I Forged the Myth of the Old Ones

Lu Jian asked Shia.

"not much."

Shia shook her head.

"In this era, the Gray Tower has just been established, so the tide of magic is still raging, and the records in most areas will be lost in the tide of magic again and again. When the kingdom is destroyed later, most of the written records will be gone. .”

In her words, now is the barbaric era, which is almost equal to the situation where Emperor Yan and Huangdi fought against Chi You. Legends and history are mixed, and there are no detailed descriptions.

"Then you should also know the name of the creator of the gray tower?"

Stone pressed.

"No, we don't know his name. The Gray Tower didn't record his name. As for the reason, I don't know."

Shia denied.

"I once asked my teacher this question. He thought it was because there were many people who built the gray tower at that time. The establishment of the magic system was not a short-term achievement of one person, and the magic net itself represented that everyone had equal opportunities. Contact with magic, that's why the Gray Tower didn't mention the name of the original builder."

"But I think that maybe the founder of the Gray Tower didn't want his name to be deified. When a certain great cause is specific to a certain person, he will condense his beliefs, just like Taoist Heming, and turn it into a mark. It may become a god, and the creator created the gray tower to fight against the gods who released the monsters, so he refused to let himself become the same state."

"So we still have to find the creator?"

Drizzt couldn't help asking.

"It's also a good thing. At least with Shia, the creator hasn't reached a closed loop. As long as we can find someone to help him build the gray tower, then he is the creator."

Stone thought quickly.

This is similar to Lu Jian's idea. He doesn't need to look for the first brick of the gray tower he needs. When the time comes to build it, he can just touch one and it's done.

"Your Excellency, we are here."

The voice of soldiers came from outside. Lu Juan looked outside and saw the relatively simple fortifications between the forests, as well as some towers. There were few pedestrians on the road and low buildings. The soldiers wore old leather armor and lined up loosely. The queue is moving forward, it may be because of the rain just now, the ground is muddy, and the wheels are about to sink into the mud.

A smell of cow dung mixed with soil filled the air, enough to make a refined modern person vomit on the spot.

Lu Jian jumped out of the car, and he found that the place was on a slope. Looking down, he could see a large area of ​​farmland. More farmers were busy in the field, planting seeds, looking forward to the harvest season.

"Your Excellency, I will take you to see the baron."

The soldier with the sharp long sword at the beginning said, he led the way, took Lu Juan and others for a few steps, and arrived at a mansion that was still dilapidated, but at least looked decent.

Most of the other houses in the town are made of wood, but this mansion is built of bricks and stones, which is enough to show its nobility.

There were not many guards in the mansion. When Lu Jian and others walked into the courtyard, they saw a man in a red robe sitting in the courtyard. He was feeding the chickens, holding a handful of coarse grains in his hand, and he was very immersed.

Just as Shia was about to speak, Stone motioned her to wait for a while.

When the man threw away all the coarse grains in his hands, he clapped his hands, stood up, and turned to face Lu Jian and the others.

"Thanks for your hard work, everyone. Food is in short supply now. These chickens are still too small. I want to raise them up to entertain you."

He was in his early twenties, about the same age as Lu Lian, with dull blond hair and a thin build. Obviously, even as the person in power here, he was not treated much better.

"You can call me Gero directly. The baron is just a title you bought. I knew from the first day I got here that I might be on the wrong ship."

"Bought it?"

Stone raised an eyebrow.

"I have indeed heard that in the last days of the old kingdom, the royal family was corrupt, and the titles were sold through money. Most of the people who bought the titles would exploit them layer by layer when they arrived in the fief, sucking the bones and draining the marrow, and draining all the subjects in the fief. Otherwise, it will be a loss.”

Shia explained in a low voice.

It seems that this Baron Jie Luo also wants to spend money to buy a title to make money, but unexpectedly, this town is much poorer than he imagined, even if it is squeezed, it can't squeeze out any oil, so it is a loss here .

"However, the scenery here is pretty good. It's close to the forest. It's a pity that there is no manpower. Otherwise, according to what I said at the time when I bought the title, I can earn a lot of money by exploiting the resources in the forest."

Baron Gero sighed.

Suddenly, from the room behind him, there was an explosion.

===697. Court mage (addition for the lord [Taixuan Qi])===

The explosion made Shia feel a little familiar, and she looked behind Baron Zero.

"Sorry, my guests here are sometimes a little noisy."

Baron Gero gave a wry smile, and he walked into the room, followed by Lu Jian and others.

The house made of bricks and stones is not too big, just a house for ordinary people. Lu Jian saw that in the room on one side, a burst of smoke was overflowing.

The smoke had a foul smell, like some shit had been heated and boiled, it was disgusting.

As soon as Shia raised her hand, the wind suddenly surged, and the smoke was swept away immediately.

She was able to see what was going on inside the house.

A mottled wooden table is located in the middle of the room. The table is full of scorched, corroded, and cut marks. Now it is a miracle to be able to stand here with four legs intact.

