only god

Chapter 500 What is the purpose of New Zealand's arrival?
Helong Mountains.

In this place bordering Karl Lond and the Kingdom of Golan, a strange and dreamy legend spread in silence.

It is said that there is an old man who often knocks on the door of the house in the middle of the night, begging for food and warmth from the residents. If you are generous and kind, and satisfy all his requirements, then this old man will also grant one of your wishes.

Someone made a wish to bring her lover back to life, and the next day, her lover came back alive; The love of his sweetheart, the next day, his sweetheart really abandoned her husband and son and appeared in front of him...

All kinds of strange rumors are connected together and slowly weave into the figure of the old man. People call the old man the sage who made a wish. It is said that anyone who makes a wish to the old man will surely be fulfilled.

As the rumors of the wishing sage intensified, many mortals in the Helong Mountains began to stop making progress. As long as they heard new rumors about the wishing sage, they would stay at home all day long, not daring to step out, for fear Missed the sage who made the wish, and even started an underground transaction, profiting by selling the news of the sage who made the wish or the items left unintentionally.

This sage who made a wish can be said to have alarmed the entire Helong Mountain Range.

until……

"My wish is that people will never be able to make a wish to you."

Maxwell, the border earl of the Helong Mountains, spoke.

"It's really...an interesting wish."

The old man was silent for a while, then said slowly:
"No one has ever made a wish like this from me. People have come to me for love, wealth, power... But there has never been a wish like this. It's like this wish has mold."

Maxwell took a sip of wine from the silver cup as the fire crackled beside them, warming the room.

"But that's what I want."

Maxwell repeated:
"My wish is that people will never be able to make a wish to you."

The old man looked at Maxwell and asked aloud:
"Oh, why? You know, wishing is a power, and you wished me to give up that power."

After pondering for a moment, Maxwell said without any haste:

"People are gradually going crazy for you. Those legends and the fulfilled desires are like firewood piled high. People can see the grandeur of the campfire, but they may not realize that a wildfire will come soon. , Destroy the world before our eyes.

I am the earl, the owner of every inch of land here, I have the attention of the gods, the glory of my ancestors, and the trust of the king, I will definitely guard this place until I die, so I would rather make a wish to you - everyone Can't wish on you. "

Hearing Maxwell's statement, the old man raised his eyes and looked up and down at the earl who had fought for the king on the battlefield. The latter was nearly sixty years old, with gray hair, and the word "young" To be insulated from him, at this age, returning to youth is a good wish, but he did not choose this way, his choice is far more noble than this.

"Okay, Lord Earl, under the witness of the gods, I will grant your wish."

The old man stood up slowly and saluted the count.

Maxwell nodded, returned a friendly salute, and then said:
"I hope you can stay, we haven't entertained you well, you haven't seen my favorite little son, I haven't fulfilled my duty as a master, if you leave like this, I believe the gods won't be satisfied."

Maxwell was obviously worried that the old man would not keep his promise, and Slaer couldn't see through this worry, but he didn't choose to insist on leaving, but said:

"In this case, it is better to obey than to be respectful."

So Slaer lived here for a long time.

And Maxwell also warmly entertained this old man of unknown origin. He took the old man to meet his children, participated in all kinds of luxurious banquets, and even took the old man to meet his lover. It was a happy time, and the old man's humorous tone and rich knowledge easily convinced Maxwell. The frontier earl might have been afraid of the old man at the beginning, but after getting along for a long time, he seemed to be a couple. friends and relatives.

And Slaer also gradually realized what kind of person Maxwell is.

Maxwell followed the former king through life and death, and laid a legacy for him that will last forever. As a result, his family was promoted from a baron to an earl, and was granted the Helong Mountain Range to guard the borders of the Golan Kingdom.

This old general is enthusiastic, patient, full of wisdom and rationality in his actions, and he has some tact in him, but he always sticks to the bottom line. Even though he is nearly sixty years old, he never slacks off in military affairs in the territory. Personally inspecting the standing soldiers under his command, Heping has never worn away his edges and corners.

Since their family was enshrined in the Helong Mountains instead of living here for generations, they do not mainly worship Heres, the god of mountains and craftsmen like the residents of the Helong Mountains, but the god of the four seasons and a group of gods. Only.

In Slaer's view, this old general is indispensable to the Kingdom of Golan, but the current King of Golan doesn't seem to realize this. Those royal nobles seem to think that this old general is out of date up.

The Helong Mountains are an important mineral place in the Kingdom of Golan. Although Maxwell is now loyal, it is a hidden danger that such a rich place is not under the direct control of the royal family.

However, even though the current king of Golan is more wary, Maxwell has never complained, except when it comes to the left standing army, the old general will send a fierce letter to argue.

Slaer had been in the Helong Mountains for about two years, and he felt that it was time for him to leave this place.

So, not long after, Maxwell heard from the old man that he was going to say goodbye,
"Maxwell, my friend, the wish you made back then brought peace to the entire Helong Mountain Range."

The old man said in a low voice,

"Just, how long can this kind of peace last?"

Maxwell replied flatly:

"Do my best to last as long as I can, and I believe the gods will bless me."

After the words fell, Maxwell thought of something and asked:

"Sage, which god do you come from, and what does that god want you to do? It's been two years, and I haven't received a decent answer. Now we are about to part, can you tell me?"

The old man nodded with a smile, and said slowly:

"I come from Slaer, the god of great wisdom.

What He wants me to do is a very simple thing.

That is... confiscation of death. "

Can death be forfeited?

