In the magnificent palace above the gray fog, Klein stretched out his right hand, tapped the edge of the mottled long table, and said silently:
The five major families of the Tudor dynasty were Amon, Abraham, Antigonus, Jacob and Tamara... The ones who helped Arista Tudor become the "Blood Emperor" were Adam, Amon, Abraham and other angel kings...
Can this be inferred that during the United Empire of Tudor Trenzoster, Amon and Abraham were standing by one of the two consuls of Alista?
If this is true, the "Blood Emperor" Alistar Tudor did not think of changing the path at the beginning. When building the tomb secretly, he would ask one of Amon, Abraham, Antigonus or some of them to help. Bethel Abraham is the "door" Mr., who masters the "apprentice" approach. When it comes to "teleportation", the true God may not be as good as Him...
So, is it possible that the ‘fixed teleportation’ of the Tuduo ruins was arranged by Bethel Abraham?
The probability is very high!
Well, only a big figure like Mr. ‘Gate’ can make the secret relics enter and exit to a similar level, making it impossible for me to even divination on the gray fog to locate, and making it difficult for the angel who is in charge of the secret to penetrate directly...
With a lot of thoughts, Klein is increasingly inclined to his own guesses to be close to the truth.
I wonder if Mr. Door has left behind the corresponding information to provide accurate positioning information or other methods of entering and exiting?This has to ask the magician lady to ask her teacher again...
Alas, I really hope that the magician lady will become a traveler as soon as possible, so that she can contact her teacher without writing a letter. She can directly transmit it to the past. Well, she can do it now, but the "recording" so many trips will also scare her teacher and attract suspicion. It's really troublesome...
If there is no record left by the Abraham family, should we try to talk to Mr. Door?
This is not only troublesome, but also dangerous... The most important thing is that Miss Magic has not reached Sequence 5, and I can't hear clearly every time, and I can't respond to Mr. Men. It's impossible for me to turn her into my secret puppet, or to be possessed on her... When Klein first pulled Magician Fors to the gray fog, he seriously considered the issue of communicating with Mr. Men through this lady through this lady's communication. Later, the more I learned, the more I became, the more I was afraid and the less I dared to take risks.
Moreover, his current level also lacks sufficient effective and safe means.
Thoughts fluctuated, and Klein suddenly sighed softly and spit out a word:
patience……
……
Above the sea, inside an island where pirates are more active.
Fors picked up the glass and took a sip of the transparent and colorless liquid expectantly.
Her face wrinkled, as if she had tasted something difficult to swallow.
Bah, this kind of Lie Langqi is too inferior, why do they drink so happily?Fors put down his wine glass, raised his right hand, fanned the air beside his mouth, and muttered a few words in a low voice, except that the alcohol content is high enough, it has no other advantages at all. By the way, it is also cheap!
After taking a sip of cold water from another cup, Forth picked up the pen and wrote in a book of rather poor quality notes:
The pirates here only pursue strong wine and pay attention to price. For them, being drunk is more important than anything else.
Three pirate friends I knew told me that this port city was built by themselves. At first, they moored ships here, hiding harvests, and resettled their families. Later, bankrupts, adventurers, and tax evaders flocked here, settled down, and cleared land and planted on the island, built houses. Later, a trading market was formed, and merchants at the sea flocked to them like sharks smelling blood.
Having written this, Fors raised his head and looked at the three pirates curled up in the corner:
Do you have anything else to say?
The three pirates with big arms and round waists trembled at the same time and said with a sad face:
No more, really nothing more.
...I have to say that it feels really good to imitate Mr. World's attitude to deal with pirates... Forsy sighed secretly, shook his head, withdrew his gaze, and continued to write:
The atmosphere here is very open. If women like a man, they can also offer a price. Similarly, men like men, women like women. According to my three pirate friends, when they wandered at sea, due to long depression and boredom, someone inevitably tried taboo behavior. In this regard, they were very honest and each described their own experiences...
In addition, they let me know something I couldn't believe in the past: the pirates actually advocate democracy and justice.
This simply subverted my perception, but when I think about it carefully, it seems not difficult to understand, at least they did not say that they pursue justice.
The three pirate friends explained that when individuals have no absolute and crushing strength to add weapons, the majority will definitely surpass the minority on the pirate ship, and driving a large ship requires a lot of people to cooperate... These factors combined cause the pirate team to be very democratic, and there is one captain who is expelled or even killed by their subordinates every once in a while.
I think if the captain had absolute strength, the pirate group would definitely develop another form.
