Dust of History Chapter 3: Escape

When Asa woke up, he only felt pitch black in front of him, with no light around him, and no sound at all. If it wasn't for the stench that almost smothered people and the cold and hard touch behind him, he almost thought he was already dead.

But since there is no death, then where is this dark and silent place? This stench was no stranger to him. During this period of time, he could smell this strange smell when he was fighting Beamon, but it was far from being so strong.

Although the body can't move, the feeling is still very sensitive. Beamon's stench was mixed with the smell of excrement and decomposed remains, as well as other indescribable strange smells that he couldn't identify. The humidity in the air is very high, and the place where he lies is a cold and hard rock. This should be a Beamon cave. It's just that there is no light coming in, so I don't know how deep the cave goes into the mountain.

The last memory is only kept until I drew the knife, swung the knife, and released the impossibly powerful vitality drawn from Beamon's body. , and then know nothing.

What about the others? I have a vague impression that when I swung the knife, everyone seemed to be lying on the ground. Could it be that they were all dead? Thinking of this, he felt a throbbing pain in his heart. Could it be that these orcs who were born and died with him in the Sand Fes Mountains just died like this, and became food for Beamon and gray bag beasts? But in that case, why would I be in a Beamon's lair? A simple-minded monster like Beamon has never been in the habit of storing food, let alone a live prey.

Needless to say run away from here quickly, it would be good to stand up and take a closer look around. But there was no power available in the body, only acid as heavy as lead, and fragmented pain all over the body. Can't even move a finger.

The method he used to kill Beamon has already exceeded the limit of the body, and also exceeded the limit of magic power. Although Sandro explained the special ability of this knife to him, this method is indeed feasible in theory, but it also depends on the situation of the target. No matter how weird and ingenious the ability of this knife is, and how abundant the mana is added to it by his desperate efforts, it is still a behemoth Behemoth, the creature with the most vigorous vitality on the mainland. If it wasn't for the paralysis that first disturbed the vitality in Beamon's body, and the corpse puppet made Beamon suffer a little injury, then not only would he not be able to pull out the knife, but he might instead be sucked by Beamon's life force through the knife.

In the end, using Bimon's huge life force to attack was beyond his ability. It's like a person wants to wield a weapon ten times heavier than his own weight to kill others. Although he relied on the deep magic power endowed by the sun well and the leaves of the world tree and his incomparable fighting spirit, he finally swung that earth-shattering knife, but his body and magic power were almost shattered under the limit. Ordinary people would have died long ago.

The last time I ate was before I left in the morning. The meat of the gray sack is extremely tough and indigestible. There are even rumors that half of the magicians who entered the Sandefis Mountains were strangled to death by this kind of food. Asa had eaten a lot before he set off, but now he felt his stomach was completely empty, and his mouth was extremely thirsty. It seemed that he had stayed in this cave for more than a whole day anyway.

Tried a few more times to get up. Helpless, the body is completely disobedient, and the slightest muscle twitch will be exchanged for heart-piercing pain. He wanted to force himself to use a healing spell, but the magic power structure in his entire body was like glass that had been hammered by a hammer. Even if it was not completely shattered, it would never work again. And after a few failed pains, the consciousness began to slowly blur again just after waking up.

Asa sighed and began to meditate deeply.

Ever since he gradually learned more and more about the stories behind this meditation technique from Sandro and Sedros, he has inexplicably developed a little indescribable aversion to it. Not disgust, but fear. He always felt that this thing would take him to a place he didn't want to go at all, so he tried to use it less and practice less, especially the deepest selfless meditation. But in this case, meditation may be the only way to make some miracle happen and find some hope.

With the gradual deepening of meditation, the consciousness gradually became calmer and clearer. He saw the scars in his body caused by exceeding the limit, countless places where muscles and blood vessels were broken, tiny cracks on the bones, and the magic power was shattered like a spider web. The whole body was almost a thousand holes. Under the effect of meditation, those scars began to heal at an extremely slow speed.

But the feeling of meditation this time seems to be a little different from before. It seems that something is gently stroking my skin and passing through my body. Turning his attention to the outside, he felt the ubiquitous magic fluctuations around him.

This should be the inner depths of Sandfes Mountain, where the chaotic magic fluctuations unique to the mountains can be felt more clearly. Far stronger and purer waves than in the valley brushed over the body like a breeze, and then passed through unhindered like light passing through glass. This fluctuation is very flat, and even people who are not particularly sensitive can't detect it at all, but it is everywhere, endless and never stops, just like a part of the inherent properties of this space. This fluctuation is very chaotic, it does not have any attributes at all, and it does not have any meaning, but if you experience it carefully, you can find that there seems to be a special atmosphere and rules. It's just that this aura is vaguely present, completely impossible to capture, indescribable, or even to truly experience carefully. Only when you don't care about it can you know the omnipresence of this breath, but once you want to concentrate and comprehend its meaning with your heart, you can't have this feeling immediately.

