Chapter 408

The magistrates blew their horns one after another, from the lowest scale to the high scale step by step. It is long, magnificent and magnificent. If it is played outside, angel can even imagine the sound of the horn, startling a burst of birds and wild birds.

When the trumpets of the magistrates sounded, the selection of the choir began.

One by one, delicate women in clean long skirts came to the stage and sang.

"Goblin epic" is the stepping stone to the secret treasure, and the singer with special blood is the real key to the secret treasure. In fact, the selection of singers is not to listen to who has a good voice, but to find the "key" that can open the secret treasure.

In order to quickly lock the "key", a group of four people were selected, and each singer sang a "goblin epic".

One after another, every singer's voice was very beautiful. Angel and the shadow both held an appreciative attitude and listened to the sound of nature.

"Speaking of, the lyrics of the goblin epic should describe some historical facts of the kulakuka people?" Angel asked the high priest.

The high priest nodded: "yes, although some words have been adjusted for syllables, most of the things described in it are true."

"I probably know the meaning of the second and third aria. What does the record of 'the first brave man broke into the garden of flowers with a sword in one hand and picked the first rose stained with morning dew under the expectation of the red haired Princess' in the first paragraph mean? If in chronological order, this first aria should have been a thousand years ago?" Angel said curiously.

The high priest's eyes were in a trance with a trace of memories of the past. After a long time, he nodded: "Your Excellency is right. This period is indeed a past thousand years ago."

"The brave in the goblin epic is actually the kulakuka people beautified by historians."

This angel guessed that the brave man at the beginning of the four paragraphs, in fact, after careful deliberation, can basically see that this is a fictional and beautified role. History is recorded by future generations. It is not surprising that almost most civilizations and historical originals have traces of spring and autumn brushwork.

"Sir, have you ever wondered why Lord Isabel was willing to come and save us when our family was about to die out thousands of years ago?"

Although the kulakuka nationality has great talent in craftsmanship, it still belongs to the fan nationality after all. Would a legendary wizard have such a good intention to save the fan nationality?

Angel hesitated: "the flower manor recorded in the epic, the red haired Princess... Refers to Lord Isabel?"

The high priest nodded and said, "yes, a real brave man appeared in our family thousands of years ago. He was my father. He accidentally broke into a wonderful flower manor and helped a trapped man. The trapped man is Lord Isabel."

"Unfortunately, my father fell in the flowers manor. Lord Isabel found us with his relics and left a screw horn. She said that when we were in trouble, we could blow the screw horn and she would come." The high priest said slowly. When he talked about his father, a faint light appeared in his turbid eyes.

When the story came to this point, angel basically understood. Isabel owed the favor of the high priest's father. When the kulakuka people were persecuted by mankind to near extinction, they sounded the trumpet and Isabel came at the invitation.

She saved the whole kulakuka family. Even if she took the race to the soul garden and arranged a soul receiving magic array, she still let go of the descendants of the brave man and gave him the ability of almost eternal life. This is the truth why the high priest did not die for thousands of years.

When the high priest's mood calmed down a little, angel asked again.

"The second paragraph of the psalm refers to the kingdom of the giant snake. I heard that the kingdom of the giant snake actually refers to akso Saint Asia?"

When angel's question fell, the shadow sitting aside raised his eyebrows. This was the second time he had heard Angel talk about this problem. The first time he asked Angel why he cared about mortal history, his answer was curiosity. But this second time, angel mentioned this "giant snake country". He didn't believe that angel was curious. Maybe there's something strange in it?

The shadow didn't speak at this time, just pricked up his ears and listened to their conversation.

The high priest was also surprised. Angel would be interested in the history of thousands of years ago, but he didn't think much about it. He nodded and said, "yes, the giant snake country in the poem really refers to akso Shengya."

"Do you know why this country is named akso Saint Asia?" Angel asked a question that made the shadow more confused.

But different from the confusion of the shadow, the high priest was not too surprised when he heard angel's question, but smiled and said, "Your Excellency, what you want to ask is actually 'Axel', right?"

Angel was stunned and nodded: "its name is akso, isn't it?"

"Yes, it is indeed axel." The high priest heard the restraint in angel's words, so his answer followed angel's attitude and didn't talk much.

This made the shadow a little dissatisfied. He pushed Angel: "ah? What sign language are you playing? What's Axel?"

