The wind rises and yellow and rustic fills the world.
Even at a height of thousands of meters, Brian, standing on the flying carpet, could feel a wave of heat rising from the ground.
However, what surprised him was that even though he had reached his destination, the flying carpet still had no intention of landing at all, and continued to fly towards the edge of the west side of the Enoak Desert.
Brian cast doubtful eyes at the female elf beside him, but found that the elf who was responsible for escorting him to Evereska had a solemn and nervous face, staring at the ground with his eyes tightly, and he had no intention of knowing him at all.
Seeing this, Brian simply sat cross-legged on the fly carpet and closed his eyes to rest.
After about an hour or so, the flying carpet finally began to descend to a deserted mountain range. Then the blanket was like a snake, winding along the complex paths on the mountain range.
Just when it was about to hit the most straight barren mountain around it, it was suddenly wrapped in layers of confusing fog.
It was not until this moment that Brian noticed that the female elf who was escorting her was obviously relieved.
The surrounding fog was very thick, which made Brian, who was standing on the flying carpet, feel like he was flying in the clouds. Even if he used the light magic that could dispel the thick fog, his visibility was only about ten meters. A little further away, there was a fog flow rolling like waves.
"This is the magical mist flow generated by the mystery lock barrier." The female elf finally spoke. She seemed to have determined her position in the thick fog and began to control the flying carpet to land at an average speed.
"In other words, we have arrived over the Averiska Valley." Brian looked at the fog that was difficult to penetrate and nodded thoughtfully.
"Yes, we have reached this land." After the female elf said, she asked curiously, "Does Your Excellency Brian also know Evereska?"
"Let's know a little bit." Brian replied.
As for Everiska, although he had never visited the game world in person and did not know the detailed information about it, the books stored in Susal's Crown Hall have a whole specially compiled introduction book for Everiska.
And he happened to have a convenient identity to view this book.
This is also why he chose to find Ilsaiville, the champion, when he learned that the Crazy Ogasla might be hiding in Averiska, and asked him to send someone to lead the way.
Closed and mysterious, this is what scholars in the Crown Palace evaluate Averiska.
The city has been shrouded in endless years by the mysterious and powerful mystery barrier, making it seem like it has completely disappeared from the main material world, and the entrance to this city is impossible to find.
After a while, the flying carpet finally got rid of the magic fog and the scene that appeared in Brian's sight made him suddenly enlightened, as if he had entered a paradise.
Under the warm sunshine, it is a crescent-shaped valley.
As the flying carpet landed, the elves city full of nature and art in the Everesca Valley was like a scroll, spreading in front of Brian's eyes, gradually unveiling its mysterious veil.
As soon as Brian and the female elf had their front feet landed on a green lawn, they saw an elf priest wearing the elf Lord Kerrellon's elf, hurried over with a team of elf warriors, and greeted the elves beside him:
"The gods Sidrien are above you, you finally arrived."
"After the order of Ms. Ilseyvili, the crowned man, came to reinforce Everiska."
The female elf did not give the elf priest any good face. She looked like she was doing business and said to him coldly:
"I have sent the person, it's time for me to say goodbye."
After saying that, she nodded to Brian, then she rode the flying carpet without hesitation and gradually disappeared from everyone's sight.
Looking at the scene in front of him, the elf priest smiled bitterly at Brian, and then said respectfully, "You are Mr. Brian. Ms. Ilseyvili, the crown-wearer of Mis Zorno, has already informed me of your purpose of coming through magic. Here, you are the distinguished guest of all elves. Averiska welcomes you, please."
"Since we already know my identity, let's talk about it."
Brian looked around the valley with a slightly solemn expression and said, "I want to know the specific situation here."
"It is my duty to report to you the state of the valley, and we will talk as we go."
The Elf Pastor made an invitation gesture and walked towards the depths of the valley while telling Brian:
"Evereska's mysterious lock barrier was built on the twelve peaks around the valley. However, two months ago, a huge negative energy aura emerged in the underground passage of one of the mountains. This energy is very strange. Anyone stepping in will be corroded by the mind, and in the end it will die like a mummy who has been drained from water. Especially the caster, the first time he enters the underground passage, he will be retaliated by magic..."
Being backfired by magic?
Could it be Feilin Demonic?
