"Did the Changyuan sentry resist?"
Snorri asked, raising an eyebrow. If the two-headed crow demon is really who he thinks it is, Biaolong Miaoying's ability is indeed great enough.
"Yes, even though the monster's fierce flames were so fierce that it forced the Superintendent to take action several times. However, under the power of the divine dragon, it could only run away."
"Let's go, let's continue visiting!"
Snorri nodded. He didn't come in here just to listen to stories after all the effort and gold. He went out to find a teahouse and one ingot of silver was enough for the storyteller to tell stories for an entire afternoon. His level was much better than that of the Captain of the Dragon Guard.
During the rest of the trip, Snorri was responsible for chatting with the Dragon Guard Captain to attract attention, Bloxson carefully observed each wreckage to find a suitable target, and Asota secretly remembered the terrain and sentries along the way.
"No. 12, 29, and 33 are the key points. Their cores are relatively complete!"
After completing the tour and returning to the inn, Snorri opened up the earthly barriers, and the dwarf leaders gathered for a meeting to discuss. The master engineer drew three red circles on the sketch of the inner garden that the ranger captain had drawn from memory.
"Okay, I'll take the brothers up to step on the plate tonight, decide the path, and then lead you engineers up tomorrow!"
The expedition that night went smoothly, and the dwarf's height came into play at this time. The rangers successfully avoided the guards and figured out the route to the three remains.
"Suddenly there was a strange wind, and the whole forest was swaying. We were almost exposed!"
"Two Dragon Guards suddenly came in for convenience."
"Two Suzakus flew out of nowhere and illuminated the area around the wreckage."
But in the next three nights, the engineers' actions failed, and various accidents stopped them. Once or twice can be considered a coincidence, but for three nights in a row, everyone knew there was something fishy.
"I suspect it's Yinyin. She has seen the rune guards and knows that it is really possible for us to build similar giant structures. I am afraid that the agreement reached with Zhaoming in the village that day cannot be hidden from her."
Snorri concluded that there were only a few people who had the ability and motivation to do so.
"Let's go to Nangao! See if we can get Biaolong's approval. We've reached this point, how can we give up so easily?"
"I can see the past, it was burning in fire!"
"I can see the future, and it will be destroyed along with this world!"
"But now? How can I break it!"
Just as the dwarf team left the city and headed north, on the outskirts of the Tzeentch Demon Realm in the subspace, on the top floor of a twisted silver-white tower, a hunchbacked Tzeentch Demon was pacing angrily.
Compared with other ever-changing demons, it looks very old. You can see it from the fallen and withered feathers, but no demon dares to make fun of it. Because this is Kalos Fateweaver, the messenger of Tzeentch, and the number one demon under her command!
In the Fortress of Illusion, there is a Well of Eternity. It is said that the answer to all unknowns is hidden at the bottom of the well. At the beginning of his time travel, Snorri was put into the mind of Tzeentch as a demonic phantom.
One day, Tzeentch finally couldn't hold back her thirst for the secrets at the bottom of the well. She grabbed her servants one by one and threw them into the well to explore the way, but without exception, they all became victims of her own curiosity and whims.
Until Carlos climbed out of the well and split into two heads, one of which knew the past very well, without being bound by memory or emotion at all, and could look back on the past vividly.
The other head can see the endless possibilities of the future, glimpses of times yet to come, and the endless variables ahead. There is a price to all this, which is that it never sees the present moment.
"Crash!"
It's like a library here, with tons of books filling the space. These books shimmer with blue and pink colors, and some even have bloody mouths or distorted facial features on their covers.
Every one of them can be regarded as a peerless cult book in the mortal world. A large group of Tzeentch demons are reading through them crazily, and there is even a huge body of the great demon among them. Feeling the anger of the superiors, these guys acted with increasing urgency.
"Carlos, my old friend, long time no see! What makes you so anxious?"
At this moment, a figure appeared on the window sill of the Silver Tower. If Snorri was there, he would have recognized it at a glance as the scholar Pukelt!
"Let me see! Ha! Zarok, you are such a waste! You haven't been able to defeat a dwarf after so many years!"
Carlos's left head turned at a strange angle when he heard the sound. With just one sweep, Puckelt's previous experience was clear to his mind.
"You're not much better, are you? You gained nothing in the first five years of the defense line built by mortals, if you don't count the free hair trimming service!"
Pukelt took off his hood to reveal his pale old face. He showed no fear in the face of Tzeentch's prophet. The noisy quarreling and complaining of the demons in the Silver Tower stopped, leaving only the sound of rustling books, and no demon dared to disturb their mutual sarcasm.
"That damn maelstrom! If it hadn't sucked away the magical wind, I could have turned that annoying four-legged snake into a little centipede with just a snap of my fingers!"
"There are no ifs in this world, especially for you."
"Shut up! If you are just here to make noise, I don't mind teaching you how to respect your seniors. Although that idiot Kugas was tortured miserably in the soul forge, it is still enough for you to drink a pot! Here we go! I’m still wearing this skin, so I’m afraid the hair hasn’t grown back!”
Carlos turned to face the Erudite, and the two bird heads seemed to swallow his thin body. Among all his colleagues, the one in front of him was the one that Fateweaver disliked the most.
Its ability mechanism is essentially the same as normal people's eyes. When staring, the left head can see the past and the right head can see the future. However, if you look away or are not within the visual distance, you still can't see it.
In principle, the past will not change, but the future seen on the right does not necessarily change. An analogy is that a person sees an apple on a tree, but if the apple falls to the ground after a while, his understanding will not be updated unless he observes it again.
People don't pay attention to whether the apple falls all the time, and Carlos, as the first demon under Tzeentch, is very busy. There are countless things worth observing in the world of heaven, and it is impossible for him to keep staring at one thing.
It’s not easy to change the future, but it depends on who you are doing it for. Zarok the Twister of Fate, as his title suggests, is good at this. In the process of competing for Tzeentch's favor and promotion, Zarok failed Carlos's prophecy more than once.
"Of course not! I have a plan, which requires your help. If everything goes well, then you and I can achieve our goals together!" Zarok, who transformed into a scholar, ignored Carlos's threat and still smiled.
