Crown of Chaos

After experiencing the previous siege by the mushroom people and the attack by the entire team of demon elves, Aaron no longer dared to act rashly. He tried to find a place to stay near the city.

In the mist, he quickly found it. Myth Drannor's former glory meant that it had a large number of buildings even around the city. Aaron chose a low building and blocked it with one kick. The pile of stones at the door of the house was kicked open, and scarlet light and terrifying screams suddenly spurted out.

There are undead banshees in the room, and there are more than one!

The howls of the two undead banshees sucked Aaron in, and the room was as cold as if it were soaked in ice. The floor buzzed with the screams. After the weak cries of the desperate dead, the undead banshees came with a hazy glow. Forms appeared, their bodies wrapped in delicate fluttering rags, their faces covered with stray hair, and they rushed towards Aaron with endless hatred for the living.

The messy hair on the faces of the banshees spread out. They stretched out their hands towards Aaron, wanting to drag this equally beautiful human being into the abyss. They were full of jealousy and hatred, and wanted to make Aaron become like them. Same, turned into the same undead, subject to the same curse.

Corrupting touch!

Face of fear!

Wail!

Aaron didn't react much. After recalling the information about the banshee in the Elminster illustrated book in his mind, he just made one action.

The environment in the room began to change, the shape of the walls, floor and ceiling changed, and the entire dimension twisted in front of the banshees. Even though Aaron was standing there, the banshees could no longer touch him.

Then, mirrors appeared out of thin air. In the middle, black flames were spitting out from a dark abyss, and the smell of burnt flesh and spices continued to emerge from it.

The power of Slaanesh is everywhere.

The foundation of the existence of the banshees was quickly disintegrated. They lost all emotions. Hatred, fear, and rage gradually disappeared. The curse that bound these creatures disintegrated, and these painful souls were finally freed.

The small building was finally safe.

Aaron checked the house and released the stone wall technique to block the entrance and exit. After hundreds of long years, similar buildings around the city of Myst Drannor have been swept away by a large number of adventure groups, and it is impossible to leave them behind. What's valuable? The only thing that can still feel the glory of the past is a few elven writings on the walls and the architectural structure of Meilunmeiyang.

Also, even if only a small part of the Elf Water Conservancy Facilities, the huge water pump structure, the wide water canal and the power plant could be seen from the window, Aaron felt a deep sense of sadness.

Will such a brilliant and glorious civilization finally come to an end?

The fog seemed to be thicker, and drizzle was still falling in the distance. Aaron looked down from the second floor of the house.

The Mystery Lock, the brightest pearl in the elven high magic crown, symbolizes the top that magic can currently reach.

What is a mystery lock?

Mystique is a powerful barrier that covers a wide area. It has a simple consciousness. It is generally given the task of protecting elven cities or holy places by its creators - their lifespan can be hundreds or even thousands of years. .

Mysteries are designed to protect certain creatures within their range and to expel certain creatures. The principle of operation is to infuse a series of spells into the barrier. In addition, each mystery lock also has Possess some unique abilities that cannot be directly described by spells.

Generally speaking, it can be understood that the Mystery Lock is a sustainable field effect that has self-awareness and can be artificially set to release to a certain area.

I have the final say in my field.

For example, two effects were mentioned in the Mystery Lock of Myth Drannor. The first is to make the climate always warm as spring, and the second is to repel all evil camp beings from approaching the city.

The second effect alone stopped thousands of troops from the city more than once. Until Mysaurus was corrupted, the dark army that destroyed Myth Drannor could never get closer to the city.

Yes, the army of darkness.

The glory of Myth Drannor began with Iltargrim, the crowned king, and ended with Iltargrim.

In the year 661 of the Vale Calendar, the 400th year of the founding of Myth Drannor, after 400 years of prosperity, on the midsummer night of this year, the Crowned King Ilta Green and Dawn climbed to the top of the Tower of Dominion. He is over 1,200 years old, far beyond the normal lifespan of elves (the lifespan of most elves is 750-900 years old). According to tradition, the crowned king and the people of Myth Drannor welcomed the first ray of morning light after the summer night. When dawn was about to come, Ilta Green sang the ancient elven hymn. In the eyes of everyone, his body automatically decomposed into light spirits, and the door of Avandor opened in front of him.

