Chapter Eighty-Nine: Antiquities

"I'm a little confused," Tarrant reminded in a whisper, "since the god of wisdom doesn't exist in history, why would the stone statue in his temple appear here?" he held up, titled "Ancient Memory".

"Gargoyles aren't just found in the Temple of Wisdom, I've read about them, remember what Kitty said? she said they always appear in pairs, which proves that the druids have heard of gargoyles too, and that there must still be their mark in some corner of the redstone. ”

"You mean that the gods of wisdom and the gargoyles are not dependent?" Tarrant turned the page forward.

"Gargoyles may be a species of origin, a ferocious monster, or...... The carvings that have been brought to life, who knows, they may be a symbolic role in the Temple of Wisdom", Catrina looked up, "like Iberon representing power with an eagle", and she bowed her head again.

"I cannot understand a god who does not exist in history," said Tarrant softly, "and I do not think that there will be a conversion of all people, even in war...... It can't be either. ”

Katrina didn't speak.

"Unless the goal of this war is the believers of the Wise God, a massacre that exterminates the faith," Tarrant speculated, "it must be led by God......"

"The gods will not appear, otherwise the 'stubborn ones' who are bound by their vows will appear, and according to the God of Knowledge, it will be born of the power of all the gods. ”

"How do you explain this war? The elves have always been tolerant of faith, and there is even a god of pain among them, and I cannot find a reason to address the god of wisdom, who represents mercy and light. ”

Katrina put it down, "I have an idea. ”

"Please", Tarrant is intrigued by the possible mystery.

"From the point of view of time, the disappearance of the god of wisdom in ancient times, the stage of the origin war, I think of two other points in common, first, the origin war is the disaster with the most deaths in recorded history, the elves have lost almost half of their brothers, and the people of the god of wisdom have been all over the continent, the number may be close to half; The grandest of the temples, which happened to be located to the east of Tingwu Mountain, fell and the believers disappeared, which was also the moment when the god of wisdom officially withdrew from history. ”

Tarrant nodded meaningfully, "The truth of the war is the slaughter of faith and not for the freedom of other races?" History is the expression of the will of the victors, and in the face of this inference, Tarrant still can't believe it, which means that everyone has been deceived, and the biggest lie on the redstone, the noble image maintained by the elves will be completely subverted.

"Maybe it's a coincidence, among the defeated elves are the followers of the god of knowledge", Katrina did not continue to conceive, "once the qiē is over, our discussion will not change anything, and the god of wisdom will not be reborn from the ruins of faith, and the gate has been broken." ”

"Yes, it's all gone, the grandest temple is now just a tomb shrouded in white demons," Tarrant sighed, "what kind of world is this when the gods are abandoned." ”

"Hey," Catrina whispered, "are you alluding to me?".

"No", Tarrant inadvertently included all the godless, including Katrina, "I mean the elves......"

"Watch your words, fool," Catrina whispered, "Faith is a framework that binds thoughts, greatness must be free from limitations, Duncan's famous phrase, he has successfully shaped energy, and used himself to prove that mages don't need faith", she picked up sideways in anger.

"I'm sorry......" Although he disagreed with the second half of the sentence, Tarrant still tried to save his mistake, but the mage ignored it, "Okay...... Okay, let's be quiet for a while", he looked out the window, the morning sun was gone, the sky was gray, the breeze gently blew the glass and made a "woo" grumble between the windows, Evie was right, it was about to rain, "Katrina, we should go, it looks like the rainstorm is coming soon." ”

"You can go on your own", the mage turned his back to him.

"Just experienced a morning stroll in Wilsing, and I hope I won't walk in the rain," Tarrant muttered quietly, picking up and reading two pages, "Ancient Memory" An encyclopedic exploration of species, the author describes in detail its appearance in the section on gargoyles, its face is a distorted elven face, its nose is smoothed, its ears are more exaggeratedly pointed, its skull is shrunk so that its proportions are unbalanced and frightening, its body has inherited its ferocity, its wings are strong enough to swing a whirlwind for its quick attack, its feet allow it to stand upside down on hanging objects, and even its perched on a smooth roof.

Tarrant could no longer remember these details, he didn't even fully open his eyes when he came into close contact with it in the temple, he continued to look down, the author described in a calm tone the habits of gargoyles, they did not need to eat, most of the time they were stored in the form of stone statues, and the author lamented their reproduction and storage, he thought that the gods created the species.

Most of the descriptions in the book cannot be verified, such as eating, unless the author has bred such a monster, and Tarrant is more curious about the author's purpose in writing such a long nonsense, to satisfy his imagination or to show off his erudition.

