Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

“Your greatness, O our Lord, manifests itself throughout the earth! The voice of your praise reaches to the heavens;

“Babies and young children sing together. You build strong fortresses against your enemies; you prevent your enemies from attacking you.

“I look up at the sky that you created with your own hands, and at the sun and stars that you laid out.

“Ah, what is man that you care for him! What is mortal man that you care for him!

"Yet you made him lower than the angels, and you crowned him with glory..."*

In the deep, peaceful and magnetic chanting, subtle sobs could be heard.

Because those who recited the prayers did not stop them, like a plague, tears spread to more people's faces, and the cries became louder and louder, gradually becoming heartbreaking.

Daribog put his hand on his heart. He did not look at the crying villagers, but silently "comforted" them while they were crying, so that the pain of these people could be completely washed away by their tears.

So, let's go back two steps in time, long before Dazhbog arrived here.

This village is located on the seaside, an insignificant corner. There are both paddy fields and land fields near the village, and there is a waterway leading to the nearby elven outpost.

Most of the people living here are ordinary people, one of the groups that are attached to the elves and are responsible for helping them cultivate crops. To be more precise, they are "agricultural servants" of the elves.

Sometimes, such a village may directly belong to a certain high elf, in which case the living environment of the residents will be better.

More often than not, these villages are merely functional, mostly for growing food or making handmade items, and the protection provided by the elves is also very limited. They often leave these dependent humans to fend for themselves, but the supplies that must be turned over must not be few.

In order to survive and not become the food of monsters, countless human villages spread all over the territory of the elves.

In fact, there are many in the territory of the giants. As for other non-human races, their attitude towards humans will only become worse, so there are very few choices for humans who are trying to survive.

For these villages adjacent to the coast, today is a terrible disaster day.

The sea is going crazy, and before anyone can react, all boats or villagers approaching the sea are, without exception, swallowed up by the raging waves to fill the ever-filling belly of the deep sea.

Then, the earth also trembled due to such madness, and the lightning and thunder in the sky continued for a moment, as if it was about to collapse, and lightning would fall like raindrops, killing all "others who are not protected by the ocean" - this is a village The noble elves who occasionally visit here are the nickname for humans. When scolding those who have done wrong, the most common sentence they use is:

"Let the lightning strike you to death!"

But now, the two elves also looked gloomy. Their frightened expressions were no different from those of the rest of the humans, and they looked in the direction of the sea with the same worry and fear.

When the sea suddenly rose and the tsunami submerged the entire village in the blink of an eye, the villagers struggled with the force of the water. In despair, they actually felt a wonderful sense of relief.

It would not be bad if the nightmare ended like this. Many people had this thought inexplicably.

The next moment, it was as if nothing had happened. The water was gone and they were still standing on the shore. The washed-up village had been restored to its original position. The dry clothes on their bodies made the previous scene of near-death an illusion. It gave them a strong sense of unreality.

Then, golden light rose in the sky, driving away the angry dark clouds, and a warm and bright sphere appeared in everyone's field of vision.

This is the most terrible disaster day, and also the strangest day.

They saw the end, and they also saw the rising sun.

And when that gentle light gradually faded away, the villagers had to return to the current mess, facing many people who had previously been buried in the angry waves.

The two elves who had previously guarded the village had already left along the waterway leading to the nearby sentry post. They could not regard everything as an illusion. The ball of thunder that shattered in the sun made all the elves who witnessed the strange landscape in the distance wonder. There was an ominous premonition in the dark.

So they took the time to leave, hoping to return to the Elf camp as soon as possible to ask others what happened.

It can be said that most of the elves who stay outside think so.

As for these villages, just let them continue to fend for themselves. In the current situation, the elves don't care much about these things.

However, what confused the villagers was that the calm sea water lapped at the beach, slowly bringing the sunken boats and the fishermen who had lost their breath back to the surface of the water.

Although they did not understand why this happened, they still immediately began to salvage these people who had been taken away by the sea, and even found several survivors to their surprise.

When the man in black robes walked into the village, many people thought he was a priest from somewhere. At least the stranger's dress was very similar to what they imagined as the leading priests who have the protection of gods and serve as the spokespersons of gods. resemblance.

