Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

"The tsunami, and the glowing circles..."

"Yes, the 'Sun God' defeated the 'Elf King'."

In this era where kingship comes from divine authority and divine authority is kingly authority, if a god, a king who symbolizes and represents a race, fails and dies in a battle, it heralds the decline of a race.

The five major races have divided their territories among each other for a long time. At least before the village chief can remember, the overlords of the continent, ocean and sky have never been completely peaceful.

The powerful races fought against each other endlessly, but no one could overpower the other, forming a stalemate. Instead, the hard-won peace of the past was maintained for a long time.

But on the other hand, this has nothing to do with human villages. As long as the people they serve don't eat them all, humans with short lifespans and naturally weak lives can only live in the cracks of various races.

But the man in front of him said that the Elf King had fallen.

The news from the giant dragon clan may not be false. Is that the beginning of this drastic change?

The old man scratched his bearded chin twice and looked at the person in front of him suspiciously, but still couldn't see what was special about him.

But calling himself the "Sun God" is really not something that ordinary people can do, and no one dares to boast that he has killed the Elf King.

Thunder will chop such a person into pieces!

Daribog took the initiative to speak, which could be regarded as giving the old village chief a step forward so that the atmosphere between the two would not continue to be awkward:

"I came here today not to prove who I am. I reported the code word because I wanted to know more about the 'Far Sea', especially what you have learned from the elves over the years."

The village chief sat down unceremoniously on the overturned sink next to him, and pointed to the room: "Since you have said it bluntly, you can sit down wherever you want. Anyway, the owner of this room is about to sink into the sea."

Dazhbog took the village chief's "friendly suggestion" and didn't care at all that the room was soaked in sea water and was damp. Instead, he casually picked up a relatively complete four-corner stool, turned it over and sat on it, and waited patiently for the other side. The old man made up his mind.

The village chief spent some time thinking. Judging from his expression, the old man did not intend to reveal everything at first. It was just the news brought by Dazhbog that confirmed the source of the previous disaster.

The old man sighed heavily: "I still can't believe that you are...who told you this new secret order?"

"Respected secrecy."

This was the second secret code that Amanysis told Dazhberg. She seemed to know the village chief's character very well and knew that he would not easily believe Dazhborg's words.

Hearing this word, the old man's eyes immediately widened: "Goddess bless you! Are you really another god?"

Skylark suddenly turned his head, opened his pale eyes and looked across.

The village chief was startled. He originally thought that the bird was a fake and a special decoration hanging on his shoulder.

Dazhberg was silent for two seconds: "If you mind, you can treat me as an ordinary connector."

He originally only revealed his true identity to express his sincerity. Now it seems that he still underestimated the impact of the name "god" on ordinary humans.

Being too focused on other things, Darborg could easily forget this. He was no longer an ordinary person.

Just when communicating with Zoya in the original language, the feeling of going back to the past will become more and more obvious. Maybe this is related to Zoya's ability...

Dazhberg quickly retracted his divergent thoughts and continued to look at the old man who was sulking.

In the end, the village chief just exhaled heavily from his nostrils: "I can give you..."

But the village chief hesitated for a long time and failed to say the "but" he wanted. He originally wanted to take this as an opportunity to ask for something for the village, but there was a "big shot" sitting casually across from him, and the old man was worried that this would appear disrespectful. .

Dazhberg saw the old man's hesitation: "If you have any needs, you can ask me. As long as it is within a reasonable range, I can fulfill it for you."

"Actually, I don't know what I can ask for from you." After learning the noble identity of the other party, the originally irritable village chief became nervous again, "No matter what I ask of you, it will appear greedy..."

Dazhberg smiled: "It doesn't matter, you can tell me your greediest wish."

The village chief's lips moved for a moment and he whispered: "I don't know, if what I want most is peace and distinguished guests."

"So is this your wish?" Dazhbog asked calmly.

This time, the village chief pursed his lips tightly and remained silent for a longer time. Then he seemed to suddenly wake up from his memories: "Oh my God, what a luxurious day. My wish..."

As he started to speak, the old man seemed to gain courage from his "wish", and his voice became more and more firm:

"Yes, you heard me, that's my wish! If you want, I can repeat it countless times until I bite my tongue."

