In the light of the fire, you can see the countless cracks on the dirt giant's body, as if they were made of broken stones, and they will fall apart when they move, and the sand and gravel on its face are constantly sliding, and its features are nothing more than deep hollows. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The massive mound of clay began to move slowly—it raised its fist, a mass of cracked dirt cemented together—its arms could not support its weight, and it quickly landed on Odin's head, a punch the size of at least three human heads!

Odin spun out of the way - the dirt giant missed, his arm smashed to the ground and shattered into countless pieces of mud, and the rubble splattered in a circle and flew down on Odin.

Next, the clay monster turns into a mound of dirt, leaving only a large hollow pit.

The dirt around Odin squirmed again, and one after another small bags of dirt swelled from the surface and became the shape of a small man twenty or thirty meters tall, with knives, swords, and shields in their hands, and rushed towards the black-robed man.

This time, the clay figurine was very sturdy - Odin grabbed one, its whole body smooth and sticky, its eyes and mouth were sunken black holes, its limbs twisted constantly, and he waved his sword in his hand, trying to cut it at the hand that grabbed it.

The sword was also made of clay - when it touched the skin, it turned into a slippery mud film that wrapped tightly around the skin and kept the knuckles from moving - and the clay figure quickly melted into a mass of mud that clinged to Odin's hand!

More and more clay figures came out of the ground, staggering, and pounced on the black-robed warlock!

After each of the strange little figures climbed on Odin's body, they turned into mud and slid down their robes—the mud seemed to come to life, and instead of dripping to the ground, it clung to the human body, gradually becoming dry, as if trying to turn the living into mud figurines.

Odin didn't resist, and let the clay figures crawl all over his body, just gently pulling them off to prevent them from tangling his hands and hair.

"Ah, you're such a vicious old man - you want to tempt me, and you either decide to cooperate with us or kill me right here. ”

Odin feigned fear, and deliberately trembled a little—not like that.

"I saw the good show you and the young men of the Larson family that day—I was sitting in the poppy theater. On the surface, one of you manipulates the poisonous fog and the other the flame, as if in line with our prophecy. The white-haired old man leaned against the stake, looking into the deep night sky, and didn't look at the black-robed warlock.

"But do you really think we're just fanatical lunatics? If you trust every mage who can play with fire and air, the "Apocalypse" would have perished hundreds of times. ”

The old man's voice became excited, as if he wanted to express all the pent-up enthusiasm and longing in his chest: "Maipu is an oppressed people, and if it were not for the wisdom of survival, it would not have existed to this day. We are faithful to our faith with one eye and see reality with the other, and you are just two naïve young men who want to rely on us to become the enemy of the entire empire. ”

The old man raised his hands, and a fountain of mud poured up from the ground into the sky—the dirt troll appeared in the cracked spring—its whole body was smooth and glistening in the light of the twin moons, and it raised its clay tomahawk and slashed it down on Odin's head!

"You just want to die—do you want the Apostate to be buried for your ignorance? Because of this bad intention, you should be buried here as soon as possible, and I have done a little bit of kindness compared to being crushed by the power of the Empire and leaving no bones left. ”

Odin didn't struggle, his legs were already tightly wrapped in mud, he couldn't move, he could only wait for the giant axe to fall on him!

However, the look on his face did not change - he still showed a relaxed and happy appearance, as if he was just talking to a hunter about today's harvest.

"It turns out that this is the survival wisdom of the race—no wonder you would send your daughter to the slave market so that the lustful and strong young lord could see it. Your daughter, Polly Wanda, mother of Archmage Rose, has suffered much during her short life, and she has always wondered if it is worth paying her own price for the faith of the Maipu. ”

"It's worth it. The old man's voice became agitated, and the earth troll's great axe fell on Odin's head!

However, Odin's voice did not disappear, haunting the night sky like a ghost: "Therefore, it is also a wisdom to give your grandson to Suli Larsen in exchange for the status of a legitimate freeman. Following his mother's surname, Archmage's full name should be Ross Wanda, but unfortunately he will never know what a great man his mother was. ”

The old man was amazed—the black-robed man must have been buried in the mud at this point—and he turned back slowly, and found that the place where the man was standing had turned into a cluster of scarlet fire, and this firelight, heading upwards towards the clay giant, exploded above the giant's head, turning into a cloud of fire, obscuring the two moons!

"I have given all the people who live in Paliwa the status of freemen - I have liberated them and made us hidden from the hunt in the world. The old man remained calm.

Odin's voice came from the fire: "You have even infiltrated the major families of the empire and become their vassals - from this point of view, your survival wisdom is indeed remarkable. ”

The flames splashed to the ground again, turning into small flames one after another.

"If you're just talking stupid enough to show that you're not powerful and trying to provoke me, I don't think we'll have anything to talk about. The old man did not seem to be afraid of the fire, he patted the dirt on his body, stood up, and prepared to walk towards the stone house.

"Ah, don't be in a hurry. The voice in the fire group became more and more brisk: "Compared with those passionate idealists, you are more pragmatic. ”

"If you're well-informed enough - you should know that it was the people of Deep Valley who saved the Larson family heir that day. ”

"According to the 'survival wisdom of the Maipu people' – you should know that behind every change there must be a greedy chaebol group, an ambitious military force, and the leader is only a symbol – he can be just a noble symbol that stirs up widespread faith. So it's far from being as simple as you seem. ”

In the face of a man who is good at scheming, if you want to impress him, every sentence must be on the right appetite, and after more than a month of practice, Odin is becoming more and more familiar with it.

"You've received carrier pigeons from the north that say 'Timberwolves meet with the Black Sword of the Ice Soul' – and now the plutocracy and the military have come together. ”

The flames splashed on the ground, like a swarm of elves, leaping on the tips of grass and gravel—wherever they went, the weeds withered and the dirt dried up, and the ghosts of fire plundered and nourished themselves.

The old man stopped, but did not glance at the flames, and let them burn: "But it can't be said that the two groups favor you, just as the 'traitors' also know about the secret meeting, but can I tell you that the two giant crocodiles are already with us?"

"It seems right that you say that—" The voice in the fire paused, as if to see if the old man would really go on to his stone house, close the door, and lock the handle. However, the old man only took two steps forward with a pretense of his chest, and then stopped.

"I don't think you will forget the people of the deep valley who threw burning sticks at the icon in the city of Paliva. The sound finally stopped, but the flames grew stronger and stronger, and the whole canopy was lit up.

The old man looked into the distance, and saw that the field of vision was covered with scarlet ghosts, the soil was cracked, the leaves were charred and yellow, and the beasts were silent.

The flames floated on the surface of everything, like a sea of red, and a huge wave swept into the sky in the distance.

The sky and the ground seemed to be smoothed and then joined together by scarlet, and the whole world seemed to be encased in a black cavern filled with tongues of flame that swayed lightly.

It would not be surprising to say that this was the coming of Judgment Day.

Looking at the fantastic landscape before him, the old man's heart became clear—as if he had walked through a fog barrier, and understood that the fog was also part of the journey, so he simply sat down on a stone and closed his eyes leisurely—the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes relaxed, his voice was no longer dull, and he recited the oldest songs.

"The prophet of the Shadow Continent. ”

Knowing that I walk in affliction,

Knowing the sins of the world,

Knowing the truth of the gods,

The origin of the world is eternal,

I will always follow the heart of the source,

Waiting for the day of judgment,

Sinners die forever, but believers live forever. ”

"I, the one who fights against God,

Called "The Apocrypha",

Waiting for the fire of disillusionment,

Follow the King of Scorpions. ”