Chapter 779

"According to the current means, chaos can never be used by human beings."

Boom, boom, boom, boom - the sound of the earth's crust being torn up by brute force sounded in the nearly liquid air, and in a few minutes, it spread to most of the world.

It's a completely dark world.

There are no stars, no sun, the frozen surface is harder than a diamond at the absolute low temperature of minus Baidu, and the violent cold wind formed by the breaking of the continent stirs the waves in the atmosphere which is about to condense into pieces.

Above the glacier, Prester, with extreme fear and trembling, stands on the only intact ground. The soldiers who have reached the golden state can survive in this extreme cold, and can also see things in absolute darkness - so he stares, stares at the glacier in front of him.

The vast glacier, which covers the whole world and stretches hundreds of thousands of miles, is now fragmented by someone's brute force. Prester watched as the glacier and the earth's crust were torn apart by a huge steel figure, forming a wide and incomparable valley. The valley could not see its end or know how deep it was, and its edge disappeared beyond the horizon, It's like tearing the world apart.

Maybe the world has been torn.

"Priestly, don't take any chances. You have to remember every word I say."

Grand, deep, like the voice of a God, Prester quickly lowered his head to show that he was listening. At the same time, the corner of his eyes saw that the crust, which was stronger than steel, was torn into pieces of rock like pieces of paper in front of the giant god, and then it broke into countless dense dust and melted into the huge body.

"According to all the means and technologies we have at present, chaos can never be used by us."

The giant god is eating - he is eating the world, crushing rock layers as huge as mountains into himself. As he says this, the giant god is tearing off a piece of meat and a huge rock shell tens of thousands of meters long.

Priestly sensed the incomparable disturbance of gravity. He wriggled his throat and swallowed his saliva, because he saw that the huge rock shell, which was better than the highest mountain in the world, turned into a cloud of silver smoke in an instant, and then disappeared into the deep and dark mouth of the giant God.

Soon, the Rift Valley turned into a valley, and the Valley turned into an abyss. The vast land where tens of millions of people lived was like a cake, and it was swallowed up by the giant God. In this process, his calm voice reverberated in the atmosphere.

"I only say that to you, prest, you are different from other people, you are different from my other students, so I must remind you to be alert to all things related to chaos."

"Where is... Different from, teacher?"

Even though there was an uncontrollable shudder all over his body because of the shock of fear, prest was able to calm down - he took a deep breath, pressed the air of minus Baidu into his lungs, and the extreme cold calmed the young soldier down, and then asked in a loud voice, "why do you say this to me?"

Always able to keep calm and summon up courage. This is what priestly is good for, and why he can be a student of the great gods.

"Because of the choice. Prest, you are different from your brothers and sisters. Because they choose to stay in the world of mirov, they will stay in the interior of the Empire and become the strong ones stationed on one side to maintain order and peace. "

The giant god didn't stop eating. He came to this extremely cold frozen planet to "eat" most of the rock crust on the earth's surface and take out the metal core of the planet as a pastry to supplement the nutrients of the inner world. The giant God said slowly and calmly, "but you are different."

"You choose to be an adventurer in the distance, and you choose this path, so you are more likely to encounter chaos hidden in the multiverse than they are, and you are more likely to touch the other side of the world."

And more likely to keep up with me.

Prester saw that in the dark world, suddenly there was an extremely turbulent storm, as if something huge was rapidly stirring the atmosphere. He crushed the ice with his legs, and fixed himself firmly in the original place like a wedge.

And the next moment, Prester saw that the Colossus turned and looked down at him.

What kind of eyes are those?

Prester is indescribable, indescribable, it is like two tiny suns, releasing the eyes of infinite light and heat... But the brightness of the sun is distorted by the invisible gravity, shaping a hazy hot light flow, which flows gently along the corner of the giant's eyes, forming a regular and mysterious pattern on his cheek.

