Have You Considered Xinyue to Be a Military Division?

The oracle said that whoever could untie this knot would become the king of Asia.Then Alexander the Conqueror went to see it, and cut off the knot with his sword.

From this point of view, it is similar to the King's Stone and Danu Treasure in Britain.

"So it's not difficult to guess that behind Iskandar's conquest of Persia, it was actually a struggle between Greek gods and giants,"

Nios said: "In the Age of Gods, it was not uncommon for gods to drive humans to wage wars in order to rob belief resources."

"So Troy too?" Nero asked.

"Yes, Troy too." Neos nodded.

"It's... dirty." Nero said softly.

"It doesn't matter if it's dirty or not. In short, we can guess that where you are sitting may be the throne of a giant king." Neos patted the armrest.

Nero suddenly felt a chill on his back, "No, it's not..."

"That's a surprise,"

Neos smiled at her, "Then what if I tell you that this may be the leader of the Danu Protoss, Lugar's throne and tomb?"

"..."

"Because he is the only mixed race of giants and Danu in mythology, so he is neither as tall as a normal giant nor as short as an ordinary god." Nios speculated boldly.

Nero slowly stood up from his seat.

Nios forcibly pushed him down again, "Don't get up, why should the emperor be afraid of a dead god king?"

Nero's mouth trembled: "Because the emperor of the empire will not be resurrected after death, the king of gods will..."

"Don't worry, I'm here,"

Nero's heart warmed up and his eyes lit up when he heard the words.

Nios continued: "...With me, these gods cannot be resurrected."

"..." Nero was very unhappy, pouted.

What did this man say? It was on purpose.

"And don't you remember the riddle?" Neos said.

Nero subconsciously said: "The head of the three characters sits in the sky..."

"...Witnessing the birth of Albert, the gods have been hiding in the ground since then."

Nios continued, "So Albert should also represent that humans replaced the gods and became rulers, and the gods were also buried in the ground."

Nero nodded ignorantly.

"Then, as the king at the top of the human race in this world, you are sitting in the sky instead of the gods at this moment, looking down at the world, do you see anything?"

Neos put his hand on her shoulder, leaned over and whispered in her ear: "And what you see is what we are looking for."

"What did I see?" Nero muttered to himself, looking at the map engraved from the Copper Mountain and Silver Sea, it looked like a miniature Britain.

The small ditch that crosses is the Thames, and the copper mountain is the Mist Mountain, and they should be under the Mist Mountain at this moment, in the tomb of the half-blood giant, King Danu.

"Witnessing the birth of a great cause..."

Nero said softly, his mind fell into a mysterious state, and he felt that he really looked down on all living beings like a god.

"Weiye means that the gods are buried, so what about people, people are now stepping on top of the gods!" Her eyes lit up, and she raised her head subconsciously. The wall above her head was protruding with white rocks, which was unusually abrupt.

"Is that right there?" Nios followed and looked over.

"Ah, probably, my intuition tells me it should be this." Nero raised his head, his neck was sore.

"Just look at it." Neos said, he lifted his foot, stepped directly on the throne, and used his feet to grab the white protrusion.

"Be careful!" Nero whispered, stood up, raised his hands, and gently supported his waist.

Nios hung one hand on it, felt the touch of his palm, and frowned slightly, "It seems...it can be moved here."

After speaking, pull down hard!

There was a click, as if some kind of mechanism opened.

Then the throne suddenly fell, startling Nero.

Immediately after that, on the ground in front of the throne, the secret compartment opened slowly, with a stagnant friction sound.

"What is this?" Nero bowed his head and walked.

"What we're looking for." Neos didn't relax, jumped down and followed.

The two stood side by side, and saw a bronze vessel lying quietly in the dark compartment.

Square, simple, with runes and portraits engraved on all sides, it has an inexplicable attraction.

Neos and Nero squatted down slowly at the same time, and then stretched out their hands at the same time.

