After a short walk, you came to a magnificent palace with a pool of water not far from the foothills.

He Jian's gaze retracted from the lake, the lake was strange, and there was no water at first glance, it looked like a super large pudding, but now was not the time to study, he looked up and down at the palace.

This is completely different from the palace in his impression, the Chinese palace is more like a temple, or a combination of multiple temples, but this building, called the Golden Temple, is more like a castle.

The cyan façade has also fallen off in many places, and the towering spires have even collapsed in a few places, all showing traces of the past.

"Where's the gold?" He Jian asked.

"What gold?" Fio wondered.

"Don't you say it's the Golden Temple, what about the gold?"

The green tendons on Prus's forehead jumped obviously, and he suppressed the fire and said: "The Golden Temple means that there are treasures in the world, including supreme magic books, as well as martial arts that lead to the sky in one step, as well as holy swords, artifacts, etc., left by countless ancestors. It's not like it's made of gold!"

"Oh, I see. He Jian's tone was full of disappointment, and Pruss wanted to say more, but was pulled down by Fior.

Walking into the inside of the temple, it is much more magnificent than the outside, even if it is crowned with the word gold, it is not inferior at all.

From the outside, it doesn't seem to be a very high space, surrounded by several magic crystals, emitting a soft light.

He Jian looked up, the top of the temple was about 5 or 6 stories high, and there were a total of 6 golden pillars around it, and next to each giant pillar were placed two bodies of armor standing in the shape of a human, a total of 12 armors guarding the entire hall.

The top and one side of the main hall are transparent, and the brown glass is painted with patterns, which is too far away for He Jian to see clearly, but there is also a huge mural on the wall without glass on one side.

The murals are painted from a bottom-up perspective.

Nearby, countless people looked up at the sky with solemn faces, and it was obvious that there were mages with magic wands and samurai in armor in the crowd.

The ground nearby was scorched, and there were several corpses lying on top of the scorched earth, and a magician-like man whose legs had been blown to pieces, he was trying his best to raise his body, the magic array in his hand pointed to the sky, and there was a twisted smile on his face covered with smoke and dust, he was probably performing the last magic of his life.

He Jian walked forward along the mural, and several different human beings appeared in the mural.

Some of them have much longer hair than ordinary people, some have two fangs and mouths, and some are slender and have a tail behind them.

He Jian also saw that a person was much taller than the people around him, and his ears were like a fan.

Before He Jian could speak, Fei O explained on the side: "You shouldn't have come into contact with these people, they didn't stay in the City of Silence, and they died a long time ago. They are orcs. ”

Orcs?

He Jian has only seen it in novels, movies and televisions, but he didn't expect that the orcs here would actually stand with ordinary humans to defend against foreign enemies, although they don't look very in line with He Jian's aesthetics, they are all fierce and vicious.

But their eyes were all forward, and none of them were worried about their backs.

"These are elves and dwarves. Fio knew that He Jian had never seen it, and pointed to one of the murals.

He Jian took a few steps forward, and several beautiful figures came into view.

The five elves stood on a high place, and even in the battlefield full of fireworks, they could not hide their posture at all, and they were wearing green openwork armor, which looked like some kind of vine weaving.

Whether compared to humans or orcs, there is no anger on their faces, no hideousness, only tranquility and nobility, they are one with the mural, and they seem to be out of the way.

Four of the five elves are bending their bows and shooting arrows, and one is taking arrows, and the hand that takes the arrow is raised in the air, ready to be placed on the bowstring.

He Jian clearly saw that there were 5 arrows in that hand!

And this elven archer was the only one of the five who did not look ahead, his head tilted slightly to his side.

He Jian followed his gaze, and under the high ground where the elves were standing, a stout little man with bearded hair was carrying a double axe, this should be a dwarf.

The dwarf's face was bloodstained except for his hair, and he could barely see his face, and he was roaring at the elf, and several dwarves fell beside him.

"Elves are all natural wood magicians, and healing is their gift. It's just that their personalities ......," Fio thought for a moment, "and they're a little cold, and they don't get along well with the dwarves." ”

He Jian nodded, it is indeed not easy to become friends when growing into two extreme races.

The mural went into a fever pitch before that, with fireworks and dust blowing up everywhere.

The exposed open space was full of corpses, humans, orcs, dwarves, and elves no longer distinguished between you and me, and the blood flowed into a small river, and then was blown up into the sky by the firelight.

But what shocked He Jian the most was that on the upper right side of the mural, the side that was against everyone, that is, the alien race in all the mouths, they were obviously not from this world, and the technology tree they lit was different!

They are more like human beings that He Jian is familiar with, although the painter may not know about the alien race, and the scene painted is a little blurry, but the flying spaceships in the sky, the steel hulls, and the flying cannonballs all show that this is a contest between technological civilization and magical civilization.

The picture stopped abruptly at this point, He Jian's face turned pale, and he turned his head and asked, "This is the alien race?"

"Yes," Fio was a little silent.

"At that time, the tragedy was a hundred times more than on the picture, the world's elites gathered here, and after the fight, there were almost no three out of ten, the other party's magic was too strong, almost did not stop, most of them flew in the sky, and many of us were slaughtered almost without room to show their strength. ”

"Their magic shield can only break a small hole for even the most powerful elven archers. If Lord Fashen hadn't cast the seal at the last moment, this world would definitely not last for 5,000 years, and we have done everything we can, and the rest may be handed over to you. ”

He Jian pursed his lips, wanting to tell him that it wasn't magic at all, but he knew that even if he said it, it wouldn't have any effect.

He took a deep look at the spaceship in the mural and said, "Let's go and see the gods first." ”

"Okay, come with me. Fio led the way, and the Dragon Devourer followed behind He Jian eager to try.

He Jian thought about his thoughts, and was silent all the way, his mind was full of spaceships, wondering if it would be an accident that he crossed over.

It makes a lot of sense to have someone who knows the tech tree travel to a magical civilization and then deal with the tech tree race.

It's just that he has a few pounds and a few taels, and he knows very well, and he has never done anything to be a savior, which is too difficult for a strong person.