"We have to be careful when it comes to matters concerning God. Moreover, the outskirts of the Warcraft Mountain Range have been polluted by the ancient gods. I don't want to attract the attention of such beings, or I'll go crazy." Scarlett waved her hand, indicating that it would be better not to say more on this topic.
Staci, who was wrapping bandages around herself, raised her head and said, "The Moon Whisperer told me something. The ancient gods are not gods from the Aize continent, but gods that invaded from outer space. Rather than gods, they are some unknown life forms that have mastered the same power as gods."
Stacy, disguised as the Moon Whisperer, appeared beside the crowd. She sat on a piece of wood and said calmly, "Perhaps only the gods know the origin of the ancient gods. The ancient gods are pure evil. Whether in terms of spirit, soul, or body, they are constantly releasing malice towards the world."
"Affected by this "evil", creatures without divinity will produce different distortions. They are something beyond cognition. Although "God" itself is an existence beyond cognition, it is at least understandable and observable. It is a kind of orderly "good". The ancient gods are different. You cannot explore their existence. The closer you get to the truth, the easier it is to lose control, because it is beyond the knowledge and things we can understand. The worldview collapses and we go crazy. "
The Moon Whisperer paused and continued, "Even if a god wants to get to know the Ancient Gods in depth, he will be contaminated and eventually become another Ancient God. So some people speculate that the Ancient Gods may be gods that have been contaminated by some kind of power."
"Can gods also be polluted?"
"Of course, why not? I know of a god from the continent of Aize who has been corrupted." The Moon Whisperer looked up at the night sky and said.
"Who is it?"
"I can't say it. Remember the three taboos Scarlett mentioned? Do not describe it, do not touch it, and do not look directly at it. If I say the name of the polluted god now, the consequences will be quite terrible."
After the Moon Whisperer finished speaking, he suddenly changed the subject and said, "But actually, I don't know who the polluted god is."
"Then what are you talking about!" Merlin had been listening with great interest, but now he felt like he had been fooled.
The Moon Whisperer was still quite afraid of Merlin. She said, "You can't blame me for this. I knew it originally, but the name of the polluted god was erased by the gods with their supreme power, so I forgot it. But this is a good thing. Otherwise, in my special situation, every contract is equivalent to a new life. If I suddenly remembered something related to the ancient gods, I would definitely be polluted directly."
"Okay, let's not discuss this kind of thing. God is too far away from us, especially this weird ancient god. The more we explore and the more we want to know the truth, the easier it is to be polluted. If you don't have the blood of God flowing in your body like Scarlett, forget it." Merlin stood up and patted his butt, looking at the dark night sky and the tranquil Warcraft Mountains.
"I think we've all rested enough. I think we should set off now."
Carl shook Chris, who was half asleep, and Chris waved her hand and said, "I'm not asleep."
Merlin has already chosen the person who will leave the Goblin Tribe to rescue other classmates. He will definitely go. After him will be the strongest person at present, Stacy, then Carl, Chris and Shirley. As for Scarlett, Alex, Delia and others, they will stay in the Goblin Tribe to guard this piece of pure land that has been cleared with great difficulty.
Goblint stepped forward and said, "Oh, my friend, please let us lend you a hand. I will send the strongest elites of our tribe to follow you. My people also need us to save them."
After all, those students who bought adventure insurance were followed by many elite goblins.
Behind Goblin, several goblins in hooded windbreakers slowly walked out. They had sharp daggers on their waists, bows and quivers on their backs, and they looked very capable overall.
"We are familiar with the surrounding terrain. We can easily determine the direction even at night." said an elite goblin.
The strength of these elite goblins is around level three. They do not need any magic power. They played a significant role in the battle against the ancient god believers just now and protected many students.
"Okay, more help is always good." Merlin suddenly remembered that the adventure insurance was originally the responsibility of the goblins. If anything big went wrong, sending these goblins out would be of some help.
Of course, anyone with a discerning eye knows who the real person in charge of adventure insurance is. It's okay for ordinary students, as they don't have the time and money to "fight a lawsuit." However, the families behind those noble children are not so good-tempered.
Without the absolute strength to overturn the table, Merlin naturally didn't want to confront the families behind those noble children. When he thought of this, he really wished he had the strength to not eat beef.
On the outskirts of the polluted Monster Mountains, a strange forest is shrouded by a gloomy sky. The trees were twisted like gnarled fingers, their branches covered in sticky black moss that gave off a pungent, rancid odor.
There was a suffocating chill in the air, with low whispers occasionally heard, as if calling from some unknown abyss. Deep in the forest, some vague shadows can be seen, like monsters lurking in the dark, ready to pounce on the ignorant intruders at any time.
In this strange environment, a dozen students are struggling to survive. Their faces were pale, their eyes revealed endless fatigue and despair, their clothes were covered in dirt and blood, and their wounds, some minor and some serious, made their movements slow and clumsy.
Every step they took seemed to require tremendous effort, as if the ground beneath their feet was sucking away their strength.
Beside them, seven or eight goblins were watching the movements around them vigilantly. These goblins were protectors hired by the "Adventure Insurance" service, and they had lost many of their companions in the battle against the aberrations.
Their faces were full of anxiety and tension, and they communicated in shrill voices from time to time, trying to stay alert.
I have to say that the goblins Ga Le Dan Dan and Gen Gen are different. They have a very high level of ideological awareness and are willing to sacrifice themselves to ensure the safety of these students. This led to the deaths of many goblins, but none of the students died, at most they were seriously injured.
"It's all because of this unlucky star!" A student pointed indignantly at a gloomy classmate at the edge, his face full of dissatisfaction and resentment. "We've had so many attacks since he joined the team!"
"Shut up!" Another classmate pushed him with his arm, with strong dissatisfaction in his tone, "If it weren't for Dunlop's undead magic helping us, we would have become corpses long ago!"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
