My God and the Holy See

Speaking of the Tianzhu Daxue Mountains in the extreme north of Sylvia, the eternal ice coffin.Then I have to mention the conclusions drawn by modern historians after archaeological excavations.

The Eternal Ice Coffin, a place with a seriously unscientific climate, is very likely to seal a god of ice elements in its underground.If an elemental creature breaks through from the lord level and then breaks through, the power it possesses can become a god.For this point of view, it has been agreed by the vast majority of people in the Divine Grace Continent.

In the past, a water elemental lord pointed out that the eternal ice coffin may indeed be the sleeping place of an elemental god according to the memory in the inheritance.

"That's this one?" Yide looked at the person detained in the station detention center, and asked the little fox standing beside him.

In fact, Yide just wanted to confirm it, and rushed towards the extremely thick hair in front of him, and Yide himself believed that this might really be a visitor from the eternal ice coffin.

His thick flaxen-colored long hair hangs freely, and he has a big beard all over his face. Through the thick hair, only a pair of small brown eyes and a red wine groove nose can be seen. With the help of it, it is thickened again.

The bearded man was wearing black iron handcuffs produced by the Guya Alchemy Workshop, and he was yelling dissatisfiedly. Yide, who was gifted by the gods with language talent, immediately turned black when he heard the bearded man's yelling.

Fuck me, what is this guy talking about?It turned out that the language talent bestowed by the gods was sometimes unreliable.This made the confident Pope Yide, who was about to run over to act as the translator, dumbfounded.

"Your Highness, sorry for my incompetence and inability to translate the language of your Excellency. I have some impressions of this language. If I remember correctly, my grandfather should have studied this language, but there is absolutely not much involved. It is too biased The door is open. There was a tribe at the foot of the snowy mountain before that used this language. My grandfather thought that this language was probably just the language passed down by that small tribe.” One of them was holding a cane, as if blown by the wind. The old man in the black academic robe who was able to get down reported to Yide while using his mental power to control and look at the ancient notes in front of him.

This old gentleman is an old professor of linguistics and magic patterns that Ide specially begged from Valedelle. Now he is the deputy dean of a branch of Guya College.His family has sorted out the languages ​​and magic patterns of various parts of the Shenen Continent for generations.The old gentleman in front of him is a language master who is known as a master of three languages ​​and two ancient languages ​​all night, and is also a great master of magic patterns who has mastered four different types of magic patterns.

Yide nodded in understanding and asked the old gentleman to go down and rest.Then he glanced at the little fox, and pointed to the bearded man in front of him, "Little fox, help this friend take off the handcuffs first, these things are useless."

"Ah?" Yide's request made the little fox stunned for a while, but as an excellent former Holy See knight.Obedience to orders in the ancient Asian god religion is the most basic requirement for a church knight.Following Yide's instructions, the little fox asked his men to remove the handcuffs of the visitor from afar.

"Mysterious iron handcuffs, I know about this thing, and I came up with the design idea. This thing can only work on fighters below level [-]. To be honest, I'm very glad that this friend didn't get angry because of this incident." It hurts people. A strong man whose mental fluctuations have reached level seven." Yide glanced at the handcuffs and said that he had come back, and put his eyes on the big spherical man again, showing a friendly smile.

A seventh-level powerhouse was impolitely handcuffed, and it was quite a shame that he didn't fight.A glimmer of joy flashed in Yide's heart.Fortunately, I came early.

But then again.The power of the seventh-level powerhouse in front of him is too weird? ** should have the level of a fourth-level fighter, but the mental power is so strong that it reaches a certain level.

If Yide's spiritual power is pure "quality", then the spiritual power of the person in front of him is rough and terrifying "quantity".The strong spiritual power seemed to be forcefully poured into his body, and finally relied on the terrifying amount to sustain him to become a level seven powerhouse.

Yide easily sensed that the person in front of him wanted to ensure that he would not hurt others.Put a restriction on yourself.In this way, the tyrannical mental power was firmly sealed in the body.

"Level seven?" The little fox was taken aback, and opened his mouth wide in astonishment with everyone present.The great writer is a bit insane now, I heard it right, this sloppy-looking guy is actually a seventh-level powerhouse?

If you are a Level [-] powerhouse, you still take a woolen overlord car, so you can just fly directly to your destination.The little fox looked at the messy rosacea in front of him with a tangled expression.His eyes were full of rejoicing, fortunately he was just following the rules and did not do anything out of the ordinary, otherwise he would have caused a big problem.

Language barrier?Fortunately, I have a skill that I have almost forgotten by myself, which is not considered a skill, reading words.

Compared with spiritual communication, Yide's words are more advanced. What Yide wants to express can be communicated clearly and intuitively in the heart of the other party. Yide himself does not know the specific method of use. Skills are like one's own talents, which can be used naturally.This may be an instinctive skill that is cultivated through communicating with the gods.

Seeing this seventh-level powerhouse in strange clothes and looking straight at him, Yide couldn't help being slightly taken aback.

Whispering, he took out a bag with a strong herbal smell from his arms, and after the corners of his mouth twitched a few times, he closed his eyes and swallowed the herbal medicine in his hand.

For a moment, the strong man with a strange appearance, his cheeks flushed instantly, and the veins on his forehead protruded. A sky blue ancient magic pattern appeared on his forehead, and an inexplicable majesty radiated from him.

Except for Yide's presence, everyone took a few steps back.

"Uh, what are you doing, Your Excellency?" A peaceful voice sounded from the heart of the strong man who swallowed the bitter medicine. The bitter man who was so bitter from the elder's medicine that he wanted to spit out his bile naturally didn't notice the source of the sound, but He thought that the communicative potion produced by the clan elders was indeed a high-quality product, and it took 3 minutes to take effect, but it took less than ten seconds to have the effect.

Wait, just now the bitter one can go to the potion of Wangchuan Road, maybe 3 minutes have passed or maybe I didn't notice it?

"Guligulaha! (I am Aragorn, the envoy of Totem God Marsh, from the back of Daxue Mountain, conveying the oracle of my god.)"

The big man with the rosy nose looked up at the crowd, cleared his throat, and spoke quite quickly.The communicative potion made by the clan elder for unknown reasons is only effective for 15 minutes, so Aragorn must cherish every minute and every second.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, Jiuqu Nai was dumbfounded, he was right, why did the group of people around him still look dazed.Damn it, could it be that that old, dim-eyed guy from the clan elder took the wrong potion?I just knew that those old men couldn't support the wall with mud at critical moments.

This is the oracle of the marsh god. If it cannot be clearly conveyed to the people on the other side of the snow mountain, it will be a big problem.Aragorn scratched his hair suddenly with a headache, selectively ignoring the words he heard just now, only thinking that he was hallucinating from the pain of that cheating pot medicine just now.

"The back of the snow mountain?" Aragorn's auditory hallucination appeared again.But at the next moment, Aragorn suddenly came back to his senses, this is not an auditory hallucination, the voice sounded from the bottom of his heart, isn't this suitable for the great and noble Marsh God!

Fuck, did I attract the attention of the totem gods on the back of Daxue Mountain, and communicate with me?As the envoy of the Marsh God, you must not lose face.

As an envoy of God, Aragorn is naturally very familiar with the method of communication in his heart. He just made up his mind and communicated with the voice in his heart with a reverent expression of listening to the oracle.

"The great and lofty existence behind the Great Snow Mountain, Aragorn, the envoy of the Marsh God, greets you!" (To be continued...)