Chapter 405: The Eternal's Whisper
The illusion was fleeting, and just as it was shattered, the Archmage had just repaired the guide stone.
This is the node of the large anti-chaos magic circle set up by Caledor Dragon Tamer in the "Cataclysm" based on some kind of magic node. Lynch can directly see that this is the spirit vein node.
Thousands of Waystones are scattered across the world, carrying the Winds of Magic from everywhere to the Great Vortex, the heart of Ulthuan.
There, magic will be repatriated to the poles, and only creatures of Chaos will consider the rise of the Wind of Magic a good thing.
After covering up the temple, the two retreated from it. Although they could achieve a spatial leap by relying on the guide stone, no normal person would be willing to do so unless it was absolutely necessary.
The wind of magic gradually calmed down, and Lynch's figure became increasingly blurred.
By the time he rejoined the convoy, only the ignorant chatter of mankind could dimly reveal a "monster in flames."
After the sunset took away the last ray of light, Eugen was still driving the carriage forward.
Other than it being darker, he had no way of telling the exact time, so this guy probably thought it wasn't night yet.
The convoy behind did not dare to be left behind, so they had to move forward in the darkness in fear and shock.
The guards of the caravan counted the number of carriages from time to time, and there were several oil lamps emitting light.
No one thought that there were suddenly fewer carriages or fewer lights.
Of course, people are more afraid of having too many cars. No one can be sure whether there will be any human-like creatures sneaking into the convoy at this time.
Lynch can give the answer - yes, and quite a few.
He was not surprised at all when he heard some people's voices grow fainter the more they counted the numbers.
Panic was about to overflow from the mortals, and they couldn't be sure whether the people around them were still human.
Even though they have the same look and voice, and the same temper as before.
Lynch glanced behind him. He could only wish everyone had a good time and didn't lose their lives in the insignificant game of hide-and-seek.
Just a group of forest spirits.
The vast forests occupied almost 80% of the empire's territory. Humans used trees to build houses and sailboats, and obtained food from the forests to fill their stomachs.
This will of course cause dissatisfaction among some things in the forest, even if the Lord of the Wilderness has acquiesced to the development of civilization.
Many people in the empire would reveal their complaints about this land in casual conversations, as if everyone in the empire believed that this land itself was fighting against the development of the empire.
The dangers within the empire are no less than those outside. Perhaps an ancient rock dragon is sleeping in a secluded village somewhere, and the mountains surrounding the town are not necessarily dead.
At least Lynch was sure that he was now walking across the body of an ancient dragon lizard that was dead asleep, and the horse was ignorantly trampling on the road built on the monster's body.
The fact that the empire still exists and is becoming increasingly stable shows that humans are capable of dealing with the hostility from the environment.
The road in the forest became steeper and steeper. Hares and deer passed by from time to time in the dim bushes, and snakes that had just woken up from hibernation chased gray mice.
Everything in the dense forest looks the same, and mortals who lack reference points can easily get tired and mistake a distance of just a few hundred meters for a distance of thousands of miles.
Not long after moving from his previous position, Eugen began to secretly seek time. His mechanical watch broke down long ago at sea, and the twists and turns on the road left him no chance to replenish the supplies that a civilized person should have.
The tired neighing of the horse gave Eugen an excuse to rest. He looked at the dark shadows of the trees around the carriage and the weeds taller than his shoulders, and couldn't help shivering.
This is obviously not a good place to rest.
The dwarf disdained Eugen's timidity. He took the lantern and the hay basket and got off the car. He found that the caravan that had stopped ahead also began to take a brief rest on the spot.
Without exception, each team gathered their people together to conduct an inventory.
Mussel still feels sick.
He should have been the only chosen one, who could indulge himself in this world and enjoy the knowledge and skills brought by advanced civilization.
He was supposed to be the only one. There only needed to be one time traveler in the world because there only needed to be one protagonist.
In Marinburg, a neutral human with skin more delicate than that of an elf sat on a throne built with the skin and skeleton of a beauty, looking at the dance in the distance in the villa with contempt.
These "kinds" who had desecrated his existence were still intoxicated in singing and dancing. This was what they deserved. They should be manipulated by Musser's tricks like slaves. This was not enough. They must become mindless puppets, and everything from soul to body must be shattered into ambiguous bubbles.
This can make up for the impact that their appearance in this world has on Mussel's transcendent status.
If two tigers appear in the forest, then the tiger is no longer the only overlord.
He felt sick at the thought of being recognized for what he had done by his own kind.
He was unwilling to learn magic because every wizard could master it. If possible, he would rather become the most unique among wizards, transcending the iron laws that restrict mortals and possessing abilities that others cannot possess.
He was unwilling to learn the skills of fighting, which anyone could do and would lower his status.
The darling of the world should be unique, from beginning to end.
Mussel felt nauseous again, and he wanted to vomit when he thought about the many "kindred spirits" in this world.
There is no truth more sordid than this.
If he were the only one, his personal legend would be of extraordinary significance and more interesting than anything else in the world.
But now there are so many of them, which makes him think of the world in his previous life, where he was just an ordinary ant, no one cared about his opinion, and his will could not influence others.
He could only smash things at hand when he was angry, avoid valuables, and watch things develop in a way he didn't want.
It’s different now. Since he heard that voice, he has transcended the world.
He should be the one in a billion special case, not the one that slips through the net that can be found everywhere.
It is irrefutable that the world and fate should obey his will, and this should be his compensation in his second life.
The presence of other people only breaks this uniqueness.
A hoarse whisper sounded in Mussel's ears. This was his support, the foundation for him to transcend the mundane world. He was willing to unconditionally obey the mission brought by the whisper. Every protagonist should be like this.
Shouldn't it be natural to complete the mission and receive rewards from unknown forces?
Another soft voice sounded synchronously in Mussel's mind. She was the source of Mussel's strength. It turned out that the two of them were unique partners and wonderful partners.
Even she supports Mussel to obey the unknown power, does he have any reason to refuse? (End of this chapter)
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