Asa has faced many strong men and magicians standing at the top of the world. They can all exude their own compelling magical aura, there is black magic aura that is as dark as ink, there is cold undead aura with death, there is white magic that is warm and dazzling like sunlight, and there is plain but sharp sword Qi and invincibility can destroy all strength and grudge. But compared with this chaotic and very weak magic fluctuation, these powerful auras have only one feeling, small.

When facing those powerful forces, you may feel persecution, fear, fighting spirit, and reverence. But in the face of this strange fluctuation, it only makes people feel their own insignificance. This is the insignificance that human beings feel before the heaven and the earth.

Feeling my own insignificance, the rest is just calm. Like the calm of a fish in an ocean that is endless and nothing. Feeling this strange magic fluctuation in deep meditation, Asa was immersed in it unknowingly, and fell asleep.

Whether it is Sandro or other necromancers, if they know that someone can actually fall asleep on the way to practice the supreme scripture in their eyes, they will probably vomit blood with anger. But Asa not only fell asleep, but also slept deeply, and had a dream.

In his dream, he seemed to have climbed to the endless peak of Sandefis Mountain, overlooking everything between heaven and earth. The ground is colorless, neither black nor white nor transparent. You can see that it is the earth, but you cannot distinguish the color. Then the radiant sun cast its brilliance, and the light fell on the ground and turned into a vibrant emerald green. Countless emerald greens slowly began to surge and gather. Gradually, this vibrant green became more and more active, becoming a Wave after wave, the whole earth becomes a green ocean, dancing with vigor and vitality. The pulsation became more and more violent, and finally became a boil, and the green became deeper and deeper, from the light green at the beginning to emerald green, then from emerald green to dark green, dark green, and some places where the pulsation was the most violent turned into black .

Finally, all the colors on the ground slowly turned to black. The throbbing sea of ​​life turned into a pot of boiling sewage.

Countless pulsating blacks gathered into the shape of a sword. Then this weapon, blacker than darkness, seemed to be condensed from an all-swallowing black hole, jumped up, pierced into the ground, and made an indescribable sound. There is no exact definition of this sound, it includes screams, collapse, decay, tearing, burning... It is the sound of death.

Then the earth fell silent, and all the blackness had dissipated. The sky is still the sky, and the earth is still the earth. This mountain is still this mountain.

After a long time, the same situation happened again. The same green brilliance of the sun caused the earth to fluctuate, then turned into black again, and then returned to calm again... This kind of scene kept repeating, as if the sun was rising and setting. In this way, Asa repeatedly overlooked all this with the top of the mountain. There is an inexplicable sadness in my heart.

I don’t know how many times I’ve watched it, but these scenes slowly merged into one, and time and space were blurred in the dream. He only saw brilliance, green, darkness, life, and death intertwined and spinning together, and then this mass of rotating scenery melted into his body again. Asa felt in a daze again, as if what he saw just now was not a scene, but his own body, his own life. All the scenes continue to rotate and alternate in my body, as if there is no end...

After an unknown amount of time, Asa was awakened by the sound of slight footsteps. He subconsciously sat up by himself, and was surprised to find that his body had recovered a lot. Although still very weak, the wounds on his body have healed, and the flow of magic power is completely smooth. Logically speaking, even with white magic treatment, it would take a long time to recover to this state.

The sound of footsteps is the sound of thick pads falling on the rock, and it is very hurried, accompanied by panting. Could it be a very small baby Beamon? Before Asa had time to think, he saw a faint light, which was fire. There are two green eyes next to it, which are the eyes of a werewolf.

"It's...well...you...are still alive..." Alkin's excited voice sounded, probably because he stuttered more because of being too excited. He ran over from a distance holding a small torch.

Asa's excitement and joy are no less than his. The werewolves appeared here, could it be said that they have already walked out of the Sand Fes Mountains? He wanted to open his mouth to speak, but found that he was actually so weak that he couldn't even control his mouth and tongue freely. Sitting up just now had already reflexively used all his strength. Although the damage to his body has recovered, all the energy in his body has been completely consumed. Now he is almost like a completely empty cloth bag, unable to support himself.

Under the light of the torch, Asa vaguely saw the whole picture of the cave. This is actually a huge cave with a width of more than 100 meters and a height of tens of meters. What I am lying on is just a gap in the farthest corner. Not far to the side is a large pile of bones that look like hills. This is indeed a Beamon cave.

Alkin came over to help Asa who was on the ground and carried him on his back. At this time, there were chaotic footsteps outside, and three werewolves also ran in. They went to the place where Asa was lying just now and carried five bags on their backs. It was only then that Asa noticed that it was actually the raw ore they had worked hard to collect before, and there were several Beamon's nails beside them. Judging from the huge size, they should be the two of Taniguchi who were killed by him.

Arkin ran out of the cave, Asa buried his face in the fur on his back and closed his eyes tightly. Even so, when he just walked out of the cave, the sunlight still hurt Asa's eyes so much that tears flowed out.

