Super Dimensional Wizard

This was a distant and time-worn voice. Following the ancient tone, everyone seemed to feel the ancient atmosphere in a trance.

When he came to his senses, he discovered that there was a figure suddenly appearing on the other side of the dead tree.

This is a 'person' wearing a gray robe. He is taller than ordinary humans. Based on Angel's height, it may only reach his ribs.

The visitor was leaning on a bone crutch and wearing a primitive totem-style mask. His whole person was filled with a simple but ancient sense of weirdness.

When Angel saw him, the "calling" feeling deep in his heart suddenly disappeared.

This made Angel's mind move.

"Are you talking? Who are you?" Angel looked at the totem mask.

"I am an ancient remnant who is about to die, but was brought back from silence by Your Excellency the Savior. You can call me Waddell." After the totem mask finished speaking, he bowed deeply to Angel. .

Waddell's voice seemed to be filled with warm power, and his actions seemed to release kindness, giving Angel a sense of intimacy from the bottom of his heart.

"I have always felt that someone is calling me... Is it you? The savior in your mouth refers to me?" Angel said calmly. He did not relax because of the intimacy, but became more vigilant. .

"Yes, I was the one who guided Your Excellency the Savior here." Wardell lowered his head: "I cannot leave the place of darkness. I can only call you to come through the pan-consciousness of the continent."

"Why do you call me your savior?"

"Your Excellency gave the power of the true spirit to Yuantan Continent, allowing it to be reborn from collapse. This not only saved this continent, but also saved me."

Angel frowned. This man named Wardle knew that he had released the power of the true spirit into this continent. This was not unusual. However, he said that he saved him, which made Angel confused.

"I know what you are doing. The passage out of Yuantan Continent is in the Dark Land. You can follow me." After saying that, Wardell suddenly cut through a dark space crack, and he took the lead in walking in.

The openings of the space cracks are constantly changing, like the ferocious mouth of a giant beast in the void, which makes people feel fearful.

"Are we going in?" Grewu said timidly.

Angel glanced at Bobota, who shook his head: "I can't judge whether it's good or bad, but the original lucky spell told me that there should be no danger in this trip. However, the existence that can tear apart space at will, maybe It can block or even modify the results of lucky spells."

Bobota placed both positive and negative answers in front of Angel.

No one knows what the road ahead is, and the existing known information cannot allow the "unknown" to clear up the fog.

Therefore, whether you want to go in or not can only depend on the moment of your mind.

Angel pondered for a moment and said, "Go in."

As Bobota said, there is no need to be so complicated if you want to kill them by a being who tears apart space at will. Moreover, this man named Wardle pointed out their thoughts very accurately.

It means that Wardell is likely to be watching them.

And Angel traveled across mountains and rivers to come here, wasn't it just to leave this continent?

If you want convenience, you cannot hesitate, you will inevitably face unknown risks.

Thinking of this, Angel took the lead and stepped into the space crack, followed closely by Popota. After hesitating for a moment, Grewu still held Olussia's soul tightly and stepped in.

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This is a dark wasteland.

It was no different from the outside world. The only difference was that it seemed dimmer here and it didn't rain.

The air is a little moist, and occasionally the wind blows, bringing with it a bone-chilling chill.

Waddell stood directly in front. After seeing Angel come in, he stretched out his skinny hand and pointed into the distance: "Your Excellency, please come this way."

Wardle said as he walked to the front and began to lead the way.

At some point, Wardle had a broken oil lamp in his hand. The dim light illuminated a distance of two to three meters at most, making the surroundings even more secluded.

"You don't have to keep calling me the savior. My name is Angel."

Wardle paused for a moment and continued to move forward: "There are too many ancient ones in the abyss. As long as they know your name, they will follow this clue and pester you endlessly. Therefore, you'd better not use your real name." Report it."

Wardle's steps were neither too fast nor too slow, and his tone of voice was just right, making everyone feel comfortable.

Angel originally wanted to inquire about this topic and find out more information, but at this moment, a faint sob suddenly came from the darkness.

Angel looked at the source of the sound and saw a shadow slowly appearing in the darkness, emitting a bright green light.

It was a woman wearing a blood-red dress.

However, this woman's face was covered with veins, her eyes were pale, and her expression was extremely ferocious. The moment he saw them, he immediately changed from covering his face and sobbing to a piercing howl.

