Orc Tyrant

"Ryan?"

no respond.

He sat back in the chair and began to read the next set of images.

These are archaeological discoveries with annotations, which record unearthed artifacts from all over the world, and the annotations next to them are in the style of standard archaeologists.

Two of the artifacts came from an excavation site in the Republic of New California.

Rennes leaned back in his chair, maybe this was just their research on the results of other people's archaeology?

He tried to find the date of the excavation.

Nothing at all.

These cultural relics are small statues and amulets, including stone carvings, pottery and metal.

But there are no obvious rules for their arrangement, but they collectively represent countless long-lost nations and cultures in human history. Some of them have thousands of years of history, while others have tens of thousands of years.

Others are too old or obscure, and their origins cannot be verified at all.

Many cultural relics do not have similar ages or regions, do not have similar ritual and religious significance, and do not reflect common symbols and characters.

There is absolutely nothing in it--

Peggedo noticed an associated element.

He had already learned to pay attention to these details, and his memory was almost unforgettable. As he quickly switched between many memory fragments, he finally saw the point.

symbol.

Symbolized symbols, there are many, many kinds of eye patterns, including black dots to represent the eyes, dot diagrams and lists, and exorcism runes.

"The only one who knows everything..."

Peguedor muttered to himself softly, thinking like the sea washed over the rocks.

Every civilization in history has recorded and thought about the meaning of eye patterns in their traditional rituals and works of art, but the clues they found are too far-fetched.

These things have only one weak in common with each other, that is, they are all derived from human handwriting.

If you have to dig out some kind of conspiracy in history, some kind of profound inheritance that enlightens mankind, some kind of mysterious continuity, it is by no means easy.

Because it's like trying to interpret the meaning from the shadow of the stone wall, or it doesn't have any meaning at all.

For most people, they are just shadows, just--

Peguedo blinked suddenly, and there was a tingling on his skin.

At first he thought that the dry air in the library and the sultry heat of the dust-proof robe, and the image of the sea of ​​consciousness stayed on a snake-eye emblem or an ancient annotation.

It was a slightly damaged amulet, belonging to the traditional eye and teardrop shape.

This style shows that its history goes back between ten thousand and fifteen thousand years, and it looks like it is made of agate, gold, lapis lazuli and polychrome.

"This emblem perfectly interprets the double meaning of the eye pattern or symbol..."

The memory in Peggedo's mind is very long, and examining the knowledge in his brain is sometimes like looking for stones on the beach.

"...In the culture of the country of yellow sand, the serpentine eyes seem to have both protective and guarding functions, as well as a medium for transmitting anger and malice. It also represents good and evil, light and dark, positive and negative, Perhaps it can be said that it just represents duality-a person or thing can show one side of itself to the world, and then show the opposite side, but this kind of interpretation of'betrayal' or'fidelity' can Transformed by another concept, the eyes are both active and passive, both defensive and aggressive... its camp is based entirely on who or what is currently using it."

This is a very simple conclusion, so why on earth Wren wrote these symbols, Peggedo couldn't help but wonder-

He was even more curious, why he couldn't help staring at the eye pattern in his head.

On the other hand, it also cast a gaze, as if to challenge his disdain for the views in his memory, as if to see if he could look away.

It glared at him without blinking.

The still black pupils are embedded in the yellow eyes, as clear as the sky.

There were tears in Peggedo's sore eyes, and he found that he couldn't blink either. Unable to tear his eyes away.

He twisted his head hard, tried to resist the invisible force that pinned his eyelids, but in the end he just made his eyeballs itchy more and more, and tears couldn't help but flow.

Peguedo's hands tightly grasped the edge of the desk, he tried to stand up, tried to push himself away, and forcibly interrupted his vision, as if the image had become a cable, which he accidentally touched. Can't let go anymore.

It's like being stuck in a bad dream, it's hard to get out anyway.

That eye is no longer yellow.

It turned into red eyes with black pupils.

"Oops!"

The next second, the back of his head banged to the ground.

Pain suddenly got into Pegudor's head, but he successfully overturned the chair, fell to the ground on his back, his feet in the air.

If it weren't for the pain to death, this honor must be quite funny.

On the other hand, his head fell so badly that he may have a concussion.

The wizard had a nausea, and he felt very strange.

What happened just now? Did Renn hide some kind of hypnotic graphics in the file? Is it something subconscious?

He stood up, stood firmly on the edge of the desk, and then put the documents back in place.

He took a few deep breaths, leaned over and pulled the chair up.

The bending posture made him dizzy and his internal organs rolled, so he hurriedly stood up straight to stabilize himself.

Suddenly, he noticed a person standing at the far end of the room—perhaps.

The figure was about twenty meters away from him, at the other end of the rows of desks, beside the bookshelf directly opposite the entrance screen door.

It is looking at him.

He couldn't see the other person's face. The man wore the standard dust-proof robe of the library like him, but he also pulled up his hood to cover his face, just like a monk.

Its arms hang down to its sides, and the lines of the entire outline appear rounded, almost without edges or corners.

Wrapped in the milky white robe, he seemed to be an obese person who had lost weight in a short period of time, and his bloated body became sagging and sagging.

Under the dim lights of the library, it looked like a ghost.

"Hello there?"

Peggedo's voice echoed in the wide room shrouded in twilight, like a marble tumbling in a storage box.

But the figure remained motionless and looked at him straightforwardly.

He couldn't catch the other person's eyes, but he knew the person was staring at himself.

He wanted to see each other's eyes.

He felt that he must see.

"Hello there?"

He shouted again, and found that his mental tentacles could not touch the opponent's body.

Not being bounced or offset, but nothing.

From the perspective of the spiritual world, there is nothing there, no living things.

He took a step forward.

"Ryan? Is that you? What are you doing?"

He walked to the figure, it stayed where it was, staring at him, the soft light-colored robe in the dim light like a ghost in shape.

"Ryan?"

The figure wearing the hood suddenly turned around and walked towards a black cast iron screen door leading to the inner library.

"and many more!"

Pegedo said loudly.

"Come back! Renn!"

The man in the hood kept walking. It passed through the screen door and disappeared into the shadow.

Peggedo hurried to catch up, he didn't even know why he did it.