When Jianxiu came to the Western Fantasy Continent

Ankaleiz, the capital of the Sen Kingdom of Fiji

In the royal capital of Fijisen, there is the largest temple of light in the entire southern continent. It is located in the east of Ankaliz City. Every inch of the wall is carved with exquisite patterns, the statue of the God of Light stands majestically in the center of sight, and countless slender and tall towers stand above the temple, like a sharp sword piercing the sky.

This gorgeous building was born 500 years ago, and it was far from the scale it is today. However, with the gradual expansion of the power of the Temple of Light, the building itself seems to have gained life, slowly expanding and growing, and there are countless people every year. The believers of the gods dedicated all their wealth to it, and as the Temple of Light took root in the Anselazia Mountains, even some dwarves and elves devoted themselves to the God of Light.Under the influence of dwarven artisans and the excellent aesthetics of elves, this palace also has both the thickness of dwarf architecture and the etherealness of elf architecture. Any creature who comes to this temple will be involuntarily amazed by it Beautiful and dignified, when the Temple of Light officially overwhelmed Fijisen's secular kingship 200 years ago, the Temple of Ankaliz became the well-deserved core of the city.

A few days ago, the sudden army of undead once plunged Ankalizi into chaos, but the Temple of Light was not disturbed in any way. The knights and priests came to the front line with the blessing of the God of Light. With their help, the army of undead was captured Completely defeated, everyone who has experienced the battlefield and witnessed the dead bones everywhere is full of awe of the God of Light. A large number of believers poured into the temple, incense candles, offerings, and money are swayed like water. Put on a proud look.

But deep in the temple, in the prayer room of the high priest, the atmosphere is not so relaxed.The three men stood respectfully in the room and looked at the chief seat together.I saw an old man in a snow-white robe sitting casually on the seat, gently stroking the scepter by his side with his fingers, the gorgeous robe decorated with gold thread, silver thread and various precious stones was in front of him. The movement fluctuated slightly, but this expensive outfit did not attract the attention of anyone in the room. They all nervously watched the movement of the old man's finger rubbing, and speculated about the Lord's intentions.

"The Mage Guild still hasn't found the Lich King who caused this war?" the old man asked suddenly.

A white-robed mage beside him replied nervously, "Yes, my lord, there is no prophecy mage who can predict the cause of this war and the mastermind behind it. He came as strangely as he went. However, as you said See, the Lich King should be dead by now."

"Hmph, you didn't kill it." The old man ignored his excuses and turned to ask a man dressed as a priest. "In the last few hundred years, are there any records of Liches appearing nearby?"

The man gave a salute neither humble nor overbearing, "There is no record in this hall, but there is a record in the Holy See, which was 512 years ago, but the mage was wiped out at that time, and there is no record of incarnation as a lich."

"Hmm..." The old man let out a long snort, and suddenly turned his head to stare at the knight standing aside. "Are there any signs of your men?"

The tone was not intense, but the knight seemed to have been whipped, took a step back, and knelt on one knee. "The subordinate is incompetent."

"Indeed." The old man stopped rubbing his finger on the scepter, and sat up straight. "Guided by the prophecy, a hundred real paladins participated in the battle. Not only did they not kill all the abandoned people, but they lost all the knights. You How many hundred dollars do you have left to throw away?"

Bending his neck under the pressure of this power, the knight knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the old man. "We searched everywhere nearby, but the divination spell didn't..."

"Okay." The old man reprimanded softly, "Nowadays, there are too many things that cannot be predicted by prophecy spells. Since everything is related to the Purgatory Desert, let's go to the Purgatory Desert to find out the situation."

"But our manpower..." Sweat dripped from the knight's forehead. There are less than 2000 paladins in the entire southern continent. It is too difficult to search the vast desert.

"There are still people from the royal court." The old man smiled contemptuously. "Since we defeated the Lich King for them, it's time for them to shed some blood. Let those mortal knights take the lead."

The knight kowtowed again, stood up stiffly and stood aside.

The old man looked around at everyone in the room, and finally set his eyes on the corner, "Is there any news from Acarella?" This time he slowed down, no longer looking like a dignified superior, but like a Kind elders.

The man sitting by the window turned his head and showed a frivolous smile at the old man, "Don't count on those elm heads, the legendary artifacts cannot be sensed, they are lost."

Not irritated by this indulgent gesture, the old man smiled slightly, "What about you?"

"Oh, me..." The young man twirled the wide ring on his finger, "There are some gossip, but we can't talk about it yet."

"If you need it, all the manpower and material resources in the temple will be available for you." The old man paused, "According to the feedback from the Holy See, that Excalibur is the root of this series of problems. As long as we find the Excalibur, we will naturally It can solve all problems.” He began to rub the scepter in his hand again, “It is reported that the incumbent in the Holy See has angered the Holy See, as long as we work hard, we may be able to leave the remote land of Fijisen and return to the At the feet of the true God."

"Ha." The young man laughed casually.

"This is not a joke!" The corner of the old man's mouth showed a sinister smile, "Now the only person on the continent who can perform miracles is the one in our temple, and how can those low-level gods be compared?" .So, the Excalibur is the key to everything!" He emphasized his tone, "Before everyone else, get that Excalibur!"

This time the young man stood up slowly, and bowed lightly to the old man, "Follow your will, Father."

Passing through the grand temple, passing through the bustling streets and alleys, passing through all the hustle and bustle, in a remote alley in Ankaleiz City, there is a small storefront. Dilapidated, with three big, ugly words written on the sign: Thrift store.There is no store name, no label, just a simple nameplate.

A man walked out of the store. He was dressed like a bard, wearing a worn-out guqin, and the brim of his hat covered almost half of his face.On his shoulder, a green bird that looked like a lark was scratching his hair boredly. Without any response from its master, it angrily pecked at the man's earlobe with its sharp beak.The man chuckled, and scratched the bird's neck feathers comfortingly.

"Baby, they finally walked out of the desert, where are they going to go when they get down? Are you interested?"

The bird chirped and pecked at his fingers, shook its body, and flew into the sky with its wings.Watching its light green figure, the man lowered the brim of his hat and smiled slightly.

"It's time to move on."

Chronicle of Oren Continent

In catastrophe 2501 (Year 632), the Lich King Alastair suddenly invaded the Fijisen Empire, and died suddenly three days later.Regarding this sudden war, there is not much information left for research, most of which are folk songs passed down by word of mouth and temple records with clear tendencies, but this war undoubtedly inspired the conflict between the abandoned people in the desert and the Temple of Light. The contradictions between the two revealed the oppression and resistance that existed between different forces on the mainland.Therefore, this short but profound war is regarded as the sign of the end of the Year of Light.

In the catastrophe of 2510, Santani returned to the country.This city, which was cursed by the ancient gods but miraculously revived, triggered the biggest melee since the magic era. Its establishment represented the decline of the power of the Temple of Light, and it was also the beginning of heroes surpassing the gods and going to the altar.The paladins no longer only belonged to the temple. The paladins headed by Ignatius Woods began to use their own power to change and influence the development of the history of the continent. In the following 500 years, the knights surpassed the Mages Guild, priests and priests. Standing at the apex of the continent.Therefore, the restoration of Santani is also regarded as the beginning of the heroic year.

Note: This section is quoted from the 26th edition of "The Chronicles of the Oren Continent". The historians divide the chronology as follows: the year of grace (before the catastrophe), the year of magic (the year of catastrophe 1-1500), the year of light (the year of catastrophe 1868- 2500), Heroic Years (Catastrophe 2501-3074), Human Years (3075, the first year of the Gregorian calendar-)

I really have no choice but to try to edit QAQ again.