A subjugated princess will never die a vagabond

"Shut up, if you keep doing this, I'll give you horse piss tonight." Cloris frowned and muttered.

Weiman fought back and forth, not daring to speak anymore.

Cloris asked: "It looks like a corpse buried here. If it was a normal person's skeleton, Lie Yang would have already burnt it to be riddled with holes. Are you right, Weiman?"

"Hmm..." Weiman was in a dilemma, she felt that Miss Ke was talking to herself, like a frightening delirium ghost.

After looking at it, Cloris found that the so-called bonfire was actually a tomb turned up from a mound of earth. The bright purple crystals contained in the tomb had already dimmed. The church of souls and necromancers like these things, and they are very suitable as general materials for communication rituals."

"The aborigines here like to use Susheng stone as a funeral. After crushing the processed Susheng stone and pouring it into the bones, part of the soul can penetrate into the depths of the body and not rot with the body."

Cloris said: "So this is a corpse change? If it's just that simple, the explorers would have already stripped away the tombs when they raided here."

"It may be that the midnight-type Susheng stone has a unique periodicity, or it may be related to that curse. It looks like [Praise of Life] out of control, but Vivienne has not encountered a catastrophe-level disaster, so I can't be sure. I suggest the master to check The history before the coming of the Floating Star Sea and Tianshu.”

The girl murmured and complained: "You are Vivienne, how come you don't even know this little thing?"

"..."

Planner was silent, she still seemed to be sulking about Wolsey.

"That's it, the inexplicable curse, the corpse change caused by Su Shengshi," Cloris clapped her hands, and said, "I'm going back to deal with it, Weiman, and I will leave the specific matter to the competent people to investigate."

After all, the girl left the cemetery with a relieved Weiman. After seeing the two people who had returned, Brian Robson said in amazement: "It was solved so quickly?"

"There are only some inferences," Cloris briefly explained what happened to the graveyard, and added, "It does not guarantee that hidden dangers will be eradicated."

After hearing this, Brian Robson immediately had a gloomy face.

This means that this is not an ordinary supernatural accident, and there may be a potential risk of spreading the curse.

Cloris asked, "Is my mission complete?"

Brian woke up like a dream: "Of course, I will put my seal on the entrustment order... Besides, the Evening Star Hotel will not have any vacant suites until tomorrow, and it is getting late now, why don't we stay in the humble house first...?"

Cloris wrinkled her nose, and after thinking for a moment, she reluctantly said, "Then let's spend the night here."

At night, except for the night servants, everyone in the castle had fallen asleep, and when everything was quiet, Cloris quietly slipped into the shadows and swam out of the window.

The desk lamp next door was still on, and Weiman Lisara was tossed and rolled on the velvet bed. She held a magic staff in her arms and enveloped the room with shelter, her brows showed hesitation——

"Miss Ke, the room here is so big, why don't we squeeze together."

"Miss Ke, I can't sleep much, and if you haven't, why don't you go for a walk in the garden together?"

"Miss Ke, I'm scared to death tonight, if I'm alone, those evil spirits will definitely seek revenge from me!"

"Miss Ke, my performance is not bad, at least I didn't hold back..."

"Ahhhh, it's terrible, what the hell is going on!!"

Weiman didn't know whether she was afraid of evil spirits or worried about other things, she rolled the cotton wool into the gullies, and finally covered her head with a pillow: "Never mind, sleep!"

Cloris passed by the window, ignoring the neurotic and imbecile mage. She followed the mountain road in her memory and re-entered the grave in concealment.

"I didn't have a premonition of danger, Vivienne, are you sure there were other people there?"

"I made some predictions recently, and found that there is a great resistance that distorts the results. Generally speaking, the farther the deviation from the results is, the more complex and large the interference term is."

Prophecy is different from divination, in that it proceeds from cause to effect among countless possible probabilistic events, just like Walsey once made the ground under Cloris' feet rot, and Qifa predicted Luentia's death.The mystery of prophecy strengthens the direction of specific events, causing countless "causes" to swarm like gears and drive the final result.

During the process of prophesying that the little slut was infected by the plague through the puppet contact, the planner obviously noticed some small flaws in the perfect causal chain.

