87_87643 "Why can't we fly in the sky? It's easier to find from a high vantage point, isn't it better to be there?" The rainy season made the endless marshland even more muddy and difficult to walk, and Forty-Seven sank into the deep mud with every foot, but when he pulled it out, it was still as bright as new, even the spurs on the heels of his shoes were shiny, and it was clear that the armor he had grown was more than just unique.

Moriel still uses simple magic to cut her off from the filthy swamp, keeping the muddy water and buzzing bugs from approaching her: "It's not that simple. I could feel that the temple was definitely no longer where it was, and now I had to find it slowly...... The Misty Lady was once a powerful goddess of lies and illusions, and the only way to find her temple was to wander through the air. ”

She paused to look at it, then adjusted the direction of her progress, "Also, I think it's best not to always think about using your gigantic form...... Our goal is to find Kairo, to find a solution to the problem that she seems to have been accused of by the Misty Lady, and the servant who murdered Prince Shirek is secretly trying to move, so it's better for you to be a little more restrained, dealing with the gods, even if you have more power, it's not enough, use your brains more, understand?"

"Okay, then we'll continue rolling in the mud. Forty-seven yawned, or just made such a gesture to make Morriel angry: "Hope to find a few sour snakes to relieve the boredom...... Somebody's got over there!"

The old pterosaur Black Wing circled and chased the poor worms stumbling and fleeing for their lives in the swamp below, even with a hint of a game. Its body was a little dirtier and tattered than it had been in previous years, and the large deformed scar on its chest was quite noticeable - but it was still as strong as ever, even more sophisticated and deadly.

Blackwing wasn't hungry, or it would have shrouded its prey in a cloud of poison gas from the ground it spewed. It is rarely hungry and eats in swamps. It's not just a good physique and a mouthful of fangs that are enough, experience is often more important. So now Blackwing actually hunted the man who had been a wolf in the swamp since he found him, and it was an after-dinner pastime, just as a well-fed cat always likes to let go of the mice in his hands and catch them.

Suddenly, the gliding Black Wing jerked its head, causing the magic missile that might have hit the eye to hit the thick neck, blasting open the thick skin and adding a new wound.

Blackwing was furious - it searched for the source of the attack, ready to teach the creature who had disturbed Lord Blackwing's interest a lesson that he would never forget, and adventurers who only used magic missiles had nothing to fear.

It soon spotted the two nosy daredevils, what seemed to be a standard so-called adventurer combination. Rookie warriors and rookie mages think they can deal with anything after killing a few goblins. Blackwing adjusted its stance to dive, but midway through it swerved its wings, tried to fly high, and ran away without looking back.

The Rookie Warrior looked up at it, and it recognized the blood-red eyes. A dull pain in his chest - as an old pterosaur with intelligence far superior to that of his kind, Blackwing had a very good memory. Although this human warrior is not the same as the metal wolf who hit him badly, Blackwing prefers to trust his instincts.

"Hey, hey!" Forty-seven, who was ready to go, watched the old pterosaur go away: "I actually ran away...... Why do I think this guy looks familiar?"

Chase away the Black Wings. Morrill and Forty-Seven walked over to the rescued man who was slumped in the muddy water. Strangely, he just stared at Moriel blankly, but didn't thank him.

"Kant, why are you here, and you ......" Morrill looked at the strange creature for a moment, and suddenly recognized him.

It's Kant, but how can he have the appearance of the supreme mage of the council now? his face is broken, I don't know if it is scratched or broken, his hair and beard are dreadlocked, covered with mud, and his mage robe is even more tattered and dirty......

"Of course I'm Kant!How am I here?How do I know I'm here?!Why don't you ask Kiscain that old bastard!Woo woo woo...... "Suddenly relieving himself from the tremendous pressure, Kant was completely out of shape. He cried as if he had a nervous breakdown, and it was hard to imagine that he had once been one of the seven archmages of the Argus Mage Council.

"So Master Kiscain has taken up residence in Master Lum's former mage's tower?" After listening to Kant's snot and tears, Morrill and Forty-Seven glanced at each other, "Then let's go and pay a visit." ”

"Woooooooooo......oo Please, Moriel, for the sake of how good I've been to you all these years...... Let me go, I can't stand it...... Stay there and I'll die at the hands of the old bastard sooner or later......" Kant howled and fluttered. It was muddy and splashed, and he didn't know what kind of treatment he had received, and he didn't even want the face of the archmage, but Forty-Seven still dragged him forward unmoved, and stood firm.

The mage tower in the swamp is still dilapidated, many of the broken and collapsed places can not be repaired in a short time, but they are much cleaner, especially in front of the mage tower, there is a small piece of solid and flat stone ground, Kiscain sits comfortably in the rocking chair and sways around. There's even a fish tank next to it!

"Well, well, the jelly is delicious...... "I've probably been used to pretending to be stupid for many years, and now Kiscain still looks like Alzheimer's: "Come on, give you a piece of ......"

