Griffith still had time before the Frost Festival party.
He vaguely felt that Salorian would be involved in fatal and terrifying dangers, and this danger was something he could not escape.
It was a winter afternoon. Griffith looked out from the corridor on the edge of the cliff and saw the wonderful scene to the northwest consisting of rooftops, spires, distant mountains and hazy oceans, burning in the sunset, like an apocalypse, pure and pure. The white snow scene serves as the background, mixed with bright red, golden yellow, lavender and even a bit of strange green. The whole world under the setting sun is cast with a mysterious atmosphere. The marble dome of Homemon Watts Hall towered in this vast blur of outline, and a gap in the colored clouds cut across the burning sky, crowning the dome of the ancient building. The halo.
On the almost vertical cliff, Griffith seemed to see some extremely mysterious and distant parts of the castle.
Salorian is one of the most knowledgeable wizards alive. Shortly after Griffith enrolled in the school, while serving as an assistant in the alchemy course, he joined the polymath's assistant and the student's research group.
The topic he chose was precisely "The Call of the Ancient Gods." To this day, Griffith still remembers that the moment he heard the word "ancient god", the old and serious face of the Supreme Mage made it difficult for people to detect his emotions, but underneath the appearance, his heart was by no means peaceful.
This was not Griffith's first visit to Salorian's mage tower, but when he walked through the deep gardens and corridors, a huge black shadow suddenly flashed past his eyes, looking extremely scary. people.
This shadow was too shocking, even to the point of being unreal, reminding Griffith of the terrifying shadow under the Turan Swamp.
How could such a monster appear in Homemonworth? And it also appeared near Salorian's mage tower?
Griffith held the holy sword in his hand and chased after him. He had a distinct feeling that this mysterious monster had something to tell him. Soon, he followed the looming shadow to the basement, and then entered the dark underground pipe.
It's almost impossible to see where you can reach out here. Griffith felt that he was probably the first student to walk in these Homemworth tubes, heading in an unknown direction. Griffith followed the sound through the deep darkness, up the vertical steps, past ancient gables built as early as the First Age, and into the shaded gardens.
Finally, when he looked around clearly, he realized that he had unknowingly arrived outside Professor Salorian's office and inside the Mage Tower. It was a stately building, with huge pine trees casting soothing shadows on the snow outside the windows. It stands alone on the edge of the cliff. The ancient gables exude a gloomy atmosphere and are immersed in a complex decay.
The evil and ancient wizards in the story live in seclusion in places like this.
The strange sound disappeared here.
Griffith clenched his swords. He has vaguely grasped some key clues, but they are still unclear. They may lead to new answers, or they may lead to some unknown and terrifying doors.
Professor Salorian is a renowned scholar and demigod. However, contrary to the impression given by the amazingly profound knowledge, understanding and insight revealed during the lecture, he seemed to be deliberately avoiding the use of magic. His enthusiasm for alchemy, biological configuration, and new technologies is completely different from other extraordinary wizards. He was so enthusiastic that he even seemed a bit weird in the wizarding world.
However, even so, he is still a genius and leader. After Griffith's experience increased, when he looked at this big man again, he could see his outstanding self-control and profound critical spirit in his eyes. These are completely different from the kind white-bearded grandfather who gives everyone gifts on Frost Festival.
This is a passion for criticism and departure that cannot be concealed.
Griffith was almost led here by this mysterious trace. If not an ambush, then this was a special meeting prepared for him by the mighty Salorian.
"Good afternoon, my students,"
Professor Salorian appeared at the door, serious, gentle and polite, as lofty as an omniscient god, "Please come in, I have been waiting for 'you'."
"Good afternoon, my tutor,"
Griffith saluted respectfully, "How did you know I was coming here?"
"I found that you still have the aura of the hybrid body, which must have been left by your little adventure in Odessa. This will attract my creation to get closer to you. And you can hear its voice and track it. Its traces are even more interesting.
"The Shadow Devourer is a magical creature created by me. It looks like a mutated and corrupted deep-sea squid. It was a test subject not long ago. It escaped from my pool in the Tuyang Valley of Verona and was murmuring. The forest's shores attacked you. I didn't get it back until recently."
The professor had no intention of apologizing. On the contrary, a burly and majestic humanoid creature walked out of the next room and stood respectfully in the corner of the room.
"Let me introduce you. This is my squire, the orc Zulu. My hound.
"He is a pure magical creature without a mother body. It is cultivated in vitro from the genes of elves, humans and orcs. It has the advantages of agility, tenacity and strength. Zulu is the most perfect product among them.
"You have been to Tuyang Reservoir and solved the out-of-control sealed object 'Black Domain'. Can I assume that you understand this creature?"
Griffith nodded quietly. Then I pulled out Han Guang and wrote and drew on the ground and took notes. The powerful orc was listening to them quietly, his strong hands never leaving the scimitar at his waist.
Salorian, the monster that attacked the Flying Leaf that everyone boarded when they entered school was created by him!
Salorian, the Orc is his creation! Then, he is likely to be detrimental to Galadia.
"Studying magical creatures is my main job," Salorian continued. "Other magical creatures are not my original creation, nor do they all obey my orders. You must have seen many similar creatures, such as those weak Goblins, Brownies, or miserable Westeros soldiers. However, they have a common shortcoming, that is, their affinity for magic is extremely weak. They can use some simple magic or weaker psychic powers, However, no matter how you adjust it, it is still very weak.
