The Age of Machines

Chapter 1370 Hope
Mountain spirits have always been a neutral race in the prosperous age.

They will neither participate in the struggles of various ethnic groups, nor initiate wars on their own initiative.If it was before, he would never take the initiative to show favor to humans.

Rashomon did not understand the language of the mountain spirits.

There are hundreds of races in the Prosperous Age. Before the mission is triggered, players will not deliberately learn the language of the race. It is laborious and time-consuming, and the later in the game, the more difficult it is to learn the race language.

And as far as the small race of mountain spirits is concerned, they rarely release high-level quests, and most of the quests triggered are only suitable for novice players, and the highest level is only 120.As for rewards, you must know that mountain spirits are also very selfish in a certain sense. They are good at finding gold mine jewelry, but they will not easily issue tasks to players with rare ore or rich gold coins as rewards.

Herbs, low-level equipment, and low-level skill fragments... Perhaps the only valuable reward is the entrance ticket to the ruins, but the chances of this kind of quest appearing are not high.

That's the case. When asked about the player's impression of the mountain spirit, it is mostly: "Although they are one of the few races that have goodwill towards humans, they will not take the initiative to help humans."

"The rewards are not very practical."

"Friendly but stingy, there are no tasks worthy of players to follow up."

The elves did not like fighting, so they went to the mountains near Apelas to escape the war.

Rashomon rarely touched the missions of the mountain spirits, and he didn't understand the language of the mountain spirits at all.

That's how he opened his mouth to explain to the pocket watch rabbit, implying that he hoped that she would go to the patriarch's place with him.

But the pocket watch rabbit said: "The patriarch can speak the mainland language, so don't worry too much."

Rashomon seemed to be thinking with lowered eyes, but his head was blank now. Two seconds later, he raised his eyes to look at the calm pocket watch rabbit, and he forced himself to pull the corners of his mouth to reveal a warm smile, "Then I have nothing to worry about. .”

The pocket watch rabbit pointed him to the patriarch's house, so he went and followed the crowd to clean the area.

Before entering the house, Rashomon couldn't help turning his head and fixed his eyes on the rabbit again, finally only seeing her busy back.

Complicated emotions surged up, and he couldn't tell what it was like.

The head of the elves is an old man.

Wearing a dark blue cotton and linen vest with a belt around the waist, the lower body is worn-looking knickerbockers, standing on the ground with bare feet, seeing Rashomon walk in, lowered his small head, and his pale beard fell on the ground. The chest swayed slightly.

He didn't look as strong as the other mountain spirit warriors in the room, with a thin body, a haggard face, and a pair of bright pupils filled with a touch of sadness.

They just went through a fight, and many people died in the hands of monsters, leaving no bones left.

"Brave, thank you for your help."

The mountain spirit patriarch raised his arms and crossed them in front of his chest. Other mountain spirit warriors followed his movements and bowed their heads in salute.

This is probably a relatively high etiquette.

Rashomon didn't want to waste time on the mountain spirit right now.

During this period, he can no longer accept missions. This time he came here just to communicate with NPCs, and plans to send more human troops here, hoping that the mountain spirits can trust them.

Rashomon might be able to communicate well on weekdays, but today he felt irritable for some reason, and there was no unnecessary pleasantries when he spoke.

"The monsters have already set their sights on you, and they will only die in this war." He looked at the patriarch, "What do you call it?"

The patriarch slowly raised his head, his light green pupils looked at Rashomon with kindness and gratitude, "Brave man, you can call me Carter."

"Chief Carter, I need to arrange for the human army to start patrolling and guarding around the village. I hope you can cooperate."

The tough tone drew some dissatisfaction.

The mountain spirit warriors on both sides talked with their ears, using the language of mountain spirits that he could not understand.These people can show dissatisfaction, and they must understand what he said.Now that it was replaced by Shan Jingyu, Rashomon could probably guess what they were talking about, and sighed secretly.

It was also at this time that Patriarch Carter reprimanded a few words in the elf language, and they stopped communicating.

In this brightly lit room, Rashomon absorbed the complex expressions on their faces one by one, and was speechless for a moment.

Carter looked at him and bowed again, his tone sounded very sincere, "We are a weak race, and we know that we don't have great power. Braves, I am very grateful for the help of the Karans Empire. We are willing to send all the warriors in the race to be driven by the Empire , do your best.”

Rashomon had no intention of embarrassing them from the beginning to the end, and only said: "I'm sorry, the empire has no intention of driving you."

He just hopes that the mountain spirit is not the second elf family, and Apelas also needs the power of the mountain spirit.

The dark area is shrinking, which is a good sign.

Rashomon doesn't force it, but he doesn't want players to be embarrassed by NPCs here, and he doesn't need the attachment of mountain spirits, as long as these NPCs cooperate with players to repel the monsters.

The reason why he had such an idea was not that he thought the mountain spirit was too weak, or that the player was strong enough.It's just that the progress of the dark age has been pushed to the present, and they have given up hope on the NPC.

About to leave.

Carter called him when he turned around, and said anxiously, "Wait a minute, brave man."

Rashomon stopped and looked at him quietly, doubts gradually appeared in his eyes.

Carter was leaning on crutches. He seemed to be lost in memory, but he pulled his thoughts back in a few seconds, with worry on his brows.He looked at Rashomon with a slightly more hesitant expression.

"We used to live in the Laer Mountains, and we also went to the small town of Krenlov. I think, in order to drive away the darkness, this matter should be told to the brave."

Lal Mountains?

The small town of Kronlove?

Rashomon was stunned for a moment, he actually felt that the names of these two places sounded extremely familiar, but he couldn't remember where he got them from, he only felt that someone in the guild had been repeating them all the time.

