Chapter 190 Prophecy
According to the instructions of the old dragon turtle, Brian and Helister came to the foot of the mountain to the west, where the magic chain was located.
This is an obsidian altar about five meters in diameter. A rusty chain extends from the center of the cracked altar, and is eventually covered by thick yellow sand.
Brian walked carefully to the heavily weathered altar and inspected the six-ring intertwined runes engraved on it.
He thought for a moment, then gently waved his hand at the rusty chain.
A magical light emerged, and the chain became brand new. You can clearly see the dense magic runes engraved on the connected iron rings.
This is an arcane rune, a structural rune similar to a spell circuit. Its greatest use is to make magic items.
The arcanists of Netheril mastered this mysterious rune from the scrolls of Netheril and used it to craft and enhance weapons and equipment.
The most important thing is that these arcane runes inherited from the scrolls of Nese are quite stable.
They can have special effects in many aspects, and many advanced runes can even easily create legendary equipment.
Arcane runes are just like words. Seemingly ordinary runes, when combined together, can often produce unexpected effects.
Just like a Chinese dictionary, in the hands of people with outstanding literary talent, it can become poems and classics that have been passed down through the ages.
It is said that during the Arcane Empire, there were thousands of these mysterious arcane runes. When every apprentice was undergoing magic education, they would often come into contact with these runes and understand them just like learning a language. The meaning and usage of.
However, most arcanists spend their entire lives working hard, and due to the limitations of their personal talents, they can only master one or two hundred at most.
Although Brian once learned and mastered more than a dozen arcane runes by chance, and also deduced some good usages through these few runes, he wanted to let It was obviously impossible for him to completely break the restrictions on the chain.
"Are you encountering a problem?" Heliste raised her skirt lightly, walked up to him, and asked with concern.
"That's right." Brian nodded slightly. After Heliste saw through his mind, he immediately recalled the Haikou he had just boasted in front of the old dragon turtle, and a hint of embarrassment appeared on his face unconsciously. .
This is why he couldn't let go when he was with Helister.
In addition to the psychic aura that she involuntarily exudes as a legendary psychic, which will give him an inexplicable sense of oppression, what depresses him most is that her mind-reading ability is very powerful.
She can guess all her thoughts just by looking at each other.
"Your expression is all written on your face." Helist seemed to see through his thoughts at this time, and said in a soft voice with a slight smile, "There is no need for me to spend any effort to speculate."
"Okay." Brian met her tranquil eyes, shrugged helplessly, and walked down from the altar.
"Then do you know why I can see through your mind so easily?" Heliste flipped up her hair and asked in a relaxed tone.
"...the difference in strength." Brian glanced at her, carefully thought about the meaning of her question, and came up with a relatively reasonable answer.
Herister stared at him blankly, her eyes full of expectation flickering for a few times, and finally she nodded gently and took back the words she wanted to say.
"The restriction cannot be released, what are you going to do now?" She asked curiously, the breeze lifted her long flowing hair, and a strand of it just happened to brush Brian's face when she turned around gracefully.
“It can’t be said that it can’t be completely untied.”
The touch of long hair brushing his face reminded Brian of a gentle touch. He quickly came back to his senses and talked to Helis Te walked side by side and walked out of the valley, "Actually, there are many ways to unlock the restriction, but they all take a certain amount of time and cannot be completed as quickly as possible."
"Otherwise... …Let’s go back to Silvermoon City and help you find some helpers.” From the corner of her eye, Helist noticed Brian’s slightly frowning expression. He hesitated for a moment before speaking out his thoughts.
“That’s not necessary.”
Brian shook his head slightly, frowned, and said nonchalantly: "Even if you want to find help, I will come to you. How can I let you take action? However, we can handle this kind of thing ourselves, and there is no need to owe others "
In fact, he can really find help. For example, he can invite the duchess from Arabe City.
But, as he said, there is no need at all, because he has other ways.
