MTL - Righteous Angry Hunting Demon-Chapter 459 10,000-year-old living fossil

At this time, the two of them had come to the Mage Tower again.

"Storyteller, I've heard about you, how are you?" Alafah Xu Nai half-closed his eyes, looked at the compatriot in front of him, but frowned slightly.

"Welcome to come." Nie Niu on this side also said excitedly.

"Hello." The storyteller nodded.

"I heard that you lost your memory, do you still remember? Are you an elf from Qiong Ning?" Alafah Xu Nai asked again.

"About this, I actually don't know much about it." The storyteller shook his head slightly.

"Commander, with all due respect, as the birthplace of most elves in the world, Qiong Ning should know him theoretically, but I have never seen his feeling. It should even be said that I have never heard of his existence .” Arafah Xu Nai said with a frown.

"Then I don't know." Shaking his head slightly, the storyteller said.

"Is it possible that he has been active longer than your age?" Lin Yun raised his eyebrows slightly and said.

"I...not sure, but his state makes me very suspicious." Alafah Xu Nai was silent for a moment, and then said.

Alafashnai had joined this war almost from the time of the first jihad.

But the problem is that 70 years is really not much for elves.

Then in theory, the maximum age of an elf is theoretically 750 years old, which is even less than one-tenth.

So in fact, although Arafah Xu Nai said that he already has snow-white hair.

But. . . . . Is it possible that it is simply because his hair is this color. . . . .

To put it simply, Alafashne is strictly speaking a barely middle-aged elf.

And because of the characteristics of elves, basically they will not appear old until they die of old age, and even some elves will not appear old when they die of old age. This is the biggest problem with the state of storytellers.

"Okay, okay, you can do whatever you want with this kind of thing, hurry up, hurry up, I really want to know the story hidden in it." Nie Niu directly interrupted this discussion, and then took out the melting pot. The Heart of Fire book is out.

The storyteller shrank back and put his hands on the blood-stained page.

His face was contorted with pain, ugly.

His voice trembled with fear, "No. Here he is again. That horrible, piercing voice. That horrible face-like shape. That monstrosity. . . . with hands and feet, all Made of countless reptiles. He touched me, and those disgusting creatures attacked my flesh and covered my body."

"It sounds like they are completely synchronized. I'm really curious how he got this ability. Is it because he is blind?" Nie Niu on the side said curiously.

"They're eating me. They're hungry and they're sure to eat me up, leaving only my eyes and tongue so I can read the damned pages. So I can continue translating those words in long-forgotten The runes written in the language of the ancient elves. Then, I translated... how painful. I tried to lie to him and changed the translation...but he saw through my lie. He got angry. I'm not lying now, I'm not lying. He took a worm out of my face and crushed it with his fingers on the inkwell. Then he took a quill and dipped it in For a moment, write on the rune with my blood, and I continue to dictate the content... Callistre, when will this nightmare end? Let me die. Xianxier, let I will die."

The storyteller withdrew his hand abruptly, his expression terrified. "Oh, by the gods. . . . what a terrible torture. The poor man was tortured to unlock the secrets of the notes. The torture made his misery thick as molasses. My soul drowns Among them, my memory is hidden behind these horrible images. I can try to pass through them, but... I need your help. Tell me everything you have seen and heard. Darkness surrounds me A past long forgotten, and I will try to use your words as a light to illuminate that darkness."

"What the hell? You wrote this book?" Lin Yun blinked, unable to react.

They were looking for the owner of this book, and then tried to decipher the magic ritual inside, only to find that this thing was actually written by a storyteller?

Then, in order to decipher the storyteller's ancient elven language, King Xianxier could even find someone who could translate the ancient elven language.

Now, the storyteller is reading the experience of the poor translator. . . . . .

It's amazing.

"No, I'm not sure, I just feel that the shadow of my memory seems to be related to this book," the storyteller shook his head slightly, and carefully took the blood-stained pages, as if dealing with dangerous insects . "I see the shape of magic. . . . there is a pulsation of power in the center. . . . You have seen the ritual. So tell me, where is its central point, its magical node? "

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"Yeah." Lin Yun frowned slightly, recalling everything in his memory as much as possible.

"I'm not sure, but maybe it has something to do with the people in the middle of the ceremony."

The storyteller trembled. "That's right... the storm of power, whirling into the sharp blade. There is a living soul within, in the eye of the whirlwind. The soul must exist, for the The knife is just an implement. The energy is so blinding that I can't see through the light...Did you see it during the ritual? What did it look like?"

"If I really want to say it, it might be the power of the abyss." Lin Yun thought of the magma-like existence around him.

Looking back at this moment, isn't that the corruption of the abyss?

