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Chapter 347 Roland's Suggestion

When Roland said the word, his eyes were fixed on Griffith:

"In 1427 of the Second Era, in order to fight against the existence whose records were obliterated, Aaron's people made sacrifices to a distant existence. They got a response, and the newly born Aaron became the hand of a great existence. I My friends and I know very little about the details."

Griffith didn't quite understand: "A battle of this scale is not a personal grievance. Which factions of interest groups are fighting?"

"I like your way of thinking, knight," Roland nodded approvingly, "'that person' uses the power of magic, the one who gave him the power... I dare not say his real name, so let's use something related to him." Organization 'last breath' to call.

"He exists in a distant plane. It is guessed that he is composed entirely of psionic energy. He is too huge to describe. His power and size are too large to penetrate the real world through the gap between the planes. Moreover, as far as I know, He seems to be fell into a deep sleep."

Griffith had heard of this, and asked Roland to continue.

"The breath of the end can provide a huge amount of psionic energy, which is vast beyond imagination. As long as any spellcaster who has stepped into the extraordinary is willing to reach out to him, inexhaustible psionic energy will be at his fingertips."

"Sounds like the behavior of a thief," Griffith commented briefly, "sooner or later it will be discovered."

"That's right. Wizards rely on this power to become the rulers of the world, as it was in the past.

"Among them, 'that person' received the greatest favor. He probably obtained some secret knowledge about the breath of the end. He has a powerful energy shield beyond our cognition and an ethereal and illusory shape. Being attacked and hurt. 'That person' seems to think that such a powerful power can only be touched by a specific ancient family and recognized blood. As for others, even if they have amazing talents, they must be eliminated Out of the ranks of wizards.

"There were many people who fought against him, and the fighting was brutal. It was a dark time, and it was also the adventure of my youth."

Griffith listened with great interest: "So, this powerful Supreme Being of the Dark Arts is still a bloodist?"

"That's not certain," Roland smiled, "but there is another possibility.

"The reason why he did this was that he was worried that too much psionic energy stolen by the spellcaster would awaken the breath of the end, and he needed to be restricted. There may be other motives for him to do this. He didn't tell the world the reason. Of course Well, even if he said it, it was useless. How many people would give up their current power, knowledge, status and wealth for the uncertain risks of the future?
"All in all, what 'that person' did is unacceptable to the vast majority of wizards, and will definitely meet with strong opposition, and is doomed to fail."

"Because magic has long been passed down in the world, the forces that have been favored are intertwined. Later, countless wizards and their Extraordinary allies began to rebel against him. Some ancient dignitaries supported his decision. After all, this can make their status More revered and sacred.

"The battle intensified, and even several righteous gods sent their own gods to join the battle.

"Finally, a certain existence sent its agent - the chosen 'Aaron'. His appearance broke the balance and triggered the destruction of 'that person'."

Griffith was lost in thought: "Who sent Aaron?"

"Hahahaha, guess what!" Roland laughed, "The result of this incident has further strengthened the power of the wizards, and they can try the power in the void without any scruples. Some gods are starting to feel uneasy about this, while others Then they are restless and can't wait to enter this world. They have selected their own god's hand based on various criteria, which are more noble and powerful agents than the patriarch of the Holy See and the paladins. Among them, the undead who once tried to come to the world The God of God also has his own candidates—the brothers and sisters Naira and Neferti of the Kumansha family."

Griffith asked, "I get it. But why do I need to do this?"

"First of all, you are at odds with this god, and you must be interested in destroying his plot." Roland glanced at Yitian at Griffith's waist, "Secondly, I am very worried about the existence of Aaron. The dark fog shrouded This young man. Whose agent is he? We don’t know what plans he will have. If we wait until the day when the plans of the Outer Gods are fully launched, it will be too late, just like the tragedy in Odessa, which cannot be stopped.

"Kuimansha brothers and sisters are the key chosen by Odessa, the key to open a certain door. Through the clues leaked by them, we will find out the clues of the Outer God and the Hand of God, and see how the god projects his power to The real world, and then uncover the fog that hangs in front of our eyes. It’s okay not to catch Naira this time, they will show their feet again.”

"Okay, I understand," Griffith approved of Roland's explanation, "I will keep an eye on them, thank you for everything you have done."

"Okay," Roland stood up, "There are a few more things."

"what's up?"

"Do you know Mr. Hermit?"

Griffith looked into Roland's eyes in silence.

"He has a party," Roland smiled, "I am one of them. If you also participate, my advice to you is to avoid His eyes and ears. After all, no one knows what He is."

"Another thing is why I have to come here in person today," Roland said apologetically, "I did some research on the ancient stone slab you found under the Belomon Swamp, and I wanted to borrow it this time. The opportunity will be returned to you. But..."

The ancient stone slab is one of Griffith's harvests in the Belomun ruins. It is composed of a square stone slab with regular shape and a disc. It is about the same size as an encyclopedia. The material is unknown but it is extremely strong.

When he first came into contact with this slate, Griffith heard some strange messages. A certain civilization was in the last moments of life and death, and the original owner of the slate tried hard to leave some information.In addition, he has acquired bits and pieces of knowledge, useful or useless.

Not knowing what to do with the information, and not sure if the slate was dangerous, Griffith left it to Roland, the leader of Qiming County.

"but what?"

"But it was stolen by someone, hehe, I'm really sorry," Roland rubbed the back of his head, and smiled mischievously, "The person who stole it is very good, better than me."

There are several people who are stronger than you... Griffith stared at Roland for a while.

"Okay, what else?"

"One last thing!" Roland straightened his back, "Your exploits will definitely earn you considerable rewards. Listen to me——

"No matter what Byelan is going to give you, money, equipment, title, officer elder sister, countess, princess or..."

"What are you talking about?"

"Well, all in all, no matter how attractive the next reward is, you must choose the fiefdom of Verona!" Roland said loudly, "This is a little life experience that I need to tell you as an elder."

(End of this chapter)