"Don't use chaos, don't approach it, don't try to control it, don't try to transform it. If you can't destroy it, seal it or leave it as soon as possible. Chaos and we are such a relationship, the enemy of each other. "Looking at Jushen, Prester was speechless for a long time, and seemed to be immersed in the shock of each other's infinite power. However, when Jushen turned around and planned to end his talk to his students and continue his lunch, Prester began to speak like a ghost.

"Even if it's... Teacher, you can't do that?"

Long silence appears in the frozen world.

Although after that, there was a slight but unexamined sound, with a little praise of laughter.

"Even if I stress that, you are hopeful, and I like that... As for me."

"At least I can say that I'm still trying, not giving up," the giant whispered

……

Prest suddenly woke up from his dream.

"Damn... Have you had a nightmare..."

He groaned in a low voice, then turned over and stood up from the primitive vine hammock - his head was very painful and it was difficult to think freely. Prester murmured, "no, it's not a nightmare... It's the teacher's instruction."

But he couldn't remember what it was.

"Forget it, it's just a dream."

After half a sound, Prester raised his head, looked at the caster across the campfire, and nodded to each other without saying anything superfluous.

This is the third day for the elite team to come to the unknown world, and the second day for the elite team to reconcile with the group of elves who call themselves the "watcher tribe".

The mountains and hills of the eastern mountains are rolling, and there are a large number of underground caves between the endless forest of fallen leaves and dead branches. Apart from a small number of high-rise buildings, most of the elves live in the caves nearest to the mother tree of life, and Prester and other people also live in a cleaned and ventilated cave.

"I don't know when the Elves will finish their negotiation and decide not to cooperate with us."

On the other side of the campfire, the mage on the night shift in the early morning closed the magic book in his hand. He sighed and said helplessly: "these immortal species are really close relatives to the tortoise, slow and slow."

"They will agree."

In response, Prester shook his head and said in a soft voice: "if they were hesitant from the beginning, why did they put our five golden class next to their tribe? In this case, even if they try their best to strangle us, they will suffer unbearable losses - it's very difficult for the elves to have children. "

"Yes, too."

The mage didn't refute or seriously agree. He just casually agreed. Then he turned his head and looked at the light at the entrance of the cave. Outside the cave, dawn had arrived. This was the third day they came to this strange world.

At the same time, prest sighed, remembering the scene two days ago at night.

In the dense forest, nearly a thousand elite spirit hunters and marksmen surrounded the elite team of five people. In such a battle, even a group of golden Warcraft would have to hate on the spot, but prest and others are five golden human professionals who have mastered all kinds of combat skills and magic, even if they have not fully mastered their own glory, It's not the elves who can win without injury.

Just when the crowd confronted with nearly a thousand elf hunters, the leader of the group, an Elf Druid with a big antler crown, appeared in the middle of the crowd, and his appearance broke the silence between the two sides.

"Are you... Human beings?"

"Isn't it chaos?" he asked in surprise

With such opening remarks as the beginning of the communication, the follow-up conversation will not be a straight start.

After a series of tedious and repeated inquiries and being asked, the two sides reluctantly ended the confrontation, and both sides were generally aware of the situation.

For Prester and his party, they knew that the elves in front of them came from a tribe of elves called "lookers". This is a very young tribe of elves, including the leader, whose age is no more than 300 years old. They lived around a huge tree of life, and built houses in caves made from the roots of the giant tree, They usually live by picking fruits, hunting wild animals and fishing.

Generally speaking, it is a very primitive but United elf tribe.

And the reason why they ambush priestly and others at the beginning is that they regard the small group of people wearing magic armor as alien demons lurking around their territory.

Just as the Eight Legged fungi didn't see that prest and his party were wearing armor rather than an exoskeleton until the end, the elves who had never seen armor, or even had never seen so many metal creations, naturally couldn't understand what the "full coverage closed magic armor" was, In addition, in order to open the way in the forest, Prester and his party did not scruple to destroy the trees, which made the elves believe that they were a group of terrifying alien demons.The difference between civilization, race and technology is so great that this almost impossible misunderstanding will appear.

