The impression that Oracle gave to Dacus was that of ease and elegance. If you didn't look closely, you wouldn't be able to tell that she was blind. Darkus didn't simply think that she had been walking these halls for so long that she had memorized all the obstacles.
This is indeed not the case. The room that the female guards were guarding before was very small, and the walls were carved with more abstract patterns that seemed to depict some cosmic stars. In the center is a huge and perfect stone egg with similar patterns carved on it. There is a pit on the top of the stone egg, and something is lying inside.
But that's all. Darkus knew that it must be the creation of the Old Saint, but he didn't touch it without following the instructions. He still wanted it, and he didn't want to wear Sargeras' Cursed Vision COS. Illidan.
Darkus chatted with Oracle for a long time and asked all the questions that needed to be asked. When he finally left, Oracle made a gesture, and an illusion appeared in the luminous mist rising between his hands.
The vision showed two miniature wizards, two albino twins, one dressed in black and one in gold. Their heads are bald or shaved, and their fingers are like claws.
To Darkus, these two wizards who came from the Path of the Ancient Saint looked exactly like Chaos Warlocks.
"Then let's do this for now. A lot of things happened today. Maybe you should rest." As Darkus said, he stretched out his hand again. After thinking about something, he continued, "From now on, just shake hands. This is my usual etiquette.
" Darkus left. By the time he walked out of the waterfall, it was already midnight, and a circle of lights around the lake was brightly lit. On one side was Druchi's neat and orderly camp, and on the other side was a mess, without any order, full of chaos. It didn't look like a military camp, but a tribal gathering place. The two camps were once in a semi-confrontation. He knew that the last wave of troops from the Boreni tribe was coming, and almost all the reserve forces that could be mobilized on Obion Island were here.
"My brother, is everything going well? Did the witch cook some green soup for you to drink?" Maranur, who was putting his legs on the table and leaning on the back of his chair to look at the roof of the tent and thinking about something, saw Da. After Keus entered the door, he adjusted his posture and stood up. He took out the cup that was upside down on the long table and poured wine while asking casually.
"Drink it. I'll bring some back. Do you want me to spit it out for you now?" After speaking, Darkus pulled out the chair and sat down, taking the white grape juice that Maranur had filled and drank it. He still sat first on the side of the long table, while Maranur sat opposite him.
"I don't understand, why are you obsessed with drinking this non-alcoholic juice?" Maranur asked casually as he sat down, then took out chewing tobacco from his arms and started chewing it.
With three years of cultivation on the Cawchen Plain, Maranur's chewing tobacco has been replenished.
"I like it! Just like you don't like using pipes, but you like Lustria's chewing tobacco." Darkus pointed with the index finger of his right hand.
"I like the feeling of chewing. Krakalond's chewing tobacco has a strange smell that I can't describe." Maranur spread his hands and said, thinking of something, he then asked, "Why do they live in this ghost place?" ? Where did they find the food?"
"The tribes brought sacrifices, and the female guards raised goats and sheep on higher ground." "The
orcs discovered these traces and followed them here?"
"Things are more complicated than that. It's even scarier than you think, and this place is sacred to them. It is said that a long time ago, a True Speaker tried to pray to the Ancient Saint after getting lost in the mountains. The Ancient Saint guided the True Speaker to avoid the hunting wolves. The crowd and the blizzard. Afterwards, the True Speaker found the Altar of Light deep in the cave and gave the True Speaker magical powers." "
An ancient artifact? A creation of the ancient saints?"
"Yes, I saw it in that cave. , but I didn’t try it, that thing is a bit evil. In return for gaining the vision of the Truth Speaker, the ancient saint’s creation gave him another kind of vision.” Darkus pointed to his eyes as he spoke.
"Being summoned?" Maranur asked curiously.
"They knew when to come here, just as the Old Truther knew when her hour of death would come to her, and the Old Ones' creation gave them this knowledge." "
Although I still don't understand the Old Ones, I The creations I have seen are all...normal? Or are they strange? Did they not use them correctly?"
"My brother, you and I are thinking of the same thing."
