155. Chapter 144 Extra: The Prayer of Thousand Years

Author: The former Keda Duck

Chapter 144 Extra: The Prayer of Thousand Years

"Master Rickman, Master Rickman!"

The attendant's shout awakened the great master from the deep dream brought by the spell. Alan Rickman opened his eyes, looked at the attendant in front of him, and then looked down at his still strong hands, feeling a trance.

"As soon as the spell the king commands you have ended, go and find him immediately."

The attendant's words came, and Alan Rickman noticed that the several magic weapons in the tent that were placed around him had turned into ashes-the time of the legendary magic was over.

"I get it." Rickman agreed, then grabbed the robe and staff beside him, and walked out of the tent he had cast had just cast.

The outside of the tent was pitch black, and it seemed that the whole world had fallen into darkness, as if everything around it was still.

Of course, the great wizard knew that this was just an illusion - there were neatly set up tents around him, a large number of weapons, auxiliary equipment, and countless warriors. These warriors were strictly abide by the wartime light control, wearing thick clothes and armor, patrolling back and forth in the camp.

"When is it now?" asked the great wizard.

"It's three minutes since the sunrise, Master Rickman." The attendant replied respectfully.

At this time, the great master realized again that the sun had been blocked.

At this time, the mage's eyes had adapted to the darkness again. He saw the air filled with black mist, the dark clouds spreading like a black carpet in the sky, and the warriors who seemed a little tired and afraid in the darkness.

To see all this, you have to worship a ray of light revealed from the very distant sky. Through spells, the mage can see another extreme scene at the other end of the horizon. Everything seems to be shrouded in a light shining on the earth. The light shines dazzlingly from all directions, leaving the creatures standing under the light without even a shadow, forming a sharp and extreme contrast with the darkness they are in.

The junction of the extremely dark and extremely bright, the Hengduan Mountains that wind like a dragon on the earth and the vast plains are their destination.

Although the temperature in spring morning was not particularly low, Alan Rickman still wrapped his robe tighter. He followed the servants, swept across the pile of spears stuck on the ground like a forest, and passed by the nervous patrol soldiers. After returning the salute to the soldiers who saluted him several times, he finally arrived at the destination - the Central Army tent, which is also the king's tent.

The moment he entered the tent, the light in the tent burst out, and the soldiers standing outside guards stared at the fleeting light longingly, until it was long after the heavy curtain of the tent was put down again, and they turned their heads back and warned the enemy in the darkness.

In the tent, the beast oil lamp radiated pitiful heat and faint light to the surroundings. Under the illumination of the oil lamp, the great wizard barely saw the scene in the tent:

There were five creatures sitting on the ground in a circular shape. Among them, the human race, who was sitting straight like a statue, was the commander he was loyal to, the city lord of Guixu City, and now the commander of the coalition, Elandi Inlahir; sitting on his left hand, the warhammer was in his hands, and the heavy armor was the commander of the dwarf Grimneil-Lava; kneeling on Inlahir's right hand, the short wand placed horizontally on his knees was the king chosen by the remaining elves - Ossuan-Star Dew.

Facing Inlahir, one was the chieftain of the orc, Moglim HongQ, and the other was the representative of the dragon clan, Dor Anros.

Through studying history, Alan learned that many years ago, this conference should have many names, such as the Sage Conference or the All Saints' Martial Arts. There should be many people participating in this conference, and this tent should not be able to sit at all... Representatives of goblins, sea tribes, ogres, wing tribes, and other races should gather together.

According to the book, this meeting should have been opened in the magnificent dome of the world, with soft non-artificial light shining into the hall, and a demon servant holding an incense burner was inflating incense at the edge of the hall...

…. Instead of just five races attending the meeting, in a small tent, under the illumination of the beast oil lamp that was so weak that it seemed to be extinguished at any time….

The flame was so erratic that it seemed to be extinguished at any time... just like the current fate of this world.

"Sorry," after gritting his teeth and pressing back the infinite sadness, Alan bowed to the five commanders in the tent, "I just finished casting and was still a little dazed..."

