Treasure hunter, sailing on the blue sea

A large number of temple buildings can still be seen in this small city, and the overall style is still the same as that seen in the Vastva ruins.

It is majestic, but correspondingly looks very simple.

The Arkadians looked around the city.

There were Vastvas all around, eyeing them with curious eyes.

Alka could see that most of the civilians here looked slightly thin.

There are very obvious symptoms of insufficient nutritional intake.

Not only these civilians, but also some of those who just came with the great elder are in this situation.

Only people like Kavala or Vata look slightly normal.

Soon the rickety old man.

The man they called the Great Elder led the Alkaji people into the tallest building in the entire city.

"This is the Tower of Autumn, the last of the four towers that is still well-preserved." The great elder introduced it to several people.

Lucilia, who was sitting on Alka's shoulder, turned to look at the appearance of the entire tower.

It can be seen that this tower is very old, but it can also be seen from some of the structures and layout inside that this tower should have been very strong and had many abilities when it was at its most glorious.

Many exposed magic circulation lines have been seen on the wall, as well as some carved but long-worn incantations.

"Is this one of the Towers of Four Seasons?"

"It seems that you really know some of the culture of Vastva, so are the Winter Tower and the Great Temple really outside?" The great elder stopped next to a table with his cane and sat down slowly. asked from his position.

Alka nodded: "If the map is correct, the extended corner is indeed outside."

After saying that, at the gesture of the great elder, several people sat down at the table.

There are still some people standing around, who should be considered some of the leaders of the existing Vastva people.

Then the whole room fell silent.

After the great elder coughed twice, he slightly raised his head and looked at the Alkas opposite.

"I'm here to ask you to help us. We hope to leave this place with our tribe. In exchange, everything the Vastva people have can be given to you."

The great elder said this very firmly, and the others behind him had no intention of stopping it. It was obvious that they all had such determination.

Hearing this, Alka looked at them and then waved his hand and said: "Of course, you are free. If you want to go out, I can open the door."

Hearing this, the great elder and those behind him showed visible joy on their faces.

"Thank you, thank you."

Alka looked at them and said: "Although I don't want to say it clearly, I think it is unlikely that you will survive even if you go out."

"What do you mean?" a tall and thin man behind the great elder asked with a frown.

Their originally joyful expressions also froze on their faces.

"You should know clearly how many years you have been trapped here, right?"

Hearing Alka's question, the great elder nodded.

"Of course, we will always remember. According to the recorded city calendar year 4143, we were trapped in this world.

And now 36826 years have passed. "

"More than 36,000 years?" Even though he knew they had been trapped for so long, Alka couldn't help but feel a little shocked when he heard the length of time.

What kind of exaggerated length of time is that?

To be honest, it was completely impossible for Alka to imagine it. This was beyond the scope of his thinking.

In his mind, hundreds or even thousands of years are already a very exaggerated length of time.

But when he saw that the Wastva people had been trapped in this place for more than 36,000 years, he couldn't help but feel sympathy for them.

He must admire that this is really a strong race.

For so many lengths of time it has not been destroyed.

"But according to speculation, the war between gods was actually just over 30,000 years ago." Simon suddenly said.

"In other words, the time period when the Vastva city-state was destroyed was actually thousands of years before the end of the War of Gods?" Xia Daiti asked after thinking about it.

She felt that it was hard to believe what she said.

Did it turn out that the God War has been going on for so many years?

In other words, in fact, in the era of Vastva's destruction, the God War had not yet begun?

This is unknown.

"We'll talk about these things later." Alka interrupted their conversation and said.

If the history of the Wastva people is really well preserved, it is very likely that they will see the stories of that golden age in detail.

But the focus now is obviously not this.

As he spoke, he turned to look at the Great Elder and others, and said to them seriously: "You have been trapped here for so long, so I will tell you about the general situation outside after you were trapped here. "

The great elder nodded, and the rest of the people behind him also pricked up their ears slightly.

The ears are really slightly perked up.

Just like Alka and the others, they are curious about how these people have survived here for the past 30,000 years, and what happened 30,000 years ago. They are also curious, what happened outside during the 30,000 years they were trapped?