On the other hand, the elves also know that the five members of the exploration team were the victims who entered the forest by accident, and the changes in the mountains had nothing to do with them - at least after they swore, the elves said they couldn't deny it, and they didn't seem to know whether they believed the lies or didn't matter.

"The sacred mountain of sacrifice was originally made of silver and iron, which was indeed said in the teachings left by our ancestors. As time went by, the silver and iron rusted, and the wind and sand blew, burying them and finally turning them into solid rocks."

This is what priestly and others heard. That's what the antler elf said to them. It seems that they are not surprised at the restart of the time and space hub.

To tell you the truth, this made the elite team extremely puzzled. They also understood that the mountain where they were just located, that is, the location of the accrafah hub, was the mountain of sacrifice in front of these elves. But now the mountain of sacrifice collapsed, they were not surprised, even surprised.

Do they regard that mountain as holy mountain or not?!

What's more strange is the contradiction in the civilization of these elves.

According to Prester's conjecture, the elves in this strange world should have been the same as them. They were accidentally exiled here more than 1300 years ago in the final World War I of the glorious era because of the error of time and space transmission. In other words, they should be the descendants of the original Elven colonists - but if they were really Elven colonists, It's impossible to become the original appearance of living in the crypt as it is now!

The life span of a generation may be longer than that of most countries on earth. Their knowledge inheritance is far more stable than that of short-lived human beings. It's only 1300 years. How can we make a group of elves look like primitive people today?

Prest even saw the elves here still use bone arrows, they even lost their iron technology!

However, for this strange contradiction, these elves answered part of their doubts.

"Are you curious about the scar on my hand?"

At the end of the communication, when both sides were not in confrontation for the time being, the deer crown elf, the leader, stretched out his arm. He had noticed that Prester and others often looked at the scar on his right hand, and then said with a broad-minded smile: "this is an alien disease - those dead gods in the sky often fall part of their flesh and blood, eroding the wild animals or elves in the forest, As long as I've been scratched by flesh and blood or infected demons, almost no one will be spared... I'm still light, and it will take decades to kill me. "

"It's no use cutting it off. The idea of playing will be transferred to other parts of the body. Countless ancestors have proved this with their lives."

The deer crown spirit called the nine giant beasts in the sky "dead gods". When he said this, he was very open-minded and didn't seem to care about his life at all. He even joked with his companions: "I'm almost breaking the record of the oldest leader?"“ It's not

Based on this information, the exploration team can barely understand why these elves lost their inheritance so quickly that they degenerated to such a primitive level. If most of the first generation of elves colonists died under the erosion of chaos, and the remaining elves often died because of the erosion of chaos, then even if they were immortal, Nor can it sustain civilization.

It is for this reason that these elves, after noticing the elite teams coming from the sky, will identify them as infected alien demons. The black magic armor does not look like decent equipment. At first glance, it has a gloomy and depressing temperament.

As for why the elves can recognize human beings, the reason is also very simple. According to them, hundreds of years ago, there were human beings living around the mountains in the world, but recently they were completely invisible, and they should have gradually disappeared.

"To be honest, the situation here is more strange than we think."

Prester stopped remembering for a while. He shook his head. He didn't know whether to say it to the mage opposite the campfire or to himself: "the recorded history of the era of falling stars is 839 years, and I don't know how long it will be, about 80 to 130 years. After the opening of the shelter, it was a period of primitive chaos against the black forest beast tide, And the three hundred years of loss before the opening of the shelter - that adds up to more than 1200 years, even if we take into account other possible spare time, at most 1300 years. "

"Even if the life of these elves is not long because of" alien disease ", that is, mild chaos infection, they will have a life span of about 200 years. For them, 1300 years is a matter of six or seven generations, and they can never forget it so thoroughly!"

But with the sound of Prester, the others woke up one by one and kept looking at the cave. The mage, who didn't know what to think, lowered his voice and said to himself in a low voice, "maybe it's more than 1300 years?""What do you mean?"

Prester, however, keenly heard the murmur of the mage. He was puzzled and asked, "do you mean that these elves had lived in this world before the final World War I?"