"Tuk Tuk!!"

A gentle knock sounded on the door, and in the forbidden place of this holy mountain, there was a knock on the door of this humble wooden house, and the knock on this wooden door was a finger that showed no trace of age and was as white as a woman.

"Squeak"

Little by little, the old wooden door was opened, making a tooth-sour sound, and the room was exposed to the sun, and a simple wooden bed, wooden table and chairs, and a small window made up all that was part of the wooden house, and of course, the owner who sat quietly on the wooden chair.

"Here you go again"

The owner of the wooden house was a man with a white beard, wrinkled skin, dry palms, and a little old spot on the old man's forehead, which looked very eye-catching, and the owner of this holy mountain forbidden land was this old man who seemed to die in the next moment, and there was no difference between him and any old man who was dying.

"Yes, I'm here again"

His Holiness the Pope, the only one who has the right to enter this place, has never been called by his name since he became the master of this sacred mountain decades ago, whether it is his supporter or his enemy, he has become a high mission, he has encountered such titles as "Your Majesty", "Your Majesty", and even "Divine Messenger", but when talking to this dying old man, the two of them are as plain as if they had been friends for many years.

"Plilo, I need your help. ”

If other people heard this, they would definitely be stunned, His Majesty the Pope of the Bright Holy See, every word is enough to decide the task of life and death of a small principality, and one of the most powerful people on the entire continent is such a task. He still needs to turn to the old man in front of him?

What is the origin of this unattractive old man?

"You know"

The old man was not the slightest surprised, his silent expression made the wrinkles on his face look especially obvious, and his eyes did not fluctuate in the slightest, "I can't help you much anymore, my body." I can't hold on for long. ”

Speaking of his own life and death, the old man's expression and tone did not change in the slightest, as if he was not talking about himself, but about an unrelated person, and then looking at the Pope, dressed in a white robe, dressed no different from an ordinary priest, hearing such words, his face did not change in the slightest. In other words, the expression on the Pope's face has never changed, it has always been a gentle expression, and only in the depths of his eyes can you see a little indifference.

"I know. ”

Without hesitation, he interrupted the old man's name, Plilo, but the words that came out of the Pope's mouth were incomparably cold, as if he were looking at the old man's eyes.

"But. Those two things, I have to know. Because, this is a command from God, even if it is your life, plus mine, you must know!!"

There is no doubt that the Pope's words took Plyllo by surprise. For the first time, the expression on his face changed slightly, and he looked at His Holiness the Pope, whose expression remained unchanged, but looked extraordinarily firm, and then bowed his head again. There was silence.

"I see. ”

After a while, Plylo said, slowly closing his eyelids, and the breath of the whole person weakened all of a sudden, like a cold-blooded animal that had entered hibernation, and like a turtle retracted into its shell, the Pope saw this, and was also carefully immersed in the opera, as if he was afraid that he would disturb him, and even, the two of them did not talk about what the two things the Pope wanted to know.

Relatively silently, time passed little by little, and the small wooden house seemed to have a mysterious abnormal fluctuation, which was generated from Plilo's body, slowly penetrating the entire wooden house, penetrating the sacred mountain space, and penetrating to an unknown place

"Ho-ho"

Suddenly, from Plilo's mouth, there was a burst of sounds that seemed to be painful, and the expression on his face with his eyes closed slowly became hideous, and the wrinkles on his forehead piled up, as if they had aggravated a few points, and suddenly, Plilo's eyes opened suddenly, and the two eyeballs seemed to disappear, and the pupils showed a terrifying blackness, as if they were two black holes, staring straight ahead, not knowing where he saw.

"Whew"

It seemed to be convulsive for a while, and finally, Plilo slowly calmed down, and his eyes returned to their original appearance, but the whole person seemed to have been washed with sweat, the linen robe on his body was already soaked, and the age spots on his face seemed to be a little more, and the whole person seemed to be one step closer to death.

"I saw it"

Not even having the strength to raise his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, Plilo spoke weakly:

"The thing you are looking for has now reached the southern tip of the continent, the business alliance, the hands of a family in power, and in less than three days, they will start trying to absorb the energy in that thing."

Plilo's words seemed to be trying to avoid mentioning exactly the name of "that thing", and the Pope didn't care, his eyes fixed on him, waiting for him to continue, the next thing.

"And the one you're looking for"

Plilo took a slight breath, hesitated, and continued, "That person, even more noble than the identity of the thing you are looking for, with all my remaining lifespan, I am not qualified to peep into such an existence at all. ”

"However, I can vaguely see that that person is not on this continent, it is possible, in some other planes, and the rest, I can't see it. ”

As soon as the voice fell, Plilo's whole person softened, his body was paralyzed, and he was about to slide off the chair, the pope on the side had already prepared, and with a wave of his hand, he couldn't see any movement, Plilo's body had already appeared on the bed in the wooden house, and at the same time, a pure white light sprinkled down, moisturizing Plilo's body little by little, although it didn't seem to have any effect.

"I see. ”

The Pope's voice echoed in the wooden room, but the figure was nowhere to be seen, and the wooden door had closed silently, leaving Plylo alone on the bed, slowly calming his breath and muttering to himself:

"God is God"

"Is there a god who was born as a god, and is there such a god other than the creator God and his children?"

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"It's here!!It's here!!"

Gru stretched out his bull's head vigorously, looked forward, and finally saw a somewhat familiar tribe, as well as the figures of several minotaurs on the periphery of the tribe, and turned around with some excitement and shouted:

"Look, Filin, that place is the Spotted Hoof Tribe!"

"Is it finally here?"

Fei Lin lifted it hard, pulled the package on his back up, the package was the herbs he was ready to trade with this spotted hoof tribe, he didn't rub the huge amount at all, just now, there was a person, has spied some traces of him, fortunately, although Soraka's current strength is not strong, but sometimes, strength and life are not equal, just like the wealth of some nobles and his title are not equal, Soraka's identity as a demigod directly blocked the way for that person to directly spy on them, blocking a big crisis for them, a big crisis that can eliminate them in an instant。

"Who??"

At this time, Fei Lin and his party had already walked to a place where the people of the Spotted Hoof tribe could see, and the already dark sky made these guarding minotaurs more alert, and asked from a long distance.

"Hey!!I'm Gru!!Gru of the Stonehorn Tribe!!"

Needless to say, Gru had already stepped forward and waved the mace in his hand vigorously, looking like a provocation, "I am on the orders of our tribal shaman, and I have brought these human friends to make a deal with your tribe!"

"Call your tribe's shaman, he can confirm our identity!" (To be continued......)