destroyed the Skaven fleet in the port... It was indeed a bit dark humor.
The team formed a tight formation and marched hard along the ancient road built during the Barshana period. Sometimes they needed to use magic to disperse the thorns, and sometimes they needed scimitars to open the way. The sorceresses were distributed radially around the periphery of the team to ensure that the Druchi would not suddenly disappear while walking. Although they were elves, they were not Aenir. If they got lost, they might really get lost.
Soon, the team came to the legendary Valley of Despair. The bottomless crack was like a crack in the earth. It seemed to be pulled open by a huge force, forming a terrible scar that greedily swallowed up the once peaceful flow. of rivers. Deha energy gave off a strong stench, as if it came from hell. The surrounding trees turned gray, their leaves shrank, and their bark turned gray. The power of life seemed to have disappeared here.
"There's something wrong here!" Drusala looked at the gap with a solemn expression. After a long time, she exchanged glances with Colonia and said slowly.
"This is a node, but the location is very strange... It connects the north and the south. To the north is Theatir Tower, and to the south..." Drusala continued to tell after Darkus looked over.
"To the south is Lebin's Fountain, and further south is..." Kaia took over the conversation and said what Drusala had not said, but she also stopped mid-sentence like a riddler. .
"There should be some kind of existence that deliberately destroyed this place, making it impossible to connect the north and south of this node. There should be something more important in the south, even important enough that this place needs to be destroyed to protect the south." Colonia continued.
"Is this what he taught you?" Darkus didn't pay attention to these nodes. In his opinion, this should be a kind of trade-off similar to two to protect one. He gave up the north and focused on protecting the south. Moreover, the north is not a real sense. was given up. After all, besides here, Theatirta was connected to other places. Instead, he began to focus on another issue.
Colonia and Drusala looked at Darkus with some surprise, with some kind of questioning in their eyes, as if they were asking if they shouldn't be taught.
Darkus shook his head and said it was okay. In his opinion, Adoshi Tehega really dared to teach, and there was no such thing as hiding anything. It was just a matter of teaching Razkoto's golden ball, and even Dare to teach such critical and sensitive things.
Kaia's thoughts changed as she looked at the crack. When Colonia said this, she thought of the Golden Pond in the south. If Colonia's speculation was reasonable, it meant that the Golden Pond was far more important and complicated than she imagined. .
Night had fallen, and the rift was especially terrifying, swallowing up the light and shrouding everything around it in darkness, leaving only an eerie silence. Fortunately, there were no Chaos Eggs or Chaos Demons crawling out of the crack, so the team did not stay in this infiltrating place.
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team continued to march, sometimes stopping, sometimes waiting, and sometimes counting points. Fortunately, there were no inexplicable attrition.
On the third day, Darkus heard the sound of running water ahead and felt a strange lightness touch him, as if proximity would infuse a soothing balm into his soul. The roar of running water exudes a musical quality, like the sound made when two exquisite crystal goblets collide together. The trees ahead were thinning, and the light made ripples of reflection across a large expanse of water, and he could even make out thin white waves.
"Lebin's Fountain!" Kaia said proudly.
Darkus rode the big guy into the forest glade. He was attracted by the ethereal beauty in front of him. The wide open space is filled with rock-edge pools, and the pure white sandy beach is in an elegant arc. Opposite is a tumbling waterfall, and the water of the waterfall is as pure as a mirror.
The elves compared the waterfall to Isha's tears. In the eyes of the elves except Druch, Isha's sadness must be sublime, so she shed such wonderful tears. White spring water bubbles at the base of the falls and tumbles farther down the moss-covered rocks above. Water cascades through billowing clouds, striking a knife-edge wedge of rock and flinging it back into the air, spreading dazzling rainbows across the glade.
"Are there any taboos or sayings here?" Darkus turned to Kaia and asked.
"This would be a place of healing and rest, if it weren't for the spirit of despair known as Crunchcloak who lives here." Kaia sighed at the end, and then she added, "I don't think you want to meet Go to it."
Despair spirits are also a type of wood spirits. Unlike other types of wood spirits, they usually occupy a place to live alone and are good at magic. As long as they want to, they will not be seen by anyone. Despair spirits are said to be adept at following the threads of fate, and according to Aenir, their appearance often heralds death. "But I still have to go down there. There is something I want down here." Darkus said slowly after thinking for a moment.
"Okay, but..." Kaia said with a look of embarrassment.
"I know." Darkus said firmly.
"Sir, let me get down!" Renn slid off the back of the Dilophosaurus, ran quickly to Darkus and bowed.
"I'll do it."
