In Thoth's memory, the first time he came to Silver City was in the first two or three years of the Third Age, when it was still called the Silver Country.

At that time, the war had just ended, everything seemed to be thriving, and the "Red of War" was full of hope for the future and a desire for love.

Yes, love - it is rare to fall in love during war, because the battle with the devil is extremely dangerous, most people do not want the wife of the newlywed Yan'er to become a widow, nor do they want the newborn child to become an orphan, and concern often makes the warrior lose the courage to die generously, so even if the young people have affection for each other, few dare to pierce the window paper - but the longer it is suppressed, the more it will bounce back, so that Thoth always feels that the camp is full of pink bubbles, trysts, snorts, and fools, ...... who propose in public I saw that he was a single person, and there was a faint sadness in addition to the blessing.

Medici's lieutenant, Iason, was one of the public proposers, and it was on a night when Thoth was preoccupied with roasting lamb chops, and he danced a dance with a woman of quarter-elven blood who was often arguing, and after being trampled on the back of his feet for the third time, he kissed the woman viciously on the cheek, and confessed and proposed in a very loud voice.

The wedding date was soon set, and the venue was in the central square of the Silver Country.

Gifts were piled up one after another, one after another, the smell of flowers and wine filled the air, and even God was very face-giving, the wind was smooth, and the sun was shining—only it was so bright that it almost roasted the ground to the point of smoke near noon, and Medici beckoned, and a few wisps of clouds floated over, blocking the sunlight just right.

Even though centuries had passed since the Silver Country had become the Silver City, he recognized that the square was still the same square, and those long-standing memories inevitably came alive, making him stunned for a while.

"I remember Medici's lieutenant was here for his wedding." Amon spoke what was in His heart.

"Do you remember?" Thoth was a little surprised.

"That's the first time I've been to a human wedding."

"You wanted to steal the bride's flower crown."

"Hey, didn't I steal it in the end?"

The torch-carrying patrol passed through the square, oblivious to two strange visitors, who would not be noticed by the ordinary and extraordinary as long as they did not want to.

Seeing the light of the fire melt into the night, Thoth put away his memories and said, "Let's go, go to the place where they kept the seal."

The place where the seals are stored in Silver City is like a small bunker, and there are dozens of waist-high stone tablets standing outside, keeping a certain space, enclosing the fortress, and through the characters on it, it is clearly recognized that this is a safety device that suppresses the activity of the seal, but the effect has been diminished with the passage of time. At the entrance stood a stone door carved with a mottled pattern, and a heavy lock in the middle, but it could not stop the two strangers, Thot used his fingertips as a pen and spirituality as ink, drew a "rabbit hole" on the wall, and walked through it to the interior.

Amon followed, "They have quite a lot of reserves in the occult."

"Indeed." After a cursory glance, Thoth found that the extraordinary properties corresponding to these seals accounted for almost all twenty-two paths.

Amun looked into a corner as if he had a feeling, and the next moment, a staff was held in his hand.

"It's strange that I was wearing the pair of glasses you gave me just now, and I didn't notice it." Amon weighed the staff twice, "I thought Silver City didn't have a high-level 'cultivator' seal."

Thoth touched his staff, and he extracted a wisp of illusory information.

"Cultivator Pathway Sequence 4, Ancient Alchemist."

He slowly read out the information he had obtained: "It can drive extraordinary beings with low intelligence to complete the refining of life and make stone and earth golems, and the striking of the rod can increase the probability of creatures losing control and madness, and make them mutate, such as growing crops such as watermelons and wheat...... However, it is not edible, and the touch of the head of the staff can heal injuries and disabilities...... The downside is that over time, the body will mutate, and the organs will increase or decrease – the reduced part will be replaced by plants."

"Total

In other words, this object has a strong sense of "abundance" and "growth." Thoth concluded, "As for why you didn't notice it when you looked at it from a distance, it was probably because of the environment."

Amon immediately understood, "Because the God's Forsaken Land is full of 'desolation' and 'decay' that is just in line with it?"

"Yes, they cancel each other out." In fact, Thoth originally wanted to use the word "neutralization", but considering that he had to explain the meaning of the acid-base neutralization reaction and PH value, he temporarily changed his words.

"But it also means that it's not the black grass that grows."

