When all people learn to look up at the stars, they always think of the same question: where do we come from, and where is the source of the world?

Everyone tried to find a one-size-fits-all answer to this, but none of them could convince the other because there were so many things that didn't give a reasonable explanation. Over time, everyone grew tired of the long-overdue answer.

I don't know when people began to give a seemingly satisfactory explanation for the unknown and untraceable past, that is, mythology.

It was God who created the universe, it was God who created Calantok, and it was God who brought the dawn of civilization. They passed on the torch to the ordinary races who groped in the dark, and guided them to expand their territory, illuminating the entire continent with the light of civilization, so that all races could survive and reproduce.

It seems that the problem is well solved, but another conundrum arises. Each of the Kalantok races has its own gods, and the jumble of myths gives all sorts of answers. These similar answers became the fuse for the struggle between the various races.

The barbarians in the mountains believed the goddess of the hunt to be the greatest deity, and she taught all races the skills of hunting. Learning to hunt is the rite of passage of the barbarians, and it is also the rite of passage of every civilization. As a sign of respect for the goddess of the hunt, they would offer the first game they hunted to the exalted goddess.

But the elves worship the goddess of life as the main god. In their view, everything in the holy mountain and all living beings in the world originate from the mercy of the goddess of life. Without the tears of the Goddess, there is no life. Therefore, in the faith of the elves, they preach that all people should have reverence and compassion for life.

Because of the existence of the Covenant of Light, humans worship the god of light, the most dazzling of the gods. As the largest race in Calantok, although there are still many unbelievers and blind believers among the human race, this has not affected the position of the God of Light in Carantoc in the slightest. Wherever there are human beings, you will find the figure of Rien, the god of light.

Ironically, the goblins, the other largest race, also have the god of light as their main god. The Divided Goblins, as comical as they may seem, don't even have anything to do with the word civilization. But every goblin tribe dare not forget the guidance of the god of light, Ryan. In the Ko tribe, in addition to reciting the earnest teachings of the ancestors, every priest will make nonsense some quotations of the so-called god of light, showing his extraordinary status.

So when the races that worship other gods will see a very comical scene, the knights of the Holy Light Covenant and the dense goblins are fighting at the same time shouting the blessing of the god of light. I don't know how Ryan will feel after seeing this scene.

Sometimes God doesn't favor a single race, and sometimes they do care for like-minded people who pursue a particular faith. For example, the guardians of the Acropolis of Issu carved the god of guardians everywhere they could see, the swaggering independent city-state of Monaris was also protected by the god of adventure, and the craftsmen prayed for the improvement of their crafts by using the gods of the dwarves as gods who could protect them.

But there are races that never need gods, like the dragons of Eternal Dragon City. The dragons who soar through the skies have never had any faith, and with a lifespan far beyond that of other races, they have always despised those races who put their hopes in the gods, believing that they are babies who will never grow up.

The dragons boast that they appear before the gods, so they will never bow their heads like any of the gods.

Although the followers of each deity have arranged all kinds of thrilling and intriguing myths and legends for their faith, none of them can ignore a reality. That is, no matter how much they called on the gods they believed in, they had never seen these gods who sheltered them appear in person and praise their loyalty. The gods used some kind of ritual to express their joys and wits or instructions, and sometimes even the priests could not guess the gods' thoughts.

For some special reasons, Greon has been very interested in the dazzling mythology of various ethnic groups since he was a child, and he also has the opportunity to come into contact with all kinds of myths more easily than others. Over the years, he has discovered that in every myth, there is a common denominator that has been deliberately concealed or downplayed by the priestly bishops:

Although all the gods had exciting legends, they all interrupted their legends at the same point in time and left the worshippers who worshipped them. No race or organization has come up with a convincing explanation as to why the gods left.

The bishops under the command of the god of light, Lane, used their authority to warn the people that the god of light did not leave, he was everywhere, all the time, and every minute and every second tested the loyalty of the faithful. Other races use a variety of reasons to explain God's departure.

In most legends, the gods chose to retreat to sacred places that were inaccessible to ordinary people. The gods felt the devotion of the faithful in their respective holy places, and from time to time they sent oracles to instruct the bewildered believers. Sometimes they grant the souls of the most loyal devotees to the Holy Land to serve their beloved gods forever.

Greon also noticed the silence of the dragons at this point in time, and the overlords who soared through the sky were also very jealous of the question of why the gods left. Although they do not worship the gods, the dragons promise to protect every sacred place that is worshipped by the tribes. This inexplicable tacit understanding makes Greon very curious about this deliberately concealed past.

In order to solve this mystery, he has made a lot of attempts over the years, including the establishment of the Green Ivy Club in the name of Bazok, and recruiting a group of young and promising magicians to come in. He hoped that the most inquisitive profession of magician would give him a different way of thinking and unravel the truths hidden in the unknown depths.

The three of them walked on the path outside the Qingteng Society. The greenery that obscured the surrounding trail shimmered and was projected on the pebble path by the obstacles that had been hard to break through the layers of obstacles. These mottled with the breeze are about to merge with the pebbles.