This man is followed by several mixed-blood elves. People who live in the elves' territory all year round can recognize them at a glance - they will have some characteristics on their bodies, which may be difficult for others to distinguish, but for villages that rely on the breath of the elves to survive , these characteristics are so obvious that they can even be said to be another special identity.

A bird stood on the shoulder of the man in black robe. It didn't make any noise or scream. It just squatted there extremely quietly, watching everything around it, including those who were looking at the group of people with vigilant eyes.

This is a very delicate time. The villagers have just experienced the most turbulent day in their lives. Many people have lost relatives or friends and are at the most vigilant moment.

When seeing a person with a mixed elf, even if the leading male looks like a human, no one will simply identify with the other person.

The villagers just indifferently bypassed these outsiders who entered the village and continued to settle the numerous dead.

However, when these people began to help silently, the villagers' perception of them changed slightly.

What's funny is that although the villagers don't trust foreign elves of mixed blood, the oldest and wisest village chief in the village is still an elven half-blood.

The person who finally greeted the group was the old man who was trusted by the villagers.

Judging from the appearance, he has pale sideburns, ears that are slightly upturned and pointed, and his wrinkled facial features are softer, but the deep outline of the eye sockets and wide chin are different from the general appearance of elves.

The old man has white hair. He has been the village chief for more than two hundred years. In the eyes of humans of this era, he has a miraculous longevity. Of course, this is also inseparable from his elven blood. .

The old man was using a cane, but judging from the way he was walking briskly, his steps should be steady enough even without the long wooden stick.

Dazhbog asked Leodro to take a few other people to continue helping the villagers clean up the shipwrecks on the coast, and then took the initiative to walk towards the old man.

Before Dazhbog could speak, the village chief had already shouted with a loud voice, his eyes narrowed because of anger:

"Where did you come from? There is nothing here. There is nothing you can steal. This is the territory of the elves! If you want to do bad things, the elves will know -"

His back was a little stooped. Standing in front of Daribog, his whole body only reached his waist, but the village chief's shouts were loud. It seemed that his old age was limited to his appearance and his violent soul. Still active in his body.

"Hello, are you the village chief here?"

"I'm not, what the hell are you!?" The old man seemed to be even more angry because of these words, and spittle flew out from under his beard, "I am very old, the oldest person in the village! Of course the village chief will only be I!"

Naturally, Dazhberg would not be angry because of this. He leaned forward politely and lowered his voice: "Have you ever heard of a goose that lays golden eggs?"

The old man's eyes, which had been squinted, gradually opened, revealing an unbelievable shock. Then he hit the ground twice with his crutch, pointing to the wooden house not far away that had collapsed half of the yard: "Come with me. "

But before the two entered the house, the old man once again glanced at the few mixed elves who followed Dazhbog: "Are those your slaves?"

"No, they are no one's slaves."

The old man took a deep look at Dazhberg, as if he was trying to figure out the credibility of this sentence. He couldn't see the "person" in front of him, but he just thought it was strange that there was a bird sitting on the other person's shoulder.

Maybe they are visitors with strange abilities like the elves, the old man thought, and strode towards the cabin.

When Dazhbog introduced himself to him, the village chief, who had been staying in the small fishing village for many years, felt that there were bright stars flying in front of his eyes.

The old man pinched the bridge of his nose hard, opened his eyes again, and looked at the young man opposite: "Are you lying to me? You already know about the golden egg, so you can't possibly spend so much effort. , to trick me into a small role that no one cares about.”

"It's not that no one cares. Mr. Hermes has always known what you are doing and told me about your efforts to open up remote shipping routes for so many years. This is the purpose of my coming."

The old man was silent for several seconds before speaking: "You, that's you, repeat your self-introduction just now. Who did you say you were?"

Dazhberg raised the corners of his lips slightly: "You can call me 'Sun God'."

The old man took a deep breath for a moment and threw the crutches out: "How could someone say that he is a 'god' at this time? This is too ridiculous! Gods are high, distant and terrifying existences, how could they appear here? ,even--"

The old man's face turned red with anger, but his words gradually became choked in his throat: "How can the gods be grateful..."

"The Elf King has fallen." Dariborg said, "It won't take long for this news to spread."

*Psalm 8:1-8:5