"What else can I hide at this point?" A trace of helplessness flashed in the eyes of the orc chief Moglim. "The end of the world has arrived. Even if I am afraid, no one will blame you or something."

Alan saw the orcs who had been afraid of nothing but hunger so much so sad, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart--The Lord of Black Mist, who had occupied half of the world, brought fear beyond famine to the orcs, which made these orcs who were not afraid of the world feel desperate for the first time.

"The world will not end. It is us who will end. The world will continue to exist after many years of our disappearance..." The Dwarf King let out a sigh that was inconsistent with his mighty appearance. His face was so light that it made people think that he was a monk.

As the one with the deepest obsession among all races in the world, has the oppressed dwarf given up his obsession...

Thinking of this, Alan looked at the withered elf again, with a broken body covered in a body, and there was no dragon clan at all. A feeling of sadness couldn't help but surged from the bottom of her heart.

But just before this sadness turned into tears, Alan saw Inlahir's eyes - those eyes were clear and sharp, and more importantly, they were emitting a kind of sorrow of life, and the determination to go to death was now.

Seeing the owner of these eyes nodding to him, Alan Rickman suddenly felt that the sadness in his heart turned into a warm current in an instant, and the condensation of tears was suddenly interrupted.

"Alan Rickman comes here to report, and all preparations are completed." The great master bowed firmly and proudly to the five people in front of him.

As soon as this sentence came out, the atmosphere in the tent suddenly changed.

At that moment, the muscles around Moglim seemed to have expanded in an instant, and fierce light shone out from his eyes in his heart; the dwarf king subconsciously grabbed his chest, the now empty position, which should have been the place where the symbol of dwarf paranoia [Book of Revenge] was placed; the withered elf Osun raised his head, and at that moment, the light in his eyes flowed, as if he was bathed in the moonlight again; and the eyes of hope flashed in the eyes of the dragon that turned into a human form.

"Everything that can be done has been done," said the great wizard slowly but firmly, "Then we will bravely march towards the battlefield where the Black and White Gemini Gods are about to collide."

When Alan heard this, the momentum of the kings present had just bulged, and there was a tendency to shrink back. But at this moment, somewhere in the army stationed in a farm, a rooster who was not taken away by his master during the hasty evacuation was opened and a sharp cry was heard.

In the dark morning, on the land of spring covered by death, the rooster loudly welcomes the unseen vitality.

In response to this tweet, Inlahir held his head up and spoke vigorously:

"The ancestors of all of us have played with the kindness of Goddess N, and they either took advantage of her power or robbed her. All of us can't escape the fact that the goddess was split into two demons, black and white. Our ancestors feasted at the banquet made by the goddess' corpse, but we descendants paid the bill."

"This does sound unfair, but if we keep muttering [unfair] and complaining about ourselves and not rising up to resist, we will never be able to pay off our debts and never move forward."

"The power of the black and white demon god has covered the entire world. No matter which side wins in the end, it will be our tragic failure; if the black demon god wins, the world will fall into absolute chaos, everything will rot in the abyss of endless desire, and eventually return to nothingness; if the white demon god wins, all the intense and colorful emotions will completely disappear, and all of us will turn into emotionless inorganic matter, and finally return to nothingness..."

"Why isn't the real goddess giving us the remaining last kindness to the world and the last hope left to the world to us? Isn't it for this moment?"

Inlahir's passionate words came to an end for the time being. The other four kings looked at each other, and soon, the Dragon King Dorsan Ross spoke:

"But the world has all belonged to the Black and White Demon Gods. Their respective demon army is the sum of all military forces in the world except us. We only have 36,000 soldiers..."

"In the battlefield of the decisive battle between black and white, all the warriors in the world will appear there," the chief of the Orc looked into the distance, as if he was going to see the doomsday battlefield where the darkness and white light bordered the darkness. "Thirty-six thousand people, compared with the continuous injecting combat power throughout the world, we... are too small."