Just like the pair of Darkus and Maranur While the brothers were chatting, the core Drukhi dignitaries and Belloda all entered the tent.
Genevieve was busy putting down the drinks and food, and then left the tent. She had no interest in such a boring meeting, and it was still night. Darkus guessed that she should go to visit the opposite tribe at night. .
"Some good news, some bad news. There are only female guards around Oracle, and those female guards are trained as druids and truth speakers. And the main force of the truth speakers go to various parts of the island to summon giants, although the giants do not It will harm the natives on the island, but the giants will only obey the command of the True Speaker. The orcs are interested in those giants. If the True Speaker is gone, their shamans may be able to worship or command the giants like they did in the old world. They have to They said their timing was very good." After seeing all the members gathered, Darkus began to tell.
"The good news is that the Truth Talkers are still a group. Although they are internally unstable, the ancient brotherhood has not broken down. They have not turned away from the truth and light and turned around to serve the things they are trying to contain. However, this crisis cannot be solved well. It's hard to say. Although they are truth speakers, they are only mortals, and the darkness is immortal. They are prone to mistakes and corruption." "
A power from the old world of Sylvania, following the ancient saint's instructions The path came here, led by two Chaos Warlocks, and occupied the northern temple city. Just like we were transported by the Slann magic priests when we were in Lustria, thoughts and illusions can pass through the Path of the Old Ones, It can also pass through living beings. The temple city must be cleared and the roads closed again, otherwise this land is doomed." "
If this place is occupied by darkness, then Ulthuan is bound to be affected too, and this may also be the case with Kaler. One of the reasons for Duo's awakening?" Maranur asked with a frown while Darkus was drinking white grape juice.
"Almost."
"Do we have to do this? Yes, because this is our time! We should not give away what should belong to us to others." Maranur said seriously.
Belloda, who was sitting in the corner, frowned when she heard Maranur's words, but she didn't say anything.
"Because no one else in Albion had the ability or knowledge to do these things, their line of knowledge was broken. It is said that after the temple city fell into the hands of the evil forces of Chaos, they drove out the orcs and bound the orcs who worshiped God."
"God?" All the Druchi exclaimed.
"They bound a god? With all due respect, I think the creatures that can do this are a bit more than we can handle." Maranur spread his hands and said teasingly.
"That is not a real god. It is one of the creations of the ancient saints and the guardian of the temple city." Darkus laughed first, and then said seriously after laughing.
"Sir, what kind of monster is it?" Cowell asked cautiously, remembering the spider monster he encountered in the swamp ruins before.
"One of the giants of Albyn, these giants were created long ago by the Old Ones to guard the treasures and secrets of the Old Ones. The giants are nearly immortal, becoming dumber as the energies of Chaos and time corrode them, This is still good. Some fell into the worship of Chaos and other evil behaviors. They became evil predatory creatures, preying on all creatures weaker than them, but they still behaved in a strange way. They perform their duties in a different way, subject to the constraints imposed on them by the ancient saints. Although they can hunt, they usually haunt the old places where they used to move, treating them as their own lairs." "With the gradual
collapse of the guiding stone system , Bad, the giant guarding the temple city has been corroded the most, so it is naturally corrupted." Colonia said noncommittally.
"Yes! A mighty Cyclops named Magregor, who was the great slayer of dragons and behemoths of his time before his brain turned dark and acquired a thirst for killing. He was like a hillock He is so tall that he can break the walls of the castle with a single blow of his stick." Darkus said in an extremely exaggerated tone, and made grandiose gestures as he spoke. "A stupid giant like a mountain, two powerful chaos magicians? What else? Three dragons? Four giant beasts?" Maranur also worked hard to coordinate with Darkus' performance and made exaggerated statistics. .
"Chaos Warlocks will not act alone. They have their bodyguards, and with the collapse of the Ancient Saint's Path, maybe they will bring more and more Chaos Warbands through the passage and come here every day." Coloni Ya said somewhat seriously.
"Then there's an army of Chaos. Very well - this seems simple enough. How about we go in and challenge them all to a duel?" Maranur was still saying grandly.