"Whew-" The air flow between the window cracks was more loudly vented, and the air gradually became damp.

The mage, immersed in negative energy, didn't notice the weather at all, Tarrant didn't want to disturb her, he flipped to the catalog, maybe there would be other temple creatures, after two searches he didn't see the Fog Void or the Shadow Eater, maybe with a different name, like the Blazing Leaf Grass was called Burning Sulfone by the Druids, Tarrant casually flipped a page and described a creature called Obsidian.

The name does not refer to a rock, but rather to a strange flying beast with a clear face very close to that of a human, its skin is sickly grayish-black, its wings are large and hard, its feathers are more like flat stone chips, and its feet are hidden in a black body.

The discourse on obsidian is even more striking, expressed in the phrase "obsidian are magical devourers, they are keenly aware of the energy gathered in the air and absorb it, and no mage is vulnerable to obsidian".

Curiosity drove Tarrant to tap on the table, "Katrina, have you heard of obsidian?".

"What's wrong?" the mage replied coldly.

"In this way, obsidian can absorb magic, is this also negative energy?".

Katrina leaned slightly, "No, it's a completely different energy, Obsidian is called the pet of the gods, it is the ruler of magic, and it has the intelligence level of the Yue Dragon Clan. ”

"How does it absorb energy?

"Energy is its food, it doesn't cause any damage to it," Catrina paused, "Have you ever seen a cat get stuck in a fish bone? Magic is a weapon to mortals, but a plaything to gods. ”

"And who else can defeat Obsidian?, and how much of a threat does it pose?" Tarrant pointed to the picture, "How did they die, and why are they extinct?"

"Don't underestimate the threat from other creatures at any time, even dragons have a reason for their demise, civil war in dragon societies, lack of food, the greed of adventurers, or maybe a fog deficiency can digest an obsidian. ”

Tarrant put down, "I have one more question, where did you hear about these things, what is the point of knowing about extinct creatures?"

"Tens of thousands of years of records, as well as the dedication of pioneers, help us understand our world. ”

"Heh", looking at the mage's serious expression, Tarrant smiled, "You have accumulated enough knowledge. ”

"Being able to answer your question doesn't mean anything," Catrina glanced at quietly, "Can I concentrate on it for a moment now?"

Dense and fine raindrops fell on the windows, a hazy mist rose as the mage of the gallery lit the candles on the walls.

"It's time for us to go, it's going to rain harder", Tarrant said.

"Let me finish this paragraph. ”

Tarrant reluctantly picked it up, and in the illustration he saw more nightmarish creatures, such as the six-armed snake demon, a creature long before its origin, a human snake body, with six arms on its upper limbs, and the skin of its whole body that could resist the assassination of four-star sharp weapons, that thing could almost fight dragons, and it also involved aquatic creatures, a monster called the benthic demon fish, which could continue to torture any life it touched until the target suffocated or turned into a pool of transparent mucous membranes.

"What is this?" said Tarrant to himself, from which he could deduce that the ancient world was largely unsuitable for human life, and that almost any kind of monster could disintegrate human armies.

A fierce white light shone outside the window, and everything in the gallery reflected a narrow black shadow, Tarrant looked at the sky in the distance, the dark clouds were like burning black embers covering the rain dome, the bifurcation of lightning split the space into several pieces, bad weather, Tarrant put down and walked to the window, the late "boom-" rang out from the edge of the sky, and the rumbling sound made the glass resonate slightly.

Through the rain complex, Tarrant vaguely saw a statue, a man with a sword staring, he couldn't see the face of the statue, but the dignity and glory...... Another bolt of lightning struck through the air, and the daylight lit up the ground, yes, it was the Shrine of Maxine, and when the weather calmed down, he should go once and pray for the villagers of Jilu Island.

"What are you looking at?" said Katrina, who was standing behind Tarrant at some point.

"Temple, may Maxine bless the suffering fishermen and restore peace to their souls," Tarrant sighed, "If those fishermen had faith, God would have known the life of the gods earlier, and the tragedy would not have spread." ”

"They'll be at peace," Catrina comforted, "and we'll go." ”

"Now?" the torrential rain was raging, and Tarrant could feel the chill.

"yes, I want to go back," Katrina picked up and walked downstairs.

"We'll have to wait for a carriage," Tarrant shrugged and followed her, Sorrentino had told Taran to spoil his daughter too much, but Tarrant didn't know how to do it.

"You said I'd tell you right away if I had anything," Catrina stopped at the gallery's door, her peeking out, water splashing her face, "I have some bold ideas right now. ”

Chapter Eighty-Nine: Antiquities