When Jianxiu came to the Western Fantasy Continent

In an instant, several very effective assassination methods flashed through Sann's mind. He narrowed his eyes, looked at the innocent man in front of him, and figured out how to solve this potential danger cleanly.As if sensing something, the little kingfisher cautiously took two steps back, fluttered its wings and flew behind the poet, hiding itself in the hood.

As if he didn't notice it at all, the poet pulled a stool and sat opposite Hong Ming, glanced at the wine glass in his hand, grinned, "May I buy you a drink?"

Hong Ming glanced at the dark elf whose eyes were getting more and more wrong, and shook his head, "You came early, but what happened?"

"Wow, I thought you guys needed me, after all, you can't get anything from the dwarves, right?" The poet replied leisurely, leaning back in his chair.

Hearing the word dwarf, Sarn squeezed the silver cup in his hand, "How much do you know?"

"Which aspect are you referring to?" the poet asked back, "Your actions on the ice field? Or the tree of doom? Or those little..."

"Shut up!" Sarn quickly looked around the room, and he caught a few pairs of eyes that he couldn't dodge.The environment they are in now is not very good. If the news of the birth of a dragon in Dragon Valley spreads, it is estimated that there will be an expedition team heading to the ice field soon.They didn't save those dragons to provide materials for mages!

"You also think this is not a place to talk?" The poet smiled complacently, "Then let's change to another place."

This time before Sann could answer, Hong Ming opened his mouth first, "Explain your purpose of coming. What did you mean by the transaction back then?"

"Well, we need to talk about it when we get to the place. It's not something I can control. But I think it's a good deal for you." Saying that, the poet stood up from the stool and stretched out his hand to Hongming. "Want to come with me?"

Hong Ming ignored him, stood up and walked straight to the door.The poet withdrew his hand nonchalantly, and followed him out of the tavern.

The sky outside is already dark, the moonlight is covered by thick dark clouds, only a few stars are flickering.Not far from the forest road is the secluded forest of the Anselazia Mountains, which is gloomy and dense, revealing a permeating desolation.There was no light except the light of the tavern behind.Hong Ming turned to look at the bard, "Where are you going?"

The poet reached out to touch his bosom, and took out a scroll, "Let's go from here."

"Teleportation scroll!" With a flash of thought, Sarn secretly said, "Targeting to a fixed point, it's not easy to escape by walking this way."

"It doesn't matter." Hong Ming replied, "Since he has something to discuss with us, he won't play tricks on it."

"But his whereabouts are too weird. To be able to follow us for two years will cost a lot. The cost he paid is too high, and what he wants will naturally not be simple."

"Fortune and misfortune depend on each other, let's play by ear."

At this time, the scroll in the poet's hand had already unfolded, and the fluctuation of magic flickered on the scroll, "Have you decided?" He looked up at the two of them.

At the same time, they took a step forward, and they stepped into the range wrapped by the magic circle. An orange light flashed, and the three of them disappeared into the night out of thin air.

Both Hong Ming and Saen had never been on the teleportation array, so when the magic wave entangled his body, Saen involuntarily tensed up and watched his body vigilantly, while Hong Ming closed his eyes to experience the trajectory of the magic wave and feel the power of this world. The law of operation.It was like stepping from one door to another, the whole teleportation process was very fast, it only took about 2 to 30 seconds, the two of them just felt their eyes light up, and they stepped on a hard stone slab.

Hong Ming opened his eyes and looked at the scenery in front of him.They seem to have entered a room with towering walls and luxurious decorations. The huge dome is engraved with intricate patterns, like some kind of palace.

"This way please." The poet stretched out his hand as an invitation gesture, Hong Ming paused, and walked forward.

After leaving the room, there is a spacious corridor. Like the room just now, it is quite beautifully decorated, but it is empty and lonely.Sarn said in his heart, "It's like a temple."

"Can you see what kind of god it is?"

"The belief in the gods has declined in the past thousand years. It can only be seen that it does not belong to the God of Light. However, teleportation scrolls generally cannot be teleported over a long distance. This place should not be far from the Kingdom of Walsen. It is a shame to build a temple secretly at the foot of the Holy See. Not too small..."

