Vol 9 Chapter 137: Small town in hell
The old man with a dull face sighed with vicissitudes, "I know his teacher."
"Mr. Old, are you the legendary magician of the ancient magic empire?" Lucian is not surprised. After the demise of the three ancient magic empires, there are many remaining legendary magicians. After all, they have mastered a variety of strange magic spells. Some of them are hiding deep in the dark mountains, while others are hiding in the heterogeneous spaces such as the "Evening Snow Queen" in "Black Plateau" and other regions. The choices are different, so they encountered in the ninth-floor hell. A legendary magician is not too strange.
The teacher of His Excellency the Speaker fell in the "Battle of Antifleur" during the Dawn War, and he who knew him was obviously a strong man during the ancient magic empire.
The old man was thin, like a mummy without bandages, and said with a little emotion: "Our ancient magicians can no longer keep up with the times. Look at Douglas, how long it took to become the pinnacle of legend, far more than me, What are you doing in Hell? "
"I plan to explore the ancient ruins in the depths of hell, and by the way go to Silent Hell to find the special star core hidden by the former Duke of Frost." Lucian did not hide. Since the legendary magician lived in hell, he was very May know something, "Yes, old man, don't know what to call you?"
Balusian recalled the ancient legendary magician who was recorded, trying to confirm the identity of the old man.
"Hey, now I'm an old guy waiting to die in Hell, what do I need for my name and title?" The old man touched his head, and white hair drifted away. "Ancient ruins in the depths of Hell? The former Duke of Frost hides Star core? Young man, you should be the legendary magician who has only recently been promoted by the Magic Council? I advise you not to take too much risk. "
"I've been to the ancient ruins twice, and I almost lost in the shadow of being wandering forever, and in order to explore there, there are more than six legends that have fallen clearly. The basic ones that can safely enter and exit are Tanos. Your Excellency, Douglas, their legendary pinnacle, has not accounted for the possible shots of the Lord of Hell. "
"As for the nucleus hidden by the former Duke of Frost, it was a thousand or two thousand years ago. I suspect it has been taken away long ago, otherwise the Duke of Frost will not have no clue."
Lucien quietly listened to the old man's remarks, contrasting with the ancient **** information he received from His Excellency the Speaker and Mr. Rhein, his heart was a bit strange. Generally speaking, ancient legendary magicians The weird magic is more or less gloomy and mysterious. Few people are as cowardly and kind as this old man.
"Where do you think I would be with you, a young man like you? If you want to die, let ’s die, but I spent 30 years in **** and stayed with her quietly for 30 years, and people became soft. , Compassionate, otherwise Maman such a special soul body would have long been my experiment.
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"Thirty years? She?" Lucian did not answer positively, but asked the old man with interest, so it was better to ask for information if the relationship was closer.
The old man's wrinkled face softened at once: "Since he came to Hell, it would be better to sit in my" Soul Paradise "tavern, just in" Quiet Hell "."
"Okay." Lucian smiled and nodded anyway, he had to go to "silent hell" anyway.
The old man no longer spoke, Lucian also leisurely looked at the blazing flames and the majestic steel buildings among them,
I waited for a while and Maman ran back happily: "Grandpa, 'Water Spirit Wine' has been delivered to the old place, and they can be sent to 'Soul Paradise' today."
"Let's go home." The old man touched Maman's head lovingly.
Kulu Xi'en followed them, along the Styx River, through the layers in front of Hell, all the way to the snow-capped plains.
The cold wind on the plain seems to tear the soul directly into fragments, but there is no sound plus the vastness of the ice field. No other souls and devil can be seen between the flying snowflakes, so an eternal silence. Feeling spontaneous.
Balusian doesn't need to look and know, in the ice layer under the white snow, there are frozen souls, they are frozen inside, without consciousness, consciousness, and sleep in the cold and darkness forever.
The cold wind of tranquility, quietness, and death revolved around Lucian and the old man, but was bounced off by an inexplicable force, and even Maman was not frozen in the cold wind.
I do n’t know how long, a small town appeared in front of it, and the walls were surrounded by ice crystals. Inside were rows of "warm bloodstone" houses-this is a special product of "silent hell", which can effectively resist Freezing the cold of the soul and the cold wind that tears the soul.
In the main material world, because of the scarcity of things, an ordinary-quality warm blood stone is equal to fifty quintals, which can actually be used to build small towns.
The residents of the small town are wandering souls. There are men and women, old and young, and their bodies are translucent. They are similar to Maman, have normal IQ, but lack the strange feeling of warm and sunny.
