Late that night, the Oracle Regeni sat silently outside the Hetula tribe, with no guards around him and no one accompanying him.
A small bonfire swayed slightly with the night wind. Regeni did not take out those paper cards, nor did he sacrifice the five prophetic objects left by his ancestors. Only the ancestor's skull (a one-handed magic weapon) always emitted fluorescence, as if
A companion who has always been with him is accompanying Regeni here and staring at the sky.
"Old friend, I originally planned to repair this rift with you, but now it seems that I can no longer consume my life force willfully, because I plan to witness Constance's growth with my own eyes."
"What on earth is going on in this world? Why is everyone focused on striving for fame and fortune instead of taking a closer look at the stars and the bright moon?"
"Perhaps this is the reason why the old gods no longer appear. People in the world are too realistic, so realistic that they can only hold gold coins in their left eye, and their right eye can only be filled with the desire for power."
Oracle Regeni leaned under the boulder and actually took out a wine bag from his storage bag. The last time he drank alcohol was more than two thousand years ago.
The spicy taste entered the throat and immediately burned the entire esophagus, but eventually turned into mellow aroma and warmth and stirred in the stomach. Regeni smiled bitterly and shook his head, because once upon a time he was also a heavy drinker, and if he did it every day
Without drinking a few bottles of ale, even practicing would feel boring. But at this moment, he felt that the wine bag in his hand was very heavy, so heavy that he could not hold it firmly, and his vision became blurred for a while.
In this short period of half a year, Regeni has performed great prophecy spells several times, and with each use, his little remaining life force has been reduced. Today, Regeni
I feel that if I still want to live a few more days, I should stay away from conflicts as much as possible and quietly accumulate spiritual power.
But how could he be allowed to control such a thing? In the first great prophecy, he sensed the powerful aura far away in the Sun-Chasing Hills, the holder of the Wailing Magical Tome (magic weapon), and the troll clan
The financial officer, the great witch doctor Slan, will be promoted to an "astrologer" in the near future. And the trolls will also reignite the war because of his strong rise.
In the second great prophecy, he sensed the death of the phosphorescent beetle Nnoitra, and faintly noticed the abnormal movements of the frozen continent. It was enough power to cross the ice sea and crush the ancient continent. p>
During the third great prophecy, Boom and his party disappeared into the Charybdis vortex, and that was also the first time that Regeni showed an expression of losing hope. Then he could only change his strategy, hoping to make good friends with the opponent.
For the fourth great prophecy, Boom and his team of five stepped into the Starlight Grassland. A space magician, a dark magician, an ancient beast, and two relics of ancient beasts. There is nothing to say about this kind of formation.
We have traveled around the world together, even if we claim to launch a second "holy war", people will probably believe it.
But what concerned Regeni the most was the scene that appeared at the end of the fourth great prophecy. It was precisely for this reason that he decided to accompany Constance to grow up, at least not to see her take over as his oracle.
name.
It was a realm of nothingness, the sky connected to the ocean, and huge waves hundreds of meters high were constantly washing the sky. There was no magic or spiritual energy fluctuations, and this space was filled with a strange and ancient pressure.
It is the tremor of the soul that accompanies every breath.
Regeni didn't know where this place was, but he was certain that it was definitely not the world he was in, because even those ancient ferocious beasts could not compete with the giant thing in front of him. Except for the masters of the Demon Sea, the Earthly Giant Python brother and sister
, Jormungandr and Hela.
"I am a candle dragon, who are you, how dare you break into my domain with the power of your soul!" The giant creature spoke slowly, but even a casual question almost made Regeni faint. p>
This is a mysterious creature that looks like a giant dragon, with a head like a raging lizard, moist or greasy skin, a grayish-white body, and a tail like a broken animal skin.
Regeni looked into the distance, but he found that he could not see the entire candle dragon. What he could see was nearly a kilometer long, and those sharp claws could easily tear apart the golden plain. "My name is Regeni, the oracle of the orcs, and this is my magic weapon, the skull of my ancestors!"
"I originally planned to use the power of my soul to predict the future, but I didn't expect to end up here by mistake. I hope you can forgive me!"
While explaining, Regeni bowed and saluted, and this was the first time he saluted someone after thousands of years. The candle dragon in front of him was impossible to compete with. It was a mysterious existence that must not be offended.
If the other party is angered, let alone the golden plain where the orcs are located, it is estimated that the entire world will be devastated or even completely overturned.
"A strange person, a name I have never heard of, an oracle? What is God?"
"It's a pity that your power is about to be exhausted, otherwise I would also be very curious about the people from another dimension!"
"Just leave, this is no place for you, you ridiculous reptile!"
These were the last sounds Regeni heard, and then his vision went dark. When he woke up again, he had returned to the world he was familiar with.
"Oracle? What a nice name. From now on I will be the Oracle!"
"It's a pity that the other party's stay was too short, but since it's boring, I'll just search for it!"
In that mysterious space, Zhulong was still talking to himself, and then a breath of destruction broke out. His originally greasy and slippery skin began to soften and twist, and his tail like a tattered animal skin was wrapped in blazing fire.
It turned into a giant candle, slowly consuming itself.
Zhulong does not drink or eat, sleeps, or excretes. Moreover, its cultivation method is very strange. It actually repeats the cycle of "self-destruction" and becomes stronger every time it is reborn.
However, this time it did not practice, but after it was completely burned, it forcibly divided a small piece of soul during rebirth. And this piece of soul instantly turned into a meteor, shooting towards the end of the realm of nothingness.<
/p>
"Since you are me and I am you, I hope you can eventually find the space where the other person is, or you may just perish!"
Zhulong's huge body slowly disappeared into the clouds, the huge waves surged again, and the pressure in the air became stronger. For those weak existences that looked like gravel, Zhulong simply couldn't bring up the interest to come in person, even if it was separated
A small piece of soul, the other party should also feel honored.
The perspective once again turned to the outside of the Hetura tribe, and once again gathered around the bonfire where the Oracle Regeni was. The wine bag had long been empty, and bits of dried meat were scattered on the ground.
"Old man, what do you think the outside world is like? If I were not an oracle, I would probably start my own unknown journey."
"That's it when I'm old! Many people say that they live in an invisible cage every day, but I feel that the whole world is a big cage, imprisoning the thoughts of all souls all the time."
Regeni gently stroked his magic weapon, and the ancestral skull (a one-handed magic weapon) seemed to sense the owner's low mood, and slowly emitted a soft light comparable to the effect of a healing totem.
"Beyond the end of the world is not chaos and nothingness, but there are countless spaces!" Regeni put the ancestral skull (a one-handed magic weapon) into his body, then stood up and walked towards the animal skin tent.
As a peak powerhouse who has lived for thousands of years, he has no intention of paying attention to the changes in power. He is more interested in the unsolved mysteries. But as the leader of the orc shaman, he cannot directly care about it.
Leaving, unable to watch the golden plain disappear in the flames of war.
