"Yes, their god is dying." Under the shade of the ancient tree, Elder Fahim made a cup of leaf water and pushed it towards Archmage Baierbo.
The old man half-squinted his eyes and cast his gaze into the distance, as if he was lost in memories: "You should also feel it, right? - That decaying, rotten smell... Step by step towards death, struggling desperately, but unable to do anything, even at the expense of Doing something that digs your own foundation also extends your life a little bit?" Archmage Baierbo nodded in horror.
A few years ago, when dealing with the Year without Summer, he followed his teacher to kill the demigod and sensed that aura from a long distance.
Like a patient on the verge of death, and like a putrid quagmire. The kind of unwillingness, the kind of greed, the kind that would rather overdraw the vitality of oneself and others than hang on to it.
The feeling of being "alive" on the edge of the cliff... Even if he passed a little bit of the edge and felt that little bit, he felt sick for a long time.
——To be honest, the undead creatures in Black Crow Swamp have a cleaner smell than them! But... when he followed his teacher, he was wrapped in the auras of the legendary mages and quietly crossed over the forest. He was still far, far away from this outpost.
Elder Fahim could actually recognize his aura... Is the legendary master so strong?
"Then...how strong is the other party? Is Little Gretel in danger?" He suppressed his emotions deep in his heart, leaned forward, and asked worriedly.
He also admired little Grete's ability to get into trouble: when he was less than level five, he could provoke the young silver dragon; just after level nine, he dared to fight head-on with the plague girl in the New World; it was easy to reach level ten. Look, The Eagle God and the Snake God are waiting for him... That is what he, a near-legendary magician, can challenge head-on!
Well now, a child who is only at level 12 has gone to the territory of that dying god... or demigod... or at least a legend...
Archmage Baierbo was very suspicious of Gretel's ability to cause trouble. When he rushed over, he saw Gretel fleeing for his life while being devoured by the god...
"The other party is quite strong." Elder Fahim sat still and glanced at Archmage Baierbo with a smile: "Do you remember the demigod you killed last time? He was its subordinate god... Although The relationship between the subordinate gods and the main god here is relatively loose, but you can probably imagine how powerful the main god is."
"As for the danger, you can rest assured. Idian is with him, as well as Losia, a half-step legendary warrior, a high-level spellcaster, and the little silver dragon. As long as little Gray is special, You should be able to save him by jumping around."
"... Could you please show me the way? I'd better go see him!" Archmage Baierbo was anxious.
Not jumping around? Will little Grete stop jumping around? No matter where he goes, if there is no trouble, he can jump around and cause trouble!
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Gretel, who "jumps around and causes trouble even when there is no trouble", would definitely scream that he was wronged if he heard his senior brother's comments.
Where is he jumping around? When did he jump around? When did he not have to take action when he saw someone being injured, sick, sick in large areas, and pleading in pain?
As for what happened next... What happened next was not what he wanted to be like... Besides, didn't he find strong foreign aid every time and get it done every time?
Like the eagle god, the snake god, etc., he did not rush forward rashly, but called the parliament for reinforcements in time, and everyone made a fortune together!
Of course, he didn't hear his senior brother's complaints now, so he didn't complain. He followed Idian, riding the phantom pony, traveling easily on the mountain road.
The higher you go up, the more rugged the mountain road becomes. Thin velvet-like grass is spread among the rugged rocks, and scattered flowers can sometimes be seen blooming.
Blue, purple, green, deep colors, reminding you how strong the ultraviolet rays are here. In the distance, an antelope with slender hooves glanced at them, jumped up a few times, and went to graze on a higher cliff.
Grete muttered in a low voice: "Why are they running away...I won't eat them..."
"It means that your aura is not sufficiently restrained, or your affinity with nature is not enough." Idian, who was walking in front, gave him a stern look: "When the nature walkers walked past, they should not have disturbed them. "
"Okay, it's my fault again." Gretel shrugged. He looked back at the bottom of the mountain on the back of the phantom pony. It was extremely flat and the endless green stretched to the horizon.
In the green forest, a long, somewhat dirty river meanders into the distance.
There are no cliffs, no cliffs, no canyons, no waterfalls...it is flat as far as the eye can see. While trekking in the forest, you can still occasionally see the terrain differences, which are completely hidden under the dense canopy of trees.
"This rainforest is so beautiful." Grete admired sincerely. Ahead, Udian raised his voice and urged: "Don't be in a daze, let's go! It's getting dark soon. We have to get to a place where we can stay before it gets dark!"
"Ah... can't you live everywhere here..." Gretel cooed, urging the phantom pony to catch up.
The magic condensed horse's hooves were filled with smoke, and it was treading on the rugged mountain road as if it were walking on flat ground. Gretel didn't even need to lean forward or backward. He could just sit quietly on the horse and be lifted up by the phantom pony.