"And almost all the warriors have some goddess power under the control of the black and white demon gods," Dor'an Ross said bitterly, "The dragon clan is like this. Just look at the dragon clan, they are all thousands of immortal dragon clan warriors with the power of the goddess, and the 36,000 mixed troops of races. How to fight? Even if I am the Dragon King, I will be drowned in the dragon group, let alone, I am just the Dragon King's attendant..."

"The kindness and hope that the real goddess leaves us is not just will and words," Inlashire interrupted Dorso's dejected words, "What the goddess leaves us is more powerful."

"What power is there to say," Moglim said with fear in his eyes, "between the aristocratic acts, the power of the goddess has long been divided up by the black and white demon gods. Even if the goddess's skeleton is left with power, it should be the insignificant power that the demon gods don't want to divide up..."

"No, the goddess has the last trump card left..." Inlahir shook his head, his eyes full of hope.

As he told the story, the light of hope in the eyes of the other four leaders lit up little by little.

"If this is true, maybe we can really arrive at the Origin Engine before the Black and White Demon God. In that case, the Supreme Dragon will have hope!" Dorsol said excitedly.

"The blood of the stars, and the magic weapon Alexander who needs the blood of the stars to drive... Omega... I always thought that it was an exaggeration of the ancestors... Oh my God..." Osuan Xinglu trembled all over, biting his own nails and muttering wildly.

"That legendary red battle axe........ The ancestors are on it, so it turns out that it is not a legend..."

"Those legendary steel giants and tribe members can avenge their revenge!"

"So, we still have the power to fight," Inlahir said loudly, "the goddess's bequest will come soon. After the goddess' bequest arrives, we will march to the battlefield of the Eternal Battle!!! Now, let's discuss it carefully..."

Not long after, when the meeting ended, when only Inlashire and Alan Rickman were left in the tent, the resolute and courage on Inlashire's face disappeared instantly, replaced by a kind of fatigue. His straight body, which had been straight and straight, suddenly shook and bent a little.

At the same time, his face began to change, becoming exactly the same as when Huang Lang was young, with black hair and dark eyes.

"You're exhausted," Alan Rickman's voice sounded in Inlashire's ears, but at this moment, the aging in the voice had disappeared, replaced by a clear spring softness, "Do you want to have a good rest?"

"It's useless to rest, it's so tired," the black-haired young man sighed helplessly, "Who could have thought that all this would be like this? All this would be so difficult? Forget it, let's not talk about me anymore. How are you? Have you seen it?"

"Of course I saw it."

"how?"

"It's very handsome, but I'm a little bit immature, but that's normal, isn't it?"

"Don't talk poorly to me at this time. Time is tight and the decisive battle is imminent, so hurry up and say, what's going on?"

"Why are you so annoyed?"

"The final battle is imminent, but the heroes who have been sung for thousands of years are still like this. How can you not make me irritate? You said, is the world in a thousand years really like that? Has our prayers been passed down to a thousand years later?"

"It's been conveyed, I'm pretty sure."

"If you say that, okay, then, go and prepare for our... The End Battle."

"It is also a battle of hope for the future."

The soft voice became wild and firm, and Inlahir looked up and saw a pair of wild and vibrant eyes like a tiger.

With a click, the book in Huang Lang's hand fell from his hand, and the heavy book hit his feet, making him scream.

Seeing this scene in front of her, the female warrior who was about to borrow a book from Alwina couldn't help but burst into laughter. With the laughter, the black braids on her chest trembled one after another. She bent down and easily picked up the large book [Millennium Dynasty], and looked at the cover...

"Hey? This is the one I want to borrow. Have you finished reading it?"

The female warrior looked at Huang Lang, blinking his big eyes, as wild as a big cat, and full of vitality.

Ah, this chapter is very important

There are so many clues that explode

Watch slowly

If you don't want to dig deeper, you can wait for me to slowly untie it later

But you can't ignore it. If you don't look at it, you will find it inexplicable if you don't look at it!
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