"Yes...the rift... is the expectation that connects the worlds. It is not only intelligent creatures that can pass through the realms, but also the energy of the plane. I remember it... . . . remember the voice too. I remember the voice. Words bring some kind of power. Those who are doing the ritual, are they chanting some mantra?"

"Maybe it's... Rauk?" Lin Yun continued, recalling the words that Volimirako shouted out loud.

The elf old man was out of breath, and countless memories overwhelmed him. "Rauk. 'Nameless.' An ancient script of unrivaled power. The language it belongs to has lost its vitality long ago, but the power of its script still remains... In the past, the mages They use this word in rituals when they intend to do something of great consequence and against the laws of nature. They hide their names to protect themselves from the wrath of the gods. Rauk, I am nameless, There are traces to follow."

The storyteller was trembling, looking like he was about to fall at any moment. "I remember now. I know where I've seen part of this ritual . . . .

The elf's mood gradually stabilized, and the wrinkles on his face were also relaxed. "Thank you, just as you guessed before, maybe this book was really written by me, and... Please, please walk into my story with me. Let us Let's embark on this journey together." Before starting the story, the storyteller took a few deep breaths.

"They departed. The people of Jonin faced the coming skyfall and acknowledged that they were helpless against this natural disaster. Proud rulers, talented artisans, brave warriors, wise magicians and skilled healers , all hurried to the portal to Soverian, looking around in horror. A clean and safe world awaits them across the portal. My people do not intend to fight for Golarion .I am devastated and I feel sorry for them. Their hearts have been shaken by this devastation. But my will is strong. I will stay here."

"A cataclysm of unspeakable magnitude. An unborn planet struck Golarion, whether by elusive fate or by someone's nefarious intentions. The impact was immense, Azlant The continent was destroyed in an instant, turned into ashes, and disappeared from the face of Golarion. This burnt offering gave birth to clouds of ash and dust, stealing our sunlight. Losing the warmth of the sun, the air condenses and the soil is barren. , Creatures in the darkness crawl out of their lairs and dominate everything. The most frightening thing is that losing the sun is equivalent to losing all hope in your heart. This is the dark age..."

"Fuck!" Hearing what the storyteller said, Lin Yun said with a grinning expression.

"What are you talking about the dark age, the dark age that is almost 9,000 years ago, that is, you are now 9,000 years old, no, maybe even 10,000 years old? My God, you probably The oldest elf I've ever seen, no, some gods may not have lived as long as you, which is really amazing and unimaginable." Like a cannonball, Nie Niu spoke frantically.

Indeed, the new gods like Iomedae are only in their early thousand years old.

It is now 4715 A.D., and the AD is calculated according to the year when Aroden became famous.

The Shining Expedition of Iomedai was only in 3832.

As for the dark year, that disaster should not be said.

The calamity of the stars, it was 5293 BC, more than 10,000 years from now, if you count the age of the storyteller himself.

It sounds like he is still a big man, that is to say, it is conservatively estimated that the feeling can be delayed for another few hundred years.

A huge comet hit Golarion, causing the world of the Inner Sea to be plunged into darkness for more than a thousand years. Azlant and Thursilon were destroyed.

The Elves fled Golarion through the Stone of Solvirion or retreated to the far north, the jungles of the south, or the dark lands.

The Stone of Sovirian is a magnificent and boundless arch of bent crystal, forged by the mighty hand of the ancient gods. A grand gate to other worlds.

Although the world was not directly impacted by the falling stars~www.novelbuddy.com~ the huge tsunami still redraws the coastline of this continent, and on the other side of the disasters that devastated Azlant, the sunken mountains followed A series of volcanic eruptions rose up.

Volcanic ash blocked out the sun for several years, bringing about long, cold winters.

Plagues of land, sea, and air ravaged the lands, especially the reptilian empires of the Vails in the south. The ash actually only floated in the air of Azlant for a few years, but it became a metaphor that hangs over a millennium later.

The elves of the Sharptooth Forest fled in all directions. Many traveled to Chioni, and some fled to the First World, where they eventually found that most of the rifts in the material plane had closed.

In Nido, three tribal leaders came near a rift in the plane where Redwang is today, and prayed for the deliverance of their people. Boss Zon-Kushon hadn't even become a **** yet, hadn't even just crawled out of exile from his shadow plane.

"How is this possible, an elf over 10,000 years old." Alafah Xu Nai on the side was also a little confused at this time.

At this time, he was an elf for the first time, but it seemed that the age difference was several times that of a human being when he saw an elf.

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(There is one thing to say, the storyteller is the true sense of legend, the person who witnessed the history, although it is a little less interesting than the World of Warcraft next door, which is tens of thousands of years old.)

(And in the DND2e version, the elves are actually immortal. Although it is said that they will enter the hidden place by themselves after they are over 750 years old, they can gain a skill proficiency every 100 years, like a craftsman, a carver Ah, lumberjack stuff, can pull it all up.)