Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

The villagers were very puzzled that a stranger was hosting the funeral, but when they heard that it was the village chief's order, no one objected.

The old village chief has lived the longest, so he certainly has his reasons.

Dazhbog had no choice but to stand aside and recite a prayer while the villagers pushed the raft out. Leodro followed behind him, looking at the vehicle falling into the sea with a deep expression, and the waves. Reflected in his eyes.

Skylark looked at the crying crowd on the shore, and fluttered its tail feathers twice according to the previous agreement with Daribog.

Good luck and fantasy brought a gust of wind strong enough to fill the sail made of broad leaves. The raft swayed left and right with the waves and set off away from the coastline.

Before the sky had completely darkened, the raft carrying the deceased had turned into patches of dark blue and drifted deeper.

This result made some people who shed tears purse their lips and reveal an ugly smile.

Dazhbog's "comfort" played a big role. The villagers who attended the funeral felt calmer and more motivated after the tearful catharsis.

It wasn't until the villagers dispersed that Daribog returned to the old broken house and asked the mixed-blood elves who followed him to rest nearby.

The village chief hasn't come back yet, and there are only Daribog and Zoya in the house. Salty water droplets are constantly leaving from somewhere on the roof, making soft sounds like counting in the corner.

Daribog looked around for a moment, and finally sat back on the four-legged stool. Zoya flew down from his shoulders and landed on Daribog's subconsciously opened palms.

Skylark raised his head: "Is it necessary?"

"Huh? What are you asking?" Dazhbog was very interested in Zoya's doubts. Furthermore, he was very concerned about Zoya's way of thinking.

"You can directly steal everything he knows, including the way he keeps the information. And if you want to prove yourself, you only need to show your ability. The village chief will not stop you in any way."

Dazhberg thoughtfully said: "Is this your own doubts, or is it because you have seen different development results and feel that my previous choice was inappropriate and would bring other surprises?"

Zoya took some time to sort out her response to Dazhberg: "That's what I wanted to ask myself...because among the different results I saw, you only did one thing, and you did it with the same attitude. meet him."

Daribog frowned slightly, and because he was deep in thought, he directly left Zoya aside.

Until he subconsciously said a word of inspiration: "...then it seems that authority is related to the nature of high status?"

Yunque, who had been lying quietly on Dazhberg's palm, nodded and said, "Yes."

Daribog's focused eyes immediately fell back on Skylark: "Even if they are completely different authorities, they still have something connected to them, right?"

Zoya nodded again: "Besides, 'destiny' is rather special. But in essence, the source of extraordinary power is the same."

Before Dazhberg was about to fall into deep thought again, he suddenly thought of another little thing: "Can you see a destiny farther away than Ourolius?"

"certainly."

Dariborg hesitated and did not ask about his inner curiosity about the "future": "Okay, maybe I will ask you something in the future."

"This is just an inquiry, not a request for advice." Zoya mechanically refuted Dazhberg's words.

Dazhbog couldn't help but smile, stretched out his fingers and gently ran his fingers along the skylark's feathers: "You talk more now than before. Sometimes I wonder if it is the influence of Medici. Well, he and Ourolius They’ve always gotten along very well.”

Skylark's pale eyes narrowed: "No, I don't like Medici, he is very noisy."

Daribog agreed in his heart, but he would not agree with Zoya's words. Although there are no believers around now, he can break away from the image of "Lord" for a moment, but Daribog has no intention of discussing it with Zoya. His loyal followers.

But Zoya continued the topic just now: "Medici has the fate of 'war', and I don't like that feeling either."

"If I ask, can you give me a more specific answer? For example, what is the fate of 'war'?"

Skylark shook his head: "I can't describe it, nor can I convey the detailed meaning. I just saw it and knew it."

"I'm afraid Ourolius won't chat with you."

"Being close to the 'destiny', I, and Uroleus, mostly just watch, and then choose to obey or avoid the corresponding fate. We do not have the obligation to 'pass on', and many times, it is difficult to clearly explain what we have obtained. Enlightenment.”

Such a concept is too vague and lacks a precise entry point, making Dazhberg unable to analyze it.

Zoya gently nudged Dazhborg's fingers, and he combed out two feathers that were entangled together. Although this bird's body is just a container and will not have any fatal injuries, it still has the senses that a living thing should have. , including pain sensation.

This was new to Zoya, but she didn't like pain and understood that it was a sign of possible damage.

