In life, there are pursuits, some people seek fame, some people seek profit, some people pursue the prosperity of this life, eat well, live well, dress well, have fun, go back in style, some people pursue quiet and peace on the spiritual level, do not ask how awesome this life is, the key is to have a good retribution in the next life.

Anyway, as long as there are people in this world, as long as they are normal people, they have their own pursuits and ideals, in order to achieve this goal, some people are conscientious, and strive to make themselves famous in history, while some people are the opposite, good will come bad, and they can let themselves stink for 10,000 years It is not in vain to come to this world.

Whether it is good or bad, good or evil, it is left to future generations to comment.

There are many people in this world, but there are very few people who can really leave their footprints in this world.

Even if it's just a few words in the yellowed corner of the history books.

……

Sanctuary!

In this sanctuary carved out of tree holes, there is a high platform, on which are placed many palm-sized small wooden plaques, densely packed, and each wooden plaque is engraved with this name.

Although there was no comparison one by one, after a few glances, Duon knew that the name here was exactly the same as the name on the tombstones in the cemetery.

There is a tombstone in the cemetery.

There's a wooden plaque here.

At this moment, Duang was even more confused.

What is that cemetery, and this sanctuary, for?

The white-haired old man walked in slowly, and with a wave of his hand, two small stools came out of thin air, and he waved his hand and motioned for Du Ang to sit down.

Duang was stunned!

This is...... Magic!

So far, Duon has seen many magicians.

For example, like him, Justin, a big fat man who crossed over from the earth. Like Justin's friends. The fatter Archis. For example, the captain of the Wizard Law Enforcement Team, Brand, the beautiful female black magician, Durala, who has been killed by Duang...... Blah, blah, none of these mages are of a low level, but Duang has yet to see anyone conjure two stools out of thin air.

This is not a trick...... It's really conjured out of thin air.

The place where the stool was placed now, from where Duon had just walked up, was nothing, completely empty.

This. Duon believes he is absolutely not mistaken!

My God, this white-haired old man, what level of magician is he?

I'm afraid that a full-level great magician doesn't have the ability to take things out of thin air, right?

Seeing that the white-haired old man asked him to sit down, Du Ang did not have the slightest stubbornness and sat down honestly.

"Excuse me. What the hell is this......"

After a moment of silence, Duang thought for a moment. Finally, he raised the question in his heart.

But. Before he could finish speaking, he saw the white-haired old man tilt his head slightly, his eyes fell on the small wooden signs on the high platform, and he sighed: "It's been seventy-two years, and I have finally found the inheritor." ”

"Inheritor? What do you mean? Duang was a little confused.

This is said without a head and no brain. Why does it sound so mysterious and a little crazy?

The white-haired old man retracted his gaze and looked at Duang's face levelly. Said slowly: "The place you went to just now is called the Graveyard of the Dead. ”

"Oh. Graveyard of the Dead! That's when Duon learned the name of the cemetery.

He nodded, and then asked, "Sir, I have a question that I don't know whether to ask or not." ”

"Just ask!" The white-haired old man nodded.

"That's what happened, I just saw that there are many gods in the cemetery of the dead...... Well, including the gods of various races, as well as many famous and powerful people in our human history, I don't understand, why there are their tombstones in this cemetery of the dead? As far as I know, there are some people in there, and their bodies are buried somewhere else, and that's true, but why is there a grave here? A tombstone? Could it be that all the relics buried here are their living money? Is it their well-dressed mound? ”

This question had been circling in Du Ang's mind for a long time, so before he could ask the name of the white-haired old man, Du Ang couldn't help but ask it first.

I saw the white-haired old man shake his head: "No, there are no relics buried here, nor is it their clothed mound. ”

"Could it be their own body?"

Du Ang was shocked: "This can't be! Like that Dirk ......"

As soon as he said this, Duon immediately stopped, he originally wanted to say, for example, the body of that Dirk was not here, but was buried in the hometown of the Bauhinia Empire. This is 100 percent certain for Duon.