There are countless bottles and jars on the table. Compared with the table, those bottles and jars are much more exquisite, obviously made by professional craftsmen.

The translucent bottles are filled with solutions and powders of various colors, some of which are even changing colors, giving off a seductive light.

On the other side of the table, the bottle of black solution heated on the burning candle seemed to be the source of the stench just now. It was rolling quietly on the fire at the moment, reflecting the appearance of the person in the room.

He has short dark hair, about the same age as Baron Gero, but his hair stands up due to the explosion, turning into a classic afro, his face is covered with dirt and looks dirty.

"Let me introduce, this is Jost, my good friend. When we met, we were still playing with urine and mud."

Baron Gero coughed twice, introduced, and added another sentence at the end.

"He's a court mage."

Hearing Baron Zero's words, Shia looked at the man.

"Not quite like it."

Soon, the mage girl shook her head.

Since a court mage appeared here, Shia naturally thought of the founder of the gray tower.

It's just that Jost still looks a little immature, and it seems that it will take a long time to become a solo mage.

Shia himself prefers that the founder of the Gray Tower is a group of people, not a single person.

Because neither the gray tower nor the magic net can be created by a talented mage. Only by relying on the painstaking efforts of countless mages can it be possible to create such a huge miracle from scratch.

She is a mage, a person who uses reason to deconstruct the world, and understands that the laws of nature cannot be changed at will by relying on the will of one or two people.

Jost didn't know what Shia was thinking, he just looked at Shia blankly, his eyes widened, then he rushed towards Shia and said in an unbelievable tone.

"Casting a spell without a spell, responding immediately, and not even preparing for the ceremony, how did you do it just now?"

Obviously, he was in disbelief that Shia had blown away the thick smoke just now.

"A little trick."

Shia didn't answer Jost directly.

She didn't quite know how mages cast spells before the magic net was established. According to what the teacher vaguely mentioned, they probably had to prepare complex rituals, specific spells, and a will that was strong enough to withstand pollution.

At this time, Shia noticed that Jost's two eyes were not the same color.

One is still normal black, but the left eye has turned crimson, like blood.

"This is not a trick. You must know that according to Master Alhurst's theory, spells are the manifestation of knowledge, and rituals are the solidification of knowledge. The solidified knowledge is awakened and manifested through spells. This is the essence of magic. The mechanism of action is impossible to use without spells and rituals!"

Jost seemed quite persistent, he must understand how Shia's spell was operated just now.

Shia was thinking about whether to explain concepts such as the magic net, so that this Jost could speed up his understanding of modern magic, but his eyes suddenly widened.

"Don't stop talking please"

Jost immediately covered his ears, as if a demon began to whisper in his ears, his child hole was covered with bloodshot eyes, and he fell to his knees in pain, trembling all over.

"Jost."

Baron Gero immediately supported the young mage, and saw red tears streaming from Jost's eyes, which were blood.

There were some slender sounds of struggling in his throat, and his whole body was tense as if being grabbed by something, constantly twitching and convulsing.

"let me."

Shia pressed Jost's head, and her fingers penetrated into Jost's black hair. Accompanied by some undetectable movement in the air, Jost's muscles relaxed, and he closed his eyes. His eyes quickly fell into a deep sleep.

Lu Jian's right hand also materialized a silver pen and opened Jost's head.

Countless messages popped up.

"It's pollution."

Lu Jian quickly came to a conclusion.

"He has contained a considerable degree of pollution, which will continuously erode his will and body. In fact, even if there are no other accidents, he should also die of rapid exhaustion within three years."

"Is this the original mage?"

Shia felt a little embarrassed.

The mages of the Kingdom of the Night in the past were like a curious child who threw all the extraordinary powers he saw into his mind, as much as he could accommodate.

And these knowledges are all pollution, which will lead to the reduction of sanity, and the body will be eroded and alienated, so many mages have strange shapes, and even lose their human form.

Later, some mages tried to alleviate this situation. Some tried to rely on the checks and balances between pollution from different sources to balance the pollution in the body, and even summed up a system that would not lead to loss of control. Some people studied brain closure, Most of the knowledge and pollution are placed in the deep brain, and they are awakened in a specific way when they are used.

The former is called a blood mage, and the latter is the embryonic form of a court mage.

In an even older era, it is said that the orthodox dispute broke out between these two types of mages, but before it heated up, they gave up because of the invasion of the demon tide.

However, as long as they suffer from pollution, it will continue to deepen. Even if these two mages work hard, they will only delay death and madness to a certain extent in the end.

Moreover, the more powerful mages, the more pollution they endure, and the greater the harm they will cause when they fall due to pollution. Therefore, if they can still maintain their sanity, most of these mages will choose to go to the depths of the Black Forest , where those monsters are rampant.

Legend has it that those powerful mages can leave a curse on the world when they die, and those horrible natural disasters beyond the understanding of mortals are formed in this way.

"Can such a person really build a gray tower?"

Shia thought to herself while looking at Jost who had fallen asleep.

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