362. Chapter 337 187 Magical Golden Bowl


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  "In the records of the lizard people, this is a special place that was selected, and it became the place where the ancient saints built their home. After that, the ancient saints began to carry out the treatment of some races that exist on this planet here. Enlightenment, such as how elves can master magic correctly, and how dwarves have the skills to forge runes.

  The most surprising thing is humans. At first, the ancient saints thought humans were too primitive, but humans’ ability to adapt to the environment is incredibly fast. This is also one of the reasons why humans were able to quickly take advantage of the rise of our colonial cities after we abandoned the colonies in the old world.

  So the ancient saints changed their minds and taught some secrets to the humans at that time. Those humans who were taught were called "Truth Speakers" ’, their duty is just like their name, to bring truth and enlightenment to those barbaric and ignorant compatriots, and then these earliest human civilizations began to spread all over the world.”

  Darkus said to the Druchi and Belloda introduced this place, he had to let them know what they were here for, instead of being confused.

  "Sounds like...a myth?" Colonia sighed.

  "Yes, a myth! Perhaps only the gods know what happened at that time." Darkus nodded in agreement. As far as he knew, those truth speakers at that time were very powerful, even stronger than the elves in terms of magical attainments.

  At the same time that Caledor, the dragon tamer, began to build the maelstrom, the Truth Speakers on Albion Island also sensed what the elves were going to do. The Truth Speaker asked his giant companions to erect huge stone formations on network nodes all over Obion Island, and gathered a large amount of chaotic energy blown south from the Arctic Chaos Wasteland to Obion Island, and even sent it back to the north. At that time, Obion Island was in distant contact with the Lustria continent and the Southland jungle in the south, one in the south and one in the north, which at the same time alleviated the pressure when the maelstrom was established. Without the actions of the Truth Speaker, the establishment of the Maelstrom would most likely have failed.

  However, Darkos did not say these words to the elves because there was no need.

  "If you look at this place from a sociological perspective, this island is extremely closed. According to the human lifespan, there will be a great possibility of degradation in these six thousand years, such as inbreeding or the inheritance of the truth speakers. Yes, for details, please refer to the shadow we encountered on the steep peaks.

  So, the purpose of our trip is to first find the truth speakers here to understand the situation? And in addition to these truth speakers, according to the description in the myth, There should be a temple city placed here by the Ancient Saint as a spiritual network node. In other words, we need to search for the ruins of the Ancient Saint like we did in our previous adventure in the Lustria jungle?" Colonia analyzed .

  "Yes, it's as I expected. If those Truth Speakers were still as good as they were back then, they would have known we were coming when we came, so we wouldn't have to wander around the island for a few days." Keus said somewhat angrily.

  "Ah~ I, the Druchi who should have been drinking from the abyss of the world, now have a sudden sense of mission! I can feel the burden of protecting this world on my shoulders!" Maranur changed the subject appropriately. .

  Except for Belloda who was in shock and thinking, the Druchi laughed in agreement again.

  "I have heard some rumors here..." Cradin said suddenly. He thought for a moment and then continued, "The sailors said that the humans here are cannibals, and there are also some stories about strange monsters in the swamp. Of course, in addition to In addition to these, there are entire islands shrouded in fog and surrounded by rocks. Sailors traveling to and from the old world rarely land here, and few sailors will tell about the dangerous voyages here." "

  Although the fog and rocks are aligned, Who knows if these stories are completely correct? The sailors who choose to log in here may not be able to return to Naggaroth. You know, when sailors are in taverns, houses of flesh and casinos, they are different from being on the ship. They Not known for their honesty," Cowell took over. His family ran these establishments in Krakarlond, and he knew all too well.

  "No matter what, you'll know next." Looking into the distance, Darkus saw a blurry column of smoke.

  After a long time, the team came to a relatively high place, overlooking an unusual village. Even in the misty twilight, the strangeness of the village was obvious.

  The village is built in the center of the lake like an island, surrounded by a group of reeds. The houses on the lakeside look like they are either on stilts or on artificial islands. Or maybe the word house is a wrong description, because the house looks so primitive, almost like it's made of straw and wood. It makes people feel weird. On this island with changeable weather, I wonder if this kind of house can be kept as it is, instead of being blown away or washed away by strong winds and heavy rains.

  "Someone is moving." Darkus looked at the village with his binoculars. He saw some people sitting on the pier fishing, and some people sitting in small boats drifting, doing something in their hands, as if they were fishing. There are also some children running and jumping around the fence, seeming to be waiting for the next dinner. As for the situation on the island in the middle of the lake, he couldn't see it. Although the people opposite were indigenous, it didn't mean they were stupid. Why could the situation in the village be seen in the highlands?

