Chapter 1219

This is a distant and vicissitudes of life voice. With the ancient tone, people seem to feel the ancient breath in a trance.

When he reacted, he found that a figure suddenly appeared on the other side of the dead tree.

This is a "man" in a gray robe. His height is higher than that of ordinary humans. According to angel's height, it may only reach his ribs.

The visitor is leaning on a bone crutch and wearing a mask of primitive totem wind. The whole person is full of a simple but ancient weird feeling.

When angel saw him, the sense of "calling" that emerged from the depths of his heart suddenly disappeared.

This made angel's mind move.

"Are you talking? Who are you?" Angel looked at the totem mask.

"I am a Han Gu remnant who is about to die, but was pulled back from his silence by your Savior. You can call me Walder." After the totem mask finished, he bowed deeply to angel.

Waddell's voice seemed to have a warm power, and his behavior seemed to release goodwill, which made Angel feel cordial from the bottom of his heart.

"I always feel that someone is calling me... Did you do it? The Savior in your mouth refers to me?" Angel said calmly. He didn't relax because of his intimacy, but became more vigilant.

"Yes, I guided your Excellency the Savior here." Waddell lowered his head: "I can't leave the dark place. I can only call you through the pan consciousness of the mainland."

"Why do you call me the Savior?"

"Your Excellency gave the true spiritual power to Yuantan, so that it could be reborn from the overturning, which not only saved this continent, but also saved me."

Angel frowned. It's not surprising that this man named Walder knew that he would release the power of the true spirit into this continent. However, he said he saved him, which made angel a little unreasonable.

"I know what your excellency is doing. Leave the passage of the original Tanzanian continent. In the dark place, you can come with me." After that, Waddell suddenly cut a dark crack in the space, and he took the lead in.

The opening of the space crack is constantly changing, just like the ferocious opening of the void beast, which makes people afraid.

"Are we going in?" Grewood said timidly.

Angel looked at Bobota, Bobota shook his head: "I can't judge whether it's good or bad, but the original lucky art told me that there should be no danger in this trip. However, it can easily tear the existence of space, and maybe shield or even modify the results of lucky art."

Bobota put both positive and negative answers in front of angel.

No one knows what the road ahead is. The existing known information can not make the "unknown" clear the fog.

Therefore, whether to go in or not can only depend on the moment of mind.

Angel pondered for a moment and said, "go in."

As Bobota said, there is no need to be so complicated for an existence to tear up space and want to kill them. Moreover, the man named Walder accurately pointed out their thoughts.

It shows that Walder is likely to have been watching them.

And angel traveled mountains and rivers. He came here just to leave this continent?

If you want to get convenience, you can't hesitate, you must face unknown risks.

With this in mind, angel took the lead in stepping into the space crack. Bobota followed closely. After hesitating for a moment, grewu still held the soul of olucia tightly and stepped in.

……

This is a dark wasteland.

It's no different from the outside world. The only difference is that it seems darker here, and it doesn't rain.

The air is a little moist, and occasionally the wind blows, with a chill to the bone.

Waddell stood right in front. When he saw angel coming in, he stretched out his thin hand and pointed to the distance: "Your Excellency, Savior, please come this way."

Waddell said as he went ahead and began to lead the way.

I don't know when Walder had a broken oil lamp in his hand. The dim light shone at a distance of up to two or three meters, making the surrounding more quiet.

"You don't have to call me the Savior all the time. My name is angel."

Waddell paused and continued to walk forward: "there are too many ancient people in the abyss. As long as they know your name, they will follow this clue and pester you. Therefore, you'd better not report your real name."

Waddell's pace was not fast or slow, and his tone was just right, which made everyone feel very comfortable.

Angel wanted to ask about this topic and ask for more information, but at this time, a faint sob suddenly came out in the dark.

Angel looked at the sound source and saw a virtual shadow emitting a green light in the dark.

It's a woman in a blood red dress.

However, the woman's face was full of blue veins, her eyes were pale, and her expression was ferocious. The moment I saw them, I immediately changed from covering my face and sobbing to harsh howling.

