Chapter Three Hundred and Sixty-Four The Distance It Seeks III
A deep mark appeared on the vast desert.
It extends in four directions on the ground like a huge scar, appearing in everyone's field of vision without warning.
At this time, the halfling jumped up from the deck, stepped onto the side of the ship, grabbed the cable and looked in that direction. He turned back and said to everyone: "That's it."
There is the fantasy sea
The brown canyon is dotted with dark green, which is the lush forest under the night, like a deep emerald gem embedded in the canyon. And there is a layer of changing colors on top, as if the layer is disintegrating.
The cover gives people a feeling as if it is there but not in this world.
When Miss Goblin saw this scene, her eyes flickered and she said softly: "Mr. Knight, the shadow of refraction."
There was a faint smell of sand in the wind blowing in my face.
Facing the wind on the deck, Fang Plover turned his head and asked in a low voice: "What is that?"
"Mr. Knight, you must have heard of mirages, right?"
Fang Plover nodded: "That's a water vapor refraction phenomenon, which is very common in desert areas."
"This is similar to that. The canyon we see in front of us is not in this place. It is just an ether projection, refracted from another world. The principle of Miss Jita's spell is actually the same, but it is such a vast range.
I’m afraid it’s not something that can be achieved manually.”
"So this is a phantom?"
Tata nodded slightly. She sat on Fang Plover's shoulder and spoke softly, which was equivalent to a whisper: "But relative to the people who are in it, everything is real, just like the magic of a naturalist."
.And this may be at a higher level. Mr. Knight, do you still remember the 'Star Flower' wine that you drank at the eldest princess's place? That is what was brought out from here."
"And the things that can be taken away from the illusion are actually mimics of ether. It transforms the properties that things should have. This kind of power is actually very close..."
It's almost like creation.
Such an idea suddenly appeared in Fang Plover's mind.
That is the power of the Emerald Star. Therefore, this canyon and forest are actually projected by the fragments of the Emerald Star. He looked at the changing colors, turned around and asked: "Can I pass through safely?
?”
Alfand thought for a moment: "It should be possible?"
should?
Facing Fang Plover's gaze, the halfling waved his hand quickly: "I mean almost."
almost?
"You know, Captain Ed," Alfonde laughed, "Under such circumstances, we will always encounter some troubles. After all, we are intruders. This is why Her Royal Highness the Princess asked me to come with you.
.You can rest assured, I am very sure about this, I have been here many times."
"Many times?"
"Er... plus this time, there are two times, right?"
"Anyway, what should we do now?"
"Look at me," the halfling snapped his fingers and shouted behind him: "Miss Jita, Luo Yu, lower the height, let's land in the forest over there."
The boat began to lose altitude amid a disturbing sway, as if it were drunk.
It swayed left and right through that layer of dreamy and confusing colors, just like passing through a wall of light that did not exist, but it seemed that just as the halfling said, nothing happened.
Fang Plover breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the little boy not far away. Under his gaze, Pasha climbed up the mast with dexterity and began to roll up the silver sail.
However, only a few minutes later, a scream like a slaughtering pig came from the boat: "Damn it, they are coming!"
"they?"
"Harpy, wait, I seem to have mistaken the landing place!"
Fang Plover ran to the side of the ship and looked down. There was a loud commotion in the forest below, and then a small black dot screamed and rose from the canyon. Those human-headed monsters with two wings,
They are gathering into a dense black cloud, flying towards this direction.
He quickly turned around: "No, you said it was no problem, Mr. Alfond."
"What? The wind is too strong, I can't hear clearly."
"Come here," Fang Plover gritted his teeth angrily, "throw this man down with the Pappara people!"
Parker was watching the show and was shocked when he heard these words: "Wait, why am I here?"
But Luo Hao had already picked him up.
…
Four warlocks walked out from the crowd.
Almost all of them are followers of Andromeda, mystics of the Revealing Eye. They wear purple-gray robes, showing their status within the sect second only to the temple guards.
Babartan turned around at this time and nodded lightly to these people, while the four mystics also put their right hands on their chests and nodded to the king above the sea of sand. Under the gaze of the king of sand,
Next, they each walked to their own positions and formed an oval, surrounding the huge emerald star.
This is the first step.
Babartan looked at Albany behind the four warlocks, who also nodded to him to show that he was ready.
The Sand King took a gentle breath.
"...But Afifah, why should we look for the third world? Isn't that the job of explorers, adventurers, desperadoes and madmen?"
"Explors, such as your brother, may act for the ideals in their hearts."
"But to put it bluntly, Afifah, those adventurers and desperadoes are actually the same type of people. Calling them madmen is not far off. What is the difference between them and the gamblers who are panning for gold in the Argonaut wilderness?