  "The situation seems to be better than we expected. At least they are not eating people. We can spend the night here. There will be food and warmth here. What should we do now?" Maranur discussed with Darkus after reading.

  "Peace!" Darkus opened his mouth and smiled at Maranur.

  Ren rode a Dilophosaurus and held the Jaguar battle flag, leading his Huangqi Shadow Hunters and his old partner Colonia towards the entrance of the village.

  Originally, Rennes also kindly invited Cowell, but Cowell refused in every possible way this time and said he would not go. It may be that the last adventure left a deep shadow on Cowell.

  "Stranger, what are you doing here?" A voice sounded in the ears of Ren and Drucci.

  But I could only hear his voice but not see his person. Upon hearing the sound, the Huangqi Shadow Hunters immediately drew their weapons and were on alert, and Colonia also prepared their hands to deal with the next situation.

  "Peace! There is no need for violence between us. I just asked a very ordinary question." There was softness and lightness in the words, but there was no weakness at all.

  "In my hometown, you usually introduce yourself before asking others." Ren said in lizard language with his head raised and his chin raised.

  As Ren finished speaking, a person appeared in front of him out of thin air. He was an old man, as rough as an oak branch, but he looked very strong.

  The old man wears a pleated plaid cloak that blends perfectly with the environment on Obion Island. There was a long sword on his back that didn't fit his attire at all. Renn couldn't accurately describe the feeling. The long sword was more like the Sword of the God Sect in Chupa Coco's hand. He was leaning on a spear with an obvious Aboriginal style, as if the spear was like a stick. The facial features on his face looked extremely uncoordinated, and the strange angular tattoos on his face further destroyed the sense of coordination. . The yellowed teeth were exposed in his smile, which had an indescribable meaning, especially the fear that shone in his blue pupils.

  "Elves from Nagaroth, although you always come and go as you please, you shouldn't come here."

  Renn was stunned for a moment, and just looked at the old man with suspicious eyes, and the old man blew a whistle.

  Many archers suddenly appeared from the dense reeds, and behind them were spearmen holding long-handled harpoons? In a sense, this must be the spearman, and Ren was a little confused.

  "As you said, there is no need for violence!" After reacting, Ren continued to speak in lizard language.

  "Of course, unless you hand over your weapons now!" the old man said.

  Ren frowned, he found that this old monkey was a bit shameless.

  At this time it started to rain again.

  "First of all, you have to make it clear that as the Oracle of the Ancient Saint, I am here to negotiate with you under the will of the Ancient Saint Umak, not Druch from Nagaros!" Renn showed no sign of weakness! 's shot back.

  "It seems as I thought, their inheritance is broken." Colonia reminded in a low voice.

  The old man shook his head and then made a gesture.

  Arrows flashed in the air, attacking Renn and other Drucci.

  Colonia, who had been prepared for a long time, waved away the arrow that was about to hit her eyes with a slight wave. Then her fingers moved flexibly with the rotation of her wrist, and then she flattened her palms and pushed towards her attacker.

  The magic wind on this island is so unpredictable, but fortunately Colonia can easily master it with his current level. The Slann Demon Priest who was not good at words did not hold anything back when teaching these female sorcerers. He tried his best and taught whatever he could. Apart from following the clan mother in the Tower of Destruction, this was her second time. This is the first time she has studied so fulfillingly. After two and a half years of studying, she is no longer an intern.

  The metal transformed by the wind of Qianmen trapped the old man and the group of natives behind him. They stood there like stones, unable to move.

  It was only then that Renn saw clearly the reed tubes held in the mouths of the natives. These reed tubes were obviously cut to allow them to breathe in the water. He felt that this was like a trick. He looked at the old man, who was still trying hard to resist Colonia's magic. He didn't know whether it was rain or cold sweat on his forehead. He looked at Colonia again and shook his head speechlessly. He thought Colonia was right.

  "Servant of Malekith, your magic is very powerful, but the light will defeat you!"

  Renn was really a little angry. Although the rain was loud, he still heard the wheels turning and the cold lizard's hind limbs stamping hard. The sound on the ground, he didn't want to appear so worthless in front of Darkus. He jumped off the saddle of the Dilophosaurus and quickly came to the old man, staring at the strange geometric patterns tattooed on the old man's face.

  "I am Renn Takaia. I am from Naggaroth. As you said, I am a servant of His Majesty the Witch King, but you have to figure it out! If I want to destroy you, confuse you, or destroy you This poor barbaric village, I have done it a long time ago! Neither you nor your followers, nor your childish magic can stop me! Wake up and look behind me, is this power something you can stop?" Ren roared sharply.