A hint of suspicion appeared in Brian's expression. While thinking about the Elf Priest telling him about Evereska's present, he secretly used detection magic to observe the surrounding environment.
The entire valley is very quiet, and the surrounding mountains are opened by the elves into terraces and vineyards for growing crops. It has a strong ancient elves style architecture, arranged under tall trees and vines, and is lush and green.
The twelve peaks covered by light blue magic halos surround the entire valley. The energy spread from the peaks makes the entire valley filled with a refreshing magic aura.
The only drawback is.
The elf priest took him to not only was not shrouded in magic halo, but also faintly emitted a faint aura of death. Even the flowers, plants and trees around the peak were affected, and they appeared withered.
"Can even casters in the legendary realm be affected by this?"
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Brian asked thoughtfully. While walking, some elves passers-by frequently looked at him, but most of the elves were in a hurry. They only looked curiously for a few glances, and then they were busy with their own affairs.
"That's not." The Elf Pastor replied:
"Master Laurien has entered the underground passage in advance to investigate the reasons. Not long ago, a guard of the Lock returned and reported some information to us. According to Master Laurien's unreliable speculation, let us know that the underground passage under this mountain is very long, and at its end is connected to the remains of a floating city from the Naserel period."
The ruins of the floating city?
Brian was shocked when he heard this.
In the information he obtained from the Crown Hall, the closest ruins to the Averiska Valley were the ancient city of Harendas. Unexpectedly, there were other relics of floating city buried here. This was a news that he had never heard of before, and he couldn't help but look forward to it.
Before he knew it, the Elf Priest had taken him through the Elf City and came to the vicinity of the mountain filled with the aura of negative energy.
When everyone arrived at the quiet mountain near the peak, Brian clearly felt that the warm sunshine disappeared out of thin air, and replaced by a strange cold air.
At first, Brian thought this was a negative energy breath representing death.
But after careful detection of the detection magic he released, he unexpectedly learned that this cold aura was similar to a death-absorbing spell that could devour magic.
"The range of negative energy has become larger again." The elf priest stopped and stared at the gloomy mountain. His light golden eyes were full of worries. "If the gods Sidrien were above, if they allowed this terrible energy to expand unscrupulously, the entire valley would be destroyed."
"This is not negative energy." Brian raised his palm with a light purple halo, felt it quietly for a moment, and expressed his guess, "but it is similar to a devouring magic mixed with chaotic energy."
As a Chaos scholar who has advanced from the psychic sorcerer profession, he is very familiar with Chaos Energy.
This terrible guess made Brian realize that the initiator of the strange situation caused Everiska was probably an elder of Demon Aoi who had reached the level of high-level legend.
Because according to some unreliable rumors, the fundamental reason why the ancient monster Ferin Demon Kui is so weird and difficult to deal with is that they have the energy of chaos.
"So that's it." The elf priest held the holy emblem of Corellon and prayed devoutly for a long time, and looked at Brian with respectful eyes. "I have received the revelation of the gods Sidrien. Your Excellency is right. It is indeed the energy of chaos at work. No wonder the elders of the twelve peaks cannot repair the trauma here."
Hearing this, a hint of surprise appeared in Brian's expression.
The main reason why Everiska was able to hide for countless years without being discovered by outsiders is that he relies on the powerful Mika, and the Mika is supported by the twelve peaks in the valley.
Each mountain here is equivalent to the wizard tower of the wizard. The elves who sit in the mountain are probably at least in the legendary realm.
Such a powerful lineup can't handle Feilin Mokui, no wonder they would bother to ask for help from Mis Zhuono's Elf Expeditionary Force.
While thinking, the elves of the priest who was worried had already taken him to the underground passage under the mountain.
The green branches and lush and thick ancient vines that once blocked the passage here have long rotted and withered under the erosion of strange energy, so that the decayed aura emitted from the underground passage makes people feel as if they have come to an ancient tomb.
"Your Excellency can see through the essence of energy at a glance." The elf priest took out a badge etched with ancient elves runes, and handed it to Brian respectfully and said:
"I believe that with the assistance of Mr. Brian, after entering the passage, it will definitely help Master Laurien to eliminate the source of evil. This badge has the blessings of the gods Sidrien. Once it approaches Master Laurien or guards in the underground passage, it will actively emit light and condense into a ball of light to guide you to meet with them. Please be sure to save it."