Recently, the game has been occupied by the Dark Chronicle, and he has no time to distract himself from other things. Such a familiar word was suddenly mentioned by someone else, even his mind was blank for a long time.

Tried hard to remember, but nothing came to mind.

Carter didn't wait for him to ask, but said to himself:
It was once a pure land, also known as the "holy land".

There grows Gulili, which can heal everything and purify darkness.

That is the treasure left by the gods for this world, and it is the passage connecting the three worlds.

Unexpectedly, in the end, it was buried under the dirty evil thoughts of countless races, and buried forever in the Laer Mountains.

"Our family used to serve the gods of Krenlov. Due to the war, we were displaced and finally settled in the remote area of ​​Karans to escape the war."

"Now that the darkness is falling, the major races are helpless... Injured, dead... Hey~ the cause planted that day has now become the fruit of the entire continent. Even we can't protect ourselves!"

With these long sighs and short sighs, the patriarch's face was already covered with vicissitudes.

When it came to the final emotional extreme, the crutch in his hand fell heavily, unable to hide his grief and indignation.

Sadness also appeared on the faces of the other soldiers in the room, and Rashomon was inevitably infected, and asked in a hoarse voice, "What does Patriarch Carter want to say? Since it no longer exists, how can we drive out the darkness?"

Carter closed his eyes and quickly calmed down the excitement.

When he spoke again, his tone had returned to the original.

"If the heart is not destroyed, Kronlov will be able to perform miracles again."

"Heart of what?"

"The heart of Gu Lili."

"The patriarch knows where this thing is?"

Carter was silent.

After a while, he spoke slowly.

"When Kronlov was looted, each race took a heart. I don't know where the old king of Karans hid the heart. The orcs and elves are gone, so they don't have to think about it."

"That was a long time ago..." He sighed again, "We once thought about revitalizing Krenlov, but as deserters, we are no longer qualified."

Having said that, the other mountain spirits also bowed their heads in shame.

"The Hai clan enshrined in the Hundred Thousand Miles Ruins, and Rengel put his heart in the priest's hall, and the whereabouts of Granlin's heart is unknown due to the war... As for the San Fran Empire, eh~ the heart has already dried up."

Rashomon immediately understood.

"What does the patriarch mean? At present, you only need to obtain the heart from the only remaining kingdom?"

Carter frowned, not knowing how to speak for a moment.

"Kronlov has disappeared..."

There was a soft voice from the door, and Rashomon's body subconsciously froze. Out of the corner of his eye, the rabbit with a pocket watch opened the door curtain, bent over and walked in with the hem of his skirt.

"Grandpa Carter, let me tell you about this."

Carter nodded, acquiescing to her words and deeds.

The pocket watch rabbit stopped beside Rashomon, his expression became a bit complicated, he looked sideways at the man's side face, and said softly: "Speaking of which, this task is not my task, I just heard Nuomi mention it. .So, maybe we don’t know too much about it.”

Rashomon took two steps back uncomfortably, coughed a few times to cover up his inner panic, glanced at her face from the corner of his eye, and his voice was extremely gentle.

"Rabbit, tell me."

"Kronlove is a moving town with no fixed coordinates. Before the darkness came, there were still traces to be found. Now it has completely disappeared and there are no clues. The Laer Mountains are also missing, so it is difficult to find It's more difficult. But since Grandpa Carter opened his mouth, he must have a way to find it."

Carter smoothed his beard and nodded appreciatively.

"We have a nautical chart here that records the location of the Laer Mountain Range. As long as you find the Mountain Range, the messenger of God will tell you how to find Krenlov. As long as you take your heart back, the Holy Light will purify everything."

He said, looking at the mountain spirit with a strong body beside him.

The mountain spirit took out an old and yellowed magic scroll from his bosom, and stuffed it forcefully to Rashomon. Finally, he put his palm on his shoulder and continued to exert force.

He lowered his head, his pleading tone mixed with a hint of crying.

"Please, please find Krenlov."

This is them, no...the last hope of the entire Prosperity Continent.

Maybe the game is too real, or maybe they have already integrated into the game.

Rashomon clenched the magic scroll in his hand.

This was supposed to be an extremely weak race in the Prosperous Age. Players mostly commented on them as selfish, timid, and incompetent.

No, the life-saving rope that keeps everyone alive is in the hands of the mountain spirit.

They can surrender to the darkness and gain peace, but in the end they choose the light and are loyal to the justice in their hearts.

Rashomon had to change his mind about them, so he made a promise.

"We will do our best to complete this task."

There is nothing left to say.

The two walked out of the camp silently under the expectant eyes of the elves.

He followed the rabbit on the pocket watch unhurriedly, rubbing the scroll with his fingers, "Rabbit, I don't understand the language of the elves."

"There is no shortage of talents in the Machinery Guild."

Rashomon tilted his head, feeling rather irritable.

At the fork, the pocket watch rabbit stopped, looked at the dark forest in front of him, pointed to the left and whispered: "Go down here, you can find the way, right?"

He couldn't see her expression clearly.

"The guild has no manpower to spare for me now, and I need someone I can trust. After all, this task is very important, so help me?"

The pocket watch rabbit turned around silently, remembering the news he had heard recently.For the sake of the temple seal, Rashomon hardly had a good rest, cleaning up countless monsters every day.

He must be tired too.

"it is good."

Rashomon thought he had misheard, "Rabbit?"

The girl in front of her looked at him with extreme gentleness in her eyebrows and eyes, and that beautiful face was hard to move away under the moonlight.

"I'll help you."

(End of this chapter)