Lord of the Mysteries fanfic: wake up, hermit

In Thoth's memory, the first time he came to Silver City was in the two or three years at the beginning of the Third Age, when it was still called the Land of Silver.

At that time, the war had just ended, everything seemed prosperous, and the "War Red" Legion was not only full of hope for the future, but also full of longing for love.

Yes, love - it is rare to talk about love during the war, because the battle with the devil is extremely dangerous, most people do not want their newlywed wives to become widows, nor do they want their newborn children to become orphans, and

Concern often makes soldiers lose the courage to die generously, so even if young people have feelings for each other, few dare to break the window paper - but the longer they suppress it, the stronger the rebound becomes, so that Thoth always

I felt like pink bubbles were popping up everywhere in the camp, including trysts, people having sex, people making noises, people proposing in public... I could see Him, a bachelor, feeling a touch of sadness while blessing me.

Jason, the Medici's adjutant, was one of the people who proposed to him in public. It was on a night when Thoth was concentrating on eating grilled lamb chops that he and a woman with a quarter of elven blood who often quarreled had an unprecedented relationship.

He danced a dance, and when his foot was stepped on for the third time, he fiercely kissed the woman on the cheek, and expressed his love and marriage proposal in a loud voice.

The wedding date was quickly decided, and the venue was the central square of the Land of Silver.

Gifts piled up like a mountain, congratulations came one after another, the fragrance of flowers and wine filled the air, and even God was very kind to him. The wind was gentle and the sun was shining brightly - but it was too bright near noon.

The ground was almost smoky. Medici waved, and a few wisps of clouds floated over, blocking the sun just right.

Even though centuries had passed and the Kingdom of Silver had become the City of Silver, he could still recognize that the square was still the same as before. Those long-lasting memories inevitably came to life, leaving him dazed for a while.

"I remember that Medici's adjutant held his wedding here." Amon said what he was thinking.

"Do you remember?" Thoth was a little surprised.

"That was my first time attending a human wedding."

"Back then you wanted to steal the bride's flower crown."

"Hey, didn't I steal it in the end?"

The patrol carrying torches passed by the square, turning a blind eye to the two strangers. As long as they didn't want to, ordinary and extraordinary people would not notice them.

Looking at the firelight blending into the night, Thoth put away the memories of the past and said, "Let's go to the place where they store the sealed artifacts."

The place where the sealed artifacts are stored in Silver City is like a small bunker. Dozens of waist-high stone tablets stand outside, maintaining a certain distance, surrounding the fortress. Through the characters on it, Thoth recognized that this was a suppressive sealed artifact.

It is an active safety device, but its effect has been reduced over time. At the entrance stands a stone door with mottled patterns and a heavy lock across the middle, but it cannot stop two strange visitors, Thoth.

Using my fingertips as the pen and my spirituality as the ink, I drew a "rabbit hole" on the wall and walked through it to the interior.

Amon followed closely behind, "They have quite a lot of reserves in mysticism."

"Indeed." Thoth scanned briefly and found that the extraordinary characteristics corresponding to these sealed objects accounted for almost all twenty-two paths.

Amon looked at Yijiao as if feeling something, and the next moment, a cane was held in his hand.

"Strange, I was wearing the pair of glasses you gave me just now, but I didn't notice it." Amon weighed the cane twice, "I thought there were no high-level 'cultivator' sealed objects in Silver City.

.”

Thoth touched the staff, and a ray of illusory information was extracted by him.

"'Cultivator' Path Sequence 4, Ancient Alchemist."

He slowly read out the information obtained from the analysis: "It can drive extraordinary creatures with low intelligence to complete life refinement and create stone and earth golems. The beating of the staff body can increase the probability of creatures losing control and becoming crazy, and cause them to mutate.

, such as growing watermelons, wheat and other crops... but it is not edible. The touch of the stick head can heal injuries and disabilities... The negative effect is that if you hold it for a long time, the body will mutate, and the organs will increase or decrease - decrease.

Parts will be replaced by plants.”

"All in all, this item has a strong meaning of 'fertility' and 'growth'." Thoth concluded. "As for why you didn't notice it when you looked at it from a distance, it's probably because of environmental issues."

Amon immediately understood, "Because the land abandoned by the gods is filled with the aura of 'desolation' and 'decay', which is exactly what it restrains?"

"Yes, they cancel each other out." In fact, Thoth originally wanted to use the word "neutralize", but considering that he still had to explain the acid-base neutralization reaction and the meaning of ph value, he temporarily changed his words.

"But this also shows that it is not the black-faced grass that makes it grow."