Brian nodded slightly and took the badge handed over by the elf priest.
After checking the attributes, I found that there were indeed several permanent gain magic techniques inside, but with his current strength, these magic techniques seemed a bit insignificant.
The only purpose is to find helpers faster in underground passages.
Then, he no longer delayed his time, and walked in without hesitation under the eyes of many elves with anticipation and gratitude.
In the dark underground passage, he could not see his five fingers, but for a powerful arcane like Brian, it was impossible to defeat him.
As for the so-called magic backlash, it seems that because he was a Chaos Scholar, it not only had no effect on him, but instead made him more skillful in controlling the Chaos energy.
From this we can see that the mysterious lock here was really eroded by Felin Demon Kui using chaotic energy and devouring magic, otherwise the chaotic energy in the air would not be so active.
He soon found the traces of the labyrinth-like underground passage through several simple prophetic detection spells.
However, he did not catch up with these people at the first time, but instead moved forward in the opposite direction from another.
Because he made an unexpected discovery through the detection just now.
Brian walked along the narrow and cold underground passage and continued to go deeper. For about two hours, he finally came from this winding underground passage to a spacious corridor with columns on both sides.
The corridor was quiet, only the sound of Brian's footsteps echoed slightly, which could be seen from the exquisite carvings on the pillars that this was obviously left by the elf.
The only thing that puzzles Brian is who built this long passage, is it Evereska's elves, or someone else.
Just as he was about to speed up his pace through the corridor, he suddenly accompanied by sharp screams and several pale shadows passed through the corridor pillars in vain, blocking Brian's way.
The dark eyes on the faces of these ghosts burned endless anger, stretched out their white claws and rushed towards Brian.
Brian's thought moved, and a hot light shone by, and at least dozens of pale ghosts all let out shrill wails, turning into smoke and dissipating in the air.
"These dead souls cannot appear here for no reason." Brian stared at the place where the ghost was disintegrating and said to himself, "You can definitely find new discoveries ahead."
With inner doubts, he carefully walked through the corridor and came to an area with strong cells on both sides.
What he regretted was that there was no living thing in the rotten prison cell, and all the corpses of various races were left behind.
Obviously, the ghosts just now were all born from their resentment during their lifetime.
In order to find clues, Brian carefully and cautiously inspected every cell.
Finally, a thin sheet of metal was found in a cell where the half-length corpse was kept.
Brian used his spell to dispel thin dust, and rows of tiny words were clearly presented on it:
Outside adventurer, do you wish to know my life—from the day you were killed, until the pure shadow of your past self?
Why are adventurers so enthusiastic about putting their toes into crab's nest?
Well, my life is what it looks like now.
I really hope I can not say that. This originated in a bleak and dark years. I often think that when the madman Ogasla named that year, she must have foresawed what happened to me.
At that time, I was just a young sorcerer from the Lestal Forest. Since Karthas's foolishness, I have been working hard to hone my magic skills.
For a book that records evil magic, my friends and I broke into the ruins of a floating city in Naserel, but unfortunately, we happened to meet the shadow of a dead Naserel Arcanist.
The creature killed me without any effort.
And in just one breath, I became one of the undead creatures - the monster that defeated me at this time had killed all my companions.
The arcane was not the only shadow here, and I was not the only degeneration - in fact, he had a real legion of the undead.
His ultimate destruction gives us the freedom to find our past and many of us, including myself, do so.
At first, many of our companions were destroyed, but then we encountered an existence called the Invisible Guardian.
His name is Paralandask, and he is not much different from us. After being cursed by the magic of Neseril, he is also seeking a way to save him.
Even though his body has gradually transformed into a virtual body, he has developed a spell that can maintain his spiritual strength.
He has always been generous in helping those of us who can be found by him with magic.
With his help, some of us succeeded in walking out of the ruins of Neseril and then tried to get rest to the remaining undead creatures.
Many companions were destroyed, some disappeared in battles with other undead people, others died at the hands of noble elves priests, because they could not tolerate our undead existence.
Faced with such heavy losses, coupled with our own rejection of evil, we are gradually regarded as weak, or, as the word expresses: dim and powerless.
Although as an adventurous halfling, I have traveled to the Enoak Desert or beyond, I have never been able to return to the Lestar Forest.
Chapter completed!