Seven hundred and twenty-four chapters alone traveler
I don't want to care about other countries' success, and I can't care about it.
But the chaos in San Antonio is destined to have far-reaching consequences.
At least I had a lot of trouble looking for ruins in the desert area.
The ruins in the record have been found. Surrounded by the sand dunes in the desert area, I dug a big pit and found the ancient ruins that were sunk underground.
But soon, I discovered that I had found the wrong target.
"The remains of the snake god?"
Although I write a lot of messy things to earn royalties, I am not good at archaeology, and the ruins and ruins in front of me do not require much archaeological knowledge.
The most valuable ancient ruins are tombs or temples, which often contain many treasures and magic items. Tomb robbers... adventurers can easily find the direction of the target by using magic exploration skills.
"It seems that this time it was all in vain."
But this time, I saw that the murals were full of creatures with snake heads and human bodies, as well as various voodoo pots, straw men, wooden spears and other sundries. Even though I didn’t explore deeply, I knew I was looking for the wrong one.
The magic power perception was vaguely responsive, and it was obvious that some magic props had not been taken away.
If it were in the past, I would have been very interested in doing temple exploration and the like. After all, many artifacts, rare treasures, and ancient magics were dug out in this way. Tomb robbers...exploring ruins is always the most profitable business.
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But exploring the ruins requires enough patience and unlimited time, which I don't have.
There are a lot of troubles in the main plane right now, and I have no intention of hanging around here.
Now that it has been determined that this ruins is not the territory of the Sun God, the possibility of the remaining one is very high.
"At this point in time, traveling through half of San Antonio..."
Just thinking about it gives me a headache. I still have the title of Most Wanted Fugitive on my body. Although some people don't take it seriously, the knights and guards at the grassroots level do take it seriously.
Once the identity is exposed, I'm afraid it will be trouble again.
But there are some things that have to be done. The world is getting more and more chaotic. I am afraid that the day when the gods will descend to earth is just around the corner. If a breakthrough cannot be achieved as soon as possible... It seems that I have many enemies among the gods. During the Eternal Night Period
There are more than one or two gods offended. If it really comes to an era of chaos among the gods...
"...I won't be the first mortal to be raided by the gods. I'm afraid that I will be famous in history, but I would rather not have such an honor..."
I offended a lot of gods back then. Anyway, it was impossible for them to come down to earth in real form, and they couldn't deal with me when they came down, so I offended them to the point of death.
Killing their mortal church is equivalent to severing their faith. They are not considered powerful unless they die. Such hatred among gods is greater than the hatred of killing one's father.
As for the specific enemies... I really can't remember. Who would remember how many they crushed during the sweep? I don't know how many true priests and priests I killed along the way.
"Be low-key..."
After thinking about it, I really can only be a coward for a while recently. At least until I get a few magic swords, it is still not appropriate to fight with god-level characters.
Well, as long as those magic swords can really work, I won't be afraid even if I encounter the true form of the gods.
I sacrificed everything back then and was reincarnated. If I couldn't become stronger, wouldn't I be stupid?
In the theoretical design, as long as any magic sword exists, at least I can save my life in front of the gods. If it is made of the most dangerous magic sword over there, it should not be difficult to kill the gods.
"Gone, gone."
Putting on a hood, turning age-deceiving jewelry. Putting on a fake beard and a worn-out chainmail. This time, the person who chose to disguise himself was a middle-aged version of a poor adventurer.
Such middle-aged frustrated mercenaries have always made up the majority of adventurers. As long as you are careful, I don't think they will be exposed.
And I am immune to most detection spells, so I don't need to worry about being blocked.
Looking back now, if I hadn't leaked my whereabouts to Prince Winston, the other party wouldn't have been able to seize my position and take advantage of the situation.
But when I think about the long road back, I feel a little dizzy.
It's not that I don't want to ride a flying mount soaring in the sky. A day's journey like that is worth a week's walking, but San Antonio is not a small country. Various flying mounts patrol back and forth, and being surrounded is a great pleasure.
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The walk out of the desert was smooth, and it only took one day, including walking and flying, but the rest of the journey was obviously going to be very difficult.
When I thought that I would probably not be able to enter the city along the way, and that I would usually have to eat and sleep in the open on the way here, I became even more depressed, and I had the urge to fly directly there.
On the way, he ventured into a city and communicated with an intelligence dealer, but the news he got was even more depressing.
At least in most areas of San Antonio, I can't get rid of the suspect's hat. The most ridiculous and unpleasant thing is that I am connected with the Holy Church. All the news seems to be blaming the Holy Church.
The Holy Church created this turmoil, Prince Winston is the lackey of the Holy Church, and I am the murderer they sent.
I can understand that most political propaganda is nonsense, but when the nonsense reaches this level, it can be considered difficult for those propagandists.
Roland, the sworn enemy of the Holy Church, actually cooperated with the Holy Church? In order to murder a certain queen thousands of miles away? This requires a lot of nonsense to make people believe such a ridiculous message.
And whenever I go to any city, I can see my head posted on the reward board and a piece of it hanging at the city gate, which makes me reluctantly reduce my plans to go in and out of the city.
I found a grocery store, replenished water and some unpalatable dry food, and then hit the road again.
I considered whether to find a convoy of merchants or a team of adventurers to join. It would be more concealed to blend in than to go on the road alone. However, considering the "slow speed" of ordinary people, I had no choice but to go on the road alone.
Everywhere you go, you can see intensely trained militiamen and knights traveling everywhere. The shadow of civil war seems to have shrouded the country.
But when I almost arrived at Winston's territory and approached the Taro River, I got definite news.
The civil war broke out a day ago.
Under cover of darkness, Duke Batlló's cavalry regiment attacked the border city of Turdin and killed all the resisters.
This fortress city-state is hard to find even its name on the land, and has less than 2,000 permanent troops. At this time, it attracted the attention of everyone, including gods, because this action only represents one thing. San Antonio
Civil war broke out in full force.
What is even more incredible is that trolls and balrogs appeared among Duke Batlló's sergeants, and the former mortal enemies turned into allies.
Thinking that Maria also died in the hands of the devil, if she had a spirit under the spring, she would probably have exploded with anger.
I looked over the map and found that Turdin was not far from where I was. After hesitating for a moment, I chose to go around.
But unfortunately, this time, it was a little late, and the pursuers had already come to the door. (To be continued.)