In the rose-colored morning light, the soul of the sixth-generation crown king Ilta Green returned to Arvandor.

His departure deprived Myth Drannor of a powerful leader, and also prompted careerists to start their activities. His niece, Elavi, who was tacitly designated as the next crown king, served as regent for a short period of time. After being assassinated and killed, the Sun Elf nobles were forced to restart the "King Selection Ceremony" eagerly. As a result, the Crown Sword, which symbolized the position of crowning the king, refused to let any Sun Elf nobles pass the test.

Dozens of Sun Elf nobles died under the Crown Sword.

At the same time, moon elves, wood elves, humans, and dwarves also began to try to compete for the position of king. The situation gradually got out of control, and bloodshed occurred on the streets. Only then did humans and dwarves discover that the elves who once called them "friends" refused to allow foreigners to participate. During the King Selection Ceremony, one conflict after another destroyed the trust and friendship between them.

In the end, humans and dwarves climbed onto the Tower of Domination, and some elves secretly released powerful magic, causing the Tower of Domination to collapse. This also symbolized the city's longstanding concept of "One World, One Dream." Disillusioned.

Although Ms. Silinxi finally won the recognition of the Crown Sword, she refused to become the crown king and left with the Crown Sword.

After Mian Wang disappeared, the remaining nobles established the "Twelve-member Council". Although they were all recognized as sages with high moral standards, without the suppression of Mian Wang, political struggles for power and profit and intrigues were carried out every day. The Council has gradually become a tool for the major factions to seize interests. The friendship between the various races no longer exists, and disappointed people have left one after another.

Myth Drannor thus began to decline.

"The country's diverse civilizations once burst out with the most brilliant light here, but now, when I look here, I can no longer see any light." Aaron shook his head in disappointment.

However, the repetition was like a slap in the face. As soon as Aaron finished speaking, a golden light emerged from the top of the ruins of the city in the distance.

"That is?!"

"That's a ray of hope."

A golden-armored giant more than three meters tall stepped out of the mist. He only wore a golden laurel crown, showing his noble face. On the healthy wheat-colored skin of the ancient Asia Minor people, all the miracles and brightness gathered on their faces. With Aaron.

"Emperor." Aaron said to the visitor, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

"I'm very happy that you can persevere until now, La." The Lord of Humanity slowly walked behind Aaron, and there was a sense of relief in the emperor's full, cold and magnetic voice: "Even if the glory of the past Already in vain, hope remains even as the city witnesses the collapse of yet another great dream.”

"Myst Drannor is a great experiment. The beauty that was born here is still unforgettable for many people. It gives them hope. This city has become a symbol, constantly giving mortals fantasy."

At this point, the emperor paused for a moment and took a breath: "It's like the golden age of mankind, it's very imaginative."

"Pure symbol?" Aaron asked: "Civilization? Or culture?"

"They are all." The Lord of Humanity stared into the distance: "I once thought that diversification was a way out, but I finally gave up this idea. La, I hope you can understand that the success of the ancient race does not mean represents the failure of our race,"

Rarely, the emperor's face showed a look of ridicule, and he said contemptuously: "Look at these alien civilizations. King Mian worked hard to maintain his dream for nearly a thousand years, but in the end it collapsed. Isn't it a bit poetic when the trust that has been built up with countless efforts is shattered in just an instant, and the grand plan to unite all races is shattered?"

"Perhaps, but at least they have been glorious. They have at least tried hard and achieved success." Aaron was less positive about the emperor's view: "Your Majesty, 40,000 years is too short, 1,000 years Too long."

"Human beings always think that they can go further than their predecessors. They always think that they can avoid the failures of their predecessors. Every species believes that it has something unique and believes that it will be able to break out of the cycle until the end. , like all species and all empires, have returned to the starting point." The emperor turned his gaze back to Aaron, his hawk-like eyes fixed on Aaron: "Do you still care about this city? Have illusions?"

