The valley is green and the water is gurgling. There is no bloody and cruel scene at all, with corpses strewn across the fields. The shadow of the moon began to appear and disappear, and whenever the night wind blew silently through the branches of the trees, the light of the Harp and the morning star would shine behind it.
Uriel has seen bloody battlefields, but after thousands of years, this valley has become completely different, with only heroic spirits still wandering here.
"They deserve to rest in peace." The apprentice looked at a raised boulder. There is a broken dead tree next to it. The bones of cave dwellers may be buried under the dead tree. They are wrapped in long roots of grass, and water flows through the empty eye sockets on the skulls.
The leader of the mercenary team rubbed his forehead, "It really hurts. Why did we forget all about this? My head really hurts."
"There is no return here, and you can't find the truth." The dwarf got to the point. "The cave people are extinct. Do you expect the lizard people to remember that they had such a relative?"
The Lizardmen live in the underground world, and their mysterious organization is called the Temple of Ashes. The underground is no better than the surface. The environment there is so bad that no one is willing to explore, and most of the people living there are cruel and ruthless cold-blooded creatures.
"Then we should let people remember them." The apprentice blurted out without thinking.
"Don't be stupid, brother, not many people know the story of the evil dragon. Cave people? Croita remembers them, and no one in the Four Leaf Territory knows these things."
York stepped back, away from the valley, or away from Joey. The latter remained expressionless, but his expression was unreadable. "What's more." He paused for a moment, "The cave people were heroes in life, but not after death. The number of travelers buried in this valley over the past millennium is probably more than the entire cave people."
"They may be cursed," Uriel retorted.
"Didn't you notice? We can't make any sound in the valley, let alone disturb the souls. The curse itself is a magic, it eliminates all sounds in the valley."
The elemental life of light breaks a hollow branch, and there is silence as the wood breaks. He ran his hand over the stick from beginning to end, turning it into a flute. He puffed up his cheeks and blew, but there was no movement. "You see, this is the effect of magic." He threw the stick to Uriel.
"Your blow hole is not right at all. It's crazy if you blow loudly." The apprentice had seen the choir orchestra in the monastery.
York pretended not to hear. "So there is another reason why people disappear here. It can't be because they made a sound. No one can do it. Maybe this is a trap in itself. The undead have lost themselves and they are hunting people who pass by here."
"Undead and heroic spirits are two different things." The dwarf actually stood on Uriel's side. "I think they couldn't get out of the valley because they were attacked by demons. There are more than just cave dwellers' souls here, right?"
"If history is correct." York's voice was undetectable. The three people all turned their attention to the messenger.
Joey said nothing. His silence was like a cold wind, calming down the three guys in an excited state.
"You are such an adventurer," he said to his apprentice.
"What's wrong with being an adventurer?"
"But you are not an adventurer." Joey replied. "What are you doing here? Do you remember?"
Uriel woke up as if from a dream.
The future is like the waves, and choice is the wind that blows the sails. I have to hold on to the anchor line, and I have to control the course. He slapped his forehead in frustration, Gaia, am I used to wasting time? Magic makes me feel redundant in this area? Who can think of too much time?
Joey, or rather my subconscious was reminding me. The messenger will never notice that the topic is gradually drifting away. He is not good at this.
"Thank you." The apprentice did not lower his voice, otherwise nothing would be heard. "I understand."
"Is there anything we should pay attention to in the curse? How can we get through the valley?" Uriel asked. Don't think too much, he told himself. Who cares how the cave dwellers died? If the devil had lingered here, the astrologers monitoring Knox would have discovered it long ago.
Maybe they'll send a mobile Scourge that will blow up a blizzard and level the entire forest. "Chloe writes about the cavemen's war and how we can get through its tomb, right?"
"This is a place of silence. If you cross it, you must break the silence. If you break the silence, danger will come." The messenger seemed to be following a script.
"How to do it?"
"Swear to the Scroll of Oath and tell it that you will speak freely."
Uriel became cautious. Although he had a second chance, he preferred to succeed the first time. "What's the danger?"
"I don't know," Joey replied. He faced York and Painter's questioning gazes, a long sword stretched inch by inch in his hand. "But you can leave it to me."
Uriel believed that Joey had this ability and that the Sky Realm could move mountains and fill seas. He saw with his own eyes that the messenger was about to collapse the castle with just a wave of his hand. Fortunately, Katie stopped him. But he couldn't help but worry about something else: "The souls of those cave dwellers—"
York patted him on the shoulder, "Devil's soul, or fallen undead. We are about to free them."
You are convinced so quickly. Uriel was speechless and had to take out the parchment.
