Arcane Journey

Although Brian didn't stay in the Toril world for a long time, even less than ten years if he calculated it carefully, his experience was full of legends.

From his escape in the city of Ancient Orens in the Underdark region, he experienced a series of things, and even saw several incarnations of the demon lords of the bottomless abyss. Until now, most of the legendary professionals may not be able to compare with him.

Naturally, apart from those aloof gods, there are not a few legendary powerhouses he has seen in the material world.

Whether it was the chosen ones of the Goddess of Magic, the Prince of Shadows in the City of Shadows, or even Lalock, known as the 'King of the Lich', he was deeply impressed.

But the one that impressed him the most was Iolum, who was known as the 'Father of Nether', who was the current mind flayer mastermind.

Brian can still clearly recall the scene when he met Iolum, especially the pair of deep and wise eyes with bright purple light, which made him instinctively feel that this Netheril period , the greatest Arcanist has long been outside of time.

that's the truth.

After leaving the city of Eleonto in Iolum for a long time, Brian realized belatedly that the other party had an extraordinary understanding of the law of time, a terrifying power that was strictly forbidden by the gods and was directly sealed away. think.

Otherwise, he would not have chosen to give up the path of recovering Netheril and chose the mind flayer.

After all, the once great mind flayer empire was completely lost in some kind of terrible time magic.

It is precisely because of the impressive meeting with Iolum that after Brian learned that his purpose was to find the 'Earth Prophet' Acindor, he often subconsciously wondered what the scene would be when he met him look.

However, to Brian's great disappointment, the mysterious sage in front of him did not bring him any shocking feeling.

The other party looked like an ordinary undead creature, a kind of skeleton that even a wizard who is proficient in the necromantic school could summon.

'Is this the so-called back to basics? ' Brian thought to himself.

Although the first impression given to him by the 'Prophet of the Earth' was bad, he would not naively think that the other party was really that bad, and he would not want to throw a fireball tentatively to see how well this skeleton can work. Can't catch it.

After all, some people with profound strength, they are not the kind who seem to be enveloped by colorful lights, their every move is full of brilliance and magic, as if they are afraid that others will not know that they are the most beautiful boy in the crowd.

Naturally, this is not the case for Brian, even if his own strength has already reached the legendary realm, his favorite way of doing things is to act in a low-key manner.

But even if one person suppresses it deliberately, it is impossible to change the aura of the gestures. As long as the strengths of the two are not too different, they can be noticed through their own meticulous observation. Extraordinary identity and strength.

As for Asindo, no matter how Brian observed him, he looked like an ordinary skeleton.

"You also feel this way." The golden dragon Paralandax hidden in the Austrian fire obviously noticed Brian's strangeness, or what he thought in his heart, and couldn't help communicating with him through his mind .

"The other party looks really ordinary."

As a ghost who has lost his body, he obviously has the most right to speak, "I didn't even notice any powerful soul fluctuations in his body. If I didn't know his details, I would say that he is not an ordinary person who cannot No matter how ordinary a skeleton is, no one will believe it."

Bryan didn't get too entangled in this issue, after all, his purpose of coming here was not to discuss the strength of the opponent's strength.

He took a deep breath, faced the skeleton on the Emerald Throne, bowed slightly to him respectfully, and immediately said respectfully: "As I expected, Sage Acindor, you are indeed still alive."

"Alive?" The old and wise whispered softly, as if wondering whether the words he said were right or wrong, and then he seemed to understand, and said slowly:

"You are wrong, young man."

He lifted the skull that was full of cracks and weathering marks, and the two rice grain-sized soul fires sunken deep in the eye sockets fell on Brian's body, "We are all dead, lost forever in the long river of history middle."

Brian glanced at the Prophet of the Earth on the throne in surprise, and wondered in his heart that the group of Sarukh lich hiding in Olem City might all be dead.

If he guessed right, it would also explain why even with all his strength, he couldn't see through the terrifying power hidden in the skeleton in front of him, unless he was really an ordinary skeleton that couldn't be more ordinary.

"Did we all guess wrong?" Golden Dragon Paralandax also expressed the same doubts as Brian, "He is really just a skeleton, communicating with us with his last remaining consciousness."

As a golden dragon who has lost his body and survived in the form of a soul, Palalandax can confidently say that he is more than a dozen blocks ahead of Brian in terms of perception of soul energy.

It was precisely because of this reason that after he couldn't see any flaws in the Prophet of the Earth, he couldn't help but began to wonder if there was something wrong with him.

Just when Brian and Paralandax were confused, the ancient evil god Seth hidden in the holy emblem immediately helped them ask this question.

Accompanied by a faint golden light flashing from the holy emblem, Brian immediately felt a burning sensation coming from the holy emblem in his palm.

In the past, he would definitely think that this was a sign that Seth planned to do something to him, and then he would not hesitate to use psychic powers to suppress this force.

But this time was different. He was in a white tower at the core of the lost city of Olem, and he knew that it was impossible for the opponent to make any waves here.

So, he directly threw the holy emblem into the air.

Suddenly, the holy emblem was suspended in the air under the guidance of the pale golden light.

The idea of ​​the evil god Seth actually took the initiative to break away from the sojourn of the holy emblem and turned into a human form. An old man in a dark golden robe appeared in the hall.

"You said you were dead." Seth snorted coldly, "Then why do you retain such a trace of consciousness?"

"Should I call you Acindor, the 'Prophet of the Earth' of Netheril, or Ishanasas, the great sage of the Yistor Sefifer Empire?"

