Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

Finally, the village chief walked in from outside the house holding a pile of rough fish skin rolls.

When he looked annoyed because the room was too humid and there was no place to put down the things in his hands, Dazhberg raised his hand and tapped on the surface of the broken table in the room.

Water stains quickly dripped along the corners of the table, and the entire table quickly became tidy and clean. The old man cast a grateful look, then put down the things in his arms and handed one of the rolls to Dazhberg.

News of the New World, and possible safe passage to another continent, the charts contained rough outlines of the land, imprecise in detail but difficult to put a material value on.

Taking the fish skin roll from the old man's hand, at just the first glance, Daribog could tell that it was a labor of love that was the result of many years and manpower.

It can be seen that the painter was very careful. There are several islands with few names scattered between the two continents.

Next to the patterns of different shapes, there are additional notes, and even handwriting left by different people. The safe island remains blank, while the dangerous part is covered with a shadow, telling the viewer to stay away from this place.

Seeing Daribog solemnly and carefully looking at this long-standing work, the old man immediately showed a proud expression, and even stood beside him and took the initiative to explain to Daribog the meaning of various marks on the map, including His half-truths and half-false histories of pioneering, and the people who returned to the embrace of the sea.

This map contains far more than just what's on the sea, it even includes sea monsters, elven settlements, and seafloor rifts marked with question marks or shadows beneath the sea.

Daribog knew that what he was holding in his hands was not a detailed chart with traces of alteration and small prints everywhere, but a piece of information hidden under the sight of the elves, pieced together by people who longed for freedom. The history of navigation.

One after another, they turned their lives into marks, falling in every gap between the words "danger" and "safety". Their souls returned to the embrace of the ocean, and their blood stains were left on the safe road to tell future generations.

This was the unexpected gain of Amanysis. When he was tracing the whereabouts of the descendants of the demon wolf and committed not to let go of any of his "common people", he noticed that some "brothers and sisters" had sneaked across the sea.

For the angel level, it is not very difficult to bypass the territory of the elves and go to another continent. Even if you pass through the spiritual world, you can escape as long as you find the correct coordinates or are lucky enough." "Secret" exploration.

If he hadn't known that his "brothers and sisters" had not yet been promoted, Amanisis would not have let them leave this continent and go to a more distant corner of the world.

Only in order to stay near the giants and plan another action, Amanisis's action to hunt down the demon wolves was delayed.

It's hard to say whether there is another delicate balance at work. After all, the enemy's good luck also represents one's own misfortune in some respects.

Hermes knew the half-blood elf village chief of this small village. In fact, the two had very close contacts. If Amanisis hadn't told Dazhbog about this, perhaps he would have come here after some time. It would be Hermes himself who asked for the chart.

Daribog sighed deeply in his heart. I am afraid that even Hermes does not know that this old man with elven blood has gathered unimaginable devotees and done so much complicated work in a hundred years.

Although these charts are not accurate, and you have to spend a lot of time and adventure to confirm the feasibility of the route, they are very valuable - holding the light fish skin roll in his hand, Daribog felt like he was putting away , are the souls of generations of strugglers.

Daribog raised his head from the chart and carefully re-rolled the fish skin. He looked at the village chief: "This is a very valuable thing. I have already remembered it, so there is no need to ask you again." Take it here. Thank you for sharing.”

Of course the old man would not refuse, but when he took the chart, there was a slight surprise on his face: "I thought I was going to lose it... Memory is not necessarily reliable. If you need it, you can come back next time. I have already Remember you."

He was obviously a little incoherent because of his happiness, and several of his sentences contradicted each other.

Dazhberg smiled and nodded: "Okay, if I forget something, I will come back again."

In fact, it was impossible for him to forget that Dariborg was looking for this chart just to check some of his guesses.

This chart is of little significance to him, but it is a priceless treasure to the followers of Dazhbog, ordinary people who are not angels, or other adventurers who want to go overseas.

Even though he knew that the other party had a special identity, the old man's speaking attitude did not change much. Instead, he excitedly pulled Daribog and talked for a long time, telling how many friends he knew had worked hard for this chart over the years. , and he was deeply proud of it.

Even if the old man never sees them again, their news can always be sent back, allowing the old man to spell out the vast world far away from the coast word for word.

