Godforsaken Lands, Silver City.

The head of the council, Colin Iliad, sat on a heavy, cold stone chair.

Right here, a short meeting had just ended, and the Council of Six had already made the decision to further explore the Giant's Court, so the next time you headed to the afternoon town camp, you had to be more prepared.

In the afternoon, the camp in the town has basically stabilized, and after planting the huge lantern mushrooms that will glow, as long as there is a range of light, no monsters will appear.

On the map, which was first on scale, a large number of areas that concealed special dangers were painted with colored markings, including a long line marked with a question mark, which was a secret path to the royal court through the "decayed forest" and "barren tunnel".

The passage was reported by a young man, and Colin had concealed it for him.

When he saw the young man walk into the room with a worried face, as the experienced chief of Silver City, Colin could see the other party's intention at a glance:

"You've thought about it."

Derick Berg didn't expect the chief to directly see the purpose of his coming, and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment: "Yes, yes!" I choose the 'Staff of Life'. ”

On the last occasion, Darek gave the message of the passage to the Chief in exchange for the "full brain of an adult mind dragon", knowing that the Chief was willing to give the Cultivator a higher sequence potion recipe in return for the message of its own value.

At that time, the Chief promised to give Darek a "Holy Seal", and the purpose of this seal was to give Mr. "Fool" in exchange for the Creator's Cross from the god.

Hearing Derrick's choice, Colin nodded: "The room opposite is empty, wait for me over there, I'll go and get the 'Life Staff' first." Stay safe afterward. ”

This is a disguised reminder to Derrick that the "Holy Seal" itself is very threatening, so you should be extra careful when touching it, and you should also be cautious when arranging the sacrificial ritual to not attract the attention of others.

Although the interior of the pagoda is rarely frequented, praying to a hidden being is never something to be done with great fanfare.

"I understand!" Darek nodded vigorously, then stepped out the door, pushing open the door to the house opposite, as the chief had said.

The materials needed for the ritual were ready, and Derik's previous apprehension gradually calmed down, hoping that Mr. "Fool" would be satisfied with the seals he provided, after all, Derik had no other choice.

Soon, Colin walked into the room where Darek was with a half-human-tall clay puppet, a humanoid golem with rudimentary features walking stiffly and holding a log-colored cane in his hand.

If it weren't for a walking stick, it looked like a rough wooden stick, like a long stick picked up from the side of the road.

Colin nodded silently at Derrick and walked out of the room, he would not be involved in Derrick's sacrifice in the whole process, as a sign of respect for the Hidden Being.

Darek took a heavy breath and began to methodically set up the ritual, he was already familiar with such a process.

The moving black clay figure lifted the staff and placed it on the altar.

Derik recited the name of Mr. Fool and waited for the illusory door to open and close, until the turbulent air in the room subsided, and Deerik looked up again to see that the Staff of Life had vanished, leaving a patina cross in its place.

This cross, surrounded by thorn-like spikes, the name of the cross, how to use it, and its negative effects, appeared directly in Deric's mind.

The young man thanked and praised Mr. Fool in his excitement before walking to the altar.

When he touched the "Darkless Cross", Darek felt a soft warmth, which seemed to spread from his fingers to the bottom of his heart.

He rubbed the cross cautiously, remembering the lightning sky and the towns trying to survive under it.

Silver City must not be a special case, we are not alone, are we, Mr. "Fool"?

Daerik took a few deep breaths before quickly cleaning up the ceremony.

A few minutes later, there was another knock on the chief's house.

"Come in."

Colin Iliad's low, hoarse voice came out before Derrick pushed the door open and walked in, showing the Chief, the cross he had just acquired:

"Your Excellency, this is what I mentioned earlier, and it is an item left behind by the Lord. It's called the 'Darkless Cross', and you can use the power by staining the thorns on the cross with the blood of the bearer. ”

Colin immediately stood up and took the cross from Darik's hand, and as Darik introduced information about the item, the wrinkled warrior listened in silence and looked at it in silence.

Colin pressed his thumb to the thorn, and the blood flowed through the cross, allowing the mottled rust to peel off from the outside, revealing a pure glow that instantly illuminated the room.

Divine and radiant, this is indeed an item from the Creator.

