Shadow trail of the beautiful world

Chapter 74 31. God's thing?

"Crash"

The weather in London is really bad. When it rains, the sky is like a gloomy hell, which makes people feel depressed.

Little Hermione came out of the post office with a black umbrella. She looked at the torrential rain in front of her with disgust. She looked around, as if she wanted to release a magic spell to dry her shoes that had just been wet by the rain. .

But after a few seconds of hesitation, Hermione dismissed the tempting idea.

Magic is indeed very convenient, but little wizards are not allowed to use magic when they are on vacation.If she is caught by the Ministry of Magic, points will be deducted from her academy, which is a very bad thing.

So Hermione could only hold an umbrella and rush home in the rain. Fortunately, the location of the post office was not far from her home.

But what Hermione couldn't figure out was...

"Why is Mr. Merlin asking for a magic map in such a hurry? Has he encountered any trouble? Or lost his way?"

Merlin wasn't lost, but he did get into trouble.

He tried to mark on the map the location of the Nordic treasures recorded on the parchment, but it was a bad map made by humans hundreds of years ago.

Even if he secretly used the supercomputer in the Paris base to compare the terrain and search, Merlin still found nothing after spending several days in a row.

Hundreds of years are enough for some changes in the world, not to mention that the person who drew this picture may not be a wise naturalist himself. In short, the error of this picture is astonishingly large.

If you can't get other information and only follow this picture and that half-understood poem to find the treasure, then Merlin is destined to be very disappointed.

So in desperation, Merlin could only turn to magic again. .

Although wizards are part of human civilization, wizards have their own inheritance. They began to try to map out the general topography of the world more than 1000 years ago.

Wizards knew that the earth was round hundreds of years earlier than Magellan, and some wizards with a spirit of exploration even made a map of the world in their eyes.

And the best part is that every version of these magical maps that have been handed down from more than 1000 years ago is well kept by wizards.

That's what Merlin needs.

To understand a map hundreds of years ago, he should not compare it with a modern map, he should use the map at that time as a reference.Therefore, he entrusted little Hermione in London to buy him a copy of "The World Through the Eyes of Wizards" in Diagon Alley. It was a boring history book, but it contained complete rubbings of all magical maps.

2 months later.

In the hotel in Paris, Merlin held the parchment in one hand, and compared it with the magic map of the thick historical book that could be zoomed in and out with the other hand.

Since the book was in his hands 2 months ago, he has spent all his time looking for useful information other than going to work and practicing magic.But the map drawn by the wizards is simply too much detail.

This method of finding out what to do by the map is very inefficient, but Merlin has no choice.

Now just after the Spring Festival in 1993, satellite map technology has been developed and perfected.

There is even such a technology in the Paris base, but it is not something Merlin, a small agent, can use casually, not to mention, he does not want to reveal his secret.

But the good news is that more than two months of hard work finally paid off tonight.

On the magic map that was enlarged to the extreme before Merlin's eyes, he finally found a place that was extremely similar to the details of the parchment map.

"It turned out to be Northern Europe 500 years ago..."

Merlin picked up a pen and drew a circle on the magic map. He picked up the wand at hand and flicked it lightly. On the white paper in front of him, the black signature pen seemed to be held by an invisible hand. Start swiping quickly across the paper.

The copying spell is a simple but practical magic. As long as the spell caster has enough magic power, the spelled pen can completely print all the words and pictures like a printer.

After a few minutes, the transcription spell was completed.

Merlin stretched his body, stacked the parchment and magic book together, and put them back into the wooden box containing the books. He himself took the rubbed map details and walked to the wall behind him. Above, hung a huge map of Europe.

Merlin's fingers searched for the Nordic area on the map, and a few seconds later, his fingers pointed somewhere on the map.

"Norway!"

Merlin narrowed his eyes, staring at the circle on the map in front of him, picked up the brick-like mobile phone from his hand, and dialed a number.

"John, I'm not feeling well... This morning, I started bleeding again."

Merlin coughed twice. He reached out and picked up the travel bag that he had tidied up a long time ago. While talking, he put Lola and the magic book box into the old magic pocket, and put the sealed magic pocket into the In the close-fitting pocket.

他 说:

"I need to take a period of leave, forget it, take my annual leave early... It may take half a month to go back to Clayton to find that amazing doctor... Well, I will make up for it when I come back I'm sorry for the formalities."

"By the way, the cigars you never forget, I will definitely bring them for you when I come back this time... Enough for ten years? It's too exaggerated!"

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5 days later, Norway, Telemarka National Park.

Merlin's figure stepped out of the air. He was wearing a backpack and a baseball cap, just like an ordinary backpacker.

Holding a modern map in his hand, he climbed up to a high place from time to time to compare the terrain.He has been searching here for a day, and he is getting closer and closer to the last treasure.

But it also got deeper and deeper into this vast forest. Last night, Merlin even encountered a predating brown bear.

In the depths of this national park, there are many towering fir trees. It is a completely primitive and natural scenery, and there are no man-made objects at all.

As he got closer and closer to his destination, Merlin's inner doubts became more and more serious.

A semi-finished super soldier with magic like him has a hard time walking in this barbaric land. Could anyone really survive here 500 years ago?

More importantly, who is it that buried the magic wonder in this almost forgotten corner of the world?Why did he leave the map?

Also, what is the so-called "gift from the gods" in the riddle of the poem?

Is it really a weapon left by the gods in the world?

Is there really a god in this world?

One question after another popped up in Merlin's heart, but he couldn't find the answer.After becoming a wizard, Merlin became more and more curious about the ancient secrets hidden under the world.