He first looked up at the sunny sky, then met Helister's confused gaze, stretched out his hand to show her his ancient ring, and said with a smile:
< br>"Have you forgotten this piece of equipment? As long as it gets dark, I can arrange a disintegrating array on the altar, and then use the power of the stars to activate the starlight dispersion on the ring, and the restriction of the chain will naturally be solved."< br>
The cleavage circle is equivalent to a legendary cleavage technique released by a mage in the legendary field.
The only drawback of this method is that when setting up the magic circle, it needs to consume nearly 100,000 worth of materials and rare gems.
Thinking of the wealth he collected in Bullingdon Stone City, Brian felt that it was not something he could not afford to squander.
"That's it, I did forget it." Helist nodded slightly, with a faint smile involuntarily curling up at the corner of her mouth.
"I have observed it a long time ago. There are a lot of supernatural trolls here." Brian stood on a sand dune and asked her for advice, "While it is still early, do you want to come with me? Go and clean up these monsters. We’ll come back when it gets dark.”
A young human-eating demon with supernatural powers has at least about 5,000 experience points. Naturally, he will not let go of the opportunity of having Heliste by his side to accumulate as much experience points as possible.
After all, if his arcanist level increases by one level, he will be able to start seventh-level spells.
However, when he finished saying this, he suddenly regretted it.
Because he suddenly remembered that when he and Helist were looking for a ruins in the desert of the small world, he seemed to have said the same words.
At that time, there was a small misunderstanding because he asked her to help him attract monsters. As a result, this psychic who was always obedient to him often gave him a cold face along the way.
Apparently, Helister also recalled those things.
She did not directly nod in agreement, but looked at him for a long time with inexplicable eyes.
Until he felt a little uncomfortable and wanted to take back his words, he found that Helister slowly put on her hood, covering her beautiful face, and nodded slightly at him.
Brian had the illusion that he seemed to see a fleeting hint of playfulness in her eyes.
Recalling what Helist had looked like before, he couldn't believe his eyes.
Then, he took the hand that she reached out to him, helped her down the rugged sand dunes, and walked together towards the depths of the desert.
Time passed like this in the wailing of the supernatural human-eating demon.
When the last light of dusk disappeared on the western horizon, Brian and Helister came to a relatively high sand dune after a long journey.
They were sitting in a shelter hut surrounded by an opaque khaki hemisphere force field.
Brian simply prepared some bread, cheese, fruit and some drinks, intending to replenish his exhausted energy, and then used the power of starlight to unlock the old dragon turtle's restrictions.
"Brian, I find that you seem to know a lot about the future."
Herister finished a piece of bread in small bites, took out a delicate wine bottle filled with golden liquid, and sat across from her Brian said next to him.
She leaned against a rock with her back on a rock and a book she carried with her on her lap.
"Although in our small world, every time you do something, you will also lay out a detailed and meticulous plan." She closed the book and put it away, thought for a while and added:< br>
“But I have never been as comfortable as you were in the world of Toril, giving orders to the deep gnomes or looking for golems.”
After setting up restrictions to resist wind, sand and sound insulation, Brian sat next to her and leaned against the rock behind her. "You can think that I have temporarily mastered some ability to predict the future."
" This is unlikely.”
Herister unscrewed the cork, took a sip of the golden wine, and shook her head slightly, “Even the gods cannot guarantee that they can predict the future. "
She thought for a moment, her beautiful eyes flickered, and she said tentatively, "I suspect that your ability is related to the power of some kind of time rule."
" But..." After thinking about it carefully, she felt that her idea was too exaggerated, and said in an uncertain tone:
"I heard with my own ears from the mouth of the Silver Moon Dragon Queen that the law of time in the world of Toril was firmly in the hands of a certain greatest being. It was as powerful as the God of Time. In the end, it just became an absolute The Mechanical Realm of Clock Nirvana of Order. "
"If you don't understand, then don't think about it." Brian didn't want to discuss this issue too much and let him subconsciously touch his deepest secret. He looked up at the clear sky and sighed involuntarily.
“After all, the world is very big, just like the vast starry sky. It will not be overshadowed by the presence of a star, nor will it be eclipsed by the absence of a star.”< br>
In fact, after hearing Helister's question, even he began to doubt his identity.
