Speaking of the snow-capped mountains and the eternal ice coffin in the far north of Sirnia, we have to mention the conclusion that modern historians finally concluded after archaeological excavations.
Eternal Ice Coffin, a place with a seriously unscientific climate, is very likely to have an ice elemental god sealed underground. After an elemental creature breaks through from the lord level and then makes a breakthrough, the power it possesses can become a god. For
This view is endorsed by the vast majority of people in Shen’en Continent.
In the past, a water element lord also pointed out that based on the memories in the inheritance, the eternal ice coffin may indeed be the resting place of an elemental god.
"Is this him?" Yi De looked at the person detained in the station detention center and asked the little fox standing next to him.
In fact, Yide just made a confirmation, and pointed at the extremely thick hair in front of him. Yide himself believed that this person might really be a visitor from the Eternal Ice Coffin.
Thick flaxen long hair is spread casually, and he has a big beard on his face. Through the thick hair, only a pair of small brown eyes and a red nose can be seen. The already chubby figure is under this hair and beard.
With the help of it, it is thickened again.
The bearded man was wearing dark iron handcuffs produced by Guya's Alchemy Workshop, and he was shouting dissatisfiedly. Yide, who had been gifted with the gift of language by the gods, heard the bearded man's yelling, and his eyes suddenly darkened.
Come on, what is this guy talking about? It turns out that the language talent bestowed by God is sometimes unreliable. This made Pope Yide, who was originally full of confidence and prepared to come over to act as a translator, dumbfounded.
"Your Highness, your Excellency's language cannot be translated by my incompetence. I have some impressions of this language in my memory. If I remember correctly, my grandfather should have studied this language, but it was definitely not much involved. It is too biased.
There was a tribe at the foot of the Snowy Mountains that used this language in the past. My grandfather thought at the time that this language was probably just the language passed down by that small tribe." A man was holding a cane, as if the wind was blowing.
The old man in the black academic robe who was able to get down, while using mental control, looked through the ancient notes in front of him, and reported to Yi De.
This old gentleman is an old professor of linguistics and magic patterns that Ide specially asked from Valedelle. He is now the deputy dean of a branch of Guya College. His family has been sorting out all parts of the Divine Grace Continent for generations.
The language and magic patterns. The old man in front of me is a language master who is known as the Three Kingdoms Language and two ancient languages all night long. He is also a master of magic patterns who masters four different types of magic patterns.
Yi De nodded in understanding and let the old gentleman go down to rest. Then he looked at the little fox and pointed at the bearded man in front of him, "Little fox, help this friend take off the handcuffs first. This thing is of no use.
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"Ah?" Ide's request made the little fox stunned for a moment, but as an excellent former Holy See knight, obeying orders is the most basic requirement for a church knight in the Guya Cult. Following Ide's instructions,
The little fox asked his men to remove the handcuffs of the visitor from afar.
"Black Iron Handcuffs, I know about this thing. I came up with the design idea. This thing can only work on warriors below level four. To be honest, I'm glad that this friend didn't get into a rage because of this."
A strong man who hurts people and has mental fluctuations reaching level seven." Yide glanced at the handcuffs that were said to have come back, and looked at the spherical man again, showing a friendly smile.
A seventh-level strongman was impolitely handcuffed, and it was quite a show of respect that he didn't fight. For this, Yide felt a trace of joy in his heart. Fortunately, he came early.
But, having said that, the power of the seventh-level strongman in front of me is too weird? He should be at the level of a fourth-level warrior, but his mental power is so strong that it reaches a certain level.
If Yide's mental power is pure "quality", then the mental power of the person in front of him is rough and terrifying "quantity". The strong mental power seems to be forcefully poured into his body, and finally relies on terror
His strength and strength enabled him to become a level seven powerhouse.
Yi De easily sensed that the person in front of him had placed a restraint on himself in order to ensure that he would not hurt others. The tyrannical mental power was thus firmly sealed within his body.
"Level 7?" The little fox was stunned, and opened his mouth in astonishment along with everyone present. The big writer was a little confused now. Did he hear it right? This slovenly looking guy turned out to be a level 7 powerhouse?
If you are a level 7 expert, why don't you just take the Woolen Overlord Car and fly directly to the destination? The little fox looked at the sloppy nose in front of him with a troubled expression. His eyes were filled with happiness. Fortunately, he was just following the rules.
I didn't do anything out of the ordinary when doing things, otherwise it would cause big problems.
Language barrier? Fortunately, I have a skill that I have almost forgotten and is not considered a skill, which is reading words.
Compared with spiritual communication, Yide's words are more advanced. What Yide wants to express can be clearly and intuitively communicated in the other person's mind. Yide himself doesn't know the specific method of use. It feels like this.
Skills are like your own talents, you can use them naturally. This may be an instinctive skill developed through daily communication with the gods.
Seeing this strangely dressed seventh-level strongman staring straight at him, Yide couldn't help but be slightly startled.
I saw him babblingly taking out a bag that exuded a strong herbal smell from his arms. After twitching the corner of his mouth a few times, he closed his eyes and drank the herbal medicine in his hand.
In an instant, the strange-looking strong man's cheeks turned red instantly, veins popped out on his forehead, a sky-blue ancient magic pattern appeared on his forehead, and an inexplicable majestic aura exuded from his body.
Everyone except Yide took a few steps back.
"Uh, what are you doing, Your Excellency?" A calm voice sounded from the heart of the strong man who swallowed the bitter medicine. The bitter man who was so bitter by the elder's medicine that he wanted to spit out bile naturally did not notice the source of the voice, but
I thought that the communication potion produced by the clan elder was indeed a high-quality product. It was said to take effect in three minutes, but it actually took effect in less than ten seconds.
Wait, maybe three minutes have passed since I took the potion that made me forget the journey. Maybe I didn’t notice?
"Guligulaha! (I am Aragorn, the messenger of the Totem God Swamp. I come from the back of the Snowy Mountains to convey my god's oracle.)"
The wine-nosed man raised his head and looked at everyone, cleared his throat, and spoke very quickly. The communication potion made by the elder of the clan for unknown reasons is only effective for fifteen minutes. For this reason, Aragorn must cherish every moment.
Every minute and every second.
However, as soon as he finished speaking, Jiugongbi was dumbfounded. He was right in what he said, but why did the group of people surrounding him still look confused. Damn it, could it be that the dim-eyed guy from the clan leader took the wrong one?
Potion? I know damn well that those old men can’t hold up the wall with mud at the critical moment.
This is the oracle of the Swamp God. If it cannot be conveyed clearly to the people on the other side of the snow mountain, wouldn't it be a big problem? Aragorn suddenly scratched his hair with a headache, selectively ignored the words he just heard, and only thought that he
I was suffering from that cheating pill just now and had a hallucination.
"Behind the Snow Mountain?" Aragorn heard another auditory hallucination in his heart. But the next moment, Aragorn suddenly came back to his senses. This was not an auditory hallucination. The voice that sounded from the bottom of his heart was not suitable for the great and noble marsh god.
What!
Damn it, did I attract the attention of the totem god on the back of the Snowy Mountain, and thus communicated with me? As the messenger of the Swamp God, I must not lose face.
As a divine envoy, Aragorn was naturally very familiar with the method of communicating in the heart. He was concentrating, and communicated with the voice in his heart with an expression of reverence as if listening to the oracle.
"The great and noble existence behind the Snowy Mountains, Aragorn, the messenger of the Swamp God, greets you!" (To be continued...)