Then he heard the heavy footsteps of other werewolves sprinting back and forth, and the panting of the kodo. Alkin seems to have put him on a kodo. After the werewolves loaded everything up, there was a violent jolt and the clumsy footsteps of the two kodo beasts, and the two beasts began to run desperately.

A cool sweet taste flows into the mouth, it is diluted honey. The incomparably delicious feeling made the taste buds in his mouth and the masseter muscles on both sides start to twitch. According to his previous experience, this was at least the result of not eating or drinking for more than four days.

The chirping of the big eagle sounded in the air. Asa was puzzled, it seemed that this place was still in the Sandefis Mountains. But what about these other werewolves? Why haven't those raw ores been sent out yet? The key point is that huge and bulky beasts like Kodos are simply live bait to attract big eagles and Behemoths, and they should never enter the mountains.

The effect of the honey water on the weakened physical strength was immediate, and the eyes gradually adapted to the light. Asa slowly opened them. It is possible to see three big eagles rushing down with a huge wind. The towering and majestic body of the Sand Fes Mountains still connects the ground and the sky around it, and it is still in the valley.

There are two werewolves on the two Kodo beasts, and they jointly raised a huge crossbow bolt. This kind of thing that requires two werewolves to barely use it was originally a defensive equipment on the city wall. It is not so much a crossbow arrow as it is a ballista. Both the range and power are enough to deal with this huge raptor.

The werewolf aimed at the approach of the two big eagles and pulled the trigger, and the huge arrow that could pierce the steel shield screamed and shot out.

A big eagle was directly pierced through the chest by the crossbow arrow, and fell straight from mid-air. Another one narrowly escaped with its superb agility and reflexes, leaving behind a lot of feathers and blood foam with a mournful cry, turned around and rushed into the clouds.

Throwing down the ballista, Arkin and the other three werewolves picked up the flail and meteor hammer together, guarding against the last big eagle. But the last big eagle seemed to hesitate for a moment when it saw the death and injury of its companion, turned around at a low altitude and rose again, and followed the injured companion.

"Hurry up. They'll bring a flock of vultures in an hour at most, and maybe Thunderbirds." Asa said to Alkin with difficulty. "What happened to the others? What's going on? Why haven't you taken the raw ore away after so many days?"

"Don't worry, there's no...problem. The others...are waiting outside..." The werewolf swung his whip and whipped the Kodo beast fiercely, leaving a trail of blood on the Kodo beast's head, and the Kodo beast howled and ran away faster. This is still the mouth of the valley where Beamon was killed, and the huge black bloodstain and trench in front are still there, but only some huge skeletons remain of Beamon's body.

There is no doubt that the werewolves chose the time to enter the valley. It was noon at this time, and the Kodo ran out of the valley smoothly. But Asa was not in an easy mood. Although it seems that this place has not yet become the territory of other Behemoths, the sound and smell of Kodo beasts are enough to make Behemoths from other places follow. The two Behemoths are no longer here, and the other Behemoths will chase after these prey without any scruples.

The werewolf whipped the Kodo beast desperately. If it was an ordinary livestock such as a cow and a horse, it would have fallen apart under the werewolf's arm. The Kodo howled, its four thick legs flicked desperately, the hard skin on its body was ripped apart, and white foam was sprinkled from its mouth all the way. But even so, the speed of this cumbersome herbivore can't even keep up with half of Beamon. And this kind of running method Kodo beast will definitely not last long.

Sure enough, if you go all out and don't run for twenty miles, the two Kodo beasts will die soon. But at this time Asa saw two Kodos waiting quietly in front of him again. The lizard man West rode on it and waved to them.

Running to the two relaying kodos, the werewolves quickly moved Asa and all the goods over. And Alkin lay on the ground and listened carefully, then quickly jumped onto the Kodo and swung his whip. Asa looked at the two Kodos that were foaming on the ground and asked, "What about those two?"

"No..I want~IndoMTL.com~There are three bi....Mongolia.. are coming...to feed them..." Alkin's voice was not very clear in the bumpy running. Asa still understood that the two Kodo beasts were originally food for Beamon. There are only thirty or forty heads of this kind of big guy Oufu domesticated by orcs, so two were sacrificed in order to stop Beamon's footsteps, and judging from the speed at which the werewolves whipped the two ends now, these two were also for comparison. A feast ordered by Mont and Thunderbird.

"It's really not dead. Good." West looked at Asa and nodded expressionlessly. Although the lizardman's language is more than expression, but that is only relative to no. This "good" is already very rare.

"It's okay." Asa nodded with a wry smile. If nothing happened after this round of running, then he should have escaped from the most dangerous area, at least the possibility of the Beamons chasing them out is unlikely.

Alkin made an ugly look at him and said, "I'm sorry. I left you there too. That's what... Luken meant. Because... we can't take..."

"Can't bring it? What did you bring? Even the raw ore was left there."

"Two... just born... Beamon." Alkin said with a hideous expression.