The difference is, I am not involved in production, I just dream of getting rich overnight..."
"They are dreaming of life and death, but even if they are really favored by the goddess of luck, the wealth that comes too easily can be lost on the gambling table after changing hands. I have seen too many of those gamblers, who suddenly gain power and then lose it again in the blink of an eye.
If you are penniless, you will probably still be homeless after many years..."
The girl smiled: "Yes, there are such people, but they are them, and we are us."
She looked far away at the silvery gravel, the white palace, the green palm grove and the rippling blue lake, and only looked at it all tenderly.
"Babaltan, you see, this is your country, and I want it to exist forever, so that even after our death, for many generations, people can still remember you as a wise monarch.
"
"Or, as... a pioneer of a new era..."
"Afifah?"
The girl turned back: "Do you still remember what I told you a long time ago, Babartan? I said I wanted to tell you a secret."
At that time, he only looked at the other person and his beloved lover with a little doubt.
The girl spoke softly:
"Babartan, our world may not be able to sustain it for much longer."
That is an ancient story from long, long ago.
A thousand years ago, what the Numerin elves left to the mortals might not just be a gift, but another precious hope.
"...The arrival of the third misfortune will bring complete destruction to this world. Perhaps the elves left this world for this reason..."
"So what the elves are looking for will be a place where they can escape the flames of war, and that place may be the third world, but it may also be another world that we don't know about at all... or even the legendary one, Xu Yingzhi
Land, maybe..."
"Barbartan, you know that place, right?"
That legendary name.
Ita.
"Babartan..."
"That note contains some things that we can't even imagine..."
"The elves cannot take away everyone in this world, nor can they take away the descendants of mortals who once fought alongside them..."
"But they left a key."
"The key is hope."
"It's the secret contained in the sacred object"
But there is no inheritance of sacred objects in Istania.
But we have this. Afifah, the King of Sand, gently brushed his hand over the emerald green crystal in front of him, as affectionately as he brushed his lover's skin. He silently stared at the old reflection on the crystal, including himself and those around him.
The woman is that familiar face, even her own children.
Everyone he knew well in his memory seemed to be written on this green wall. History seemed to extend backwards in this reflection. He gradually saw the past and future of this ancient kingdom, the ancestors of the desert people.
They rose up on this land and single-handedly shaped all the glory of the past.
He also saw the future. Majestic buildings, tall palaces, and white vaults would rise one by one on the unknown land. His descendants, the descendants of the Istanians, would live there.
It continues on the land, and continues forever, to the end of the world and time.
And that was probably all she longed to see.
It is another kind of eternity that they are pursuing together.
The blazing fire of life was burning in the chest of the old king, as if it would rush out at any time. However, his hands that had been exerted a little too much seemed to be a little pale, as if they had lost their blood, and there were some spots on the back of his hands.
Grayish color.
He finally made up his mind, turned around again, and slowly said:
"Albany, you can preside over this ceremony."
This is what was recorded in the note, the second step
But Seineman, who was in front of everyone, was slightly startled, his expression changed and he said, "Wait a minute, Your Majesty, I should be the one to preside over the ceremony here."
But as soon as he finished speaking, there was a sharp sound, and a slender sword blade was placed on his neck. The coldness from the sharp blade immediately caused goosebumps to appear on Seineman's wrinkled skin.
The old man was slightly startled, but his expression quickly calmed down.
He looked along the blade of the sword eerily. The hand holding the sword behind the cage handle was young and strong. It was a sword fighter in his early twenties. The other party didn't even look at him, and only stared at the front indifferently.
Next to that young man, there was another young man, Seineman, who happened to recognize his identity.
Kaolin - the former president of the Ithulian Southern Alliance, one of the ten kings in the mouth of the Holy Chosen Ones, that man is called Ye Hua, a very strange name. But in their opinion, the names of the Holy Chosen People are almost
Nothing is weird.
Except for some people of course
For example, 'Ed' is ordinary and unremarkable.
Somehow, such a name suddenly appeared in Seineman's mind. However, he lowered his gaze and looked at the sword on his neck. Although his face was gloomy, he said nothing.
His calmness made Ye Hua glance in this direction with some surprise, but it was just a glance. The mission had been accomplished. This was their last obligation to the King of Sand. The chosen one came to this world.
The mission is to take away Xinghui's information. The "Stargate Declaration" restricts their words and deeds and cannot interfere too deeply in this world.
In this regard, the Super Competitive League has gone a bit too far.
The actions of the Holy Chosen People obviously caused a commotion among the ministers.
It's just that the guards guarding the hall seemed to have ignored this scene and remained motionless, like stone sculptures.