After Darkus finished speaking, he jumped off the big guy's back. Soon he was only wearing Kaitan and shorts. He held the Trident of the Sea in front of the Druchis. He stepped on the shallows under his gaze. As the soft sand flowed slowly between his toes, feeling like the deepest, lushest carpet, he smiled and wriggled his toes in the sand, a warm, relaxing feeling slowly creeping over him legs.
The crystal clear spring water is rippling with life and light, and the sparkling water is playing in the shallows.
"The water is too cold and my head is too itchy."
Darkus muttered in a low voice. When he waded deep into the Lebin Spring, he found that the spring water was colder than he thought, and it felt like cold silk wrapped around his body. A pleasant drowsiness settled over his limbs, and he lowered himself and took a deep, affected breath.
Darkus surfaced in the deafening torrent of the waterfall, closing his eyes against the thunderous spray. The spring water hit his shoulders, massaging the tension in his body and relaxing his muscles. Musical laughter seemed to float in the air, hazy and indistinct on the roaring water. He threw his head back, enjoying the incredibly uplifting feeling of feeling the traces of time disappear from his body, the spring water washing away the dirt and pain of the past. He felt a transcendental quality descend on him, and the rhythmic sound of the waterfall plunged him into a fugue-like state.
"This place is at least a cave-level existence."
After sighing, Darkus held his breath, buried his head in the water, and swam towards the churning foam at the bottom of the waterfall. The water slid around him, flowing like a living thing, and he spread his arms, enjoying the soothing touch. The bottom of the spring is the same light-colored sand as the shallows, and the huge stone basin is shaped like a gentle bowl, dotted with gently undulating leaves. He swam effortlessly, feeling fresh energy flow through his body every second.
This stone basin seems ancient, carved from solid rock and immersed in clear spring water. The undulating leaf decoration on the edge of the stone basin is like being blown by the breeze, constantly rippling, as if it is the breath of nature, conveying the wind of Guilun.
"Water purifier?"
Darkus has seen many strange and strange creations of the Ancient Saints. Although he did not see the logo, he was very sure that the stone basin in front of him was a creation of the Ancient Saints. He immediately thought of the purpose of this ancient holy creation, and thought of uses, such as installing it in the Rio de la Plata and serving the mining industry in Potosi, to act as a purifier. He was worried about environmental protection and that person before. He thought about asking Master Ma to discharge the wastewater into the underground sea to dilute it, or the entire Slan Creation to purify the wastewater. If materialism is not enough, he will resort to spiritualism. The result... In Lauren Loren found the solution in the garden of the ancient saint.
Darkus then picked up the weapon in the stone basin. Sometimes the legends still have some clues. There is indeed a blade, and it is very old. It can be traced back to the era of Aenarion. As for whether it is enchanted and Used to defeat some forgotten evil being not something he knew of. After closing his eyes and sensing for a while, he opened them again. He wanted to get the stone slab now. He came down because he sensed the existence of the stone slab.
Drusala's face appeared in front of Darkus, and the image of black hair and gentle eyes jumped into his mind involuntarily. When he thought of Drusala's sweet laughter, he also smiled, his His soul no longer seemed to be filled with pain, but a warm feeling swept over him. If the world hadn't been on the verge of collapse, he would have even wanted to stay indulged in it.
When Darkus heard Drusala's laughter again, he gradually felt something was wrong. He saw Drusala's pale face, as if he was standing behind another curtain and was isolated from him. And Drusala was not the only one behind the curtain, there was also a group of equally beautiful elves appearing like ghosts in the mist. They were naked and had a touch of playfulness on their faces.
"Something's wrong!"
Darkus muttered in a low voice, but Drusala in front of him shook his head at him. At the same time, the ghostly figures spread out and surrounded him. The figure's slender arms stretched out and touched him. His broad shoulders and muscular arms were touched with an unfamiliar hesitation. Although the figure's touch was light, the feeling was strong, as if every nerve in his body was suddenly drawn to the surface of his skin. Drusala's hands caressed his chest and stroked his wet black hair along the nape of his neck.
The figure's hair ranges in color from fiery red to midnight black, and there are subtle differences between the features that are both captivating and mysterious. Laughter filled the air, and Darkus laughed too.
"This is an illusion!" Darkus was a little angry. In his opinion, this joke was not funny. He first pushed Drusala away, then raised the sword he had just harvested and pointed it at Drusala who was retreating and yelled. .
With this violent shout, the illusion in front of Darkus disappeared, and Drusala and those beautiful figures disappeared. He did follow the guidance of the stone slab and came to a crypt, but he seemed to have broken into someone else's residence, so he fell into the illusion...
A despairing spirit in the form of a shriveled and ugly old woman was curled up on the other side of the crypt, shivering all over. He looked at Darkus tremblingly. (End of chapter)