Maxwell looked at the old man in front of him in astonishment. He had long known that the sage who made a wish in the air was not ordinary. He was very likely to be a priest or a chosen one of a certain god, but he never thought about it. What the old man was going to do was so bizarre.

confiscated death...

"Then what are you going to do?"

Maxwell asked involuntarily.

"Forgive me for not being able to tell you, but... that is a grand plan that has never been seen before, nor will it be seen in the future."

The old man slowly put on a look of reverence,

"Only this plan can be worthy of Slaer."

Maxwell looked away, and suddenly remembered the name of which god Slae was, and asked:

"The god of lies and tricks?"

The old man nodded slightly, and then walked slowly into the distance.

Maxwell wanted to follow, but found that he seemed to be frozen, unable to move an inch.

"Listen, Earl Maxwell, soon you will face the greatest threat in your life, and that threat comes from the dwarves, who have always longed for the Helong Mountains."

After finishing speaking, the figure of the old man gradually drifted away and disappeared in front of the old general.

After he disappeared completely, Maxwell was able to move again. He suppressed the surprise on his face, lowered his head, and fell into a moment of deep thought.

When the old general raised his head, a lofty sense of responsibility swept his heart, and an idea was finalized in his heart—he must know, what exactly are the dwarves in Karlund doing?
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With the breeze blowing across the sea, the big ship slowly approached the shore, and the heavy anchor was thrown high. The passengers finally recovered from their shock.

The ship docked, and there were more than 200 passengers, but no one was in a hurry to get off the ship. The passengers turned their eyes to the sailor, the sailor turned their eyes to the first mate and the second mate, and the first mate and second mate turned their eyes to the captain. As for the captain, he was a little hesitant.

The captain looked at the man of unknown origin, and asked tremblingly:

"Those pirates... really want to take them all out, let's find a place to put them..."

Sailing in this sea area all the year round, the captain of course knows that those villains are the ones who will venge their teeth. He is worried that if there is a grudge, it will endanger the fate of this big ship.

The captain didn't know Sealand's true identity. After all, who would have thought that a historical figure would appear in front of him, plus he hid his sharp ears as a Logosian, making him look like a human being, so No one could recognize him as the disciple Xilan in myths and legends.

He only knew that the man in front of him was a man of great ability, that's all.

Xi Lan looked at the captain, her clear and handsome eyes were somewhat solemn, the captain didn't dare to look directly at him, as if he was afraid that these eyes would see through his deepest thoughts.

"Go ahead and leave the rest to me."

Xi Lan said slowly.

This sentence still made the captain feel inexplicably at ease. He let out a heavy breath, glanced at the man, and then greeted the other sailors, telling them to push all the pirates on board to the port and hand them over to the local dwarves The lord handles.

As one pirate after another was escorted off the big ship, the passers-by on the shore watched this scene in disbelief. A big ship can capture so many pirates. Could it be that this is a warship disguised as a cargo ship?But none of the sailors who got off the ship looked like professional soldiers.

"Hey, there are a lot of unarmed passengers on board!"

"Herris, what the hell happened?"

"Could it be that the conscience of these pirates found that they tied themselves up?"

"I swear by Skadi's white wrist, they would rather commit suicide than find out their conscience!"

The pedestrians on the shore were amazed by this scene, a large group of guards rushed over, and the noisy atmosphere spread throughout the port.

Wildo stood on the deck, sometimes looked at Zealand, and sometimes looked away.

His mood is extremely complicated.

Everything that happened that day, to this day, he does not know how to write in the travel notes.

When the man in front of him displayed his mighty power, Wildo felt first astonished, and then unspeakably ashamed.

At this time, Xi Lan slowly turned his head and looked at Wildo.

"Forgive me, I can't teach you anything...you are already a man of God."

Wildo said again, and then bowed deeply.

Xi Lan just smiled at this. He seemed to have expected Wildo's reaction. He didn't force or force, but walked over, first hugged, and then offered a peaceful kiss on the back of his hand.

"You still teach me a lot, without you, I don't know how to pray in this day and age."

Wildo was flattered by these words. He looked at Xilan in astonishment, and saw the latter slowly backing away, and then a strong wind blew up on the flat ground, and his figure disappeared in the turbid wind, leaving only Weier in a daze. Many, and the people who are amazed by it.

Wildo slowly came back to his senses, suddenly thought of something, and panicked:
"Oh shit, I forgot to ask who he is?!"

He was so nervous at the time that he completely forgot about it, and only now remembered that he should ask who he was.

The dwarf's startled performance was really joyful, and the crowd suddenly burst into laughter, even the true believers of the sect also laughed. There was no malice in these laughter, it was pure joy and joy.

After Wildo got off the boat, he suddenly remembered the book that the man gave him, and belatedly remembered the book "The Life of the Disciple Sealand". Finally figured out who that person was.

"He disappeared... just disappeared..."

Wildo murmured excitedly,
"God, that's Sealand, that's the disciple of the Prophet Norn!"

The dwarf discovered Xi Lan's true identity belatedly, and he suddenly felt regretful. At that time, he should have the cheek to keep that person, but now, when he wanted to look for it, he couldn't find any clues.

That night, Wildo told his reasoning to the priest of the church, who also showed a surprised face,

"No wonder, it turned out to be Xilan... Lord, you sent Xilan here..."

The priest of the order clasped his hands together and quickly recited a few prayers.

"What is his purpose? Did God give him a mission again?"

Wildo couldn't help asking.

The religious priest shook his head and said:

"I don't know, perhaps, only the Lord knows."

(End of this chapter)