Although he didn't seem to care at all on the surface, the doubt about his identity was something hidden deep within him that he least dared and least wanted to mention.
After all, his strength is obtained through the system. If the system disappears inexplicably one day, will the strength he possesses also be lost because of this...
He dare not continue to imagine, he can only Face reality with the mentality of taking things as they come.
Of course, you have to be more careful in your unknown journey. You know, this feeling is a hundred times stronger than when he first advanced to the arcanist level and had his arcane fire abolished by the goddess of magic.
Every time he thought about this, a cold and biting shiver would run up his back unconsciously.
This made him recall a sentence involuntarily: I once picked up a beam of light, which was warm, beautiful, and hot. I gave everything I had, bruises all over my body, just to hold on to the only light in the dark night. Later, when it dawned, that beam of light had to go to its sun...
"You're right, Brian."
Helist took a sip of wine and drank the rest. She handed him half of the bottle and said to him in a soft tone, "After all, no flower is a flower from the beginning, and no flower remains a flower until the end."
Brian took the wine she handed over and looked at her silently.
"Actually, I have spent more than half of my life in silence and waiting." She stretched out her delicate fingers, lifted the end of a strand of hair hanging in front of her forehead, and sighed softly. Take a breath.
"Then what are you waiting for?" Brian asked with a smile as he saw a trace of sadness gradually appearing on her beautiful face.
Smelling the mellow wine, he seemed to have guessed something, and then took a tentative sip.
Suddenly, this bottle of mead, made from hundreds of nectars, seemed to open the valve of his memory, pulling him into the vortex of time. The scene in front of him quickly regressed, and the people and things around him gradually overlapped. .
In a daze, he seemed to have returned to the short time he spent growing up in the elven forest.
"I'm waiting to set off." Heliste said softly, her reddish cheeks looking more like she was feeling what she was thinking through her drunkenness:
< br>
"That feeling was like the gears of time turning slowly until there was a loud noise. I looked up and saw that among the fragments of memories, ordinary and usual encounters shone with dazzling light, making me remember Profound."
Brian looked at her helplessly.
He knew that her sentimental habit had relapsed, or that she was drunk by the palm-sized half-bottle of honey wine.
This shows how drunk this psychic is.
Faced with this situation, he chose to remain silent and sipped the wine in the bottle to himself.
"Actually, I'm curious, have you ever seen the future of our world?" Helist seemed to have been struggling for a long time, and finally couldn't help but ask this question, which was a bit sensitive for her.
“I didn’t see it.” Brian drank the remaining wine in the bottle and said nonchalantly:
“Although I didn’t see what the future looked like. , but I know that when the sky is dark to a certain extent, the stars will shine brightly, so just follow your heart and go on, there is nothing to worry about."
This is indeed his mentality at the moment. He really couldn't save the small world he was born in. As long as he worked hard and had a clear conscience, it was enough for him.
However, when he finished saying this, he noticed a trace of subtle disappointment flashing across Heliste's slightly sad face.
Obviously, this happened because she didn't get the answer she wanted from him, or it was possible that he guessed what she was thinking.
Brian stared at her and was silent for a while, secretly considering whether he should say the following words.
After hesitating for a moment, he looked at Helister with sincere eyes, reached out to brush away her long silver hair hanging down her face, gently touched her cold face, and said softly:
"Herister, although I have not seen the future, please remember that I was your admirer in the past, and now you are my evangelist, so I have already made up my mind secretly in my heart that I want to be in the future. Become your eternal guardian.”
Herister was shocked when she heard this, and unconsciously raised her delicate white palm to hold Brian’s hand that was close to her face.
With a pair of beautiful eyes that contained long experience and wisdom, she stared at him blankly for a long time, but hesitated to speak.
Although she didn't say anything or ask anything, her eyes full of meaning made the reflection in her eyes read thousands of meanings.
She leaned forward, away from the rock she was leaning on, and leaned gently on Brian's body, leaning quietly in his arms.
Brian had mixed feelings in his heart. He felt her fingers slide into his hand naturally, intertwined with his, and intertwined tightly, as if they were trying to connect their hearts tightly. together.
