A sudden shaking interrupted his words. Uriel lowered his center of gravity and lay on the ground. He felt fear for no reason. Not far behind the apprentice were the werewolf and the mercenary who were still at the bottom of the lake. Both guys had shocked faces.
"What's going on?" Meimi pulled herself out of the hill of gold and silver treasures, and put a huge pearl necklace around his neck. No matter how the three of them divide the treasures later, this guy will never take off the necklace.
No one answered him. The mercenary took the little gray wolf by the collar and jumped onto the lake shore in a few steps.
Uriel stepped on the golden crown to the edge of the marble lake. He held the short knife in his hand and stared blankly at the silver light rising from the castle in the distance. The goblin's eyes met his at that point.
The soft moon-like halo did not spread. It gathers itself in a circle and climbs straight up until it penetrates the sky and the earth.
"The palace altar," he said dryly.
"What?"
"That's Alanwo's palace, York. There's a silver altar there that can animate dead things and transform into werewolves. That's the source of the magic of the entire Kamaria Moon, and that's the real Black Moon Lake."
The adventurer stared at the sky, almost thinking he was speaking another language. "The real Black Moon Lake?"
It's easy to lie to you, and therefore very boring, so why should I do it? The clues in Uriel's mind connected together, and he regretted not doing this earlier. "That legend - the source of the Black Moon River is indeed the Broken Moon. Originally, I thought the moon people were referring to was Kamaria, which is both the city of the moon and a mysterious creation. But in fact, the Broken Moon is the Broken Moon. The moon, it does not refer to some kind of image, but to the moon itself."
"Well, I think I understand most of it."
"The Black Moon River is part of the Broken Moon. It is a mysterious component." The apprentice pointed to the top of his head, signaling the mercenary to pay attention to the silver light beam. To be honest, his action was unnecessary, because no one could take their eyes away from the vision at the moment. "The gaps in the broken moon were projected on Binya Io, forming the Black Moon River thousands of years ago."
The shaking did not stop, but became more intense. Uriel had to stop explaining and keep himself as close to the ground as possible. He felt falling and rising at the same time, and the impact and weightlessness made him dizzy. Uriel calmed down and understood that this was because the lack of magic power was no longer enough to support the warrior's physical fitness. Gaia, I may not be able to help.
The sound of falling stone debris was heard endlessly, and Kamaria was roaring. The light reaching into the sky seemed to travel through time and space, sending virtual scenes of the distant shore.
"I told you." Aurora's voice came faintly amid the sound of a drum: "Nicholas gave his life for Alainvo. His heart no longer beats, but his fire is eternal - "
"Timir, my king, my immortal hero and my only best friend. I am waiting, I am looking forward to it, I know you will come back!" The water curtain on the goblin disappeared, revealing a face similar to that of a human. face. She has a pair of translucent long ears, and tears flow down her pointed chin. Elemental creatures have no fixed form, but Aurora has always tried to look like an elf.
The goblins around her landed at the bottom of Black Moon Lake during the earthquake and turned into pure lake water. The hills of gold and silver, jade and pearls were lost in the lake. Uriel realized that the goblin had never told the truth from the beginning. She lures comers with her treasures and makes them stay here.
"Fire?" The apprentice somewhat understood, "Does the soul of King Alanwo still exist?" But no one responded to him.
Daylight is the remnant of the Elven King's power, and Uriel guesses that he may want to separate Kamaria from the Broken Moon. But things didn't seem to develop according to the so-called intention he guessed. Only the magic of the moon was hovering in the space. The apprentice discovered that the palace altar was reconnecting with the moon in the sky.
"What is she doing?" York asked loudly. "Camaria is shabby enough."
"It's just like what she said." Uriel replied, "The Elf Lady wants to resurrect the Elf King!"
The mercenary was startled, "Is she going to turn the body of King Alanwo into an undead?"
Most normal mystics think this way, but Uriel feels that the goblins must know that the fire of the undead is different from the original. "I think this is too rough." He tried to use his poor occult knowledge to think about the possibility, but unfortunately, the Proverbs Knight's professional knowledge did not have any content about the resurrection of the dead. "Ms. Aurora is a creature of order. She may just want to see her old friends."
"It's a touching story. It would be better if she didn't lie to us." The adventurer stabilized his body and caught the little wolf Meimi who almost fell back into the lake. The dissatisfaction on the mercenary's face did not seem to be directed at resurrecting Niklos.
"It's understandable that she doesn't trust us. Do you know of any way to turn a soul into a living person?"
