The Throne Under the Starry Sky Chapter 158: Ancient War (Part 2)

Jonah didn’t speak, he silently watched Mr. Koshava draw the space-time star array, and tasted the truth contained in each arc. Undoubtedly, this was the last lesson the instructor taught himself. After drawing The last spiral line completed the closure of the entire star array. The old man Koshava pierced the half of the staff deeply into the ground, took out a large glass bottle from his bag, and threw it into the sky. He held the top of the staff. The white crystal, "Shoo..." A beam of orange-red light soared from the gap between the fingers, and volleyed the glass bottle to pieces.

"Teacher, I will always be by your side looking at you." Jonah clenched his fist.

"Save energy, young man." The old man's beard curled up, "Now is my playing time."

The whole bottle of star dust was sprinkled from the sky, and the colorful spots of light kept shining in the wind and snow. This catalyst of the power of the stars landed in the lines of the star array, which quickly caused the resonance of the interstellar line, red and blue. The energy of the color interstellar line was peeled off heavily and gathered in the energy storage part of the star array, "hiss..." The left half of the star array with a diameter of sixty yards was filled with hot 130-77 pairs of star energy, and the snow evaporated into mist. , The land was roasted crackling; while the right side was occupied by the power of the icy 21-814 stars, the frozen soil began to crack due to the sharp drop in temperature, and the frost spread outward along the surface.

"...Come on."

The old man Koshava yelled, and the space-time star array was activated, and the energies of the two repulsive attributes collided fiercely at the core of the star array, and his original multiple non-attribute buffers alleviated the huge energy created by annihilation , Absorbed, compressed, and then transported back to the core, forming a repeated turbulent and increasing energy cycle. Even at a distance of thousands of miles, Jonah can still feel the terrible power contained in the star array through the mirror. On the battlefield, as long as the control is relaxed slightly, the uncontrolled explosion of this three-phase annihilation star array can undoubtedly destroy a city in one blow, and, of course, will also take away the life of the astrologer at the same time.

But when the collision of the two energies reached the highest point, Koshava initiated a key step. A non-attribute energy ball containing bit coordinate information was shot into the star array core like a projectile thrown by a slingshot, breaking With that delicate balance, the power of annihilation immediately smashed the barriers of time and space, and vented to another time and space coordinate, "Okay, let's go." The old man Koshava lifted his robe and strode towards the turbulent current. The core of the star array walked away, and in a blink of an eye the figure disappeared in the brilliant glow.

In the sky, a warrior from the Alliance of Arion saw this wonder. He shook the shoulders of the front armed camel eagle rider in surprise: "Look, look, what kind of magic circle is on the ground, it seems powerful It looks very big...ah, how come it suddenly disappeared, obviously there is such a powerful magic wave..."

"Shut up...shut up." The knight replied with difficulty in the wind and snow, and the ice fell on his face as soon as he spoke, "Keep firing, fire."

The armed camel eagle screamed and climbed upwards, and the Tocharo musketeers in the back seat focused their attention on the enemy in the sky and pulled the trigger. Amidst the siege of twenty armed camel eagles, the **** who was sitting cross-legged on a lotus seat, with four faces, eight arms, and twenty-four instruments of protection, looked dispirited, with a face twisting flowers. Smiling, a face with uninteresting interest, a face with eyebrows erected, a face with a flat expression, "Where is the king of assassins." Suddenly, it made a loud and deafening noise, which was mixed with the voices of men, women, old people, and children. The weird voice that made is breathtaking, "Brahma has returned, can you kill me again."

The **** Brahma of the Vedic kingdom came to the battlefield in person, not to help the Brotherhood of Scarlet Owls, but just want to see the rare opponent in the world again. In the city of Mahuluga, the rebellious organization'Kuligala' 'The hired assassin king cut off Brahma’s three heads with a sword. This **** almost died, and finally regenerated slowly by relying on the power of faith. It never forgot the shame brought by the neck scar, but did not know the assassin’s Wang Simion Longchang no longer appeared in front of him.

"Om..." The golden ripples suddenly expanded, and all the armed camel eagles in the sky stopped flapping their wings at the same time. The feathers on their wings turned into gold at this moment. The gorgeous evolution brought catastrophic consequences and was dragged by the heavy wings. Then, the birds fell to the ground one after another, and on the **** ground, ground troops from the ancient Vedic resisted the attack of the pink hat lover’s mechanical puppets. Those who did not fear bullets dragged their ragged bodies and charged forward. There were dozens of them. Tan Napo, the demon **** tempered from the corpse of the deceased.

Jonah did not see this scene. His perspective followed Mr. Koshava and entered the tree city of Arynn. The location of the space pointed to by the silver mirror could be adjusted, but he was passing through the thick walls of Arynn. At the time, Jonah obviously felt heavy resistance, and the space-time star array on the frame was flickering due to the increased load.

"...Teacher."

Finally the picture became clear, and at the coordinate position he calculated, a splendid elven temple was revealed. The whole temple was entwined with dark green life tree vines, and the spiral vault was raised high. The curves of the four arches are fascinating. Each eaves is decorated with intricate golden patterns. In the temple, in the center of the smooth marble floor is a dry well. There is a shallow spring in the jade railing. In that legend In the fertile age of China, the fountain of life here nourishes the sacred magical creatures of the entire northern continent. As long as a drop of this magical liquid can make a seed grow into a towering tree, the fountain of life is just an empty one. Shallow pit, the withered root veins of the tree of life are entwined on the ground, and above the root system sits an old man with a lanky stature and messy hair and beard.