  "Just like you said, peace! Although I am Druchi, I have always spoken to you as the Oracle of the Ancient Holy One! There is a fine line between courage and stupidity, but you have crossed it. This boundary has been crossed. Be wise and don't be so confused."

  "This may be just a trick of yours. You may hope to confuse us or bring us doom in some dark and terrible way..." the old man said.

  Ren's teeth were so angry that he wanted to slap the old man in the face, and then gouge out his eyes with a razor blade.

  "You are telling the truth, peace! Untie us."

  Ren stretched out the index finger of his right hand with some annoyance, pointed at the old man, and then looked back at Colonia.

  Colonia shrugged nonchalantly, the spell broken.

  The old man and his villagers were able to move freely again. The villagers fell to the ground, their weapons slipping from their weak fingers.

  "Are you the Truth Talker?"

  "Yes, I am."

  "We need shelter and a place to spend the night, and our leader will talk to you in the evening." "

  Yes, as you wish. .Tonight, you are guests." The old man said enthusiastically. His attitude at this moment was completely opposite to that before. The cold lizard stepped into the water with its hind limbs, but it seemed to be floating in the water. Instead of sinking, it floated up.

  Darkus poked his head out and took a look, and he understood why this was happening. Under the water, there was a narrow causeway, cleverly hidden by the water, and could only be seen from a short distance. The natives obviously knew the way, so they didn't need to look down. In his opinion, this is a simple and effective system, like a moat, but it is of no use in the face of overwhelming power.

  If Darkus looked closer, he could see the growth rings of the wood on the causeway. And there are some strange half-human, half-animal engravings buried beneath the foundations as inscriptions to make the causeway safe.

  When the Druchi team approached the village gate, the women in the village were still hiding on the low wooden guardrails with bows, arrows and harpoons looking at them with hostility. It was obvious that these women were the last reserves of the village. Under the arrangement of Ren Xing and the old man, the narrow streets of the village were deserted. After all, the cold lizards were no joke, but there was no way the cold lizards could be left outside the village. Who knows what would happen at night.

  "They are our guests, they control us, but they don't kill us. They say they are not our enemies, and until they prove otherwise, I will believe their words." The old man who was walking in the front with the potion suddenly suddenly He stopped and spoke to the dark space between the two houses.

  "No matter who she is, she shouldn't be there, she should apply the potion." Ren, who was following the old man on a Dilophosaurus, glanced into the darkness and said.

  A girl came out of the darkness with a hand ax that was very much in the Norse style.

  The girl's facial features were covered by blue paint, leaving only a rough outline. She was dressed in a very Celtic style, but it was not Gallic green, but British blue. She wears a headdress made of dark feathers and decorated with metal. Her long hair is braided into complex braids and tied behind her head. Her dark blue loose robe is embroidered with white winding lines and geometric patterns. A leather belt is tied around the waist, and several strings of beads made of natural materials are worn on the wrists and neck. The beads are strung with some ornaments with four-leaf clovers, triangles and spiral patterns.

  Coupled with the ax in hand, there is an indescribable feeling, which is both rough and elegant? It's weird anyway. And a strange scene happened. The cold lizards did not attack the girl who had not applied the potion, but... were very peaceful.

  "This girl is not simple, she has a strong magical talent." Drusala whispered to Darkus.

  "Yes." Belloda also agreed.

  "No, Grandpa, as I said before, they are sent by the Ancient Saints, and they will not harm us." The girl first touched Ren's Dilophosaurus curiously, and then said to the old man.

  The Dilophosaurus tilted his head and glanced at the girl, then lowered his head and handed the two spines on his head to the girl.

  "How did you know?" Darkus, who was watching this scene, asked curiously.

  "I got a prediction that you will land in the west and come here."

  "Oh? What else did you see?"

  The girl pouted, seeming to be recalling something, and then shook her head with a little regret.

  "There is a cloud hanging in the northwest, and the phoenix falls into the crows." Darkus muttered, maybe this girl is really what the sorceresses said, and then waved his hand to signal the team to continue marching. He did not want to stand on the street Let’s chat.

  After arranging tents for resting at night, fences for cold lizards, and patrol duties, etc., a group of Drukhi dignitaries arrived at the largest longhouse in the village.

  As the door creaked open, Darkus felt the smell of mud and pickled fish hitting his face, accompanied by the barking of dogs and children.

  Belloda raised his hand to his nose and coughed lightly. Compared with this unpleasant smell, the stench of the potion on his body was nothing.

  A little boy was frightened by the sudden appearance of the guests and cried. Then the other children also started crying, and the dog that was following them also started barking. The scene became chaotic for a while, but their mother soon drove them away. gone.