Amon put the cane back in its place, and they searched it carefully, focusing on the seals of the two pathways of "Moon" and "Mother", and the result was either that the corresponding trait sequence was too low, or it had nothing to do with concepts such as "abundance" and "growth".

"In that case......

They all moved their gaze to their feet, and a peep butterfly with four wings and eye lines parted from Thoth's fingertips, and one of the Worms of Time became another Amun, and the Entity smiled and said to Him, "It's time for you to manifest."

Oh, why don't you behave it? The doppelganger muttered and glanced at Thoth with a sad heart, perfectly interpreting what it means to be "weak, pitiful, and helpless."

"I'll go," said Thoth, "for he doesn't need to show it yet."

Without waiting for the main body Amon to answer, the secret butterfly stretched out in a long line, seeping into the particles of the soil like water, all the way down, to the unknown land. After a moment, Thoth's expression became solemn.

"What happened?" Amon sensed that his face was not quite right.

"I can't feel it anymore, and after falling to a certain height, contact is suddenly cut off without warning." Thoth mused, "Do you mean ......?"

"Knock ——!"

The sonorous sound of bells resounded in the night sky, and someone hissed and shouted, "Alert! They're coming—ahhh

"Ho...... Hiss ......"

A chilly screech sounded, as creepy as a pit viper gliding in the night, and the movement outside the door came to an abrupt halt for a moment, as if winter had suddenly come and everything froze—Thoth knew what this silence meant, it meant fear and despair, because in the face of an enemy of overwhelming strength, it was a futile choice to raise their arms to resist and turn and flee, and they could only stay where they were, waiting in fear for their death.

"Pull out and stop them!"

A hoarse voice sounded, as exciting as a horn, followed by the howling of the cold wind and the sonorous sound of metal colliding, Thoth turned into a torrent of information and rushed to the sky, only to see that the people of Silver City were fighting desperately with the black and crushing evil spirit army, and the most eye-catching among the living was a burly and energetic old man. His weapon was not a sword and an axe, but a huge chain hammer with countless thorny spikes on it—the green tendons on his arm burst out, and the giant hammer was wrapped in a dazzling light like the morning sun, and the evil spirit rider led by a meteorite smash!

Many of the abilities of the "Dawn Knight" can make the evil spirit fearful, but the evil spirit rider in black armor is not in a hurry, and quickly dodges the wolf-shaped monster with two heads under the crotch, and then a scream that can pierce the eardrum of people is sent out from the evil spirit's face armor, and many warriors of Silver City show a painful look on their faces, and their bodies are also frozen, but the evil spirit will not be affected, seize all the time to bite up!

That's when the flowering time arrived.

One, two, hundreds of pink peach blossoms bloomed in the shadow of the sword and sword, between the cold fangs of evil spirits and the fragile necks of ordinary people, beautiful and abrupt, like another earthly gift.

The evil spirits that had coveted the delicious soul for a long time pounced into the air, and let out angry and confused screams—they didn't understand, but how some delicate, crumpled plants could resist the onslaught of death.

For the warriors of Silver City, they came to an incredible world, with a fresh fragrance on the tip of their noses, beautiful plants they had never seen before, and a babbling stream clear enough to illuminate human faces

- They are on this side of the stream, and the evil spirit is on the other side of the stream, and this distance is not very long, but the evil spirit seems to be blocked by an invisible barrier, and it cannot get through.

Just as he rejected the greedy fisherman, Peach Blossom Paradise rejected the evil spirit with murderous intent.

"Miracles." Someone murmured like a dream, "This must be a miracle......

What does hope and joy mean when hope and joy rise from the hearts of many people? They were not abandoned! They still have hope of living!

Amon straightened his monocle, and a burst of clear and pure light burst out from the lens, and the living were stimulated to tears at most, but the evil spirits let out a wail, and the cloudy smoke rose from them, and their bodies became thin and fragile, and finally disappeared, leaving only some spiritual materials in the place where they had been.

Seeing that the momentum was not right, the Ghost Rider at the head hurriedly escaped into the door of space - but strangely, it did not get farther and farther away from the strong light that he felt resisted from the bottom of his heart, but got closer and closer.

"Huh? Why don't you stop and keep running?"

Playing with a few stolen distances, the god of deception and mischief looked at it with pleasure.