The hands of the two touched each other inadvertently.

As if touching hot water, Nero retracted his hands subconsciously, his face was flushed with heat, and after whispering "Sorry", he turned to look at him.

Neos' expression remained unchanged, his eyes were fixed on the copper box, and he held it up.

Nero was a little dissatisfied, curled his lips, and leaned over: "What is this?"

"I don't know." Nios shook his head, wiped the dust on it with his fingers, and stroked its shell.

"Then open it and have a look." Nero said.

Neos let out a "hmm", took a deep breath, and with a very serious expression, he unfastened the plastic buckle of the bronze box.

There was a snap.

The two held their breath subconsciously at the same time, and then looked at each other.

Nero nodded at him.

Neos pursed his lips, and slowly opened the ancient bronze box, an old and simple breath gushed out.

Nero probed over: "This is?"

Two stones were placed inside, one round, one gray and one red.

Red round stones, and vertical gray stones.

Nios first picked up the vertical and slender gray stone, held it in the air, and looked at it carefully.

"This seems to be a straight pen, a stone pen?" Nero narrowed his eyes, looking at the appearance of this stone.

"Well, slate pen." Neos nodded.

Nero's heart trembled, he covered his mouth and looked at him, taking a breath.

"What's wrong?" Neos turned his head and looked at her puzzled.

"Riddle, come true..." Nero whispered.

Neos was taken aback for a moment, but also reacted.

The Green Prophet holds a stone-forged pen!

He is the Greenseer, and now the pen of stone is in his hand.

So this riddle is not just a riddle, it may even be a prophecy.

A subtle, indescribable feeling filled the whole body, as if someone had already foreseen this scene, or the original self had foreseen this scene.

"Take it." Neos handed the copper box to Nero.

Nero took it lightly, staring blankly at the pen in his hand.

Neos turned the pen sideways, gently stroking the shell of the stylus with his fingers.

This is an inconspicuous pen, without engraving or dyeing, if thrown in the wild, it will only be regarded as an ordinary long stone, rather than a slate pen.

"Since it is a pen, it must have a nib. What about the nib?" Nero asked.

"Below." Nios kept stroking the cracks of the stone pencil with his fingers.

"what?"

"Look here, there is a gap in the interface, and a spiral decoration." Neos pointed to the front of the stylus with his little finger.

"so?"

"So... this is a stylus with a cap." After speaking, Nios held both ends of the stylus with both hands and twisted it slightly.

with a snap.

"Be careful!" Nero whispered.

Neos had split the slate pen into two sections, and the tip of the pen was finally exposed. A section of the barrel under the tip was engraved with mysterious patterns.

Nero hugged the box and stared blankly at the patterns, as if his soul had been sucked in: "It's so beautiful, and it looks amazing."

"No, this is not an ordinary pattern." Neos frowned and said softly.

"Is this the engraving you said?" Nero asked.

"Not really, to be precise, the magic seal was born out of these patterns." Neos explained.

"what?"

"I'll show you,"

After Neos finished speaking, he suddenly took out a short dagger from his pocket, and when his left thumb stroked the sharp edge, blood flowed out.

"Hiss, what are you doing?" Nero bared his teeth.

"Shh, don't talk, just watch."

Nios put away the dagger, and smeared the blood of his finger on the pattern, covering it all up, and the pattern was instantly filled with blood, criss-crossing, like a thin river of blood.

After smearing, pull out another piece of white cloth, hold the stone pen horizontally, press the carved pen holder against the white cloth, and slowly roll it down.

Nero's face changed, and he was shocked.

As it rolled, those patterns were reflected on the white cloth, and the blood-colored text slowly unfolded in front of her eyes.

This is a text she has never seen before, neither Latin nor Greek, but this text has a strange magic power, as if it is breathtaking.

"Things are getting more and more interesting, aren't they?" Neos' face became serious.