He threw a spoonful of jelly into the fish tank, but the horrible-looking six-legged amphibian inside was at all

, opened his mouth wide, revealing three rows of sharp teeth inside and out, and shouted menacingly.

"Master Kiscain, the six-legged man-eating frog does not eat jelly ground. Are you really going to stay here for long?" Morriel sat across from him, and there was really nothing he could do with the old man. To her surprise, Kiscain didn't seem surprised at all, and Forty-Seven didn't seem to be hostile to Kiscain, and now he had revisited his old place on his own.

"Oh, well, Moriel, it's a pleasure to meet you......"

"Master, you've been happy four times...... Now the two of us are talking, not in Watan, not in Mage's meeting!Can't you just play dumb?" Morriel now felt a little sympathetic to Kant who was digging a hole on the other side of the tower wiping his tears. Listen to Kiscain, he's going to build a swimming pool there......

But then again, it's unusually terrifying that such an old man can easily erase most of Kant's power.

"Huh...... Get used to it, get used to it. Kiscain finally got to his senses and handed Morrill a piece of halva: "I can't think of it...... That construct was able to evolve into what it is now...... It seems that he has completely absorbed the energy of the fusion 'Divine Armament', right? If a fight starts, I'm afraid my old bone won't be able to resist him a few times!"

"Divine armament?" was Morriel's first time hearing the word, and it was because she had come to Kiscain in search of some unresolved doubt.

"That's right. Armed with the gods. Kiskein smacked up: "You should have heard the story of the war of the gods in the barbarian era, right?"

Morrill had heard of it, of course, but he hadn't studied it seriously. Legend has it that thousands or even tens of thousands of years ago, perhaps even earlier, the world was not as dominated by humans as it is today - at that time, countless dragons soared freely in the sky, mighty giants threw mountains of rocks at each other to fight each other for territory and mates, and even dared to go to war with dragons, all kinds of terrible monsters roamed the icy depths of the sea and deep underground, ready to wreak havoc and fear, and ancient elves and other races built their fragile civilizations in the cracks......

Even the gods of that time were not as mysterious and unattainable as they are now. They either frequently go to the Nether, wandering in various avatar forms, or they are perched high on the majestic snow-capped peaks. The strongest and bravest could reach the temple and meet the true God, or simply live with the creatures under their rule, as the present kings do.

I don't know what the reason is, the war broke out. Divine warfare swept the entire world, and the wars that took place in those planes that were already unknown were even more tragic - as a result, many of the old gods perished, and the surviving gods withdrew forever from the main material world, hiding in their own earth god homeland, and no longer wishing to despise the lower realm, providing opportunities that might be ruined by the enemy, and began to turn to cultivating agents among the believers to convey their will, and because of the divine war, powerful creatures such as dragons and giants also suffered heavy losses. Withdrawing from the stage of history, the ancient giants only left some mixed descendants, and the pure ancient giants have almost disappeared, but the relatively weak races have continued tenaciously, and the representatives of them are people, in the period when the river of history has been turbulent to calm again. Some new gods were born from the Diaspora and the beliefs of humans, and they developed rapidly, even possessing more power than the old gods, and Darksun Shirek was one of them, and there is even a lot of evidence that he was once a mortal.

"I believe the legend is generally true...... Kiscain squeezed his eyes, "especially the part about the death, the departure, the birth. Isn't the so-called god just a mortal who has mastered some power that we don't know yet? As a mage, you have to have this kind of awareness. ”

"But...... What does this have to do with the 'Divine Armament' you are talking about?"

"Hmm. That's exactly what I'm going to say. Legend says that the gods did not merely participate in war...... They summoned dragons, giants, and a variety of powerful creatures whose names are now unknown. ”

"But there's one thing," Kiscain said, holding up a finger and shaking it, "people now think that we don't play a role in the war of gods - they may well be wrong. I don't know if I should call them human beings...... But I am sure that there was once a group of ancient Arcanists who possessed magic and technology that we could never have imagined, even in a chaotic age when the web of magic had not yet taken shape and the primordial magical power was still rampant. They created a powerful colossus for the goddess of magic, helping her fight against other armies of the gods who wanted to seize the goddess's magic in the war of the gods. We call this the Arm of God. ”

Morriel unconsciously glanced into the tower, and Forty-Seven didn't know what to do inside: "You mean ......"

"That's right. Ever since the archmages who created the Council stumbled upon the colossus of magic buried beneath the city of Vatan, we've been studying him until we came to this conclusion. Our whole purpose is to decipher the mystery of the Colossus, to awaken him, to imitate him, to restore the glory of the ancient Grand Arcanist," Kiscain also looked into the tower, "Alas, how can a mage resist such temptation......? Anyway, though. The fruits of our efforts are reflected in him, and I'm sure he's not the Ancient Magic Colossus at all, he's still the same strange construct you brought out of the Tower of the Lummage...... Don't know about Singh...... I wonder if Singh will feel a little more at ease underground. ”

"So...... Then there seems to be one such colossus in the Sleeping Forest, and Argus opened towards the elves

That's what I'm for, isn't it? Forty-seven took me there to see it, and it's gone!"

