Chapter 385 On the Road
When a bag of gold plates was delivered to the edge of Lynch's perception by a stumbling skeleton, even the lizard man had no reason to go south, although he didn't need a reason.
Maybe he should go back to Mirkavala, call on his companions, and slowly head south to continue solving the puzzles of the ancient saints, while at the same time demolishing the wonders that the vampires had illegally built on the waystones.
The trouble is, without the hover engine, the journey will be cumbersome, but just cumbersome. There will be no more threats to them, not even before Doomsday, and all the enemies have been defeated.
The lizard man took the slate, turned around silently, and said goodbye to the human emperor who was leaving in a hurry.
When the wind of magic was low, even walking became difficult for Lynch.
Reality is rejecting him all the time, and the material world is reminding Lynch with its resolute counterattack—he must leave unless he is willing to break the boundary between Ithil and the mortal world.
If he really breaks the boundary, the demons will thank him, and the Blood God will probably give Lynch a sword to show His joy. At that time, the mortal world will be part of the Chaos Demon Realm if Lynch can break the boundary from the inside.
Of course he would leave, but not now.
It took him seven full days to get back to Mirkavala.
After returning to Mirkavala, Lynch witnessed the resumption of trade between the Norse Dwarves and the Kislevites. The two equally hard-won kingdoms now had partners who could stick together for warmth.
Before the temple guards were about to leave and take the stone tablet back to Lustria, Lynch first looked at the stone tablet.
Only vague patterns were recorded on it, as well as ancient symbols to supplement the pictures.
If all of it is translated into pictures, it would just outline the trajectory of the lizard man along the way.
The symbols contained some dark prophecies, and even Lynch could only see the vague ominousness from the obscurity.
From time to time, the crow logo, which is not commonly used by cold-blooded species, is inserted into the pictures and texts, and the vague words hide deep secrets.
It seemed to be discouraging something.
Perhaps the ancient saints had foreseen everything and hid the reminder in the stone slab, but this prophecy was meaningless to Lynch. No matter whether it was good or bad, he had to continue on the path he had to take.
Reality suppressed the Lizardman's thinking, suppressed his abilities, and even his sense of existence.
Perhaps for this reason, some people who should have seen him coming did not spot the Saurus.
When four travelers of different races left the city, only three of them were discussed by humans.
Occasionally, a spellcaster would linger on Lynch, and a few civilians who had nothing in common with him still seemed to be able to see the lizard man.
The human boyar bought a carriage for the wizard, Eugen got a beautiful coat made of velvet and sable fur, and the dwarf only got a box of wine.
When bidding farewell to his fellow tribesmen in the north, Sorian seemed very satisfied with the gift. After all, humans could not give anything better.
Even with the support and trade of the dwarves, the kingdom that was ravaged by the rat tide might not be able to recover within a hundred years.
I'm afraid a lot of people will die of starvation in early spring this time.
Everyone in Mirkavara was discussing the rescue of the alien race, and they certainly would not let go of the group that left this morning.
However, there was no consensus among the drinkers about the number of people on the road. Some said there were only an elf, a dwarf, and a human, while others saw a glowing figure. Some others saw more, and they thought there was a blurry, colorful figure whose appearance was unclear.
No one can convince anyone else, and every stubborn person thinks the other is joking.
The night comes as usual, not being late because of anyone's departure, and the world goes on as usual.
It was just that at dawn the next day, people discovered that some people had died suddenly in the city. Perhaps it was because of the shock of the previous disaster, or perhaps for other reasons, no one cared. In this winter, human life was cheaper than snowflakes.
It is said that the doctors and witches who examined the bodies found that their bodies were in strange postures and there was no coordinated part of their bodies.
The skin of the deceased is constantly flowing, and even the flesh is not necessarily human skin.
The rumor was quickly suppressed, and Boyer issued a wanted order for the wizard. Some dwarves who had seen the corpse thought that humans were making a fuss and the wanted order was nonsense.
As we all know, the ancient races always have insights far beyond the younger races. They know of some existences that humans have never understood or believed in. Perhaps the Norse people also recognized those corpses, and they needed such pedestals in their blood sacrifices to some evil gods.
Compared to the Norse sacrifices, the dead of Mirkavala had no marks of chaos on their bodies. It was more like an unintentional glimpse of the grotesque unfortunate people who reaped the fruits of their own actions.
When the tavern reopened, some of the heartbroken people who came to get drunk could not find companions to talk back to, and the drunkards who thought there were five people leaving the city yesterday were all dead.
Three consecutive days of heavy snow buried the dirty traces left by the rat-men, and the white snow covered the endless grassland. This was a good thing, as no one liked to see bumpy, oily mud.
Lynch enjoyed the feedback from his mortal senses. Time was running out, and every moment of the present was worth cherishing.
When passing through a place where magical winds were surging, the sudden surge in perception destroyed the lizard man's rare entertainment. He saw the essence through the phenomenon. As long as he opened his eyes, he could see the filth under the white snow.
This is a very disgusting thing. If the remains of Ashoranka are found, Lynch must do something with it to make Shi Lan interpret the meaning that the useless rat demons need to be annihilated immediately.
As for now, Lynch is powerless and restricted as never before.
Perhaps a great demon could come and kill him at this time. Of course, in this environment where magic is barren, the great demon would not have an easy time either. At that time, it would most likely be the devil who would die, completely and utterly.
The star engine surging in his chest gives Lynch the confidence to fight against reality. The demons do not have an energy engine to enable them to move around in the mortal world.
If Ithil's energy is strong and the demon comes in a relatively strong state, Lynch will also return to a relatively strong state. He doesn't mind sending future inmates back to prison. It doesn't matter how many demons come that are not strong enough.
Few wizards can detect the rhythm of the magical wind, but Lynch could barely sense some of the situation.
The tide of Chaos is ebbing, and the tide of Darkness that once rose to its peak will fall to its lowest point.
The star gates at the two poles are still continuously inputting energy into the mortal world, but the amount of magical winds being sent back to the star gates is more than before.
Lynch sensed a series of busy wills, there was no doubt that they were magic toads.
Sorting out and pushing the winds of magic back to the poles is what they have been doing, and now that they are under less pressure, perhaps they really have a chance to build another defense network.
Lynch hoped that would be after he recovered the ancient relics. He didn't want to hide in the temple like the elven god. If he was really locked in the mortal world, he could only hope that his former comrades would come to offer tributes to him frequently.
(End of this chapter)
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