This strange atmosphere made all the ministers unable to move. Of course, they could not come up to complain about the left minister, because the King of Sand had not yet spoken. More importantly, looking at the current scene, the ministers seemed to have quickly noticed something.
, they all looked at the gloomy-looking Seineman one by one, and suddenly realized something.
Those who were close to Minister Zuo even took a step back without leaving any trace. Although people had not figured out for a while how this Minister Zuo offended the King of Sand.
Everyone's eyes couldn't help but look to the center of the hall
But Babartan didn't even pay attention in this direction.
In his eyes at this moment, there was only the huge crystal, the reflection in the emerald, which seemed to attract all his attention. The little patience he had was only placed on the mystic and temple guardian on the side:
"Albany?"
"I'm here."
Albany watched this scene silently, then took his staff from the waiter on the side, and then walked up step by step.
This is the second step.
…
Fang Plover emerged from the bushes a little embarrassed.
He turned around and finally breathed a sigh of relief when he found that the harpies had disappeared.
After checking his own condition first, Fang Plover looked at the sleeve that was torn on one side, and was a little speechless for a moment. This was given to him by Sylvide, and he hadn't worn it for long. Fortunately, other than this loss,
He didn't suffer any injuries.
There was a rustling sound in the forest, and other people came out of the bushes one by one. It seemed that after experiencing a battle royale, everyone's image was a little bad. Fortunately, there was no one at this moment.
Pay attention to this. Everyone is checking their status and equipment to see if they lost anything in the battle just now.
"This place is really weird." Luo Hao couldn't help but muttered.
Fang Plover nodded.
Not to mention that it is rare for harpies to gather in such a group in one place. Just after they landed, those things disappeared into thin air and disappeared without a trace, which made people feel confused.
But that was obviously not a phantom, after all, the previous battle was real.
Fortunately, except for some scratches, bruises and other skin injuries, no one was seriously injured in the previous fierce battle.
They quickly found the 'dying' Papalar man behind a bush.
However, after Fang Yu walked over, he realized that this guy with his belly in the air was actually just lying there pretending to be dead. The other person was even in better condition than the others. His hair was not messed up at all, so he couldn't help but kicked him.
: "Stop pretending to be dead."
Before his feet could reach him, Parker had already hurriedly climbed up.
The Papalar man jumped up and screamed: "... Damn it, you dropped me from such a high place and didn't let me lie here to recover for a while.
...I want to complain to Stargate Port!"
Fang Yu couldn't help but laugh: "What's it called? It's not like I didn't give you a gliding backpack."
The Papalar's eyes widened, and he waved his short hands angrily: "But don't you see how scary those harpies are!?"
"They are naturally interested in falling things," Fang Plover said with a smile: "Isn't this asking you and Mr. Alfond to help distract them so that others can land safely? Besides, as long as you do as I say
If you do it, there will be no problem."
"Look, aren't you okay?"
"But the heart of an innocent Papalar was greatly damaged, and you lost your king of thieves."
So Fang Yu finally had a big meal to soothe the wounded heart of the 'King of Night Thieves'. Over there, Jita and Luo Yu also found the halfling Mr. Alfonde. The latter was not as good as Papa.
The Lal people had so many things to do, so they just dusted themselves off, walked over to Fang Plover and said with a wry smile:
"Although it is my responsibility this time, can you not let me do such a job next time?"
"To be honest, I'm actually a little afraid of heights."
"Afraid of heights?"
Fang Plover looked at this guy. He was afraid of heights and had he ever been on a boat?
Alfande spread his hands helplessly: "Master, this is the reason why I retired... If it weren't for the fact that Her Royal Highness is a big patron..."
Fang Yu was also a little speechless, and couldn't help but wonder if this was another sense of asking for money rather than life.
However, Pasha, who had been silent at this time, suddenly asked a crucial question: "...How are we going to return the ship to Her Royal Highness the Princess after we go back?"
Everyone fell silent for a moment.
Fang Plover looked at the tattered boat hanging on the tree over there, thought for a moment, and felt that this should be considered a successful landing... maybe?
He subconsciously looked at Afifa beside him, only to find that the little princess was hugging the wooden sculpture, still lowering her head and saying nothing. Seeing the other party's appearance, Fang Yu's intention of making a joke to lighten the atmosphere faded away.
Many, he couldn't help but sigh and gave everyone a look:
"Let's go to the King of Sand first."
"Alfond, sir, do you know the way?"
"certainly."
This time, the halfling was quite sure.
But before everyone left, Luo Yu came over with Jita, and the box followed them.
"Ed," Luo Yu said in a low voice, "Before we came here, we saw some people..."
"some people?"
Fang Yu was slightly startled and couldn't help but look at the other party.