It was the curse of the common people slaughtering the natives, and she, Vivian, didn't predict the death of the little bitch, so there was no reason for this bastard to carry it so easily.

It is true that there are too many schemes in Gulingting that cannot compete, and it is difficult for her to influence the decisions of high-ranking people, but one thing remains unchanged, that is, the rules of the game in Gulingting for more than 200 years.As long as the layout is made around the rules of the game, and under the constraints of multiple forces, the planners are sure to use their appeals to achieve their own goals.

The Floating Star Sea Islands are useless, and it is difficult for a plan that mainly focuses on partisan disputes to investigate and understand the details. Therefore, she is curious about what key information exists on this island that can interfere with her original plan.

For this reason, the planner took the initiative to use his few powers to help Cloris hide.

Under the double blessing of the Touch of the Void, Cloris' presence in the shadows was almost at its lowest.

As for [Hide and Seek], since the last time she used it, Cloris left a sticky note beside the brooch, reminding herself that she had already encountered a relatively dangerous mental hidden danger when using it.Cloris had already lost her memory of the brooch many times, and after reading the reminder of the sticky note, she didn't dare to use this abnormal body lightly.

At this moment, even the sound of insects had been silenced in the dead and silent graveyard, and the air did not flow. However, when Cloris looked up, she found that the stars in the sky were circulating at an extraordinary speed.

Suddenly, a suspicious voice came from the girl's mind:

"You can leave, master, there is a very strange barrier here!"

Cloris didn't hesitate, and quickly left the slope away from the grave. The girl was swimming forward in the shadows, but the distance of hundreds of meters seemed to be stretched to infinity. She didn't know if she was moving, or The whole mountain came alive, and when the stars in the sky projected the condensed brilliance on her body, she realized that she was standing in front of the cone-shaped basalt stone monument.

Cloris' palms were sweating, and her thoughts climbed up the ring of the void along with the white thread.

"Very empty, yet very rich in power, reminds me of the great fog outside the world."

At this time, an old, weak, hoarse and low voice came from the girl's side. The other party spoke the Teribi language, but each syllable was as stiff as the dialect of the horned orcs, incomplete and obscure.

Cloris twisted her stiff neck, and looked at the emaciated and thin bones beside her who were as tall as herself.

He should be an old man, leaning on a warty wooden stick, wearing a feather crown, naked upper body, a long skirt full of braids dragging on the ground, his face is also twisted like those braids, his big nostrils are breathless Gossamer, the skin sticks to the bones, and the ribs are so clear that every scar carved on the bones can be counted.

If this is the case, it can only be regarded as an old man on the verge of death, but Cloris can feel the huge and sealed power from the crystalline roots growing under the opponent's skin. The skin tougher than cowhide was cracked, and the bones harder than steel were broken. The pus flowed out along with the bone marrow, and the soil passed through immediately produced independent eddies one after another. A firefly leaped from the blade of grass, And solidified in the ripples.

The old man laughed dryly, and no muscles could be seen on his mummy-like withered brown cheeks: "You seem to hide people in your dreams. If you feel dangerous, you can let them come out together."

The pocket-sized Vivian floated out of Cloris's dream, and she hid behind the girl's neck, full of vigilance: "Good evening, Mrs. Chalchak."

Chalchak's eyelids are very thin, and there is almost no flesh in the deep eye sockets, only the huge eyes are staring: "Do you know me?"

For the first time, the plan faded away from his white and beautiful image in the dream, and returned to his true nature. He said with cautious respect: "Anyone who knows a little bit about the history of the Ancient Spirit Land will know your great name. Pachidu, Sky Veil Ferryman...these big figures are the objects of worship of every one of us in the lower realm."

"Lower, I hate this word, I seem to have heard similar words more than 100 years ago," Chalchak laughed coldly, "Using your time, it is 190 years, 270 five days, eight hours, 44 minutes and 18 seconds ...Ah, it's 20 seconds now."

"This, this is written by a traveler, so there may be many people who quote it..."

Planning isn't about being fearless. She can be a mad dog online, but she can only be cowardly offline.

Not to mention facing a demigod.

Chalchak was about to die and was already weak. The planner once thought so, and it was indeed the case when he saw it with his own eyes, but the dying demigod was still not an existence she could confront head-on.

