In the southern part of the Baisong Formation, Mo Nanfeng was wandering around.
According to the servants' information, there is an ancient relic nearby, which may contain stories about prophecies.
But he had been here for a long time and saw nothing, but he did cut down a lot of crabs.
Watching the sun setting in the sky, Mo Nanfeng looked at the map, turned around and walked towards the south, an area he had not yet searched.
Not long after, Mo Nanfeng saw a gate buried by rubble on the beach and knew he had found the right place.
He drew out his sword and swung it up and down a few times, breaking through the rubble and revealing a somewhat dim corridor inside.
"It seems that the servant did not lie to me. There are indeed ruins in this area."
After muttering these words, Mo Nanfeng walked slowly in with the sword in hand to see what was related to the prophecy in this ancient relic.
After walking through a long corridor and defeating some strange monsters, we finally reached the depths of the ruins.
As for the broken bridge? Water? These are trivial things that he can rush over in one step.
As the door opened, a fairly tall and magnificent building appeared in front of Mo Nanfeng, which was a bit magical.
I didn't expect there was another world underground.
In front of the quaint bridge, Mo Nanfeng looked up and down, looked at the somewhat unstable bridge surface, and gestured the distance.
He took a few steps back, exerted force suddenly, and reached the other side in an instant with the help of magic.
Mo Nanfeng exerted his strength all the way, and soon reached the top of the building with relative ease.
Looking around, there was nothing strange around, only a building not far away was quite attractive.
With the help of the mechanism, Mo Nanfeng successfully reached the outside of the stone archway and walked straight in. He wanted to see what was inside.
The quaint hall was no different, except that it was a little damp.
Mo Nanfeng looked around in the hall, but apart from the stone slabs on the wall, he didn't see any useful information.
Walking onto the stone slabs and looking at the paintings on the three slabs, Mo Nanfeng pinched his chin and began to think about the things on them.
Judging from the distribution, there should be four stone slabs. For some reason, the position of the first stone slab is empty, with only a paragraph written below.
"This is a country that deserves to be destroyed. I will record its future history in the past."
A country that should be destroyed? Fontaine?
Record the past and predict the future of Fontaine, and write stories that will happen in the future.
Thinking of this, Mo Nanfeng took a breath and felt a little creepy.
Turning to look at the second stone slab, the picture on it is thought-provoking.
The leader was kneeling, half-bowed, followed by a group of people crawling and kneeling, worshiping the island in the sky.
Turning to the third painting, Mo Nanfeng pinched his chin, feeling a little scared.
Funina was surrounded in the middle, as if falling. There were many, many people gathered around her, and some water.
In the fourth and final slate, just as predicted, Furninna sat alone on the throne crying.
"Everyone will dissolve in the sea, leaving only the water god weeping on his throne."
After muttering these words, Mo Nanfeng felt uncomfortable all over, and the feeling of suffocation made him a little dizzy.
I shouldn't have come here alone!
After looking back and forth several times, countless guesses flashed through Mo Nanfeng's mind, but most of them were overturned by him one by one.
No, no, we must find the first missing slab!
He took out the camera he had prepared in advance, took a few quick photos, and then looked for other clues in the hall.
But there was no so-called missing stone slab around, there were only some scattered Moras.
After searching for a while, Mo Nanfeng found nothing except a large bag of Mora. He could only go to Melo Petersburg first and think about other problems later.
As soon as Mo Nanfeng left, a handsome black-haired man in a red dragon robe walked in with his hands behind his back, revealing endless majesty between his brows.
Coming to the place where Mo Nanfeng had stood before, the man pinched his chin and looked at the three stone slabs. After a moment, an intriguing smile appeared on his face.
"Oh, old man, you are very fast!" A highly recognizable voice sounded at the door, and another person came.
Without turning around, Zhongli waved his hand and a stone table and two stone benches appeared beside him. Without looking back, he sat down very steadily.
"It's been a long time since I deduced a major event. When was the last time?
Old friend, today we will discuss the future of Fontaine." Zhongli said while looking at the three stone tablets.
Putting a few bottles of wine on the table, Wendy turned around and pointed, and the last stone slab flew straight up from the sea and attached to its place.
Sitting on a stool, Wendy put Mo Nanfeng's investigations and speculations over the past three years on the table. She also considerately took out two glasses, poured good wine, and prepared for the following inferences.
Picking up the wine glass, Zhongli took a sip, raised his head and said: "We all know that Egolia used the water of the original fetal sea in the planet to transform the pure water elves into humans, touching the original sin and the wrath of heaven.
He brought down sin, imprisoned Egolia, brought a desperate future to Fontaine, and even used it as a threat.
After the Canrea War, Egolia fell and the new water god Fucarus ascended to the throne, marking the beginning of the next era of Fontaine.
How will she prevent the prophecy...」
After a glass of wine, the clock left a head.
After thinking for a while, Wendy slowly stood up, holding the wine glass in his hand, and looked at the four stone slabs. A trace of divine power invaded his mind, and soon a very strange smile appeared on his face.
"I've met Furninna, she's just an ordinary person, or maybe not.
The unique aura of the devil is too little, almost non-existent, and it is more of the human part.
She was like, like a cursed little girl, fulfilling her duty. "
Hearing Wendy's words, Zhongli nodded. He also took a look from a distance and confirmed some things.
"It will all end in a big, dramatic trial.
What a romantic ending, an ending that only belongs to Furninda!"
Turning around and putting her hands on her hips, Wendy thought this sentence was really romantic.
The scene on the third stone slab shows a group of people surrounding Furninda who is about to fall into the water. Everyone is surrounding her.
In Fontaine, water represents justice, and trial is part of justice.
The meaning is self-evident. These people are judging Funina, a dramatic trial, and the prophecy has since come true.
Fernina cried alone on the throne, and the sins of the people of Fontaine were eliminated and their original sin was atoned for.
Thinking of this, Zhongli picked up the notebook and began to read it carefully, wanting to see what his apprentice had thought of.
Although most of it was nonsense, the most critical parts were marked by Mo Nanfeng. Perhaps others did not understand what it meant, but he and Wendy, as the oldest of the Seven Gods, naturally understood it and colluded with each other.
Oops, this is just speculation, not true~
"The sinners dance, declaring that no one is guilty.
"Fucarlos..." Zhongli muttered in a low voice, as if he was pronouncing a certain ending.
After a long time, the wine was finished and the matter was figured out. Wendy suddenly felt a lot more empty.
"What should we do?"
After hearing what Wendy said, Zhongli threw the slab back into the sea, stood between the cliffs and said, “Let’s do what we have to do.
Since Fucaros wants to practice her justice in this way, then let her practice her justice.
We cannot cross the line, this is the contract we made at the beginning. "
Wendy stretched out his body, looked at the rippling sea water below, and raised his head to look in the direction where the wind was blowing.
"Is everything okay with Xiao Nanfeng?"
With his hands behind his back, Zhongli smiled, thinking about how Mo Nanfeng worked hard to practice martial arts when he was a child, as if it was just yesterday.
"Don't worry, he's grown up and will handle everything.
When we really face a life-and-death situation, the demon power we have stored in him will naturally come in handy."
The sea continued to surge, and the breeze blew across their faces, caressing them gently.
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