"Only the gods know the way!" The adventurer's foot slipped and he quickly grabbed the railing. "Knox may have the secret to resurrecting people, but at least the current occult community knows nothing about it."
The apprentice frowned. "I have seen the altar in the palace, where the magic of the moon can even make the statues move."
"What's the use of knowing this?" The mercenary felt very strange. "What does the resurrection of Niklos have to do with us? He is the hero of Knox, which is not a bad thing for us; of course he is also the king of the ancient elves. , but it should be Faf Tanner who has a headache. They certainly didn’t expect that one day they would welcome back their ancestors from thousands of years ago.”
Uriel couldn't help but ask: "York, do you really think the dead can be resurrected?"
"Different races have different definitions of death." York had no choice but to explain. He was not confident. "There's nothing wrong with letting her try. After all, the Elf King is the Nameless One. Who knows if the Nameless One will have any special abilities."
This time, before the apprentice could respond, he was interrupted by Meimi. "Good unknown people are very rare, but can you care about more simple things now?" The little gray wolf looked reluctant, still holding the string of pearls tightly in his paws. "My treasure is gone!"
"It's ours," York corrected.
"I don't think Ms. Aurora had any intention of giving it to us from the beginning," Uriel added.
Realizing that the situation was irreversible, Meimi rubbed her nose on the pearl necklace with a sad face. "Fortunately, I have it with me." Before he finished speaking, a translucent little fairy jumped out of the lake. She fluttered her shining wings and landed in front of the werewolf's nose, grinning at him. The little gray wolf looked confused; the water fairy raised her hand and threw the foam all over his face, and then from the pair of furry paws He picked up the necklace and jumped back into the lake with a splash and disappeared.
Meimi stayed there for a moment with her face covered with foam and water plants, and then suddenly rushed into the Black Moon Lake desperately.
York looked at his stupid look and almost let go with a smile.
"Don't go there." Uriel also grabbed its tail. He suppressed laughter and said, "It's useless for you to jump. The goblin won't give you the tribute of Broken Moon."
"But you clearly defeated the goblin!" Meimi felt very aggrieved. "How can she cheat?"
"A goblin usually keeps her word, unless something is more important to her than a good story." York looked at the goblin lady. Aurora was staring at the tower motionlessly, her dark blue pupils like a dim lake. She no longer paid attention to anyone, or even worried about her own situation. The adventurer sighed. "For example, her old sweetheart."
Meimi opened her mouth and found that she couldn't refute. At this time, a tower around the lakeshore fell backwards, and Uriel pressed his head to the ground without thinking.
Rubbles came crashing down like a rain curtain, and the dust almost buried them. Black Moon Lake was not immune. After the boulder fell, the splashed water could no longer return to the lake. The water fairies screamed and hid in the shadow of the stone bridge.
"The sky is getting dark!" Memie screamed, but he actually didn't blame Uriel for his cruelty. The little gray wolf pointed to the top of his head. "Oh my God, I see the moon!"
The secret realm is shattering.
The non-stop earthquakes, broken domes, peeling and collapsed buildings, and the stormy lake surface all together constitute a doomsday scene. The sunlight dimmed, and the cracked clear sky turned red. After the stone plastic breaks, it scratches back and forth on the white stone bricks with vibration, and the sound of friction on the rough surface is enough to make people's hearts tighten.
Uriel turned his head and saw the elf lady still floating on the lake, with stones penetrating her body like a phantom. Her figure overlapped with the silver light, and the blue lake gradually became quiet, rippling gently around her.
Her eyes seemed familiar. The apprentice thought sadly and sadly, on the streets of Yotsuba City, my Miss Carrot was also looking at me like this in the morning light, but not so intensely. Cecilia's eyes were a little wary, always worried that he would turn around and meet her eyes. But she must not have known that the closet glass reflected every soft detail on her little face.
"Magic power." He whispered to himself, "The magic power of the vast Broken Moon, that light is full of magic power."
An indescribable trembling feeling was emanating from the light pillar. Uriel was already familiar with this process - the magic was inducing mystery, and this was how magic was born.
"You're right, Uriel."
The goblin suddenly said. "I choose among the treasures: blood-red agate that does not contain the image of moonlight, brilliant gold, solemn hymns, and blessing vessels that are clear and untainted by mystery." Her voice was as ethereal as a dream. "Only the golden cup is suitable, Broken Moon cannot take it away."
As she narrated, Kamaria's changes became more and more intense. The stone statues and armors stood up swaying, spontaneously lined up in groups, and marched solemnly towards Black Moon Lake.
The sky completely shattered.
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