This time the poet didn't talk nonsense. In the eerie silence, the three of them walked into a silver and black main hall.It looks like a main hall, but the room is not too big. On the ceiling of the dome, there are murals like the summer night starry sky, shining with mysterious stars.On the main seat of the main hall, sat a lady in a gorgeous black dress.

The poet walked quickly to her side and bowed politely, "Ms. Su Luna, these are the two people I was talking about."

The temple, Su Luna, the starry sky... Sarn's pupils shrank, thinking of a possibility...

Hong Ming also frowned slightly. The lady in front of him showed a power completely different from that of the mages in this world. It was no longer a "spiritual power" that he could not find, but a genuine overflowing vitality, far stronger than If you want to be strong, your cultivation level seems to be comparable to that of an infant monk like the ancestor. Is there such a method of cultivation in Oren Continent?

The woman in black on the main seat looked at the two of them coldly for a moment, a smile appeared on her lips, but the smile didn't enter her eyes, it just made her look more difficult to stare at. "Very interesting, outsider."

"You know I'm not from Oren." Hong Ming replied frankly, in front of such high-ranking monks, there is no need to cover up.

"Naturally. It's been 2500 years, have you also weakened to this point?"

This sentence made Hong Ming's heart tremble, what does it mean?Could it be that she also participated in the great war more than two thousand years ago?Judging from her tone, it is definitely not Bailong's hearsay, could it be...

Beside him, Sarn saluted the chief seat upright, and his tone became very cautious and humble, "Are you the God of Travelers, the Lady Silver Star who belongs to freedom and joy and points the way in the dark?"

The lady moved her eyes and glanced at Sarn, "Didn't Rose teach you basic etiquette when you defected to the drow?"

Following this scolding, a burst of coercion hit Sarn. Even in the face of a giant dragon, he had never had such a terrifying power. Sarn involuntarily stepped back half a step, clenched his teeth and bent his body, cold sweat slipped from his forehead.He guessed right, but it's not logical!How could a middle god sit in his mortal temple? !

Hong Ming took a step forward, stood in front of Saen, and replied solemnly, "I'm just an ordinary monk, just like Oren's mage, not a god. If you're asking about the status quo of our fairy family, I'm afraid you're asking Wrong person."

"Mage?" The oppression stopped, and Su Luna frowned slightly, "They only sent mages... Yes, only mages like you can escape our attention, and that's why the pill was released. It's just similar." She stretched out her long, white finger, and with a light wave, an open wooden box floated in front of Hong Ming's eyes, and two Kunyuan pills lay quietly in the box.

Hong Ming didn't reach out to pick it up, but just stared at the chief, and asked word by word, "I don't know why you called us here, I heard that bard said that you want to make a deal with us .”

Tapping the armrest lightly with her fingertips, the goddess slowed down her expression and revealed a slight smile.The bard standing on the side stepped forward quickly, put away the wooden box in front of Hong Ming, and bowed solemnly to the two of them.This time, there was no frivolity and recklessness in his expression in the past, and he appeared very sincere.

"My lord invites you to come here, just to ask you to find something that is very important to the entire continent of Oren, and of course, to you as well."

After speaking, he turned around and walked to a round table on the side of the main hall, and picked up a gold box from the table. With an expression that could almost be described as fear, he cautiously carried the box to Hong Ming and handed it to Hong Ming. gave it to the other party.

This time Hong Ming did not refuse, took the gold box, hesitated for a moment, and slowly lifted the lid.I saw a piece of copper product on a piece of bright red silk cloth in the box, about five inches long and thick as a knuckle.Although it is impossible to tell what it is at a glance, it is not difficult to tell that it is a remnant of a magic weapon because of the lingering immortal energy on it.

"This is?!" Hong Ming suddenly raised his head and looked at the bard.

The young man smiled, "It's familiar to you, right? Just like the magical artifacts you obtained in the Desert of Purgatory, the Maelstrom of Death, and the Forest of Nightmare, this should be what you're looking for."