Dazhberg quickly retracted his hand: "Sorry, I was thinking about something."

"If you really want to say it, Chernobog taught me more things. Including the advice on flying, he also gave me." When Zoya said this, she also fluttered her wings and flew down again. Zhborg's shoulders.

"Sasril, He should be busy with many things now."

"Actually, I also have a question to ask you."

Of course Dazhberg didn't mind: "What question? I will try my best to answer you, as long as I know the answer."

Skylark turned his head towards the door and closed his eyes. Even through the building, the things outside would be clearly presented in Zoya's chaotic perception:

"Why did you come here to find the village chief in person? It seems enough to let Leodro and the others come."

A brief but significant silence.

Daribog couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth: "There is nothing inconvenient to answer about this matter...

"It's quite troublesome to deal with the follow-up affairs of the elves. Well, I believe Sasril can do a better job than me."

——

Saslier never shied away from an issue.

Two extra heads grew out from the left and right sides of the neck. On one side was a younger and more immature boy, and on the other side was a dignified old man with wrinkles on his face.

As the shadow curtain on Sasril's body tore, the three scattered bodies fell to the ground, and then quickly filled up with "flesh magic", becoming complete in an instant.

He is already very accustomed to dividing himself into three parts like this to help the main body deal with various things. However, every time he does this, Saslier feels a little helpless, feeling that he is already a "tool" that is quite familiar with ability changes.

Sasril had no complaints about this. This was the purpose of His appearance.

Initially, He was separated as a half body in order to deal with the trivial matters that Dazhbog did not want to face - including controlling the vast and strange ocean with chaotic colors and fighting against its influence.

The rest of the official business is just incidental, Saslier often persuaded himself so.

If someone asked Saslier whether he believed such an idea in his heart... He could only sigh, thankful that no one had asked him so directly.

As for the difficult situation he faced, the giants' conquest of the elves was not over yet. Even according to the notarized agreement with Dazhbog, Badheir agreed to let go of the elves who surrendered.

Dariborg originally did not want to target the elves, he just came to the sea to take off the crown of the proud king.

However, the proud will not admit defeat.

From the Elf King to the Elf Queen who rashly attacked Sasriel regardless of the personality gap between them, as well as the elves whose statures are not much different from humans and whose extraordinary powers are quite ordinary.

Such a proud spirit is engraved in the bones of every elf.

After the sun fell, the elves felt the result invisibly. The guardianship of King and Ocean on their shoulders was wiped out in the light.

These elves who had forgotten themselves due to the drastic changes and subconsciously looked back even during the battle did not even have to lag for long. They quickly crossed the ravine of grief, fear and despair, and burst out with the strongest anger in an instant.

The proud elves fell directly into the madness of eager to fight to the death. This was not a situation that Badheir and Medici wanted to see. Although these elves were easier to defeat one by one, they were also easier to bring about the hunter and war in the royal court. Legion damage.

Especially Medici, who most decisively cleared the elves in a local area with the royal court hunters, and then quickly issued a notice to the other party: "Retreat immediately."

The giants also lost their giant king. Even though Badheir was unwilling, their emotions were similar to those of their enemies. The hunters of the royal court were also full of resentment and could not wait to welcome the killing intent of the elves and retaliate with the same Violence squandered by instinct.

Badheir knew that unlike those humans who completely obeyed Medici and believed in the "Sun God", the hunters of the royal court would agree to join him in the war, mostly for the sake of this moment, to fight against the elves as much as possible. revenge.

Now that the Elf King is dead, the elves who have lost their blessing are standing on opposite ends of the same driftwood with them, and no one will think of escaping or leaving.

Medici didn't care what actions the royal court hunters took. He saw early on that Badheir was in an embarrassing situation where he was not convinced. At this time, Medici took the initiative to tell the other party that his side's "strategic retreat" was just for the sake of For the sake of our allies, we don’t want the Lord’s reputation to be tarnished.

If given the choice, Medici would not hesitate to leave Badheir and the Royal Court Stalkers behind, allowing these giants to retreat for their war legions and buy more time.

Others will not have any objections. Every time they go to war, the War Legion is led by Medici and has a pure will.

The silver-haired Ouroleus followed the "Star Glory" at the end of the team. He watched a shadow fluttering in the sky, which was quickly erased by invisible power.

Ouroleus closed his silver eyes and followed the others through the spiritual world passage to a safer place. (End of chapter)