Having written this, Fors looked up again outside the window, and saw under the blue sky and white clouds, buildings, wooden or stone piles, densely and messyly surrounding a market. From time to time, you could see a few children wearing slightly ragged clothes jumping by.
Listening to the extremely vibrant noise, Fors wrote again:
There is no urban plan here at all, and everyone builds houses at will and expands the boundaries, so many roads can only be used for one person to walk, and there is no sunshine at all...
My first reaction was that once a fire broke out, the result would be extremely terrible. Beckland had a similar tragedy. However, my three pirate friends told me that this is not worth worrying because it is wet and rainy here, and people with strange powers never hide anything...
This place has not been affected by war. Although it is chaotic, it gives people a sense of tranquility.
Also, what they fear most is not the "King of the Five Seas" Nast, nor are they all kinds of thrilling legends, but the crazy adventurer German Sparrow. Every pirate warns each other not to drink too late, not walk at night, and not to go to the alley, because that may lead to their disappearance, and the murderer is rumored to be that gentleman...
Is this a hunting?
As he wrote, Fors' expression gradually became solemn. He hurriedly pulled out another stack of paper, and then compiled the existing content:
...The nights in the hospital are always filled with a special cold, and the darkness outside the window is stronger than other places...
...No one knows why the lady who lives in a single ward asked her relatives to bring mushrooms and weeds, and no one knows where these things went in the end. In short, there were no signs of fire burning in the ward, and there were no discarded debris outside, which made several nurses and ladies suspected that the patient was secretly eating mushrooms and weeds raw...
……
Built along the mountain, divided into upper, middle and lower levels in the afternoon town, in the camp established in Baiyin City.
Derick Berger shook his hands, pressed his mouth, and chanted in a low voice:
Fools who do not belong to this era...
After reading the piously, he stood up, picked up the ancient cross covered with patina and spikes, and walked towards the bonfire outside.
Because the Dark Cross rejects other magical items, his giant hammer called Thor's Roar can only be carried by Heinmu and Joshua for the time being.
During the assembly of the Silver City Exploration Team, Klein, who was in Beckland, had already come to the gray fog, picked up the scepter of the God of the Sea, and used the expansion and contraction of one of the deep red stars to see the situation in the afternoon town, and expanded his vision to the Giant Royal Court.
If Klein does not use the Prayer Light Points and the Scepter of the Sea God, and only passes through the crimson stars, he will not have that large scope of observation for the time being.
As his eyes moved, a gorgeous but low dusk gradually emerged in Klein's eyes.
The place where dusk is frozen is a complex of buildings with countless palaces, countless towers and majestic city walls. They are magnificent and gorgeous, as if they are only miracles in myths and legends, and they are still in a long time.
The Giants King's Garden!
Klein tried to draw his vision closer, but found that he could not see clearly the specific situation below the dusk.
It is worthy of being the kingdom of the ancient gods, and it is not the kind that is abandoned and hidden... No wonder the angel kings chose this place for a secret gathering... I hope that the prayer after the Little Sun entered the Giant Court area can help me see more clearly... Klein nodded thoughtfully.
He also turned part of his attention to the Shepherd Elder Lovia and found that the lady was hiding an illusory silver full-body armor.
This should be the evil spirit she grazed... I haven't seen any influence on the real Creator yet... Klein breathed slowly and waited patiently for the subsequent development.
After a while, led by Chief Colin Iliad, a nine-member exploration team composed of Derick Berger and others left the town camp in the afternoon, following the steps paved with gray stones, and heading towards the top of the peaks among the towering and dark buildings.
They are at least extraordinary people in Sequence 6, and most of them belong to the warrior path. They move forward very quickly. After clearing out several waves of monsters dominated by rotting giants, they finally arrived at the area shrouded in dusk. They were shocked by the magnificent and strong epic architecture, and no one spoke for a while.
This is also the first time they have encountered a place where there is no alternation of lightning and natural light!
Demon Hunter Colin narrowed his eyes, took out a small metal bottle, and drank the liquid inside.
After generations of changes, they have become more adapted to the frequent dark and deep environment of lightning, and have an instinctive fear of this situation that solidifies in the dusk.
Hope and fear.
After drinking the prepared potions and making corresponding psychological preparations, Colin Iliad and Shepherd Lovia led the members of the exploration team into the front with dusk light.
Before Derick could sense anything, he saw the dark-free cross in his hand falling, revealing a solid body composed of pure light.
The light emitted by this entity is no longer clear, and it is dyed with a bit of orange-red unique to dusk.
Immediately afterwards, Derrick felt that his condition had fallen to the bottom, as if he was at the most exhausting moment of the day, ready to welcome the coming night.