Such an aura had not been seen in the past two thousand years, at least not in Colin's lifetime, but there were still many things left in Silver City that were used to worship the "All-Knowing and Almighty Creator", exactly like the aura emanating from this cross.

As one of the few people who had access to those items, Colin was confident enough that he would never admit his mistake and would not forget the breath of the Lord.

However, when he said this, Rao was the weathered chief, and he still showed a trace of sorrow: "This is indeed the Lord's...... Goods. ”

A word chokes his chest, and he can't be said again.

Derrick was also infected by the emotions in the chief, who was originally happy to get the "No Dark Cross", but for a while he seemed very lonely.

Colin suddenly raised his hand and pressed the cross against Derrick's heart, the warm light that almost ignited the young man's heart.

The old chief's voice was hoarser than before, but it was extremely firm:

"The return of the Lord's belongings is a sign, a sign that we are about to see the light of day."

——

He came here as a sign that the earth would rise up with swords.

The night was dark, the streets were silent, and a crow crouching at the head of the bridge rolled its eyes to look at the street not far away, and its gaze fell on the head of the man who shuttled through the shadows.

The all-black cloak obscured the man's tall figure, but as he walked, another layer of bright red cloak underneath was occasionally revealed.

A mask made of black iron, similar to armor, was worn on his face, revealing only a pair of fiery, piercing eyes, scanning the streets of Beckland with a touch of contempt.

Although the mouths of the two ancestors of Sauron and Einhorn were no longer arguing on their faces, in the minds of this body, they still chattered and cursed the Medici, who had long had the upper hand and controlled the movement of the body.

However, in such a tug-of-war for freedom, even if the situation of Sauron and Einhorn is at a disadvantage, it will affect Medici who are in the same situation.

Medici had infiltrated Beckland with the Order, and it was a collaboration that was not stable, but with Ince Zangwill's prior contact, the Red Evil Spirit easily approached the Order's people and offered to support their plans to create a god of death.

Of course, this also has a premise, the goal that Medici seeks is the high-order characteristics of the "Hunter" path, such as the "Conqueror" in the hands of the Royal Family of Rune, and the Spirit Order must also assist this evil spirit in his actions in Rune.

However, both sides are very wary, which dooms this relationship to be impossible to sustain for long.

As the footsteps approached, the crow seemed to feel uneasy, and it spread its wings and took off in the direction of the west.

Without warning, a flame ignited in the air, completely burning the crow to ashes.

"It's a pity, it's not a little crow."

Medici chuckled, ignoring the flames that had plunged into the river.

——

The candle flame on the table danced inexplicably, causing the shadows in the room to suddenly lengthen, twist and twist and dance.

Rabit rubbed his eyes and looked back in the direction of the window, where a breeze blew in from the street, he jumped out of his chair to close the window, picked up his monocle and quickly scanned the last paragraph, and then sighed heavily.

The small voice suddenly came to mind: "You'd better get out of Beckland as soon as possible, this may be your last chance." ”

"I won't," Rubit closed his eyes and gently massaged the eye area, making the boy extra tired every time he used that monocle to "study", "although this is not home, but this is the place I know best, and I can't give up this advantage." ”

"It's rare for me to be so sincere, but if you stay here, you're likely to die."

Repetit reopened his eyes with no expression on his face: "Isn't that exactly what you expected?" When I die, won't you be free? ”

"It's not like that, it's not that simple," Rebbit's voice in his head replied with some trouble, "You have her protection, if you hadn't taken the initiative to let go of the restrictions......

Rebit didn't wait for the voice to explain, and simply asked frankly: "So what is the premonition you have been talking about for the past few days?" ”

"The situation in Rune is already very tense."

"Well, it's also going to be in the newspapers, and the kids of the gangsters are talking about it, and our neighbors aren't very friendly."

Rebit thought for a moment, then shook his head: "But I don't feel that nervous, I still have time to say what you said when you laughed at me, the newspaper stuff is seventy percent a lie." ”

The voice in my head was silent for a few seconds before it sounded again: "The war is very close, I just told you." ”

After that, the voice never sounded again.

Rebit looked at the books on the table, and the paper for writing practice, and sat at the desk for a longer time.

War, what a distant word.