"In the name of Gaia, I swear—"
"Loyal words are jarring to the ears, but sweet words are easy to listen to. Those who do good are magnanimous, while those who are narrow-minded are afraid to retreat."
The parchment remained motionless.
The dwarf's feet slipped, "What are you talking about?"
"I couldn't find a suitable commandment." Uriel coughed awkwardly. He was really afraid that the Scroll of Oath would not respond to him. But have any oaths been broken recently? Didn't tell York and them the truth? My God, Gaia, this is really undesirable. Goddess, you won’t be so stingy!
He tried his best to hide it, feeling uneasy and panic almost overflowing. "It has something to do with the sound...I can't think of anything else for a while."
"Gaia is not as rigid a believer as you, so let's make some normal promises." York didn't think this sentence with unclear intentions would be useful. "Don't cause trouble for yourself if you can do it."
"Okay, okay, I'll try my best." Uriel racked his brains and found that the valley was not the problem, the problem was that he had to activate the parchment.
The messenger stared at him, then turned to look at the valley. His eyes reflected the moonlight and the ghosts lingering among the vegetation and rocks.
Chloe knew everything that had happened here, but the astrologers didn't take any action. Maybe they didn't care about the cave people. Uriel couldn't help but think wildly.
The war that no one knows about, the bones in the corner of time.
A thought flashed through his mind: Did Joey insist on taking this route just to save time?
Or did he come here just for this Valley of Sleep? Is he going to complete Croita's mission?
The apprentice was frustrated to find that the messenger did not tell him the truth, or did not tell him the whole truth. Joey is always like this, he doesn't lie very much, he just makes you be fooled by what you think is the truth.
Or maybe these are all my imagination, and things are actually not that complicated...
Uriel felt that his brain could not withstand such a test of turning back and forth. No matter what, let this damn valley give way!
I have to promise things that I can do, and sending heroic souls to death is not one of them.
"I swear." When he spoke, he was surprised to find that his voice had become normal. Worries and distracting thoughts disappeared with the water, and he truly realized the power of the oath. There was no need to pretend to be respectful or fearful.
"Cease silence when you are depressed, and keep silent when you are excited."
Before anyone could comment, the Scroll of Oath responded to him: a large cloud of golden powder spurted out from the scroll, covering their heads and faces. Uriel's heart stopped for a second, and he almost mistook these things for Sauvero potions.
"Divinity." The messenger whispered.
A faint light spread, covering them as they stepped into the valley. Joey stood at the front, followed closely by Uriel; the dwarf carried his war hammer and trotted to keep up. York turned on the kettle, and there was only the lingering fragrance of coffee in it. He had to walk at the end dejectedly.
They walked around the rocks, through thorns and bushes, and walked peacefully for a while. Uriel didn't feel anything unusual, except for the sharp rocks that Joey had mentioned. They hurt the soles of the feet, and the apprentice almost suspected that he might not be wearing shoes.
"The ground is strewn with nails," the dwarf complained. "I controlled the earth to make it softer, but these things are surprisingly hard."
"The moon is also dark," York said. "At this time again, I can clearly see the cracks on her body."
Uriel raised his head and saw that the full moon was covered with scars. "Broken Moon, what's going on?"
"Hey, don't try to trick us. It has nothing to do with the fire, anyone with eyes can see it - don't you see her every night?"
The moon I saw a few days ago is not the same moon as yours. Uriel changed his question: "I mean, is the moon's behavior related to mystery?"
"I don't know, whoever has been to the moon could probably tell you."
Painter touched his big nose and said, "I heard that there is a group of werewolves in Binyaio. They are very knowledgeable about the moon."
"Werewolf? A demihuman race?"
"They are monsters." York corrected, "Maybe their ancestors are related to humans. I remember that werewolves appeared once when fighting the undead, and then there was no news. Who makes them turn into beasts every time the moon breaks, Oath Keepers The league can’t stand this madness.”
"The werewolves left the Oath Keepers Alliance after the war because the Council of Light was in trouble." The dwarf retorted.
"But the Oath Keepers Alliance also agreed." York was not targeting the alliance organization: "To be honest, werewolves are also quite unlucky. Their racial profession is inherently flawed. Sanity is a good thing, as long as it is lost, it will Twice the strength.”
"People are afraid of crazy people."
"Even non-human beings are afraid."
"..."
Uriel saw Joey turn his head, as if he wanted to shut up the two mercenaries, but he only saw the mouth shape, and couldn't help but be a little confused. The apprentice was about to ask a question when he suddenly broke into a cold sweat.
boom--! !
The next second, the mountains shook and the earth shook.