The high priest smiled and said nothing.

Angel did not answer the shadow, but continued to ask, "have you ever heard of bocrates?"

The high priest was stunned by this question. On the other side, the shadow also frowned: "bocrati, eh, I seem to have heard of this name?"

Angel turned to look at the shadow. He had been looking for it in waterglass for a long time. No one knew the details of bocrates. Unexpectedly, the shadow had heard of it?

After a long time, the shadow said, "poclady seems to be a... City of akso Shengya?"

The high priest waved his hand and denied, "poclady is the holy land of doctors and the place guarded by akso."

The words of the high priest basically confirmed what Angel thought. The giant snake named akso is indeed under bocrates. Even if bocrates has been destroyed, it still silently guards the last survivor.

"Then do you know where bocrates is?"

The high priest shook his head and said, "I don't know. No one knows except the royal family of akso Shengya. However, I remember that when our family lived in West Pollack thousands of years ago, every time the doctor took an oath in the southeast direction before entering the post, I heard that that was the direction of poclady."

Southeast... Angel recalled his position when he left underwater. It seemed that he was indeed southeast of siporak.

When angel asked this, he stopped asking. Because the shadow suddenly tilted his head and really looked at him with a curious expression. No matter which direction Angel turned his head, he immediately followed up. An attitude of never giving up until you answer.

Angel did not intend to sell Axel's position. It was a wizard level Warcraft. If the official wizard knew it, it would be eaten up in a few days. In fact, Axel was kind to him. In addition, he also received the benefits of axel and the blood essence of a whole coffin. How could he sell it.

However, the shadow is not a fool. He remembers that when he said to angel that "the country of the giant snake is called axo Saint Asia", angel once asked him, "what is the name of the giant snake?" At that time, he did not answer. It was easy to deduce the answer by associating the dialogue between Angel and the high priest:

"Axel, is that actually the name of the giant snake?"

Angel did not answer.

The shadow continued, "are you so concerned about Axel because you have seen Axel? Or have you seen anything related to Axel?"

Angel lowered his eyebrows. The shadow narrowed its eyes.

"You've seen axel." The shadow was suddenly excited: "akso is not dead, is he? Where is he now? If he hasn't died for thousands of years, isn't it a wizard level Warcraft?"

"It has nothing to do with you." Angel doesn't have a good airway.

The shadow smiled and didn't speak, but his eyes flashed through thinking. According to the high priest, Axel seemed to be near "poclady"

"You'd better not think about bocrati." Angel saw through the careful thinking of the shadow at a glance, frowned and warned, "that's not where you can go!"

The shadow pretended to be "ignorant" and didn't know what angel was talking about.

Angel's expression was extremely solemn: "for the sake of our signing the kurna contract, I finally remind you that you have to die there. Even if you become a wizard, even the wizard on the road of true knowledge will come to this end."

Bocrati is not a good place to meet. It's the territory of colorful dragonflies. Angel still doesn't know why the colorful dragonflies build their nests there, but he knows himself clearly. With his strength, he is not qualified to explore. Therefore, he has lived in poclady for so long. He doesn't really go to the nest to have a look, but just looking for an exit.

"That's enough. If you really want to die, I won't stop you."

Angel's words were very heavy, and the shadow was stunned. Most of the flames in his heart were extinguished, leaving only a little flame. But sometimes as long as you still have a little thought in your heart, a single spark can start a prairie fire.

The conversation here is almost over, and more than a dozen people have been selected for the sky choir.

Unfortunately, a person who can activate the disc did not appear.

"Don't you choose the sky Choir every year? Can't you use the previous singers?" Angel frowned as he watched fewer and fewer poets sing. According to the high priest, about 3% of women have blood that can activate the secret treasure. 3% is not small, but not much. But looking at the rhythm, it's possible to get nothing.

The high priest said, "no, activating the blood of the secret treasure is also one-time. You can only activate it once, and you can only continue to select next time."

"One time? After being activated once, does it affect the singer's body?"

"No, but because they joined the sky choir, their status will rise." Said the high priest.

While they were talking, angel looked at the selection stage with his remaining light, and a new group of singers had appeared on the stage.

Among these poets, angel saw a familiar figure.

Muya village, Barbara.

(Panax notoginseng Chinese ET)