The Druchi dignitaries laughed when they heard Maranur's words, and Colonia also shook his head helplessly.
"The purpose of our trip is the temple city in the north and the nearby lead fort." Darkus said seriously after laughing. After a pause, he stretched out the index finger of his right hand again and continued, "This It involves a core issue."
"Time difference! Lustria mode?" Maranur also became serious. He was joking when he should be joking, and being serious when he should be serious. He could distinguish clearly.
"Yes, now that we are here, the force blocking us must be destroyed, but there is a lot of room for maneuver." After finishing speaking, Darkus stretched his hand in the direction of Renne, who was sitting in third place.
Ren was stunned for a moment, then took out the locked book from his arms, unlocked it, turned to the map page and handed it over.
"The first is Obion Island. Everyone has seen the topography of this island. It is low in the south and high in the north. If we want to move here, the south is the most suitable for us." Darkus put the notebook on the table and said. While gesticulating up and down.
"If the weather could be changed, the southernmost swamp and the land near the pillar could be comparable to the Kauchen Plain." Alyssa, who is preparing to become an agricultural expert, said with certainty.
"Perhaps we can expand based on the ruins in the Swamp Mist and build a city of the same level as Ashriel." Cowell added.
"With the Beast Peak as the boundary, the mountains in the north are ruled by the lizardmen, and the plains in the south are ruled by us, Lustria model!" Drusala, who rarely happens in meetings, said.
"Yes, we are recreating the Lustria model here, attacking and defending at the same time!" Darkus first affirmed Drusala, and then continued, "Of course this is only in the general direction, times have changed, and now Unlike when we colonized the Old World and other areas of the world, we can't kill them all, so we have to use another way to dominate them, such as dumping cheap goods while disrupting their political situation or controlling them. The leader, and also let the old world act as a barrier to resist the forces coming down from Norsca and the Arctic Chaos Wasteland." "
Navy! This requires an extremely large navy and a large number of merchant ships." Sitting in the corner Belloda frowned again. She believed that Darkus's plan overlapped with that of the Ulthuan Navigation Family, but the specifics were somewhat contradictory. However, the dark side of her heart believed that Darkus's method might be more effective. efficient? She suggested in a low voice, and then she was stunned. She didn't even know why she said these words just now.
"Yes, our Stormweaver Priest is right, Navy! And this will become our outpost to dominate the old world." Darkus shared with Durou what he had discussed with Maranur before. Strange people heard about blockading various sea areas, transfer stations, bridgeheads and the like.
"My evaluation of that group of indigenous people is that they have no courage, and this courage cannot be compared with that of the Yankees." After Maranur finished speaking, he turned his attention to Selire.
"There is no discipline, lack of effective command, relying solely on personal bravery. When fighting, they swarm forward, but when defeated, they retreat all over the mountains and plains. Moreover, the weapons and armor ratio are not good. I didn't see the weapons of the gods just now, I only saw a small amount of iron weapons and a large number of bronze objects. Except for a few so-called warriors who have strange bi-horned helmets, the others all wear shawls. Sorry, I don’t know much about them. Maybe the woad war patterns on their bodies can provide defense like the wild orcs? If possible, we can try it tomorrow Try them." Selire nodded and began to evaluate.
As an officer of the Ebon Claw Cold Lizard Dread Knights, Selilei has superb military skills, and he also participated in the last attack on Ulthuan in his early years, but it was already in its final stages.
"We expect to stay here for two days, waiting for the other giants to arrive here, and find a chance to try them tomorrow." Darkus touched his chin and thought for a moment before saying decisively.
"I am prepared to fight side by side with them, but I am not prepared to fight side by side with them." Darkus saw the questioning look in Maranur's eyes, and he said vaguely.
Although Darkus didn't explain it clearly, Druchi who was present understood that they now gathered around Darkus and no longer did bad work, but that didn't mean that they wouldn't do bad work.
Darkus has double standards. He rejects others from doing bad work, but it's another matter when he does it himself. He just wants to do bad work. He is prepared to follow what Great Britain did to the Gallic chickens in the 20th century. While supporting the natives of Obien Island, he also wants to reduce their numbers.