“How unfortunate they are.
"Our world is hidden in the shadows, like a dying patient. All the light that magic can give has been popularized by humans in the world. It is a dim light. Compared with the day, it is simply night.
“One after another, pioneers came forward, bringing new light, but the night came in a blink of an eye, the old system became a new system, and light and darkness exchanged places.
"Magic has its limits. The more you explore the origin of magic, the more you become shrouded in darkness."
Salorian is also the mentor of Reed, the fallen wizard of Verona. Griffith suppressed the tension and panic in his heart and listened to the demigod's declaration.
Professor Salorian nodded, satisfied that the knight had not done anything stupid yet: "In the past period of time, you have been involved in many disputes, some of which I need to take responsibility for, and you have the right to take revenge on me. , and I will also meet your challenge with respect and compassion.
"But if my judgment is correct, Griffith, as a knight who is involved in the mystery of a very high position and treks in a dark destiny, you must be interested in my real work and be willing to continue to listen. Yes. Is that so? My student."
"Wise Lord Salorian, my mentor, what do you need me to do?" Griffith asked.
Salorian nodded slightly: "After all, human beings cannot escape the fate of being entangled in endless conspiracies and endless disputes. Your performance so far is amazing, and you have the qualifications to be on the chessboard, but you still have to be defeated by the powerful Bound by will. You are fighting, just like me in the past, you are a light shining into the darkness. Neither you nor I will burn for long. As long as someone can pass on our thoughts, this spark will eventually start a prairie fire.
“And I, who I am now, can give you the power to fight against fate.
"Your enemies are those beings who will feed on you and your friends. The incident in Canaan was an unsuccessful attempt, and they will eventually come back. For this reason, I need you to help me collect information about them .When the time comes, we will fight them together.
"I need your goodwill and information. The ancient documents record the road signs left by the ancient gods in this world. Only by mastering this information can I predict their actions."
Griffith followed the Master Wizard to the reception room, where he described the general encounters in the Throat of the Abyss and the ruins of the Dream Lord on the Sea of Chaos, concealing some details.
Salorilian didn't show too many surprises about this experience:
"Aaron, you should be familiar with this Headmaster Tiberion's favorite. His existence is to welcome the coming of God.
"He is not the only one. In this world, other gods have also prepared their own containers. Let us imagine whether the thread of life in the virtual realm would be so reckless and strong in trying to pass through the barrier of the plane. He It is destined to be blocked by the Seven Gods, and the possibility of consuming a lot of energy in vain is very high.
"You are an excellent commander and should be able to understand the meaning. This is the true purpose hidden under the grand event. The chess pieces of the King of the Undead are moving according to his layout. It won't be long before the chess pieces come into contact with them. The required forces, armed and ready for the next phase of operations."
Salorian returned to his desk. There, Griffith saw a bond prospectus.
The bond was issued by the Westland Industrial Manufacturing Company, guaranteed by the Verona Restoration Commission, and guaranteed by Roland de Sissel.
Is this Roland's bond issue? Griffith's eyebrows rose.
"Are you interested in this?" Salorian asked with a smile, "This is what we often call Weifu Bonds. The returns are stable and considerable. The issuance scale is increasing exponentially every year. I am Weifu Voucher." The chairman of the Rona Revitalization Committee should support it to some extent."
As the demigod wizard spoke, he took out a golden badge:
"This is given to you in return for sharing the adventure. There is a secret operation underway. The young and noble chosen ones will compete in a tournament, a brutal tournament. Aaron, Naira, Prince Commodus , and even Miss Villanoy.
"This will be a feast for them."
Griffith's pupils shrank: "For what competition?"
Salorian's tone was magnanimous, as if he didn't bother to hide anything: "Human beings have limits. Throughout their lives, no matter how hard they work, no matter how much they pay, they will never be able to break through the rank of Sequence 4, and they will never be able to touch higher dimensions. The truth that belongs to the gods.
"However, open intelligence claims that the breath of the Old God is changing our world, calling forth sleeping secrets. At a specific time and place, a crack will open to the door to truth. Only a select few Have the grace to approach this door and see the light of truth.
"This is the road to becoming a god. It is a rare opportunity to break through this skin and break free from the shackles."
Griffith understood. Such an opportunity is enough to make the strongest people in the world go crazy.
“The vast spiritual energy must come through special channels.
“Godhead, you can understand it as extraordinary characteristics that have been strengthened countless times;
“Authority, some kind of power that is extremely powerful and capable of subverting the rules, a weapon controlled by gods;
"Ritual, a way to awaken the power from the Twisting Nether.
"From a formal point of view, these are not significantly different from the ways in which extraordinary people and extraordinary people obtain power. When a qualified selected person possesses characteristics, weapons and rituals at the same time, he can break through the ranks and become an extraordinary person. Any known Sequence 4 is more powerful and more respected.
"He will be 'He'!"
Salorian's tone was calm, but the light in his eyes that was comparable to a nebula revealed his mood.
"It won't be long before Tiberion announces the news. The chosen ones, willing or unwilling, will be sent to the arena by mysterious power and chance until a qualified candidate is selected.
“Take the badge I gave you, it will entitle you to compete in the competition.
"Some superior beings will definitely not be happy when they learn that you have been chosen."