"Hello, Your Excellency Chalchak," Cloris didn't know who the other party was, but seeing the planner's attitude and the surrounding environment, she knew that the other party was not easy to mess with. She said neither humble nor humble, "I am the Temple of the Star Church Sister, the purpose is to help people in the world gain well-being. I came here to investigate some possible supernatural accidents, so as to prevent them from harming innocent ordinary people... But now it seems that they are just some trivial accidents, and this misunderstanding can be resolved gone."

Chalchak stared at the girl, his gaze was like a cold snake, or a dying lion, as if everyone who appeared around him would be regarded as an enemy, he said with a dry smile: "Thank you Star Church, my people are so lucky Not dead clean."

That laughter made Cloris shudder——

This sounds like a feud!

Immediately afterwards, Chalchak murmured in a language that Cloris didn't understand: "Are people who abandon the path of the ancestors still Aziica?" He looked at the girl and said, "If you don't have a god-king Take care, I will personally melt the Susheng Stone into your bones."

God King's favor?

Considering Chalchak's attitude towards the Church of the Stars, there are only three options left in Cloris's mind - the Void, the Gracious Father, and the Savior of All Souls.

"Don't say the wrong thing, master, the void you believe in is not the same as the mist worshiped by the Aziica people. The believers of Lieyang and Dawn can play the brains of dogs!" the planner reminded in Cloris's mind, " Worship of the mist is common in all ages, and besides, they believe in animism, you'd better follow his hair, lest you be called a heretic from the 'lost'!"

I don't believe in the void!

Cloris retorted dissatisfied in her heart, and smiled respectfully at Chalchak: "Can you tell me more about the great fog in your mouth? I have always had a vague inspiration in my heart, and following the stars is also for more On the one hand, look for the calling from the heart.”

"You are a foreigner, so you don't need to know the details. The Lord of the Feathered Snake regards all things as his subjects. Whether you exist or not, life and death have their own time, and it will not make you more honorable because of this," Charchak said to the person in front of him. The cone-shaped stele worshiped and said, "You have solved the accident, why do you want to come back?"

Cloris said sincerely: "I am a plague doctor, and the plague hidden in those corpses must be solved by someone."

Chalchak sneered: "I will take care of the womb of the heroic spirit. Before I die, no outsiders will be allowed to comment."

"I'm curious, Mr. Chalchak, if you really cared so much about your people, why did you allow their tombs to be excavated?" Cloris asked with a frown. The deceased seemed to have been tortured by the disease during his lifetime, and if those unscrupulous businessmen who should be punished by God are allowed to develop here, it is a trivial matter to take the disease out, but if they offend the deceased, it is the greatest disrespect to those heroic spirits!"

"The only thing I agree with the Church of the Stars is that you respect nature and souls, rather than treating them as tools that can be manipulated," Chalchak stroked the graphic on the stone tablet with his withered palm, and said with a grim smile, "You are very Want to know? Then sit down and listen carefully..."

511. Honest Man

Chalchak's narration is not eloquent in any case, his crystallized and decayed trachea can no longer produce any sound, and his two lips, which are as thin as willow leaves, seem to squirm only in accordance with the inertia of the past, the dry The cracks caused every piece of his ugly skin to misalign with the surrounding light, and those misalignments formed fat flow-like vortices, and finally the jerky and indistinct Teribi words came out from the friction between the vortices——

300 years ago, the Sea of ​​Floating Stars did not have a prosperous star curtain, and a dense sea of ​​fog containing warm currents enveloped a more boundless territory.This is almost the end of the deep realm in the middle, and beyond that is the Jedi.

Because it is the confluence of the abyss and the mist, despite the constant natural disasters and the rampant evil, the ancient sea of ​​fog miraculously maintains a subtle stability. The aboriginals worship all the mysteries in nature and store them with witchcraft. Stay in the soul, defend the territory of descendants from generation to generation, and prevent the abyss from being corrupted through such inheritance.

Hundreds of tribes are scattered in the ancient spirit court and the floating islands intertwined in the sea of ​​mist. The natives domesticate the wild plants and raptors that spread from the twisted jungle. From the travel notes and "meritorious achievements" left by the explorers It is estimated that there are at least millions of humans living here, among which the empire established by the Azika people is the most.