Since they are planning to stay here for a long time, the Poreni and Beleni tribes living in the southern plains will definitely have to be reduced. Not only will the numbers be reduced, but the authority of the chiefs will also be weakened. Later, the indigenous people will be transformed into city-states or free territories.
What Darkus has to do now is to solve this crisis and at the same time make the indigenous people suffer, and then properly restore the spiritual network system here, cultivate some truth speakers who can be controlled by him, and then he can Let these truth-speakers walk around Albion Island to preach his will, or in the old world, work as scouts, advisers, or repairing guidestones. However, all of this must wait until Ulthuan's matter is resolved before we can focus on this. During this gap, we may be able to send a Slann magic priest to block it.
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Druchi and a native leaned on the ground, holding each other's arms tightly.
The natives of the Boreni tribe began to shout loudly the names of the warriors, while Druchi's side lined up neatly and remained silent.
The huge body size and strong muscles of the indigenous warriors were gradually revealed. Although the Druchi who participated in the wrestling was a bit strong, his shoulders and arms were not that strong. The so-called strong refers to the elf who is relatively slim.
After a moment, two huge forces began to collide. The native warriors seemed to be able to uproot the entire tree stump with ease. His muscles bulged and sweat formed on his forehead. Then, with slow but firm force, the tribe members cheered, and the expressions of the Druchi gradually became solemn, but the Druchi remained motionless.
Darkus pulled his cloak tight, and the mountain wind blew cool and cold. During the meal just now, Genevieve kept telling him about last night's experience. Genevieve joked that if she had any thoughts about these tribes, she could sneak in and kill them all. He shook his head. He knew what Genevieve meant. The meaning of the expression is nothing more than that the camp is undefended. It seems to be stretching the hips, but in fact it is really stretching the hips.
Darkus, who walked out of the camp, stood behind and watched Druchi wrestling with the natives. He never expected that the test would be this kind of test. What could be possible from this test? Besides, Druchi has strength, but he is not good at strength. He has more combat skills and agility that he has honed over time.
Darkus could see that although Druch was clenching his teeth, his eyes were very calm. Druch remained in a very strange state, neither attacking hard nor being pushed away by the opponent, as if there were roots under his feet. , settled there. After reacting, he looked at Druch's belt, and then shook his head helplessly.
The indigenous warrior has been pushing hard, his expression becoming more and more distorted. The veins on his forehead bulged, like a fish with its eyes open, and the woad war lines on his body also glowed with a faint blue light.
But Druchi had no intention of wavering, and remained in a stalemate for another moment. He felt that the strength of the indigenous warriors had been exhausted, and then he began to exert force. The indigenous warriors began to tremble, and then were forced to retreat.
The cheers of the tribe members gradually weakened, and then their expressions became dull, while the Druchi acted as if they were taking it for granted, did not cheer, and remained the same as before.
"What's this?" Darkus didn't even know how to evaluate it. You have a war pattern to protect your body, and I have a magic weapon by my side. He recognized the belt that Druchi wrapped around his waist. It seemed to be able to protect the wearer. Blessed with strength, besides, this Druchi is also quite capable and knows the skills of wrestling. He can at least block the initial attack and remain motionless.
In the end, Druch succeeded in pushing the body of the indigenous warrior out of the circle. After a moment of silence, applause and cheers erupted from all around.
Maybe there will be a martial arts competition in the future?
Darkus ignored him and left. In his opinion, Druchi could duel and compete, but he had no sense of universal honor, which was very strange and contradictory. Many druchi wish they could be like Commodus, wearing sophisticated armor and weapons full of poison. The opponent would be better off wearing no armor and holding a wooden sword, or a hungry beast lying on the ground unable to move. . And there are many details in the duel, such as the night before the duel, the moment before the duel, etc...
The same goes for Adreze's followers. Adreze is the Lord of Blades, not a god of fairness. He advocates fighting. Pursue honor, but don’t limit your playing style, as long as you can win, it’s very flexible... (End of this chapter)