"It's almost impossible to get there. It's so dangerous, so dangerous..." Koshava panted and wiped the sweat from his forehead. "The space-time structure of Arion City is too complicated, even if it is the life of the guardian of the wizard spell The fountain is not a place where you can come..."

"Great, teacher." Jonah exclaimed excitedly, "Our idea is correct. You must know where the artifact Olizunga is located, right."

The old man Koshava stood up slowly, hammering his waist and cursing: "I know, I really lost my life today, you bastard, the artifact is placed on the upper level of Ariane. Official Hall, I’ll find the road now." He walked two steps, bent down and wanted to break a tree root to use as a cane, but the root of the tree of life that has been dead for many years is tougher than steel, and the old man hums. He couldn't pull the twigs off, he cursed a few words angrily, and slowly climbed out of the fountain of life and out of the elf temple.

"Gah."

The master and apprentice were stunned by the scenery in front of them at the same time. From the outside, the remains of the tree city Arion is a withered, decayed, silent and silent place of death, but what appears in front of them is clearly a The prosperous and vibrant city, with the fruit of the tree of life hanging from the high dome, these golden nuts emit a soft light, illuminating every corner of the city. There are three roads extending far away from the elf sanctuary, the one on the left The pebble road leads to the living area of ​​the natural spirits (Koshawa turned his head to see the lush dense forest, the forest has a lake full of honey, a stream flowing with amber and an altar made of honey), and the stone road on the right is Go to the residential area of ​​the northern elves (Koshawar turned his head and saw countless rows of spire houses lined up in the rolling hills and carpet-like lawns. Those elegant and tidy colored houses seemed to have just been carefully maintained by the owner. The crystal windows are all shining), and the golden road on the front leads to the administrative area of ​​Arien, the tree city. The gold comes from the pavement and step decorations. Each step is inlaid with pure gold sheets engraved with Elvish sayings. Calculating the value of gold itself, the ingenious hollow decoration around the thin plate can become a rare work of art.

Koshava walked on the golden road. He looked up to the front. On the 144th steps, there was a large and magnificent complex of buildings. As the political, economic and cultural center of the northern continent, the tree city Ariane is everything The hometown, gathering place and arbitration house of magical creatures, the old Koshava who has read the historical materials can certainly recognize these famous and great buildings. The tall three-spire architect is the joint council of the three northern elves and the blue bird empire, etc. The three empires meet twice a year to resolve the internal disputes among the northern elves; the palace with a long white corridor is the gathering place for the elemental elves, where the big elves from the emerald tree live here, sending the precious fountain of life back to the elemental elves Hometown; and above the pavilions, the green arch closest to the dome of the city is the entrance to the Archon’s Hall. Legend has it that after the war, the artifact Olizonga was stored in the altar in the center of the Archon’s Hall and protected by the tree of life. stand up.

"Why Arion is so intact." Jonah said in amazement, "The last taboo magic of the Second Ancient War destroyed the entire northern continent. Arion is located in the center of the continent and is the first place to be hit. , Why does it look unscathed."

"How do I know." Koshava panted heavily, and walked up the steps along the golden road. "This looks like a small hotel where the owner left temporarily. Everything is well preserved, just waiting for the owner that day. Come back..."

The old man walked up the twenty steps, rested for a while, and then walked up. When passing through an arch, he unintentionally stretched out his hand to help, but his palm penetrated the arch pillar and caught a handful of air directly." What?" Koshava was stunned, the magnificent arches collapsed suddenly, turning into quicksand floating in an instant, Koshava couldn't help opening his mouth wide as he looked at the golden sand in his hands.

"It turns out that this is just an illusion." Jonah suddenly realized, "Teacher, this city has been completely destroyed by taboo magic. All the buildings have been turned into fly ash with the owner of the city. These are the trees of life. The tree of life, full of urban memories, used the energy of the last fountain of life to reshape all the streets, houses, lakes and palaces. They are already dead, and these illusions only barely retain their shape..."

"Damn it, that artifact is still in the same place." Koshava waved his hand, calmly moving on.

He walked through the cloister, and the white cloister turned into dust and disappeared behind him.

He walked past the palace, and the tall palace collapsed silently before his eyes.

He walked into the magnificent vision of Arion in the tree city and watched the weak wind brought by his clothes blow the city away.

Finally walked up the one hundred and forty-four steps. Koshava turned around and saw devastated ruins. The roots of the tree of life were rotting in the dark brown soil, and the air was floating with gorgeous golden fine sand. The distant city is still as beautiful as a mirage. If there is no wind blowing, everything will remain so beautiful forever, waiting quietly for the return of the owner.

Shaking his head, Koshava turned and walked into the green arch. "Ah, it looks okay." After a few steps, he said, "The buildings here have a sense of weight. Survived under the protection."

"Great, teacher." Jonathan replied.

The old man walked into the magnificent hall, walked through the empty hall, and walked to the altar in the center of the hall. Numerous vines penetrated the roof of the hall and stretched down, wrapping the altar into a large ball, and the light shot down from the broken roof and sprinkled On the obsidian altar, it turned into a shining spot of light. Through the cracks of the dry branches, Koshava saw what was in the center of the altar at a glance. He let out a long sigh, "Young man, today is our luck. Good day."