But the reason why he shut his mouth again was because he suddenly remembered that this was not his home, let alone the territory of the Bauhinia Empire, and the place where he was now was the Byron Empire, in a sense, it was the enemy country of the Bauhinia Empire, and this white-haired old man, since he lived here, then he must be a person from the Byron Empire, and he said about Dirk by himself, and he was so sure, isn't that just admitting that he is a member of the Bauhinia Empire without admitting himself?

In case this old man is a so-called righteous man who is loyal and patriotic.

In case this old man hears that he is a member of the Bauhinia Empire, he will suspect that he is a spy or a spy in the future.

In case this old man's patriotic zeal comes up, he wants to send himself to the government to be tortured.

So what to do yourself?

Just now, I saw that the old man got two stools out of his hand, and it was clearly a high-level magic, as well as the path that suddenly appeared before...... No need to ask, this old man must be a very high-level magician, if he wants to be unfavorable to himself, then he doesn't even have a chance to resist, at most he spit two mouthfuls and scold his mother twice, and then he has to be tied up by someone else's rope and easily captured.

TMD…… What a good Dirk!

Duang wanted to pump his two big mouths.

Illness comes from the mouth, and disaster comes from the mouth, these two words I have heard countless times since I was a child, but why can't I remember them?

Soon, however, Duang found himself overthinking.

The white-haired old man had no intention of cleaning him up at all.

He didn't even care about the words that Du Ang had cut off in the middle of his words, but continued: "In this cemetery, many people are buried, but not their bodies, nor their relics, but ...... A wisp of their soul! ”

Soul?

Duang didn't understand.

What does this mean exactly?

The white-haired old man seemed to be telling a story to a baby in a cradle, and it didn't matter whether Duang was listening or not, and whether he could understand it or not, he just took care of himself and said it slowly.

At first, Du Ang listened very carefully, but he just wanted to know why there were so many tombstones of gods and strong people in this cemetery, he just wanted to know about it, and he didn't think much about it, and Du Ang didn't have much interest in other things.

But later, as the white-haired old man spoke, Duang's brows gradually wrinkled.

The more he listened, the more frightened he became, and the more he listened, the more he trembled.

"What? Are those so-called gods not really gods? Is that just a name that people call them with respect in legends? ”

"What? Is there a true God above those so-called gods? And a true ruler of this world? ”

"Whether it's a demon god, an elf god, an orc god, a dragon god...... And so on these so-called gods, as well as those outstanding and powerful people of various races, their strength is given to them by the real God? ”

"What? Not a give, a transaction? Wait a minute...... What the hell is going on? Why do I get more confused the more I listen? ”

According to this white-haired old man, those various gods known to the world, including demon gods, elven gods, etc., are actually human beings, but they are stronger and more capable than ordinary people. The true God, on the other hand, exists otherwise.

She is a woman.

Her name is Perunara. She is the supreme and only true god in this world!

At the beginning of the ignorance of this world, Perunara already existed, she possessed great strength, erudite knowledge, beautiful and immaculate countenance, and magical magic. It was she who created the world, and it was she who created all living beings, including humans.

In order to make this world a better place, after creating this world, Perunara formulated the laws and order of all things, and at the same time selected some strong people among various races and let them become the "gods" of their own race to help her manage this world and make this world continue peacefully and steadily.

In this way, those lucky ones who were chosen by her became gods. At the same time, he was given a long life, strong strength, and infinite wisdom by Perunara. In exchange, they both gave a wisp of their soul to Perunara for safekeeping, and gave it to be the most precious thing to them.

For example, the elven god Rulyana, what she gave to Perunara was a pair of her wings.

The elves in this world are all winged, light and thin like cicada wings, which can allow the elves to fly briskly and freely.

However, the gods of the elves, the gods worshipped by all the elves, have no wings.

Another example is the orc god Urar.

According to the white-haired old man, the orc god Urar is a one-armed god.

His limbs, incomplete, were missing a left arm.

And this missing left arm is dedicated to Perunara.

Every orc is a natural strongman, with inexhaustible immense strength, their hands pinched together, can easily strangle a giant bear, all the heavy weapons that are so large that they are frightening, they can use Rufei, they are born, the most courageous warriors.

And their god is missing a left arm. (To be continued......)