Terrifying ripples, carrying gusts of sinister wind, are coming toward you!

"The howling of the undead?!" Angel's expression changed, and his eyes suddenly lit up. Because of his Nightmare Soul body, he is actually somewhat immune to undead attacks, but the Bobota behind him is basically the same as a mortal and can easily be affected.

The only thing Angel thought of was to use the "field" green pattern to shield the incoming ripples.

However, when his forehead hair had just been lifted up and the green streaks in his eyes had not popped out, Wardell beside him held the bone scepter and gently tapped it.

After a crisp sound, the surrounding ripples disappeared instantly, and the woman in the bloody dress...the undead, with a miserable cry from her mouth, was blown to the depths of the dark wasteland by an unprovoked wind.

Seeing the undead woman disappear, Angel's aura slowly dissipated, and his forehead hair fell down again, covering his right eye.

Wardle looked at the flash of green light, and there seemed to be fluctuations in his eyes.

After everything calmed down, Angel looked at Wardle with obvious vigilance and caution.

Wardell seemed unaware and said calmly: "The undead has been wandering in the dark wasteland. Kulando has tried to take her away many times, but I have refused."

"Because she was my wife during her lifetime."

The sudden turn of events stunned Angel. The reason why he looked at Wardle with more caution was because the appearance of this undead was too coincidental, and based on Wardle's ability to tear apart space, it should be very simple to deal with an undead. But he allowed the undead to appear, which made Angel have to think about whether Wardle did this deliberately.

But when Wardle revealed the relationship between the undead woman and himself, these doubts had an answer.

"My wife, when she was about to die, did not tell me and secretly signed an oath with an ancient person, wanting to stay by my side forever. However, how could the ancient person easily grant her wish? In the end, she changed For the sake of the undead, I will wander in this dark wasteland forever."

Wardle briefly explained the origin of the undead. There should be some details in it, but Wardle did not deliberately mention them.

Angel didn't know whether what he said was true or false, but Angel didn't think he had any need to lie.

At this time, Grave suddenly said: "Is this female undead named Naia?"

Angel looked at Grewu: "You know?"

Grave: "Lord Olusia once went to see the Cruel Scholar, and I went with him. I stayed in the library there during those years. Butler Tandin read me many stories, one of which was, The general plot is somewhat similar to this..."

Grave looked at Wardle with doubts in his eyes.

"The Cruel Scholar has recorded this? That's right... After all, the one who signed the oath with Naia is the Demon God of Evil Desire. It is said that his relationship with the Cruel Scholar is very good." Ward paused, "Yes, my My wife is Naiya.”

Although he had some guesses, when Wardle admitted, Greve's pupils could not help but shrink.

Greve could not remember the specific time when that story happened, but it was certain that it happened before the fall of the old gods.

That is to say

"Are you an ancient one too?"

Waddell did not answer immediately and asked Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuａ. com Instead, he held the lone lantern, turned his head and continued walking forward.

After a long time, Wardle said: "I can survive because I have an inseparable bond with this continent. When the continent lives, I live; when the continent dies, I die. In fact, I am just a piece of history that remains to this day. Withered consciousness, no freedom, and no right to self-existence, it is not an ancient person."

Everyone didn’t know how to respond to Wardle’s words.

However, some details can be inferred from some of his words.

Previously, Waddell had said that Angel saved him. Angel didn't understand what it meant at the time, but now it seems that Wardell meant that he and the mainland both prospered and suffered losses, so there is an explanation.

After a period of silence, Angel broke the silence.

"You just mentioned Kulangduo... What happened to him? What does this gift mean?" Angel rubbed the black feather in his hand. He didn't feel anything strange about the black feather.

"Kuranduo was also born on this continent." The first sentence Wardle said was a shocking revelation.

Was this death guide who terrified demons and aborigines originally born here? !

"Kurangduo's origin is closely related to this continent. You saved Yuantan Continent. Even if he doesn't say it, he should be grateful after thinking about it. Otherwise, he would not leave this crow feather to you. "

"This is Crow Feather?" Angel looked at the black feather in his hand.

"That's right, this Crow Feather contains the aura of death and is the symbol of Kulando... Here it is."

Angel was about to listen to the effect of this black feather, but at this moment, Wardle suddenly stopped, pointed forward and said, "This is the destination."

"Dark place."

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