He saw the soft body in his arms gently closing her eyes, as if opening everything about her to himself, body, mind and intuition.
Smelling the refreshing fragrance, his fingertips slipped through her long, disheveled hair, gently caressing her cat-like soft back, sliding down the curve, and holding her slender waist tightly.
During this close breath, he couldn't help but look at her delicate face, and gradually became fascinated by her otherworldly beauty. He forgot his goal at the moment and could only look at her like a man possessed.
For a moment, his love for magic seemed to eclipse it.
Night falls, and the sky is full of stars.
With bursts of rumbling noises, the terrestrial dragon turtle Ogruul transformed into a white-haired old man and appeared in front of Brian and Helister.
"Thank you for your help, young master. Ogruer will abide by the contract and serve you for thousands of years." The old dragon turtle in gray robe bowed deeply to Brian and said with a respectful expression.
"You're welcome, Ogruer."
Brian raised his hand and said to him with a smile, "Actually, I'm curious why you asked me when I made the conditions. I will agree to it so neatly."
Just as he deduced, when the sky was densely filled with stars, the disintegration array he arranged with the cooperation of the ancient ring easily released the dragon turtle's chain.
Herister on the side also cast curious eyes on the hunchbacked old man in front of her.
"To tell you the truth, my little master." The old dragon turtle moved his rickety body, as if he was regaining control of his body.
“I am a terrestrial dragon turtle who has lived for 5,632 years. In my life, besides controlling the power of the earth element, my best ability is my prophecy. I like to use it the most. His own turtle shell divination.”
“Prophecy?” Brian looked at him in surprise, not expecting that the other party had this unique skill.
This kind of prophecy is not the prophecy school of wizards or the spiritual prophecy system of psychics, but a means of predicting the future.
After all, divination comes at a price.
Prophets or sages who frequently use divination or prophecy will have a shorter life span than others.
In fact, what prophecy reduces is not their lifespan, but their life energy, which in player terms is blood volume (HP).
Lifespan can be restored by many means, but permanent loss of life energy is different.
Because the consumption of life energy will make people look older. When the prophet ages to a certain extent, even if he has the ability to live forever, he will die of aging.
“Yes, it’s prophecy.” Old Dragon Turtle said truthfully:
"Although I can't predict your future, as if you don't exist in this world at all, but in the more than ten centuries I have been trapped here, I have divined my own destiny almost every few years."
"So, your prophecy predicts that you will be rescued, is that true?" Brian said his guess, and suddenly found that it was perfect to use his mature skills on the other party.
He originally thought that he had successfully regained a capable general through his ability of foresight. Who would have thought that the other party had already predicted his thoughts and was patiently waiting for him.
Sure enough, none of the prophets or sages who are proficient in divination and prophecy are economical lamps.
"That's it, little master." The old dragon turtle bowed to him respectfully.
"I think... this title of 'little master' should be removed from now on. It sounds very awkward." Brian frowned and put forward his own suggestions to Dragon Turtle.
"Okay, then I will call you Lord Lord from now on."
The old dragon turtle smiled and said: "You are just like my first master, you also care about yourself. After all, in the eyes of a long-lived race like us, your age is just a matter of sleeping away.”
“The first master?”
Brian raised his curiosity, "So, you have served other arcanists in Netheril, so how did you end up like this?"
"Not only have I served arcanists, I have also been the manager of a floating city."
The old dragon turtle showed nostalgia, "It is a pity that in the year when the storm broke out, Felin Demon Kui The spells shot down the floating city Lauda Tis and Tyran Drossel, and I was also captured by the dead opponent of the dead first master in the ruins and became his prisoner."
< br>"That's it." Brian nodded thoughtfully.
At the same time, I also understood why the old dragon turtle in front of me became an outstanding manager under the public lord of Waterdeep City after being rescued in the game world. It turned out that the other party had such rich experience.
Thinking of this, he had secretly assigned a suitable position to the old dragon turtle.
Then, under the leadership of the old dragon turtle, they walked towards the cave where the golem was hiding.
(End of this chapter)