The five major families of the Tudor dynasty were Amon, Abraham, Antigonus, Jacob and Tamara... The ones who helped Arista Tudor become the "Blood Emperor" were Adam, Amon, Abraham and other angel kings...
Can this be inferred that during the United Empire of Tudor Trenzoster, Amon and Abraham were standing by one of the two consuls of Alista?
If this is true, the "Blood Emperor" Alistar Tudor did not think of changing the path at the beginning. When building the tomb secretly, he would ask one of Amon, Abraham, Antigonus or some of them to help. Bethel Abraham is the "door" Mr., who masters the "apprentice" approach. When it comes to "teleportation", the true God may not be as good as Him...
So, is it possible that the ‘fixed teleportation’ of the Tuduo ruins was arranged by Bethel Abraham?
The probability is very high!
Well, only a big figure like Mr. ‘Gate’ can make the secret relics enter and exit to a similar level, making it impossible for me to even divination on the gray fog to locate, and making it difficult for the angel who is in charge of the secret to penetrate directly...
With a lot of thoughts, Klein is increasingly inclined to his own guesses to be close to the truth.
I wonder if Mr. Door has left behind the corresponding information to provide accurate positioning information or other methods of entering and exiting?This has to ask the magician lady to ask her teacher again...
Alas, I really hope that the magician lady will become a traveler as soon as possible, so that she can contact her teacher without writing a letter. She can directly transmit it to the past. Well, she can do it now, but the "recording" so many trips will also scare her teacher and attract suspicion. It's really troublesome...
If there is no record left by the Abraham family, should we try to talk to Mr. Door?
This is not only troublesome, but also dangerous... The most important thing is that Miss Magic has not reached Sequence 5, and I can't hear clearly every time, and I can't respond to Mr. Men. It's impossible for me to turn her into my secret puppet, or to be possessed on her... When Klein first pulled Magician Fors to the gray fog, he seriously considered the issue of communicating with Mr. Men through this lady through this lady's communication. Later, the more I learned, the more I became, the more I was afraid and the less I dared to take risks.
Moreover, his current level also lacks sufficient effective and safe means.
Thoughts fluctuated, and Klein suddenly sighed softly and spit out a word:
patience……
……
Above the sea, inside an island where pirates are more active.
Fors picked up the glass and took a sip of the transparent and colorless liquid expectantly.
Her face wrinkled, as if she had tasted something difficult to swallow.
Bah, this kind of Lie Langqi is too inferior, why do they drink so happily?Fors put down his wine glass, raised his right hand, fanned the air beside his mouth, and muttered a few words in a low voice, except that the alcohol content is high enough, it has no other advantages at all. By the way, it is also cheap!
After taking a sip of cold water from another cup, Forth picked up the pen and wrote in a book of rather poor quality notes:
The pirates here only pursue strong wine and pay attention to price. For them, being drunk is more important than anything else.
Three pirate friends I knew told me that this port city was built by themselves. At first, they moored ships here, hiding harvests, and resettled their families. Later, bankrupts, adventurers, and tax evaders flocked here, settled down, and cleared land and planted on the island, built houses. Later, a trading market was formed, and merchants at the sea flocked to them like sharks smelling blood.
Having written this, Fors raised his head and looked at the three pirates curled up in the corner:
Do you have anything else to say?
The three pirates with big arms and round waists trembled at the same time and said with a sad face:
No more, really nothing more.
...I have to say that it feels really good to imitate Mr. World's attitude to deal with pirates... Forsy sighed secretly, shook his head, withdrew his gaze, and continued to write:
The atmosphere here is very open. If women like a man, they can also offer a price. Similarly, men like men, women like women. According to my three pirate friends, when they wandered at sea, due to long depression and boredom, someone inevitably tried taboo behavior. In this regard, they were very honest and each described their own experiences...
In addition, they let me know something I couldn't believe in the past: the pirates actually advocate democracy and justice.
This simply subverted my perception, but when I think about it carefully, it seems not difficult to understand, at least they did not say that they pursue justice.
The three pirate friends explained that when individuals have no absolute and crushing strength to add weapons, the majority will definitely surpass the minority on the pirate ship, and driving a large ship requires a lot of people to cooperate... These factors combined cause the pirate team to be very democratic, and there is one captain who is expelled or even killed by their subordinates every once in a while.
I think if the captain had absolute strength, the pirate group would definitely develop another form.
Having written this, Fors looked up again outside the window, and saw under the blue sky and white clouds, buildings, wooden or stone piles, densely and messyly surrounding a market. From time to time, you could see a few children wearing slightly ragged clothes jumping by.