The ancient spirits were enshrined as gods, or, even extraordinary existences became the spirits of the indigenous people's beliefs.In order to please and strengthen their beliefs, and at the same time avoid famine caused by overpopulation, wars broke out among the indigenous people to conquer land, capture prisoners, and pray for blessings by sacrificing their enemies.

This is regarded by the upper realm as a primitive and unstable expansion of authority. Generally speaking, if the environment is stable, as authority and belief continue to merge, sooner or later a true god will be born with divinity as a symbol.However, the arrival of explorers broke the balance of the Land of Ancient Spirits.

The explorers who were able to reach the land of the ancient spirits in those days were not the rotten wood and scrap iron at the bottom, they were the elites who crossed the thousand layers of the world, and visited this place for knowledge, power, and wealth. As the explorers participated in the disputes in the land of the ancient spirits, The already frequent natural and man-made disasters have become more tragic.The explorers provoke tribal conflicts, dig up ancient palaces, use heroic spirits to practice magic, peel off the emperor's spiritual veins and cast them into wonders.

Along with it came a terrible plague of unknown origin.It makes all living things become horrific and twisted. Under the erosion of the curse, human beings become cancerous and reproduce, blooming into deformed, abyss-like evil things.

The last emperor of Aziika was weak because of preventing the disaster, which directly accelerated the destruction of the land of ancient spirits.

When an ethnic group is in peril, there will always be reformers who work hard to govern, and Chalchak, who was promising in his prime at that time, was such a person-at least he thought so.

After the fall of the capital, the rebellion of the heroes, and the dismantling of the emperor into parts by powerful foreigners who took advantage of the loopholes, Chalchak was appointed as the only remaining high priest and inherited the inheritance of the spectacle.

Under the leadership of Chalchak, the Aziikas have spent more than [-] years of difficult but relatively peaceful years. During this period, he made friends with heroes with a conscience among explorers, and ceased war with the Explorers Guild headquartered in the wasteland layer. Send a team to learn from visitors from the upper world.In Chalchak's prediction, no matter how the Aziikas decline, as long as they have demigod-level force and do not seek to maintain independence like Terntan, at least they can learn from some colonial leaders in the mist layer to allow the ethnic group to survive ...

Minority lords will always need to rule over the population.

With the help of explorer friends, Chalchak curbed the spread of the plague in the northern part of Gringing Court. During the truce, he also drove out the foreigners in the scramble for some islands, because the new generation of lords began to encroach on the territory of the sea of ​​fog. The Aziika Empire also gained the allegiance of a group of tribes.

However, the rule of the Land of the Ancient Spirits was inherently chaotic, and the Aziika people who had been hit hard by the plague even lost the ancestral land where their ancestors were buried. This made it difficult for the new generation of people to cultivate decent strong men, and After the explorers took away the other two wonders that were buried in the ruins, and more and more explorers gathered in the sea of ​​mist, Chalchak felt more and more powerless.

This is a disaster of extinction of civilization. Every explorer may become the executioner of the massacre, and every massacre may become a trap launched by the enemy against him. Chalchak has been infected with the plague that swept through the Land of Ancient Spirits more than once. , and more than once encountered adversity and ambushes.

He didn't have enough time to integrate the authority of the spectacle, but instead aggravated the erosion of authority in repeated injuries. If it hadn't been for the coming of Tianshu later, Chalchak felt that he might abandon the main body of the "Bridge of Precursors" and take the core with him. The tribe fled deeper into the world to survive.

The decline of the land of ancient spirits broke the balance and attracted the abyss to spy on. This is the ending that the lords did not want to see. environmental living space.

It's a pity that the lords who are rapidly expanding their power want to occupy all the wealth of the ancient spirit court. There are countless ruins here. After the arrival of Tianshu, the environment is even more pleasant like an underground heaven. Chuck, they promised the Aziika people a living space, and at the same time bought the outstanding Aziika people with luxury and money, and if they insisted on the glory of Aziika, the pedantic heroes would die early in air crashes ACCIDENT.

