Beginning with the lizard men and traveling through the Middle Ages

Chapter 385 Hitting the road
When a package of gold plates was delivered to the edge of Lynch's perception by a stumbling skeleton, even the lizard man had no reason to go south, although he didn't need a reason.

Maybe he should go back to Mirkavala, call his companions and head south slowly, continue to unlock the puzzle of the ancient saints, and at the same time shovel the wonders that the vampires illegally built on the guide stones along the way.

The trouble is, without the suspension engine, this journey will be cumbersome, just cumbersome. There is no longer a threat to them, not even before the end, and all the enemies have been defeated.

The lizard man took away the stone slab, turned around silently, and said goodbye to the human emperor who left in a hurry.

When the magic wind is low, even walking becomes difficult for Lynch.

Reality rejects him all the time, and the material world reminds Lynch with a resolute counterattack that he must leave unless he is willing to break the boundaries between Isil and the mortal world.

If he really breaks the boundary, the demons will thank him. The Blood God will probably give Lynch a sword to show his joy. By then, the mortal world will be part of the Chaos Demon Realm. If Lynch can break it from the inside Words of boundaries.

Of course he would leave, but not now.

It took him seven full days to get back to Mirkavala.

After returning to Mirkavala, Lynch witnessed the resumption of trade between the North dwarves and the Kislevites, and the two kingdoms, which had also suffered a lot, had a partner to hold together for warmth.

Before the temple guards were about to leave and take the stone slab back to Lustria, Lynch inspected the stone slab first.

Only vague patterns were recorded there, along with ancient symbols to supplement the pictures.

If it were all translated into pictures, it would just outline the lizard man's trajectory along the way.

The symbols contained some prophecies about darkness, and even Lynch could only see a vague ominousness in the obscurity.

From time to time, there is a crow logo that is not commonly used by cold-blooded species in the pictures and texts, and the vague words are hidden in the secret.

It seems to be discouraging something.

Perhaps the ancient saint had foreseen everything and hid the reminder in the stone slab, but this kind of prophecy meant little to Lynch. No matter how bad or bad it was, he still had to keep going.

Reality inhibited the lizard man's thinking, suppressed his ability, and even his sense of existence.

Possibly for this reason, some people who should have seen him coming did not notice the Saurus Man.

When four travelers of different races left the city, only three were discussed by humans.

Occasionally, spellcasters would focus on Lynch, and a few civilians who had nothing in common seemed to still be able to see the lizard man.

The human Boyer bought a carriage for the mage, Eugen got a beautiful coat made of velvet and sable fur, and the dwarf only got a box of wine.

When bidding farewell to his kin in the north, Sorian seemed to be satisfied with such a gift, since humans could not come up with anything better.

Even with the support and trade of dwarves, the kingdom after the rat tide may not be able to recover within a hundred years.

I'm afraid many hungry people will die this early spring.

Everyone in Mirkavalane is discussing the alien rescue, and of course they will not let go of the group of people who left this morning.

It's just that the drinkers' opinions about the number of people were not unanimous. Some said there were only three people: elves, dwarves, and humans. Some said they saw a glowing figure, and others saw more. They thought there was a person watching. Colorful blurry figures with unclear appearance. No one can convince anyone, and every stubborn person thinks the other is joking.

The night comes as usual, no one is late because of who leaves, and the world goes on as usual.

It was just that at dawn the next day, people found that some people had suddenly died in the city. Maybe it was the excitement caused by the previous disaster, or maybe it was other reasons. No one cared. In this winter, human life was cheaper than snowflakes.

It is said that the doctors and witches who examined the corpses found that their corpses had strange postures, and no part of their bodies were coordinated.

The skin of the deceased is constantly flowing, and even the flesh is not necessarily human skin.

This rumor was quickly suppressed. Boyer issued a wanted notice about the wizard. Some dwarves who had seen the corpse thought that humans were making a fuss and that the wanted warrant was some kind of nonsense.

As we all know, the ancient races always have far more knowledge than the younger races. They know some existences that humans have never understood or believed in. Maybe the Norscans also recognize those corpses. They need this in their blood sacrifices to certain evil gods. pedestal.

Compared with the sacrifices of the Norscans, the dead people of Mirkavala did not have the mark of Chaos on their bodies. It was more like they had accidentally glimpsed the grotesque unlucky people reaping the consequences.

When the tavern opened again, some of the heartbroken people who came to buy drunkenness could not find their companions to talk back to. Those drunkards who thought there were five people out of town yesterday were all dead.

Three consecutive days of heavy snow have buried the dirty traces left by the rat-men, and the white snow has spread on the endless grassland. This is a good thing. No one likes to see the pitted and oily mud.

Lynch enjoyed the feedback from his mortal senses. Time was running out, and every moment now was worth remembering.

When passing through the place where the wind of magic surged, the sudden increase in perception destroyed the lizard man's rare entertainment. He saw the essence through the phenomenon. As long as he opened his eyes, he could see the filth under the white snow.

This is a very unappetizing thing. If the remnants of Ashoranka are found, Lynch must do some tricks on it to let Slan interpret the meaning that the useless rat demons need to be defeated immediately.

As for now, Lynch is powerless and limited as never before.

Maybe a big demon would come and kill him at this time. Of course, in this barren environment of magic wind, the big demon wouldn't have an easy time. There is a high probability that the demon will die, completely and completely.

The star engine constantly surging in his chest gave Lynch the confidence to fight reality. Demons do not have an energy engine for their activities in the mortal world.

If Isil's energy is strong and the demon comes in a relatively prosperous state, Lynch will also return to a relatively prosperous state. He will not mind sending future inmates back to prison, no matter how many demons that are not strong enough come.

It is rare for a mage to be able to detect the rhythm of the magical wind, but Lynch could barely sense some situations.

The tide of chaos is falling, and the tide of darkness that once climbed to its peak will sink to its trough.

The star gates at the two poles are still continuously inputting energy into the mortal world, but more magical winds are being sent back to the star gates than before.

Lin Qi noticed the busy wills. There was no doubt that they were demon toads.

Combing and pushing the winds of magic back to the poles is what they've been doing, and now that they're under less pressure, maybe they actually have a chance to build another defensive network.

Lin Qi hoped that it would be after he recovered the relics of the ancient saint. He did not want to hide in the temple like an elf god. If he was really locked into the mortal world, he could only hope that his former comrades would often come to make offerings to him. .

(End of this chapter)