"I want to confirm that when you were trapped here, what did you know about the outside world? Was there a war going on among the gods at that time?"

Hearing Alka's question, the great elder turned to look at the person behind him.

That's because there are slightly younger women.

Looking at the Great Elder's eyes, she nodded, took a step forward, looked at Alka and the others and said: "According to the historical records we have preserved, we were resisting the large-scale invasion of the God of War at that time.

But at this moment Reckless Meade led his troops to attack us. In that sudden war, the high priest at that time closed our spatial connection point with the outside world.

But at this time, Reckless used his ability to force the temple and the area where the Tower of Winter, which was closing the node, to break and damage.

This resulted in fractures on both sides. At first we thought the gate would open soon, until the gate never opened again, we knew something was wrong outside. "

Alka nodded: "Was the war between the gods fierce at that time?"

"The disputes are just a little more intense than usual."

Got it, the early days of the war. So, wars between gods are actually normal?

It's just that this time it's spreading, and it's getting bigger and bigger.

"Well, anyway, after you were imprisoned, the war between the gods became more and more intense, until the war broke the world into pieces."

Hearing this, the great elder and the people behind him became a little unable to hold their nerve.

It took tens of thousands of years to finally wait for the dawn, but the outside turned out to be broken.

"Okay, listen to me."

"When the world was shattered into pieces, the surviving gods left one after another. In the end, only four gods chose to stay. They began to use their own abilities to repair the broken world and reluctantly pieced it back together.

These four gods are Holy...Stone Mother, Poseidon, Wise Man, and Life. "

After finishing speaking, Alka looked at them.

She was still the woman who stood up. She frowned: "I know the Stone Mother and the Poseidon. But the wise man and the life?"

Obviously, she had never heard of the names of these two gods.

"It's normal that I haven't heard of it. Maybe they changed their name.

After all, more than 30,000 years have passed, right? "

If Alka refers to the Stone Mother as the Holy Mother, they may not understand who it is either.

In other words, the only one who has not changed his title since ancient times is Poseidon.

“In the end, the world became based on the ocean, and the fragments that once existed were spliced ​​on top to form various islands.

So now there is a world of ocean outside. "

"How is this done? The world should have its own consciousness. If it is broken, the world will be dead. Even if it is spliced ​​together, the world should be damaged and destroyed."

The man who looked to be in middle age because his hair was a little thin said with a frown.

He seemed to not understand the way this broken world was maintained.

Hearing this, Alka was cautious.

It seems that the Vastva people also have some research on the consciousness of the world.

"Then I don't know. Anyway, this is how the world works now, and it has been running for tens of thousands of years."

Hearing Alka's words, some people nodded. They could only understand this when they went out.

"So what do you mean by mortal danger?" one of them asked, looking at Alka.

Alka pointed at the two Kavalas who came up with them.

"Did you see the allergic reactions on both of them?"

At this time, there were still some red spots on the two people's bodies that had not completely faded away, and they could still see the traces of these allergies on their bodies.

"High magic syndrome is an allergic reaction caused by exposure to too high a magic power." A woman said.

Alka nodded: "Yes, if it is just because of the magic contained in the magic mist I spread that you have such allergic symptoms. Then the outside world is full of magic in the air, you can really survive ?

Every breath, every object, every action. Everything around is full of magic. "

Alka felt that even in a deliberately low-demon environment like Home Sea, they might not be able to survive, and they would definitely be weakened by the environment.

Not to mention the Boundless Sea, a place where normal mortals would have the magic power in their bodies active due to the high-magic environment.

Even ordinary people living in the world who suddenly enter such an environment will die unexpectedly due to the overactive magic power in their bodies.

The people in front of them will be allergic to any high magic power. Taking a few breaths outside may actually trigger an internal allergic reaction, causing various problems.

"Is it really full of magic outside?" The woman who just answered the symptoms murmured to herself.

They have developed serious separation from the outside world, as well as problems with their worldview and cognitive attitudes.

Then he looked up at the Great Elder and said, "Great Elder, if this is really the case, we will definitely not be able to go out rashly. We will not be able to survive outside at all."