Agent and wizard are two professions that deal with secrets. Merlin can foresee that in the future, he will know many great secrets.

Just like this expedition driven by secrets.Merlin actually didn't really care about what he would get in the end, maybe what he cared about was actually just the secrets themselves.

"arrive!"

At dusk, Merlin came to a featureless rugged mountain. He stood beside a ring of stones and looked at the trees in all directions.In front of his eyes, there is a very tall fir tree, its diameter is as wide as three people.

Merlin put the map back into his pocket, and he knew that he had reached his destination.

Of course, not by guessing.

In the escaping perception of darkness, Merlin could feel that in the center of this particularly huge fir tree in front of him, at a height of about 30 meters, in the depths of the trunk, there was something that did not belong to this tree. .

That's metal!

Something completely different from the scent emitted by trees.

That should be what Merlin is looking for.

"Swish"

The red magic wand fell into Merlin's hands, and with the chanting of the Shattering Curse he had just learned, a huge force of magic power slammed on the fir tree in front of him, like an invisible punch, or like an invisible punch. A battle ax slashed down in the air, and the tough bark that was hit flew in all directions.

"Reducto! (Shattering Curse)"

"Then let me see..."

Merlin waved his hand, and another inexperienced shatter spell flew out, tearing the dent on the tree even bigger.

"The answer to this secret mystery!"

"Boom, boom, boom"

Throwing three shattering spells in a row, Merlin felt a little tired. He picked up the water glass and took a sip of water to soothe his spirit.

The dark magic power in his body is still growing, and its total amount is much larger than that of ordinary little wizards.

But there is a problem with Merlin's self-taught magic. He lacks the guidance of experienced wizards. He learns new magic very slowly. The more advanced the magic, the more demanding its requirements on mana manipulation and its own spell models. more complicated.

The simplest magic tricks require only a few syllables with a simple mana model.

But now the shattering spell used by Merlin has broken away from the category of magical tricks. A shattering spell has 11 syllables, and its mana model is even more complicated like a three-dimensional composition. It took Merlin 20 days to barely master it. it.

However, in the magic textbooks, the Shattering Curse is still an elementary standard spell, and it is even a relatively simple one among the elementary spells.

Those complicated spells, such as the protection spell, and the more advanced transformation spell, are almost several times more difficult than the shattering spell, which made Merlin very pessimistic about the prospect of learning magic.

He can only hold the magic book for 3 years. Even with an optimistic estimate, Merlin may not even be able to learn one-third of the standard spells when he returns the book.

So Merlin made an important decision a few days ago. He no longer blindly greedy for more, but chose some spells that were more important to him among the spells.As well as the more practical potions and alchemy, as for the subjects of divination, he could only reluctantly give up.

"boom"

Another shattering curse hit the fir tree in front of him, and with the crackling sound of the tree trunk, under the night, a silver light finally appeared in front of Merlin's eyes.

He put away his wand, turned into a black mist, and floated into the air.He looked at the thing in front of him, it looked like a stick, and there were irregular cracks at the upper and lower ends of the stick, which seemed to indicate that the thing was not complete.

It is a part of something. Perhaps, the three paragraphs of text behind the parchment represent three things respectively, and combining them together is a complete magical object.

While Merlin was thinking, he froze his left hand, trying to remove the silver stick-shaped object that had been integrated with the tree trunk in front of him.

But the moment his finger touched the short silver stick, a violent, bloodthirsty desire to destroy, like flowing power, rushed into Merlin's body crazily.

At that moment, the black mist that he incarnated suddenly rolled up, and he forcibly pulled back the finger touching the short silver stick. The next moment, his whole body was safely returned to the ground amidst the black mist.

Merlin panted violently, forcibly suppressing the roaring desire to destroy in his heart.

His soul is getting stronger day by day, and it is not difficult to suppress the destructive desire left in his mind.He looked at his trembling fingers, there were red scars like brand marks on the fingertips.In Merlin's spiritual vision, he could still see the remaining red light spots on his fingers.

Just like the light of blood.

That thing, that weird thing, instinctively desires blood and killing.Thalia didn't lie to him, the secret contained in those parchments was indeed a powerful and extremely offensive magic wonder.

But the problem is that he doesn't dare to take risks now, because the thing in front of him is a bit evil.

He flicked his finger that seemed to be scalded, and he once again turned into a black mist suspended in the air, carefully looking at the short silver stick embedded in the tree trunk in front of him.In the vision, he saw more details.

It was a stick made of metal, and there were many strange characters on the surface.Probably because Merlin had just come into contact with it. The characters on the stick still had a faint magical glow. Merlin couldn't understand the words, but he vaguely remembered that he had seen similar words in the magic book.

His upper body condensed in the air, and he reached out to take out the magic book, looking for it while comparing it.After several minutes, Merlin found the source of these words.

"It's the runes...let me see what the text says?"

Merlin flipped through the rune phrases in the magic book. This thing is very old. It is said that it appeared before the history of wizards, and it was widely spread in the Nordic region more than 1000 years ago. Germanic people would also use this thing, and it Seems to be a spiritual rune related to religion.

Merlin compared the runes on the stick, looking for similar phrases, and he was lucky to find a few characters he could understand.But the meaning of their combination made Merlin even more confused.

"The word is, God's Domain."

"And then, Asgard."

"And finally... the Berserker Legion?"

Merlin closed the book, looked at the evil thing in front of him, and said:

"Asgard... the residence of the gods of the nine kingdoms in Norse mythology, that is to say, you are related to Norse mythology, right?"

There was a gleam of light in Merlin's eyes, he looked at the strange object in front of him, and said softly:

"you..."

"Is it really made by the legendary god?"

(End of this chapter)