"When we woke up, the Seventy-Two Demonic Pillars disappeared. After opening the gap in Raymond Gaiton, we have been looking for traces of you adults, but unfortunately we found nothing."
Butres continued to lie on the ground tiredly, missing the days when the demon gods led them to fight and fight.
As the old devil spoke in a low voice, Aini folded his hands and twitched his index finger unconsciously, his mind already flying to a thousand years ago.
The outside world is greedily peeping, strange people and strange things are coming in droves; the blue star is vast, the gods interact with each other, heroes emerge in large numbers, and there is a grand scene in the chaos.
Magic is invisible, and compared to Lin Li's powerful force, even the most prominent wizards today could only survive by hiding in the cracks at that time.
Here, Aini was fascinated and leisurely.
However, the dark ages that were most obscured by the fog of history were also the period that he most wanted to explore, but these visitors from other worlds made them sleep away.
Just very anxious.
Hermione tugged on the edge of Ani's robe, also very anxious.
Even though Buttress looks like a snake, his slow and rapid hissing is also full of snake-like tone. In fact, it has nothing to do with snake language, even if Harry and a certain Tom are combined.
It would be useless to tie him up, let alone Hermione's half-baked self-taught Parseltongue.
It looks like the girl Hermione is standing aside quietly, sometimes smiling, sometimes frowning, as if she has gained something, but in fact she just doesn't want to lose the battle in front of the Serpent in Outland.
Although I could guess a thing or two from Aini's answers, Butres' long speech was accompanied by too many "hissing" sounds of unknown content that made the girl scratch her heart and lungs. She wanted to immediately split the big snake's head and extract her memory.
Look what's inside.
Aini couldn't help but laugh at the cute little expression. He stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers. The magic in the room rippled, and Butres's neighing sound contained a bit of noise. After a while, when he spoke again,
A male voice with a cold accent sounded simultaneously in the room.
Well, English, Hermione is very happy.
Um?
English?
"Aini~~~"
The girl who had just been pleasantly surprised turned to look at her companion, and slapped Aini's arm in embarrassment. With such a useful magic, she was still allowed to guess. It was such a pity to miss out on the contents.
"Haha, I'll tell you about the previous ones later."
Ani rubbed the girl's hair that had been taken care of. It was a little tighter than usual, but still as smooth as ever.
It wasn't that he was deliberately teasing Hermione. The information that Ani expected to get from the mouths of these rune snakes was extraordinary. Even he was fully prepared before he dared to ask. How could he let the girl listen without screening?
Knowledge has its own weight, and getting too much without corresponding weight is harmful and useless.
Unexpectedly, Butres and others directly slept through Aini's most desired and dangerous time. Although there were many secrets before the dark age, it was beneficial and harmless to girls.
After confirming that Butres' knowledge was limited, Aini was naturally extremely disappointed. Thinking of the preparations made for today, it felt quite anticlimactic, but for Hermione, she didn't have to worry too much.
Satisfy your thirst for knowledge.
What happened three thousand years ago?
Different from the partially erased history of the Dark Ages, Butres's experiences do not seem to involve taboos that are unspeakable or even uncommunicable.
To this day, there are many specious legends circulating in both the magical world and the non-magic world.
Along with Butres's narration, it occasionally corresponds to some of the chapters that Ani and Hermione have read. Some stories are confirmed and some contents are subverted.
The big snake covered in strange magic patterns in front of them is not only the narrator of the story, but also the witness of many events. Those experiences he recounted in his mouth made the two little ones feel a different feeling from reading a book.
of solemnity and solemnity.
In the room with constant neighing sounds, the two of them were so intoxicated that even Ani, whose own intuition could be used as a watch, failed to notice the passage of time.
The sun sneaks away and the moon sneaks up on the treetops.
"...I once went to Anatolia with Sir Butis. At that time, there was endless war there. According to the current name, wizards and Muggles were not subordinate to each other, but they were colluding with each other, and they became a mess."
A weird smile appeared on Butres's scarred snake face, as if he was enjoying the experience back then with a bit of leisure.
Ani and Hermione looked at each other in silence, disagreeing with the preferences of these negative plane creatures.
A place of stability and harmony is never the first choice for demons to live unless they are sure to destroy it after assessing their strength.
Intrigues and deceit, frequent wars, this is the devil's ideal land.
Obviously, if it matches Butres's aesthetics, we can see what the Anatolian plateau, which means "the place where the sun rises", looked like back then.
As the narration continued, Aini suddenly frowned...
It's not because of the huge difference in the three views between Butres and the general public - it would be strange if a demon could be raised in a negative energy plane that could match the three views of humans.
But what he said at this time just reminded Aini of a memory that happened not long ago.
"We went to a valley that time, but Mr. Butis couldn't reach an agreement with the other party, and we suffered a small loss in the end. Later, several demon gods went there again, but they had already moved away."
Butres shook his head with emotion. At that time, the world was in chaos and strong men emerged in large numbers. High-ranking demons like him had to be careful when traveling far away.
"Do you know the identity of the people in the valley?"
In the Anatolian Plateau, there were endless wars three thousand years ago. Are they the Hittites? A few images appeared unconsciously in front of Aini's eyes. They were the black robes of Nurunos that he encountered when he went to the Temple of Artemis.
.
"They were some Hittites who chose to break away from the war. Some of them were extraordinary and some were mortal. After hearing about it, they moved to the seaside. The Demon God searched for them several times but could not find any trace of them. In the end, Lord Butis ate the
A small loss can only be ignored."
Soon, Butres' next words confirmed Aini's guess.
The demon gods are all vengeful masters, and they were able to form a group to arrest them several times without success. The gang was indeed very secretive enough.
"Avoiding the war? It's human nature, but I don't know if any of their descendants will continue it."
Speaking of this, the image of Nurunos' black robe once again appeared in Aini's mind. He couldn't explain why, but he always felt that there was an inseparable relationship between the two.
Beginning in the 13th century BC, the once powerful Hittite Kingdom embarked on an irreversible decline.
Civil war, foreign enemies, and even today, even civilization is missing. In the magic world, no wizard family claims to be inherited from the ancient Hittites.
Not communicating with the outside world, a strange bilingual system, a secluded ethnic group three thousand years ago...
The corners of Aini's lips curled up, and things seemed to be getting interesting.