"You have been here for more than 30,000 years, and the environment here has already changed some of your physical conditions." In order to adapt to the environment for such a long time, some changes are inevitable.

The great elder held his face in pain. He didn't know what to do now.

If you stay here, you will die. If you go out, you will die immediately.

Looking at them, Alka suggested: "If you don't mind, you can tell me some of your difficulties. I think I should be able to provide you with some help."

Upon hearing this, the great elder and those behind him looked at each other, and then the great elder looked at him.

"If that's okay, thank you so much."

"It's just a little effort."

It was impossible for him to really watch so many people die in vain.

"The biggest problem we face now is that we don't have much food anymore, and all the magic here has been consumed by us."

The most basic food needs?

According to what they learned, there were tens of thousands of Wastva people left, and it would indeed be a huge expense to feed so many people.

But for them, it's actually quite acceptable.

After thinking about it, Alka stood up and said to them: "If you don't mind, please take us to visit your city. I want to see with my own eyes the problems you face before I can come up with a solution.

"No problem." Then the great elder picked two people from behind and took Alka and the others out of the tower.

The rest of the people stayed in the tower to discuss what Alka had just said.

This is also a discussion process that Alka gave them. Only in this way can they have a better dialogue.

"Let's take a look at your food-making process first," Alka said.

When he communicated with Waku outside before, he got a general idea of ​​their food. Now they just want to see it with their own eyes, and the people leading them are the woman who just told the history and a man who said little.

"You can call me Larbert," the male Vastva said.

"My name is Afia." The female Wastva who seemed to know a lot about history introduced herself.

Alka and the others nodded, then followed behind them.

While chatting, they came to what seemed to be the edge of the city.

This is an ordinary house, but there are patrols patrolling around it.

What they held in their hands were very simple stick weapons.

Obviously, what they have to guard against are just thieves of the same race.

For outsiders like Alka, everyone cast curious glances at them, which was unique.

After entering, the room is not big except for the storage area. What Alka saw was the same battery used to store magic power that they had seen before, but this battery was larger and more rugged.

Alka looked at the magic power inside, and found that the total amount was equivalent to the magic power in the body of a toucher who was less than the second stage.

It really can’t be called much.

The magic power is connected to a funnel-like machine. There is a relatively complex mechanical structure in the center and inside of the funnel.

Then a worker next to him was a little nervous, but still threw some gray but green-looking plants in.

"These plants are the reason why we settled here, and it was the only land left that could still grow plants," Larbert explains.

Then several people saw various plant roots condensing in the magic power, and brown-green liquid flowed out from below.

It exudes a faint fragrance, but the appearance obviously doesn't look very good.

It feels more like some kind of medicine than food.

"Then you can produce such a nutrient solution, which is condensed by magic power and plant nutrients." Larbert introduced.

Then he handed the nutrient solution to Alka.

Alka looked at it and gave it to the people behind him.

"To be honest, apart from bringing some nutrition, this really can't be considered food." Simon said looking at the thing in his hand.

Alka nodded indeed.

But if you understand the current situation here, you can understand it.

But they must not let Huanlu see this thing. He might start to study it strangely, and he might let them taste it at some point.

"What about water? What do you say about water?" Alka asked.

"Use magic power and then use the water-making spell to create water." Afia next to him said directly.

This is simple and much more direct.

"In other words, the magic power consumed in making water should be the majority of yours, right?" Alka asked.

But it actually doesn't feel right. After all, these people don't have a strong odor on their bodies.

If water is such an important resource, then they can obviously do without a bath.

"That's true, but we have an artifact that can create a large amount of water with a very small amount of magic power."

Hearing this, Alka nodded clearly.

The so-called artifact should mean treasure.

After all, they knew from some records that the Vastva people should indeed have several treasures.

For example, there are three treasures left inside that represent the seasons: spring, summer, and autumn, as well as many treasures that are not related to the seasons.

The Hidden Eye should all be holding a treasure.

Of course, this is just speculation. After all, the world and power system of that era were different.

"The treasure should have a lot of energy, right? It's unlikely that you are so worried about magic power." Simon suddenly discovered something and asked.

"Is it an artifact? We have drained most of the magic power from the artifacts."

Is that outrageous?