  Darkus shook his head. He felt very noisy. He could clearly feel the hostility and prying eyes of these indigenous people. The indigenous people looked curious and scared. It seemed that it was the first time for the indigenous people to see so many strangers. in the village where they live. But he ignored it and didn't give any candy to those children. What he has to do is get used to it, maybe the rest of the journey will be like this.

  The hall of the longhouse was long and low, lit by torches soaked in pitch. It is obvious that this is some kind of tribal public banquet and living room. There is a huge fireplace on the large facing wall. Some of the indigenous escorts are either cross-legged or squatting. Although the postures are different, they all have a crude look. arms.

  "My name is Puir, and I welcome you to this hall." The old man said.

  "Dakuus, Scourge of Hell, thank you for your welcome." After speaking, Darkus walked up to Puir and extended his right hand.

  Puir was stunned for a moment, and then extended his right hand as well.

  Darkus glanced at Renn first, as if he was looking for where the camera was, and then he held Puyr's hand for a moment and then separated.

  "Strange ritual."

  "Yes, strange ritual." Darkus said with a smile.

  Then Ren and other Drucci carried out the prepared gifts, which were nothing more than some specialties from the Lustria continent, and of course a staff used by the Skink Priests.

  "I hope you like it."

  "Thank you, I like it very much. This is the first time I have seen such a beautiful staff." Puir began to play with the staff in his hand, and he said with some joy.

  Darkus shook his head slightly. He knew that he had encountered a stick. He probably didn't understand it as well as his granddaughter, but this was a good start, wasn't it? At least the old man's head was not hanging on the village gate, which proved that this diplomacy got off to a relatively good start. Then he motioned for the Druchs to sit down around the long table.

  After playing with it for a while, Puir sat down with his staff. His action was like a signal. Then the wine barrel was carried out by the natives, and some bowls, plates and wine glasses were also placed on Druchi. in front of.

  Darkus was a little surprised. It seemed that these natives had some wealth and did not make some wooden cups. Bowls, plates and wine glasses usually made of precious metals are a symbol of prosperity, but... this cannot be connected with the surrounding environment, it can only be said that the ancestors have expanded it.

  Moreover, the tableware placed in front of Darkus is made of gold sheets, and the outer ring of the bowl is decorated with hare, deer and moon, which may be related to some kind of ceremony or night. The same goes for wine glasses, with their silver exteriors decorated with patterns and animal reliefs and their interiors embellished with gold threads.

  Puyr simply tapped the barrel, and a strong smell of alcohol came out, followed by golden liquid appearing in the glass.

  Darkus glanced at Drusala first, and when Drusala nodded, he picked up the wine glass and said exaggeratedly.

  "Ah~ the magical golden bowl and the legendary Obien whiskey, thank you for your hospitality." Darkus glanced at Drusala first, and when Drusala nodded, he picked up the wine glass and boasted said.

  After smelling the aroma of the wine, Darkus raised the glass and drank it in one gulp. The whiskey in the glass was like water to him.

  Puir's wine glass was still raised in the air. After seeing Darkus' actions, he also drank it in one gulp.

  The actions of Darkus and Puyr attracted warm cheers from Druchi and the natives. The Druchies were more interested in having fun, while the natives sincerely admired people who could drink heavily.

  "I can feel the aroma of grains, very good wine." Darkus could feel the wine burning his tongue and blowing strong smoke into the back of his throat and into his nostrils.

  "Very good, big drinker."

  As Puyr finished speaking, drinks appeared in all the wine glasses on the long table.

  It seems that this group of natives on Obion Island like to drink, and they like people who drink heavily. This is very good. This is a good signal, Darkus looked around and thought.

  After the second glass of wine was consumed, the cooked food was placed on the long table one after another, and music began to play in the corner of the hall.

  "Drinker, what brought you to Obien?" Puyr asked curiously.

  Darkus stretched out his lower lip and blew air onto his nose and forehead. Although Puir's wrinkled face looked plain, his eyes showed strong interest. He did not answer Puyr immediately, but tapped the wine glass on the knuckle of his index finger and motioned to Puyr at the same time.

  "My companions and I are going to the old world, and we passed by Obien Island, so we came here." Darkus said casually. After three glasses of whiskey, he was already a little energetic. Fortunately, he was there. After eating something to pad his stomach before coming, he leaned back on the chair, spread his hands and continued, "We need to make a detailed assessment of the situation here. The situation in the entire world is very bad now." "

  Assessment What? Of course, if you don't want to say it, I won't pry." Puyr asked curiously after burping.

  Darkus did not answer Puyr immediately, but smiled at Puyr and rang the wine glass again.

  Sorry, _(:з」∠)_
  I didn’t eat the right thing this morning, and I’ve been out of shape all day.

  There are Celtic myths behind the Causeway and the Golden Bowl.
 

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