Of course it is!But why are there only remnants, this thing... Ah, Hong Ming suddenly woke up. In his dream, he had heard a bell that stopped abruptly, and the copper bar in his hand was like the copper tongue in the bell. Is it a brass bell?What about its body?

"You know where it is." Hong Ming didn't use a question this time.If they have been following him and observing how he collects the fairy artifact, they should naturally know what effect he will have on this object.If such a remnant product is taken out in such an upright manner, the location of the original body may be the key.

"You figured it out." The poet smiled slightly, "That's right, our deal is this. Tell you where the body of this magic weapon is, and you go and collect it back."

"But why..." Although this thing is the magic weapon of the Nine Provinces Immortal Family, it is not completely useless to the powerful people in the Oren Continent, otherwise there would be no alienated Drought Lich King, or it would be able to trap the Green Dragon tree of doom.Why didn't they get the body by themselves and take this fairy artifact as their own?

"Why don't you look for it yourself? Of course it's because we have looked for it before." The poet stopped answering, took a step back, and motioned to the chief seat.

Hong Ming looked blankly at the lady sitting on the main seat. Now there is no doubt that she must be an Oren god, but why does the goddess stay in the world?He also flew up to the sky of Oren back then, and knew that there was a shielding barrier there. If the immortals in Kyushu could not easily descend to the sky, then the gods of Oren should not be able to use this form of power to fall into the mortal world. .And her power doesn't match what the immortal family should have. Even if the two worlds are different, a god should not only be equal to a Nascent Soul cultivator, right?The phrase "you also decline"... Did she encounter something that made her decline?

Various thoughts rolled in his heart, Hong Ming finally shook his head lightly, "This thing is extremely important to me, but why did you give it to me? Forgive me for not agreeing rashly."

After a while, a cold voice came from the high platform, "Since they sent you here to find the magic weapon, you should know about the great battle."

"Know a thing or two."

"I don't know why you guys have delayed for so long, but since you dared to send a junior like you to Oren, you have no intention of going to war again. Otherwise, you only need a few gods similar to those in the past... Humph."

There were some subtle emotions hidden in that contemptuous hum, but these were not what Hong Ming should know, and he didn't answer, just waiting for the goddess' words.

"As Epak said, we have looked for that magic weapon, but it is not something that mortals can easily obtain. And I am not suitable to get it myself."

"You are a god..."

"If I was still there, I shouldn't be staying in this palace." Su Luna replied coldly, and suddenly changed the subject, "Drow, you should know where your goddess Rose is."

"She is in the magic net of the pit." There was no temptation this time, and Sann quickly replied, "The goddess's body cannot pass through the barrier. She can come to the mortal world, and only her incarnation can enter the dark realm."

"That's right, this is the law of the gods. We are high on other planes, watching this world, manipulating it, maintaining its balance and order, but 2500 years ago, it was broken."

"Because of that war..."

"Because of that war." Su Luna's voice was flat, as if she was not the one who experienced that war. "Many gods just fell into a deep sleep, or fell directly. Others, like me, lost part of their godhead and fell into this world. When I woke up a thousand years ago, I found this half of the artifact, and used it to restore some Divine power, but it is far from enough. Through this thing, I can feel its body, and I have sent three teams to search for it, but none of them can come back alive."

"Several powerful expedition teams can go there without returning, and you can't go there yourself..." Saen muttered to himself, feeling uneasy. There are only a handful of regions on this continent that are still under the control of the true god. , and a goddess—or a demigod, whatever! ——There seems to be only one place in a dangerous place that no one can set foot on.

"That's right, drow. Because that thing fell in your home, the damned Underdark."

This sentence was like a steel file, instantly erasing the expression on Sarn's face, he slowly lowered his head and clenched his teeth.

Hong Ming pondered for a moment, then asked another question, "You should know that after I collect the artifact, I can no longer release it. If you need to absorb power from the artifact, you shouldn't pass it through my hand... I It was because of this that the poet left three years ago, so what made you change your mind?"

After a long time, the voice of the goddess sounded again in the hall.

"Because of the timing, there is no more suitable timing than now!"