Listening to the extremely vibrant noise, Fors wrote again:
There is no urban plan here at all, and everyone builds houses at will and expands the boundaries, so many roads can only be used for one person to walk, and there is no sunshine at all...
My first reaction was that once a fire broke out, the result would be extremely terrible. Beckland had a similar tragedy. However, my three pirate friends told me that this is not worth worrying because it is wet and rainy here, and people with strange powers never hide anything...
This place has not been affected by war. Although it is chaotic, it gives people a sense of tranquility.
Also, what they fear most is not the "King of the Five Seas" Nast, nor are they all kinds of thrilling legends, but the crazy adventurer German Sparrow. Every pirate warns each other not to drink too late, not walk at night, and not to go to the alley, because that may lead to their disappearance, and the murderer is rumored to be that gentleman...
Is this a hunting?
As he wrote, Fors' expression gradually became solemn. He hurriedly pulled out another stack of paper, and then compiled the existing content:
...The nights in the hospital are always filled with a special cold, and the darkness outside the window is stronger than other places...
...No one knows why the lady who lives in a single ward asked her relatives to bring mushrooms and weeds, and no one knows where these things went in the end. In short, there were no signs of fire burning in the ward, and there were no discarded debris outside, which made several nurses and ladies suspected that the patient was secretly eating mushrooms and weeds raw...
……
Built along the mountain, divided into upper, middle and lower levels in the afternoon town, in the camp established in Baiyin City.
Derick Berger shook his hands, pressed his mouth, and chanted in a low voice:
Fools who do not belong to this era...
After reading the piously, he stood up, picked up the ancient cross covered with patina and spikes, and walked towards the bonfire outside.
Because the Dark Cross rejects other magical items, his giant hammer called Thor's Roar can only be carried by Heinmu and Joshua for the time being.
During the assembly of the Silver City Exploration Team, Klein, who was in Beckland, had already come to the gray fog, picked up the scepter of the God of the Sea, and used the expansion and contraction of one of the deep red stars to see the situation in the afternoon town, and expanded his vision to the Giant Royal Court.
If Klein does not use the Prayer Light Points and the Scepter of the Sea God, and only passes through the crimson stars, he will not have that large scope of observation for the time being.
As his eyes moved, a gorgeous but low dusk gradually emerged in Klein's eyes.
The place where dusk is frozen is a complex of buildings with countless palaces, countless towers and majestic city walls. They are magnificent and gorgeous, as if they are only miracles in myths and legends, and they are still in a long time.
The Giants King's Garden!
Klein tried to draw his vision closer, but found that he could not see clearly the specific situation below the dusk.
It is worthy of being the kingdom of the ancient gods, and it is not the kind that is abandoned and hidden... No wonder the angel kings chose this place for a secret gathering... I hope that the prayer after the Little Sun entered the Giant Court area can help me see more clearly... Klein nodded thoughtfully.
He also turned part of his attention to the Shepherd Elder Lovia and found that the lady was hiding an illusory silver full-body armor.
This should be the evil spirit she grazed... I haven't seen any influence on the real Creator yet... Klein breathed slowly and waited patiently for the subsequent development.
After a while, led by Chief Colin Iliad, a nine-member exploration team composed of Derick Berger and others left the town camp in the afternoon, following the steps paved with gray stones, and heading towards the top of the peaks among the towering and dark buildings.
They are at least extraordinary people in Sequence 6, and most of them belong to the warrior path. They move forward very quickly. After clearing out several waves of monsters dominated by rotting giants, they finally arrived at the area shrouded in dusk. They were shocked by the magnificent and strong epic architecture, and no one spoke for a while.
This is also the first time they have encountered a place where there is no alternation of lightning and natural light!
Demon Hunter Colin narrowed his eyes, took out a small metal bottle, and drank the liquid inside.
After generations of changes, they have become more adapted to the frequent dark and deep environment of lightning, and have an instinctive fear of this situation that solidifies in the dusk.
Hope and fear.
After drinking the prepared potions and making corresponding psychological preparations, Colin Iliad and Shepherd Lovia led the members of the exploration team into the front with dusk light.
Before Derick could sense anything, he saw the dark-free cross in his hand falling, revealing a solid body composed of pure light.
The light emitted by this entity is no longer clear, and it is dyed with a bit of orange-red unique to dusk.
Immediately afterwards, Derrick felt that his condition had fallen to the bottom, as if he was at the most exhausting moment of the day, ready to welcome the coming night.
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