At first glance, these words sounded like showing off or asking for credit, but Dazhbog knew that was not the case. Even if the person standing in front of the old man was a silent Skylark, the situation would not change in any way.

"Those useless boys in the village don't understand the meaning of these things at all," the village chief sighed sadly, ""

Dazhbog once again thanked the old man and promised him that if one day, someone would take them to the other side.

The hot-tempered village chief also repeatedly emphasized that if he had returned to the sea by that day, he would just grab two unlucky guys from the village.

"If they refuse, I will crawl back from the bottom of the sea and catch them to do it!"

Putting aside these words, which were like those of a devil seeking his life, the old man pounded the edge of the table twice, staring at the messy dark lines with an extremely longing gaze, imagining those things that he had never had the opportunity to see with his own eyes. islands.

When Dazhbog took several people to say goodbye, the old man still stayed in the room, slowly sorting out the charts and carefully rerolling them.

Skylark blinked his eyes twice and said in a low voice: "He may not be able to wait until that day."

"Maybe he will. There will only be more and more people who want to go to sea, not just us." Daribog's eyes looked at the place where the sea and the sky meet. The night became darker and darker, revealing the flickering distance in the darkness. Star, "After losing the Elven Queen, this sea will become a terra nullius again. It will be free."

But in Dazhberg's eyes, those stars emitted extremely dangerous signals. He seemed to see another more distant and more illusory world, and in that world, there was an invisible but solid barrier.

The world outside the barrier is freer, but it is occupied by indescribable creatures. Just by peeking into the distant reality, Dariborg can feel that there are countless eyes staying outside the barrier, staring at the inside of the barrier. continents and oceans.

The crimson moon was also occupied by another kind of will, and Dariborg could even feel their greedy desires. The cosmic environment that should have been empty and lonely was filled with some vague shapes, but with a "living" atmosphere. filled by.

The outside is definitely not the normal concept of the solar system. Something has caused this planet to become what it is now. The state of the "earth" in the past has disappeared in the great changes of heaven and earth along with human civilization.

Dazhberg had noticed this earlier, and even went to the easternmost point with Saslier to verify the theory of a round earth - however, there was a thick gray fog there, blocking all exploration, even if Even by connecting to the chaotic ocean deep underground and using the power within it, Daribog could not penetrate the gray fog and reach the other side.

Dariborg looked at the starry sky as vast as the sea, tapped the tip of the skylark's paw, and asked:

"Zoya, I have always had an uncomfortable premonition. The place we are now is a sphere suspended in the universe, so what are the various existences surrounding here on the other side of the starry sky? ?”

What surprised Dazhibog was that there was anger in Yunque's eyes, which had never happened to Zoya before.

However, Zoya did not answer immediately. When the strange emotion subsided, his humming voice sounded in Dazhbog's mind. It seemed that Zoya did not want anyone to hear these answers:

"Some are to plunder, and some are to take back. They are eager for the 'legacy' on this planet."

"Legacy?" Dazhberg repeated the word in a low voice.

Skylark nodded: "Bones, creations and torn remains. In a distant era, a myth was circulated in a certain country. In the egg-like chaotic world, a creation god awakened in it, so that the pure and the dark were mutually exclusive. When they separated, the heaven and earth opened up, and all things came into being. As the God of Creation expanded and grew, the world grew day by day, but was unable to accommodate the power of the God of Creation until the God of Creation collapsed due to exhaustion.

"After the death of the Creator God, His body parts, organs and tissues were transformed into all things in the world, including the sun, moon, wind and thunder, mountains, rivers, lakes and seas. He is the source of everything."

To be honest, the words involved in this passage, even if they were directly introduced into Dazhberg's mind, were somewhat difficult for him to understand quickly, but he quickly thought of a more specific direction:

"I seem to have heard of the mythological system in the East, it's called 'Pangu'?"

Skylark turned his head, his light-colored eyes were very clear, but the expression inside made Dazhbog unable to understand: "Yes, even in the era you have experienced and have never experienced, all of this is only regarded as ' story', and destiny finds its place in it."

What is Zoya hinting at?

Dazhberg frowned slightly, but he never came up with a reasonable guess. He didn't speak for a long time.