Amon put the cane back to its original position, and they searched carefully again, focusing on the sealed objects of the "Moon" and "Mother" paths. As a result, either the corresponding characteristic sequence was too low, or it was different from "

Concepts such as "fertility" and "growth" have nothing to do with it. Although he was unable to do anything for a while, Amon intuitively explored the right direction.

"In that case..."

They unanimously moved their gazes to their feet. A secret-peeping butterfly with four wings and eye patterns separated from Thoth's fingertips. A worm of time turned into another Amon, and the main body smiled at it.

He said, "It's time for you to show off."

Oh, why didn't you show it off? The clone muttered and glanced at Thoth sadly, perfectly interpreting what it means to be "weak, pitiful, and helpless".

Thoth smiled and said, "Let me go. He doesn't need to show off yet."

Without waiting for Amon's reply, the Secret-Peeping Butterfly stretched out into a long line, seeping into the soil particles like water, all the way down to an unknown place. After a moment, Thoth's expression became solemn.

"What happened?" Amon noticed that his expression was not right.

"I can't feel it anymore. After falling to a certain height, the connection was suddenly cut off without any warning." Thoth pondered, "Could it be that..."

"Boom——!"

The sonorous and powerful bells rang through the night sky, and someone shouted at the top of his lungs: "Be alert! They are coming - ahhhhhh!"

"Ho...hiss..."

A scream with a cold meaning sounded, as creepy as a viper slithering in the dark night. The movement outside the door suddenly stopped in an instant, as if winter had suddenly arrived and everything was frozen - Thoth knew

What does this silence mean? It means fear and despair, because in front of an enemy with overwhelming strength, raising weapons to resist and turning around and running away have become futile choices. They can only stay where they are, waiting for themselves in fear.

's death.

"Pull out your formation and stop them!"

A hoarse voice sounded, as inspiring as a trumpet, followed by the howling of the cold wind and the sonorous sound of metal collision. Thoth turned into a torrent of information and rushed up to the sky. I saw the people of Silver City fighting against the darkness.

The evil spirit army fought desperately, and the most eye-catching among the living people was a burly and energetic old man. His weapon was not a sword, a gun or an ax, but a huge chain hammer with countless thorns on it.

The spikes - veins popped out on his arms, and the giant hammer, with its dazzling light like the morning sun, hit the leader of the Ghost Rider like a meteorite!

Many abilities of "Dawn Knight" can make evil spirits fearful, but the Evil Ghost Rider wearing black armor was not in a hurry, controlling the wolf-shaped monster with two heads on his crotch to quickly avoid it.

Then a scream that could pierce human eardrums came from the evil spirit's visor. Many soldiers in Silver City showed pain on their faces and their bodies froze, but the evil spirit would not be affected and seized every opportunity.

Come and bite!

At this moment, the flowering season arrived.

One, two, hundreds of pink peach blossoms bloom in the shadow of the sword, between the cold fangs of evil spirits and the fragile necks of ordinary people, beautiful and unexpected, like another earthly gift.

The evil spirits that have been coveting the delicious soul for a long time pounced on the air and neighed in anger and confusion - they didn't understand, how could they resist the invasion of death when they were just some delicate plants that could be broken into pieces when rubbed?

For the soldiers of Silver City, they came to an incredible world, with a fresh fragrance that they had never smelled before, beautiful plants that they had never seen before, and a gurgling stream at their feet that was so clear that you could see people's faces.

——They are at this end of the stream, and the evil spirit is at the other end of the stream. The distance is not long by visual inspection, but the evil spirit seems to be blocked by an invisible barrier and cannot get through.

Just like rejecting the greedy fisherman, Peach Blossom Spring rejected the evil spirit with murderous intent.

"A miracle." Someone murmured in sleep, "This must be a miracle..."

Hope and joy are rising in the hearts of many people. What does this mean? They have not been abandoned! They still have hope of living!

Amon straightened his monocle, and a burst of clear and pure light burst out from the lens. The living people were stimulated to tears at most, but the evil spirits let out bursts of wailing, and turbid smoke rose from their bodies.

The physical body also became thin and fragile, and eventually disappeared into ashes, leaving only some spiritual materials in the place where it had been.

Seeing that the momentum was wrong, the leader of the Ghost Riders quickly escaped into the door of space - but strangely, it did not get farther and farther away from the strong light that he felt resistance from the bottom of his heart, but instead got closer and closer.

"Huh? Why did you stop? Keep running."

Playing with a few stolen distances, the god of fraud and mischief looked at it with pleasure.