Terrible ripples, carrying gusts of Yin wind, come to my face!

"The dead howl?!" Angel's face changed and his eyes suddenly lit up. Because of the nightmare soul body, he is actually immune to the attack of the dead, but the Bobota behind him is almost the same as that of ordinary people and is easy to be affected.

The only thing Engel thought of was to use the green pattern of "domain field" to shield the ripples.

However, when his forehead hair was just lifted up and the green lines in his eyes had not jumped out, Walder on his side took the white bone scepter and gently touched the ground.

After a crisp sound, the surrounding ripples disappeared instantly, and the female in a bloody dress... The dead, with a sad cry in her mouth, was blown to the depths of the dark wasteland by an unprovoked wind.

Seeing that the dead woman disappeared, angel's momentum dissipated slowly, and his forehead hung down again to cover his right eye.

Waddell looked at the fleeting green light, and there seemed to be fluctuations in the fundus of his eyes.

When everything was calm, angel looked at Waddell with obvious vigilance and vigilance.

Waddell didn't seem to feel it. He said faintly, "the undead has been wandering in the dark wasteland. Ku langduo also wanted to take her away many times, but I refused."

"Because she was my wife."

Angel was stunned by the sudden turn. The reason why he looked at Walder with more vigilance was that the undead appeared too coincidentally, and according to Walder's strength of tearing space, it should be very simple to deal with a undead. But he let the dead appear, which made angel have to think about whether Walder deliberately did so.

But when Walder said the relationship between the dead woman and herself, there was an answer to these doubts.

"My wife, when she was about to die, didn't tell me. She secretly signed an oath with an old man and wanted to stay with me forever. However, how could the old man easily fulfill her wish. Finally, she became a dead soul and lingered in this dark wasteland forever."

Waddell simply explained the origin of the dead. There should be some details, but Waddell didn't deliberately mention it.

Angel didn't know whether what he said was true or false, but Angel didn't think he had the need to lie.

At this time, grewood suddenly said, "is this female undead called NAIA?"

Angel looked at grewood. "You know?"

Grewu: "Lord olucia once went to meet a cruel scholar. I went with him. I stayed in the library there in those years. Steward tandin read me a lot of stories, including one. The general plot is somewhat similar to this..."

Grewood looked at Waddell with a doubt in his eyes.

"The cruel scholar has recorded this matter? That's right... After all, the evil desire demon God signed the oath with NAIA. It's said that he has a good relationship with the cruel scholar." Waddell paused. "Yes, my wife is NAIA."

Although there was speculation, grewood's pupils shrank involuntarily when Waddell admitted.

Grewood can't remember the exact time of the story, but it's certain that it happened before the fall of the old gods.

That is to say——

"Are you also an ancient?"

Instead of answering immediately, Waddell turned his head and continued to walk forward with a solitary lamp.

After a long time, Walder said, "I can survive because I have an inseparable fetter with this continent. When the continent is born, I live; when the continent is dead, I die. In fact, I am just a withered consciousness that remains today. I have no freedom and no right to self-survival. In short, I am not an ancient man."

Waddell's words, people do not know how to answer.

However, some details were inferred from some of his words.

Earlier, Waddell said that angel saved him. Angel didn't understand what he meant at that time, but now it seems that Walder means that he has an explanation for his prosperity and loss with the mainland.

After a silence, angel broke the silence.

"You just mentioned kurandot... What's the matter with him? What does this gift mean?" Angel rubbed the black feather in his hand. He didn't feel anything strange about the black feather.

"Kurandot was also born on this continent." The first word Waddell said was a shocking surprise.

The death guide who frightened demons and aborigines was originally born here?!

"Ku langduo's birth is closely related to this continent. You saved Yuantan. Even if he doesn't say it, he should be grateful. Otherwise, he won't leave this crow feather to you."

"This is, crow feather?" Angel looked at the black feather in his hand.

"Yes, this crow feather contains the breath of death and is the symbol of kurandot... Here it is."

Angel was about to listen to the role of the black feather, but then Waddell suddenly stopped, pointed to the front and said, "here is the destination."

"The land of darkness."