"Seal down the town, Björn, come with me!" After an intermittent exchange with Matilde, the wizard determined the location of the remnants of the monks hidden in the realm. Arrange for the warriors who follow him to seal off the town, and take Rollo, Björn and other warriors who have inspired the heart of knighthood to the monk's retreat.

Luo Luo and the others looked at Floki, who was fused into the light of witchcraft like a torch at this moment, and stopped talking for a while, but finally did not say anything. In fact, from Floki's several shots, they have already discovered that Floki has produced more peculiar changes compared to them in the process of transformation. It's just that no one thought that this guy would become such an existence!

The wizard held his wand, and Floki writhed from side to side in the sorcery brilliance that fused into it, as if he was observing a new world from a more unique perspective.

The group quickly came to the back of the Earl's house, and River pushed through a stone wall to reveal the entrance to the dark underground passage. Bahrain had not imagined that Count Haradson would build such a secluded underground space for the monks here.

The wizard walked into the passage first, and the damp and cold breath came to his face. In the glow of sorcery, Floki writhed his body, his hands waving and shedding blazing flames to dispel the cold.

The passage shone with a sparkling sorcery glow, and the stone walls around the narrow passage were covered with gray moss. It seems that this underground facility has been around for many years. It is said that as soon as Haradson became earl, he began to order people to build it.

The sound of footsteps echoed through the narrow passages, and the entire underground facility resembled a huge mausoleum, dead and lifeless.

After walking down for about a few dozen meters, a long stone bridge appeared in front of everyone. Beneath the stone bridge lies an endless abyss.

"There is absolutely no way that someone like Haradson is capable of building it!" Bahrain has concluded. Building such a long stone bridge over such a bottomless abyssal crack is definitely not something that mortal strength can accomplish.

On the stone bridge stands a patch of black-brown moss, which you can tell at first glance that it is fungal vegetation that has been living in the absence of sunlight for a long time. Shade-loving plants that rely on chemicals such as nitrates to sustain life.

Balin stretched out his left hand, which was covered with a black leather glove, and stroked the moss from the stele. A line of ancient runi letters is engraved on it. This script is now unrecognizable to most Scandinavian residents, but it is still vaguely recognizable by shamans with a complete cultural heritage.

Try to spell out these ancient words, such as the large number of guttural and tongue sounds in Nepali that make it difficult to pronounce in Bahrain.

That's it...... Untie...... Untie your sword...... What to pay tribute to...... Rainbow Bridge ...... Valhalla ...... Asgard?Odin's kingdom?" Bahrain raised his head in shock and looked at the stone bridge, which turned out to be the ruins of the kingdom of Asgard built by Odin, the great magician and the god of the ice field, in ancient times?

In the history of the Wizards, in the era of the rise of the Wizards, there was a great disagreement between the sages who adhered to the new system and the supporters of the old system. The sorcerers were dissatisfied with the ignorance and arrogance of the magicians who claimed to be gods, and wanted to build a new human world that would progress with the mortal world.

Later, fierce wars broke out between the philosophers and the supporters of the old theoretical system, including the Asgardian god line headed by Odin.

As the years passed, the new wizards had already set their sights on the endless starry sky, and they carried the will of the wizard to descend on the different dimensional worlds. The country's ancient history has been forgotten by those who come after it. With the exception of the history of the Native Wars that exist in the large museums of several major wizarding shrines, these materials have long been abandoned.

It is still rumored that the Mysterious Garden was built on the foundation of the Valhalla Temple. The ancestors who once participated in this local war have become high wizard lords, and ordinary wizards rarely have the opportunity to come into contact with them.

A great process of human beings pursuing the truth, taking the initiative to step down from the altar with the owner of authority, and spreading the truth to the world has been sealed by the dust of the years. So much so that today's later generations of wizards have long forgotten the creed of the wizards of the past.

"Valhalla, Odin's kingdom?" was listening to Bahrain stumble through the words, and while they couldn't understand the meaning of the other words, Valhalla and Asgard were distinct.

"Odin, what the hell is going on?" Bjorn felt ridiculous. Is this the kingdom of heaven that all Vikings consider to belong for life?

Even Floki, who had completely turned into flames, fluctuated violently, and a large amount of flames erupted, showing that he could not calm his soul.

"It should be!" Ballin turned to look at the warriors who had followed him first, and even had their souls under his control, slowly recounting the ancient history that only learned wizards knew.

An epic of the ideological struggle between the old and new human worlds, a little-known history of the rise of ancient wizards, and the last elegy of the native gods. Let these Viking natives, who are far away from the wizarding world, far away from the truth of the world, have their mouths wide open and can't close for a long time.

They never thought about what the gods were, where they were, and why they never appeared. It is only today that they truly understand what it means to be a shaman, never believing in gods.

Perhaps shamans will borrow religion to maintain their spiritual purity, just like the wizard Balin who is close to him. But no wizard ever offered himself to the gods.

It's no wonder that wizards have always referred to themselves and others as mortals, and they used to think that was the arrogance of wizards. Only today did I understand that they were originally related to the gods. Even it is these arrogant sorcerers who take away the authority that belongs to Shen Ling and return it to all beings. He will selflessly give away the wisdom treasured by the gods to mortals. Let all mortals in the world who aspire to explore the truth of the universe have access to knowledge that once only gods were qualified to possess.

What was once thought to be a slave is now the protector of the human world. It is precisely because of the will of the sorcerer that envelops the native land that the fragile mortals are saved from being slaughtered by the powerful species of the universe.

The wizard, like a cold-faced father, uses his unsmiling face to warn all extradimensional creatures with bad intentions. Hold up this clean land with his strong arms. Let mortals live and multiply as they wish.

Wizards open their arms and embrace all the elites who have emerged from the mortal world to join the battle to defend their homeland. All that is left for mortals is a seemingly indifferent but loving back.

"It seems that my guess is right, these monks are supporters of the will of the local gods back then. They are magicians who have been lost for many years!" Balin had confirmed his conjecture through here.

Raising his wand, he stepped onto the stone bridge: "Will you follow the will of the wizard and go to face the descendants of the gods you believe in?"