The savages suffered a little more. He hugged Appa's neck tightly, and his whole body was almost pressed against the Silver Moon Deer's back - Appa, who had successfully advanced, had shrunk in size, and his back was only as high as Gretel's shoulders.
A pair of huge wide corners have also been temporarily retracted to facilitate traveling in forests and mountain roads. However, the Silver Moon Deer is an entity after all, unlike the Phantom Pony, which is half virtual and half real. Step by step, you still have to step on the stone.
Bernard leaned forward and backward, almost sliding down several times, and could only hold the horse's neck tightly.
"Eudian, how far is it to the camp?" Gretel looked around on the back of the phantom colt. Along the way, there are no traces of repaired roads, no houses, bridges, walls, fields, in short, no signs of human existence.
If you simply want to find a place to live, then you can open a mage cabin anywhere...
"We're almost there." Idian looked up, gestured left and right, and gave a definite answer: "Don't worry, there is a village up there, you will be interested. Besides, living in a cave is better than living in a mage's cabin. , much more comfortable." As a mage, Gretel really couldn't agree.
But the legendary warrior said this. Out of curiosity, he also wanted to see what the local indigenous residences looked like.
Along the way, he had already seen reed-woven houseboats, houses made of wood that looked like normal dwellings, wooden stilt houses, and beds made of smooth wooden platforms... On such a high mountain, the local indigenous people Maybe the village looks different from others?
After climbing a mountain and crossing a mountain ridge, Gretel finally saw a row of caves in the distance. They are arranged on a high rocky mountain, dotted from top to bottom.
Some are tall and some are short, some are deep and some are shallow. If you sweep them roughly, there will be at least twenty or thirty of them. From a distance, it looked a bit like the Turkish cave monastery he had seen in photos in his previous life.
"Will the gods be worshiped here?" Gretel used a communication technique and quietly sent the words to Idian's ears.
Idian looked back at him in surprise: "Your senses are quite sensitive. - That's right, follow me when the time comes and don't run around. If you violate their taboo, although we may not be able to defeat you, it will be very difficult. Trouble!" They meandered to the foot of the mountain.
Idian put his hands to his mouth and shouted a few times. After a while, a few heads emerged from the cave in the rock mountain. They looked down and jumped down: they were flexible little men with dark faces and curly hair.
Carrying spears on their backs and carrying bows and arrows, they jumped up and down and landed in front of Idian. The man in the lead, wearing a colorful feather cloak, put his hand on his chest and saluted deeply: "Dear Lin Xing, welcome to your arrival. Are these your companions? What do you need after coming all the way?"
"We only need to stay here for one night." Idian nodded to them kindly. He turned around and called Grete and others, pointing them one by one: "One, two, three, four, five, five people and a deer. Please arrange a cave for us to stay for one night." This request was quickly fulfilled. .
The indigenous man blew his wooden whistle a few times, and the crowd dispersed and everyone returned to their places. Gretel followed them, climbing up the narrow road carved out of the sandstone little by little, looking at the caves: the entrances to most of the caves were no higher than his shoulders, and the insides were narrow, deep, and dark. , dancing with weak flames.
A woman in ragged clothes and three or five children poked their heads inside, and occasionally the sound of a baby crying could be heard.
The cave stunk. The smell of human sweat, the smell of animal excrement, the smell of rotting and fermenting food... Am I staying here tonight?
No, I'd rather live in the mage's cabin! Fortunately, he was not arranged to enter these caves, but was guided all the way up to an extremely large cave.
The entrance to the cave was three people tall, with a wide entrance surrounded by a circle of flat stones.
It looked like it was used by the entire tribe for meetings or dinners - the dusk light shone into the inner wall of the cave.
Grete glanced at it and took a breath: the entire cave, from the three walls to the ceiling, was covered with magnificent paintings.
Using ocher, malachite, and various pigments that Gretel did not recognize, he painted breathtaking pictures: a sky full of stars, from the new moon to the full moon to the waning moon, running across the east and west, with the sun radiating heat in it; humans holding spears , opened their bows and arrows, brandished wooden sticks and throwing belts, chasing various huge beasts; frogs croaked in the grass, golden eagles spread their wings and flew by, vultures pecked at the corpses; each huge palm, alien A strange human-like shape... Inside the cave, a shriveled old man walked slowly over with a hunched body and a smell of medicine.
Gretel glanced over and couldn't help but step forward quickly: "Old man, you--" Such a skinny figure!
These ribs are protruding one by one! This huge belly is completely out of proportion to the whole person! Is it intestinal obstruction, ascites, or other symptoms?
Before he could finish speaking, he was pulled by Yudian. The elf warrior's voice was thin and his tone was urgent: "Don't treat him!" Gretel: ...What?
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