"No, no!" Aaron gritted his teeth, rejecting the emperor's view: "That's not possible. We can still restore the glory here."

The emperor tilted his head and stared at the mist generated by the fascination with his former Imperial Guards. The Lord of Humanity said expressionlessly: "Oh? My Imperial Guards, what are your plans? Do you think that relying on the four in the subspace? A cancer that can never be cut off, relying on Draconian, can you move the fate of reincarnation out of its orbit?"

"This is my road to becoming a god, reincarnation." Aaron said categorically: "Just as sunset is a law of nature, sunrise is also a theorem of nature, reincarnation is a kind of destiny, and I will witness it, I will Prove to you that besides humans, multiple races can also coexist in harmony and create a brilliant civilization."

"Reincarnation is my path, better than Myth Drannor!"

"... Whatever you want." The emperor interrupted Aaron: "You can prove it to me, you don't have to choose here, but I must remind you, La, you are in trouble."

"Yes, you are right, Your Majesty." Aaron sighed, and the great pride that had just risen in his heart was ruthlessly extinguished by the emperor.

Restoration of Drannor?

Are you worthy?

You're not even a sun elf!

Cricket humans to interfere with the private affairs of elves? The previous history has proven how the elves who once called them "friends" reacted when humans and dwarves tried to join the king-selection ceremony.

The emperor's meaning is simple: it is good to have ideals, and do not eat the leftovers of the elves.

He nodded silently: "Bilak has appeared, and he wants to compete with me for the qualification of the fifth god."

"I have fought against Be'lak." The emperor's cold face showed a cautious look: "This is a very cunning opponent. He can always use unexpected means to launch attacks in places where you don't notice. , he failed every time because of his arrogance, but he was always able to learn from the previous experience and lessons and make a comeback. Instead of facing him, I would rather fight the Void Dragon again."

"How do I defeat Be'lak?" Aaron asked.

The emperor shook his head: "Not necessarily, arrogance is Beelak's weakness, but I have no way of knowing exactly what to do, and it's not important now. Listen, la, you are not the only one who is working hard to learn and make progress. , the same goes for Bilak.”

"But you have an advantage, La. As a native soul, you have integrated into the rules of this world, while Beelak is just a stowaway. His power cannot be replenished in this world. Until he can truly integrate into this world, Any battle before the world will cause an irreversible decline in the power he is proud of."

After saying that, the Emperor's figure began to fade. It was obvious that the Lord of Mankind was planning to leave.

"Wait a minute, Your Majesty, why do you know so clearly the history of Myth Drannor, and how on earth did you discover this place?"

"Because a stone fell here." The emperor's shadow showed a smile: "Guilliman has ruled my empire the way I wanted, and now that Jonson has also woken up, I feel, It's time to find and awaken the Imperial Fists."

"Rogal Dorn is sleeping in a corner of this world. Find and wake him up. In exchange, I will teach you how to become your own living saint."

"It doesn't sound like a fair deal, Your Majesty." Aaron also showed a smile: "Sometimes I wonder, is there any difference between the living saints of the Empire's national religion and the great demons under Khorne?"

"The correct answer is, there is almost no difference."

The Emperor left, leaving Aaron behind.

If what the Emperor said was true, then Aaron's plans would have to change.

There are many forces and institutions in the ruins of Myst Drannor. If some of the magical structures can be used well, it will definitely cause huge trouble to Be'lak and weaken his power.

Aaron spent more than a day adapting to the fog surrounding the city and the influence of the Corruption Mystery Lock on him. Along the chaotic road in the mist, Aaron gradually approached the urban area of ​​the city.

During a few days of adventure, he met a group of patrolling Batzu demons, a group of inexplicable weird creatures, an adventure team led by several red-robed mages, and the patrolling Shadow Sword Knights and Mis. The Knights of Drannor and a small group of Lathander's Dawnseekers.

Aaron did not come into contact with them. He always acted alone.

Until he saw a familiar figure in the military tent of a ruined military camp.

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