"It turned out to be Ishanasas?" Hearing this name, the exclamation of Golden Dragon Paralandasque couldn't help but rang in Brian's mind.

Before Brian could inquire carefully, he began to explain in detail, "He is the great sage of the Yisto Sefifer Empire. In ancient times, in order to completely eliminate the Felin Mokui, it was he who proposed to divert the Narrow Sea. Furthermore, due to the loss of control of magic, a large-scale climate change was triggered, which became the cause of the ultimate demise of the empire."

"Moreover, he is also one of the writers of the golden scroll."

Regarding Paralandax's explanation, Brian was also shocked, and looked at the skeleton sitting on the throne in disbelief, which seemed to be blown away by a gust of wind.

Facing Seth's condensed avatar and questioning, even if Brian couldn't see any expression on Acindor's skeletal face, he could still feel a sense of facing the gods from his subtle behavior. serious color.

I saw him dragging his rotten body that seemed to be about to fall apart, stood up from the throne with great difficulty, then leaned down slightly to Seth, and said in an indifferent voice, "Your Excellency Seth, I didn't expect that we could Meet in this way."

"As you said, I am indeed dead." He said softly, without saying a word, the dim soul fire in his eyes flickered, like a candle flickering in a strong wind, it may happen at any time off.

"The ones who stay here are just the remnants who are struggling and trying to find the meaning of existence." In the wise voice of the Prophet of the Earth, there is a sense of vicissitudes and desolation that is merciless over the years, "Every time you close your eyes , I seem to have seen the former territory of the great creator race, which has been washed away by the long river of history and changed beyond recognition."

"There is no doubt that you should not close your eyes." Seth said, "Sleep without meaning will only make the world abandon you completely. You should open your eyes and see."

"What can I do if I open my eyes?" Asindo slowly shook his head, "What can be changed?"

"What you can't change doesn't mean I can't change it either." Seth replied with a slightly excited expression:

"I am the incarnation of the serpent of the universe, one of the two creation snakes, and the main god of you Sarukh witches who are known as the 'creator race'. Tens of thousands of years have passed, and even your main god has never forgotten, What reason do you have to give up and continue this meaningless sleep."

Regarding the communication between the two, at the moment, Brian and the golden dragon Paralandax in Ao Huo have completely become two people who eat melons.

Then, Seth described how Set, the evil god of the Mulhorand pantheon, instigated his own chosen people in the turbulent years, won his own divine power, and how he had to seek the old ruler Dark Night in order to avoid Set's pursuit. With the help of the giant snake Dandar, the main body finally devoured the demon lord Morshaw like a golden cicada, leaving behind an incarnation to hide in the spiers of the witch, and successfully escaped Seth's perception, so as not to be completely wiped out .

But the price paid for doing so was quite serious. Seth's body was directly swallowed by the abyssal consciousness that even the gods were afraid of, leaving only an incarnation whose strength even demigods could not compare with, living in the world.

Although Brian had already had a detailed understanding of Seth's past, hearing him tell his tragic experience in a miserable way again, he couldn't help feeling a little sympathetic, let alone Asindor who is a Sarukh witch.

However, what Brian didn't expect was that Acindor was too calm, standing in front of the throne, motionless like a sculpture, even holding the two rice grain-sized soul fires burning in the empty eye sockets, there was no emotional fluctuation. , there has been no slight change.

It can be seen that although the other party has just woken up from a long slumber, it is very likely that he has already learned about Seth's tragic experience, or his heart has long since died, and nothing that happened in the material world can remind him. the slightest interest.

Brian preferred to believe it was the latter.

After all, as a time traveler, he has long been familiar with the fate of the gods and the unspoken rules in the dark, and he is sure that no matter how much effort the evil god Seth makes, it is impossible to complete the recovery Divine desire.

Obviously, Alcindor, the Prophet of the Earth, had probably guessed this ending thousands of years ago after his plan against the Netherese went bankrupt, and then he lay down and fell into an eternal sleep.

If he hadn't woken him up because of his fierce battle with the witch, I'm afraid he would never have woken up on his own initiative.

In this way, after Seth finished telling his story, the spacious and bright hall suddenly fell into a strange silence, only the magnificent tower top covered by dreamlike radiance seemed to tell everyone that the picture here It's not that time was stopped by someone, and it was permanently frozen at this moment.

During the long silence, just when Brian's patience was about to be exhausted, the 'Earth Prophet' Acindor finally spoke.

He lifted the skull that seemed to fall to the ground at any moment, and the dim soul fire locked on the incarnation of the evil god Seth, then shook his head slowly, making the creaking sound of bones and joints colliding.

"Even if tens of thousands of years have passed, so what?" He said heavily, "After all, the true creator race has been lost forever tens of thousands of years ago, and now this remnant is like an extinguished fire, burning in the air. A few wisps of smoke and dust drifting away, even so, even this few light deaths are constantly fading."

"The vicissitudes of life, the changes in the world, in the long river of time, even the gods cannot avoid the cycle of life and death, let alone us mortals, this does not belong to our era, the only thing we can do is to sleep silently and quietly go down."

Before Seth could speak, Acindo said in a meaningful tone, "Besides, if a god is really facing perishment, then even if we try our best to help him and save him, it will be futile."

"So, you have never been optimistic about my return." There was a hint of uncontrollable anger in the words of the evil god Seth, "I would rather let the Sarukh witch completely disappear in the long river of time than Willing to help me, right?"

"What if it is, what if it isn't?"

Acindo ignored Seth's anger at all, and still said in a gentle and desolate tone, "What's the difference, after all, you can't escape the cycle of life and death."