"Tell me the secret of the goddess of ice, Hayek. "I'm curious to see what happened to this moody goddess who was cold to everyone. ”

Hayek glanced at Claes, who was standing with him, and then took out a document from his bosom that had been sorted out a few days ago and handed it to the actual owner of the Ivy League.

"The last time the Ice Goddess appeared in the myth is exactly as you guessed, Lord Grien. Hayek said respectfully. Her departure coincided with the departure of the gods. ”

Flipping through the information compiled by Hayek, Green was very interested: "Then tell me in detail about your findings, and remember to pick and choose the key points, I don't have the patience to listen to your nonsense too much." ”

"Once upon a time, the North was indeed the domain of the Ice Goddess, but since her sudden disappearance five thousand years ago, her presence has become weaker and weaker. I translated the various narrative inscriptions found in the North, and compared them with the chronology from far to near, and I found that the Ice Goddess had not sent any oracles in the last thousand years. ”

"Oh?" Grien's curiosity beckoned, "it's a bit strange indeed, but it's also possible that the priest wasn't gifted enough to take on the oracle from the Ice Goddess." ”

"I've thought about it too, but more than a thousand years ago, there were several bards and archmages in the North who were known as Calantok. Moreover, in the inscriptions of the same era, I also feel that the narrative level of the seal carver is no less than that of any other era, so it cannot be the reason for the poor talent of the priests, and the problem lies with the goddess of ice and snow. ”

Grien pondered for a moment and said, "It's strange that he doesn't do anything to his own people. You must know that the goddess of life, the main god of the elves, also sent down an oracle a few days ago, and there has been no news for more than a thousand years, which is really a bit weird. In this way, there should be no followers of the Ice and Snow Goddess over there. ”

Hayek smiled: "There are still some small tribes living in the snowy mountains who still hold on to the faith in ice and snow, and the current northern border is already the territory of the Holy Light Covenant. ”

"Oh, that's interesting, it seems that I still have to go to the Library of Alexandria to check the relevant materials of the Empire for the same period, after all, I can't find the buried truth just by relying on those confused ice and snow sacrifices to complain on the stone tablet. Greon put away Hayek's information and said, "But the matter of the Holy Light Covenant stealing other people's territory seems interesting, where there are people, there is a belief in light, and the Holy Light Covenant is really amazing." Well, it's your turn, Claes. ”

Claes did not organize his own information as Hayek did, and he felt that dictation was more appropriate to his style.

"Well, I should also tell you about everything I encountered in that hellish place in the Wild Sands. "Although the ancient books once said that there was an ancient country with great achievements, I really can't dig the sand that I don't know how deep it is buried." The local nomads have a legend that the place was once a battlefield between gods, and that Seth, who ruled the desert, was eventually killed by an unknown god. His fallen body turned into a flying sand, and at the same time buried the kingdom he had sheltered. ”

This kind of myth abounds, and many people, in order to increase the so-called tragedy, sometimes proclaim the gods they believe in as tragic heroes, and then get some kind of masochistic pleasure, I have seen a lot of such myths. Grien was not interested in such a legend, "You might as well just talk about your discovery." ”

In Grien's anticipation, Claes continued: "Then I'm going to use the Magic Net Detector to test one of my conjectures. I worked in the Ten Thousand Miles of Wild Sand with the Broken Wind for almost four months, and came to the conclusion that the Ten Thousand Miles of Wild Sand is a land of absolute demons, and it was formed about 2,000 years ago. ”

"According to Yefaran's mainstream view, only a completely deserted or destroyed holy place will cause the loss of the magic net and form the Demon Land. Although it is very unlikely, my guess is that there must have been a sacred place in the place of the Wild Sands more than 2,000 years ago, and there may have been a civilization that has been extinct. But I don't know what caused the death of the desert god Seth, and the holy land he maintained was also destroyed, and the landscape around the holy land became the state of the wild sand today. ”

"That's just your guess. "There is no direct evidence that what you think is the truth." ”

"Aren't you still unable to explain why the Ice Goddess disappeared?" Claes was a little annoyed, "Don't point fingers at other people's work until your own problems are solved." ”

"Alright, alright, you two don't quarrel, let's stop talking about it today. "Even though you have very limited information, it gives me a lot of inspiration. ”

Coming to the end of the forest road, Greon paused and said with some excitement, "The gods have not left us, although I don't know what caused them to hide. But you should be thankful that you are living in a time when myths are about to return. ”

"The time of the return of myths?" Hayek was a little surprised by this sentence, and he did not understand why Greon said this.

"The Abyss Lord who escaped from Yefaran, and the magical concussion event that was able to take place in the Cheka last year. Grien's eyes glowed the same, "At least now that an Abyss Lord and an impatient god have appeared, I don't think the other gods or the Abyss will be impatient as well." ”

Seeing Grien's expectant look, Claes suddenly felt that the person in front of him was even crazier than the fat man's personality.

PS: The above is the text, and overtime is more painful. There are two games left in the Magic Match, and the map will be changed after the match is over. Someone complained to me that this volume is a little watery, and the protagonist is playing soy sauce, but it won't be like that in the next volume.