"Old man, you are back, I am waiting for the flame." A strong man with a goatee floated over and stared at the storage bag in the hands of Maman and the old man.
灵魂 In "Quiet Hell", the soul can also enjoy flame wine.
The old man grinned and said, "You drunkard, next time I will be frozen out because of drunkenness, I will not take responsibility."
Balusian took a strange look at the old man, but he was called an old guy by ordinary souls, but he didn't mind it at all. The legendary magician seemed to pay little attention to the strict humility of the ancient magic empire.
While talking to the souls, the old man carried his storage bag and walked to the tavern in the small town in the town. Maman was a few steps behind and looked curiously at Lucian: "Sir, are you not human? Why have I never I've seen humans like you, with warm bodies and devil-like muscles. "
"Human? What kind of human is it?" Lucian asked funnyly.
Ma Maman's face was slightly transparent, his chin was raised, and the child proudly said, "I am human like this."
"Who told you?" Lucian probably guessed who it was.
Uncle Maman opened his eyes in confusion: "Of course it is grandpa."
Speaking of Grandpa, he was frustrated for a moment, and seemed to find the object of description: "But Grandpa never let me practice with the uncles, but just let me do useless meditation."
"Your grandpa is a very good person, and there is nothing wrong with listening to him." Lucian patted his head with a smile.
怎么 "How is it? Uncle and 婶婶 both say that Grandpa is just an ordinary old man, except for cooking and wine, there is no power at all." Maman seriously refuted Lucian's words.
Uh, a special soul has a legendary magician grandfather with a hidden identity. It really looks like a bard story. Lucian thought funny, and was too lazy to explain it to Maman. He followed the old man into the "Soul Paradise" tavern. .
的 The layout of the tavern is different from the main material world, but at the bar stands a female face with a vague and rigid face.
"I'm back. I bought a hundred bottles of Soul Spirit Wine this time ..." The old man walked into the bar and whispered to the female soul. Although he was only talking about the daily "stocking account", his expression was Gentle and content.
Alas, the female soul remained rigid, wiping the glass mechanically.
The old man said for a long time, it took a long time to turn to look at Lucien sitting in front of the bar, and introduced: "This is my wife. Would you like a bottle of flame wine?"
Baluchin shook his head and asked curiously, "How did you find it?"
Normally, the soul entering Hell cannot recognize the original identity.
"She died because of one of my mistakes, so I can prepare in advance and mark the soul with a special method." The old man opened a bottle of flame wine himself and directly sipped himself, "but even if I have no more feelings for the soul Deep mastery can't understand its essence and its transformation, so in the end, she is only a little better than the ordinary soul, and maybe it will completely dissipate in another 100 years. "
Balusian nodded, probably guessing from the description which legendary magician the old man was, after all, not many were so good at the soul realm and survived.
The old man continued: "After I found her, I was here with her, watching her quietly, making up for her past mistakes, hey, time flies so fast, it's thirty years in the blink of an eye.
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"The souls outside are the products of your experiment?" Lucian didn't believe a legendary magician would give up lightly.
"Well." The old man nodded lightly and took another sip of wine. "I tried to awaken their memory, but in the end it just made them regain their thinking skills Compared with before, it was just another person. It will also completely dissipate or freeze in the ice over time, and fall into eternal silence. "
"It's a pity," Lucian said in a silent voice. "Unfortunately, the Council's research on the soul is still close to making breakthrough progress."
Balusian is not actually referring to the magic council, but to himself.
The old man's eyes projected on Lucian's face: "The soul is the most illusory realm. It has fundamental contradiction with the arcane art that emphasizes empirical and mathematical sciences. There is a breakthrough. Although I have not been out of **** for 30 years, and the news has been blocked, in the study of magic, 30 years is a very short time. I remember that I was in the vicinity of the Styx River to study a certain characteristic of the soul. Stayed for 127 years. "
Lucien hadn't spoken yet, and a fresh and soft male voice rang out at the door: "Oh, although it's hard to believe, but I can say with certainty that the development of arcane and magic in the past three decades has outperformed the ancient magic empire. Million years. "
There is no need to turn your head, a figure appears in the mental force field of Lucien. He is wearing a white slim suit, with pale and sick skin, bright red eyes, and a pair of small silvery white horns on his forehead, which are covered with dense and dense patterns. .
From his unveiled breath, Lucian can clearly determine that he is the current "Duke of Frost" and "Secret Lord" Memphis! (To be continued "This text is provided by the breaking dawn update group @ 为 嗨 而 生". If you like this work, you are welcome to come to (m) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)