"Oh?" Kiscain groaned for a moment at the news.

"Are you awake...... Well, I guess, it might be some kind of resonance. Kiscain judged, "We still don't understand most of the mechanics of the Colossus at all. So it's not surprising that one of them is awakened, and the other is woken up. ”

"What?" Morrill had barely taken a bite of halva when he was almost choked by Kiscain's irresponsible statement.

"Oh, what are you afraid of, are you also a mage! or a female mage!" Kiscain was not serious again: "Take out the consciousness of a mage and a woman, and hold him firmly in the palm of your hand! You have to be fearless and don't disgrace the Council......"

Forty-seven suddenly burst out of the tower.

"Toothless old man, what are you doing in the studio?"

Kiscain slapped his head: "Ah, I almost forgot! Even without the 'Divine Armament', I can still engage in research!, come, Moriel, and show you the latest results of my land!"

Morrill looked at the half-melted humanoid monster in the large basin in the middle of the studio, and his stomach churned.

I don't know where Kiscain got so much of the raw material, flour. Sugar syrup, peanuts and nuts and other messy ingredients mixed together to make up this thing's bloated body, because of the effect of magic potions, this disgusting dough took on an indescribable color, which was extremely uncomfortable, and the most disgusting thing was. There are already many bugs that want to taste a bite of it, and it is densely dotted on its body, which is still occasionally bubbling......

"This is my new invention - the Halva Golem!" Kiscain said triumphantly, "According to my research, the Clay Golem can be developed into many variants and thus applied to many other things......! Doesn't seem to be fully mixed here, I'll have to get Kant to stir it hard, or I won't give him halva to eat......"

Morrill finally couldn't help himself.

Long after coming out of the Mage's Tower, Moriel's face was still pale.

"Master Kiscain......" Morriel looked at the smiling Kiscain and the bitter-looking Kant, and suddenly he couldn't say a word of what he wanted to say: "Thank you!"

Morriel bowed and bowed, followed Forty-Seven away, and when he walked far away and looked back, he seemed to be able to see the two swaying figures under the tower. Suddenly, a sour feeling arose in Moriel's heart, as if many things in the past had been shrouded in a veil of less-than-reality, and even the memories of Argus were gradually blurred.

But her purpose was much clearer. After learning that Morriel was looking for the temple in the swamp, Kiscain built yì that she didn't have to focus all her attention on the temple itself, but could analyze and analyze the changes in the swamp's terrain and the flow of water, even if the misty lady who had been killed by the dark sun had reawakened, she would definitely be very weak, and would never spend her power on completely transferring and destroying the temple location, so the more labor-saving way was naturally to use the power of the swamp itself.

"What do you think the old man thinks?" said Forty-Seven as he walked, "to make something like that." Why didn't he make a big dung golem? Wouldn't that be even more powerful?"

"Shut up!?-"

Moriel's nausea had finally subsided, but it had taken a few days, of course. They finally found a corner of the Temple of Mist, half-buried in a large pool of water, in a group of aquatic plants taller than a man.

"Do you want to go into the water?" Forty-Seven looked at Moriel's still clean mage robes with ill intentions.

"No, I don't have to. Morriel began to prepare a spell to dispel the illusion: "The first sight of the Temple of the Mist must be fake...... This is the Misty Lady style. This way. ”

After a long and winding wet passage, they were blocked by a stone door.

"This mother-in-law," Forty-Seven said disrespectfully: "If you want to hide your home, you have to leave a road, and if you leave a road, you have to lock the door, what's wrong." ”

"The door is real. Morriel stroked the stone door to feel its thickness: "Strange, the Temple of Mist should rarely use this kind of substantial obstacle......"

"Alright, whatever!" Forty-Seven pulled Moriel behind him, "Open it!"

Forty-seven so-called opening, the result is that the stone gate is torn apart.

"Hell, you're going to collapse this place!" Morriel grumbled helplessly again, and Forty-Seven's slam shook the road.

"What are you afraid of, I didn't even have a road at the beginning. Forty-seven was the first to enter the temple, and Morriel followed him closely - just in time to meet the man who stood in front of the ruined idol of the goddess of the mist and turned back at the sound of the sound.

There were five people on the other side, all dressed in black, and one of them was an old acquaintance.

There was a bit of a surprise on both sides.

"Moriel?"

"O'Sullivan?"

After a brief moment of silence, O'Sullivan laughed. He was as clean as ever, not even his hair was messy, but his skin was paler than before, completely bloodless, and his eyes flashed with a stunning black light, barely visible whites, and Morriel could tell that some kind of demonic power had infused his whole body.

"I can't believe it...... You're also here to find the little girl who went missing in Rain City?"

"No, I'm here to give you back your precious weapon. Forty-Seven scoffed