The village chief leaned down and picked up the long pointed cane at his feet - perhaps before the old man bent down due to age, it was the weapon that had been with him for many years, a spear that only had half of it left.

The old man stroked his crutch: "I have lived for a long time, but this small village has never changed. It has always lived under the mercy of the sea. To be honest with you, I still have the mark of being a slave on my body, most of which were entrusted A hybrid with a heavy responsibility will go through this extra 'process'.

"I still remember that the person who branded me was another mixed-race. Elves don't like humans, but humans don't dare to leave the shelter of elves. There are more terrible threats outside. The descendants of the magic wolf are wandering, and the demons Cruel and terrifying, these monsters that cannot communicate have abilities that we cannot understand.

"Now that even the mercy of the sea has disappeared, who can we rely on?"

"You can rely on yourselves." Dazhbog said softly.

"You may not understand our living situation, distinguished guest. There are too many creatures out there that can threaten humans. Humans have no advantage. Even a mixed-race like me has only incomplete strength." The old man paused at this point. After a few seconds, "I know that 'Mysterious Hermes' has been studying these, but their research is also risky..."

Dariborg looked back at the old man calmly: "If there was really a stable and complete way for humans to acquire the abilities of those creatures, wouldn't it be a good solution?"

"is it possible?"

"Hermes and the others succeeded, and many of my followers also verified this possibility."

The old man held the crutch tightly, as if he could use it to prop up his back: "I am old and no longer expect to see the future of mankind. I watch the children grow up and watch them tired. He fell down and died of illness, repeating a life that is shorter than mine. There is nothing in the village. I am afraid that for people like you, there is no need to protect it.

"Perhaps as soon as I die, this small village will disappear quietly, leaving nothing behind."

Dariborg was speechless, because he knew that what the old man said was true. If no one was there to look after them, these villages that originally belonged to the elves would probably be looted or even slaughtered by any outsiders.

The old man grinned, revealing a missing front tooth: "You see, my wish is just hopeless, right? If a small village is not disturbed by outsiders, it can survive quietly... Just such peace .”

It is a very small wish that has nothing to do with the wider and more macro battlefield.

Dariborg nodded slightly: "It will be realized."

Just as the old man shook his head with a wry smile and wanted to say something, someone suddenly knocked on the door. They came to see the village chief. Today's victims have almost recovered, and it will be dusk soon, so the villagers came to pray. The old man went to conduct the funeral.

Similar to the custom of the elves, these seaside villages also adopt "sea burial". After saying goodbye to the deceased, the living will collect their relics and leave those things they wish to give to the deceased on them.

Afterwards, these dead people would be put on simple sailed rafts. When dusk came, the rafts would be pushed down into the sea water, and as the sky darkened and the waves receded, they would go to more distant places.

The wind will perform its duty, carrying the remains of the dead far away and soothing the pain of the living, while the sea will leave the soul and body behind, just like a mother hugging her child, bringing the bodyless deceased into the blue.

The elves will sing songs along the way, calling for waves to send the deceased off, but these villagers are not allowed to pray to the sea with songs - that is only the right of the elves.

The village chief seemed to hesitate for a moment in front of Dazhbog before looking at him: "Are you willing to host the funeral for them? I have to get what you need."

Dazhberg looked a little surprised: "I will do it?"

"Oh yes, you can just say a few words to comfort others. Anyway, this is just a process." The old man smiled sheepishly, "I am selfish, and I really hope you can help. If They’d be happier if they could push those rafts farther.”

Although the village chief was still in awe of Dazhbog's "identity", he still maintained a straightforward communication style and expressed his thoughts directly.

Dazhbog knows the reason. These villages with the custom of sea burial often believe that if the raft can be embraced deeper by the sea, then the deceased will receive more care from the sea, and even transform into other forms to come back to protect the living. people.

He had no reason to refuse and nodded: "Okay, I promise you to host the funeral, but I don't know what to say, and I don't understand them either."

The old man paused his crutch and said, "Then just recite whatever you want, including prayers. Let them listen quietly and let them cry for a while...

"Anyway, there's not much we can do for those who return to the ocean." (End of Chapter)