"When I came to my senses, my most trusted students had already helped them destroy most of the hubs of the [Bridge of Sages]," Chalchak grinned, revealing his long-lost, crystallized and decayed gums, exuding There was a disgusting smell, "I know you call it [Star Crossing Bridge], you have been waiting impatiently for me to die, and then take possession of the last inheritance of the Aziica people, haven't you?"

Cloris was speechless, although she wanted to say that the Church of the Stars might also have difficulties, but it was likely to irritate the old monster in front of her.

"What can I do for you?" Cloris was so sincere, her clear and charming eyes were naturally trustworthy, "I am engaged in the work of a reformatory, and I am committed to spreading universal kindness and unity. Those who are oppressed and suffering are the objects of our help!"

"You are a foreigner from heaven?" Chalchak let out a swamp-like grunt.

"I have the same blood feud with the damned people from the upper world. They destroyed my home and mutilated my close relatives!" Cloris was filled with righteous indignation, "That's why we cooperated with the Star Church to bring the evil The lord drives us out of our homeland!"

The girl wanted to hold Zalchak's withered old hand tightly to show her sincerity, but she gave up in the end.It's not disgusting, but that Chalchak, who has not controlled the spectacle, has been assimilated to the verge of collapse. His mysterious characteristics that continue to leak out can't be stopped even by crystallization. When the power is lost to the end, a generation of demigods can only be reduced to Nourishment for wonder.

Planning is like a cat, it's about to explode with anger——

She thought Cloris was making up her own story!

Chalchak said sadly: "You are also invaders of this land."

After the arrival of Tianshu, the lords continued to move in residents and slaves from the surrounding airspace, even in the wasteland layer with abundant resources, many people were attracted here.

For Chalchak, it doesn't matter that the aborigines of the world are one family, the Aziika people have long been occupied by doves and magpies.

"They guarantee the continuation of the Aziika tribe," Chalchak sneered, "wash away the Aziika culture, let them speak foreign languages, erase the inheritance of the ancient spirits, and continue...hehe."

Cloris asked in surprise: "You are a demigod, can't you even control the fate of your people?"

"Enos can come and go with the Church of the Sun, Chalchak is too low!"

"Except for minerals, the airspace of Ubud Nuoer is cold and barren. Even Hurricane Island has the value of a commercial port after more than 200 years of development! Even today, the population of Ubud Nuoer's airspace does not exceed 800 million. In the past of scarcity, Uenos only huddled in Tyrntan, which was not several times larger than Hurricane Island! In addition, the main route of explorers 340 years ago was Chrysalis!"

The contemptuous answer was transmitted to the girl's consciousness through spiritual connection.

Cloris, you are not angry. She can also learn about these histories in "Explorer's Illustrated Records", but the girl still doesn't understand the complete failure of the Aziika people.

"Obviously," Chalchak said, stroking the stele, "because I trusted the lies of foreigners so much that you were able to limit my space of action with the safety of your people."

"why?"

"Because I trust the lies of foreigners too much." Chalchak repeated with a sneer.

"Where is the plague?" Cloris asked, "Didn't you say that the plague has been contained, why does it still appear in this grave?"

"That's a terrible curse. No one knows where it came from, and it may be difficult to eradicate it even after thousands of years," Chalchak replied coldly. "It will only sleep and never die."

"Okay..." Cloris nodded, "Then why are you here?"

Chalchak stared at the girl with protruding eyeballs in his deep eye sockets, and then said hoarsely, "Are outsiders always so rude? This is the land where heroic spirits are buried. Before you say this, don't you intend to ask yourself?"

"I'm here to investigate the case of missing laborers," Cloris asked without mentioning any supernatural incidents at this time, "Do you know where they are? Although those people may offend the place where the heroic spirits sleep, there is no wrongdoing." They owe their debts to their owners, and they are only forced to obey the orders of their hateful lords."

"..." Chalchak tried to examine Cloris's words with a suspicious attitude, he thought for a while, and said flatly, "I don't know that anyone is missing here. Before you, no living person has been here. ...ah, now there is."

Following Chalchak's gaze, Cloris suddenly found a timid red-haired woman approaching here. She was wearing a gorgeous dress, holding a staff inlaid with silver gemstones at the head, layers of milky white The halo covered the body like a carapace.