Chapter 633 An Unknown Premonition

"That is……"

Nelson looked at the end of the sky, and the billowing thick clouds were raging on the ground. They surrounded the Temple of Apollo, like a herd of beasts crowded together, roaring and wanting to tear everything in sight to pieces and bite and kill.

He took out a brass telescope from his pocket and looked towards the sky through the gap between the pillars. The boundary between the sky and the sky is like the half of the Chu River and the Han border. With the temple as the center, it is a perfect circle that can no longer be standard. over their heads.

Birds do not want to get close to the dark clouds. A group of chickadees that intrude recklessly just touch the clouds, they are swallowed by the flashing green light in the clouds, lose their lives and fall to the ground.

Nelson recalled the appearance of Berlin before departure, how similar it is now, except that the dark clouds there are still difficult to form under the resistance of people. Yun is like a ferocious grimace, showing a terrifying threat.

In 1945, Haierbo had written himself into the magic system as originally planned. For two thousand years, he has been intercepting the recovered power from the black magic that people use time and time again. His magic has been impeccable, and as long as the black magic exists, he has inexhaustible power.

Compared with his black magic, mystery is his true invincibility. The history of more than two thousand years ago is full of exaggerated and ignorant legends. The real history is hidden in those epics and exaggerated legends. No one knows about him. No one knows his purpose, no one knows his strengths and weaknesses.

That's why Nelson came here across time, he had to find a way in history to truly defeat Haierbo.

"Have you ever made any prophecy about Haierbo, Pythia?"

Nelson looked behind the curtain and asked in a deep voice.

"I can not,"

Pythia lifted the curtain, gave Nelson a deep thoughtful look, and shook his head, "I can't predict his fate, you may not understand his power, he has my eyes Unbearable power, my prophecy is difficult to see through his fate... Moreover, since then, he has deliberately slaughtered everyone who claims to have the ability of a prophet, maybe I am the only remaining prophet on the peninsula. "

"Since then?" Nelson keenly captured the important nodes in Pythia's discourse, and asked, "Since what?"

"since……"

Pythia opened his mouth slightly, but his expression hesitated for a moment, and he swallowed back the words: "A lot of things happened between me and him. As you can see, this only city-state that has not fallen has recovered under my protection. I will not be poisoned, but I can stay here passively, fate sent you here, maybe just to defeat him."

"Since you are so powerful, and you can't understand Haierbo's actions, why don't you go to him for a duel?" Tom asked naturally, his eyes were attracted by the half-pasted gold foil on the wall, and he walked away with his feet reckless In the past, Nelson couldn't even hold him back.

"Why do you think I'm so powerful?" Pythia asked back, "I'm just a priest who was manipulated by others. He didn't set foot here because I told him that I want to live under the sun."

"Are you familiar with Hai Erbo?"

Tom stroked the gold-rimmed decorations in the temple and asked curiously.

"He and I are old acquaintances. At that time, he was still a slave in the southern city-state. Because he was born with the ability to talk to snakes, he was exhibited by the owner as a god-given artwork. The magic power against poison, in order to prove this point, he often put Hai Erbo in a big tank full of poisonous snakes to sell his antidote, I also saw him in an exhibition... I My father made a living by fishing at sea, and one day, his owner approached my father and wanted to buy a batch of highly poisonous fish from the Aegean Sea from my father."

Pythia's face showed a look of reminiscence, and thick smoke with a sulfur smell continued to float out of the cracks at her feet, and her eyes and tone of voice in the smoke were even more blurred.

"Women and children are not allowed to go to sea. There is an oral tradition among boatmen and fishermen. The gods will let the sirens punish those who break the rules, but my father comes from the mountains in the north, where war is more believed. God, he also stayed in the city-state where I lived when I was young through war, so every time I go to sea, I will take me and hide me secretly in the cabin, and when there are no fishing boats around, I will be released to play with the sea, Pythia was stunned, waved his hand to disperse the thick fog that had covered his face, coughed lightly, and said, "Sorry, I got off topic, Master Haierbo's order amount is attractive, and only a superb fisherman like my father dares to do so." He dived into the bottom of the sea to catch those poisonous deep-sea fish, and he took me away quickly. He hid me in the cabin and lifted the anchor. Not long after I went out to sea, I saw Haier crawling out of a wooden barrel Wave."

"Impressive encounter," Nelson took out a pen and paper to record quickly, "Did he use magic to escape from his master?"

"Yes, that wooden barrel was sent by his master. My father told him that if you want to trap poisonous fish in the deep sea, you must use a poisonous snake as bait," Pythia nodded, "Helbo knows He will be soaked in the water with the poisonous fish to be exhibited next time. He can't talk to the fish, so he begged the snakes to help him escape. Later we learned that the ability to talk to snakes is an extremely rare magic. .”

Tom gritted hiss and asked, "Is that so?"

"Ah?" Pythia almost stood up in surprise when she heard the Parseltongue, she held on to the armrest tightly and looked at Tom, scrutinized his face carefully, and asked, "Could it be... is it his?" offspring?"

Tom shook his head.

"That's right, you're not like him," Pythia saw something, averted his gaze, hid himself behind the curtain again, and continued in a low voice, "Father was going to send that man's property back, but in the second One day, he was bitten by a poisonous snake that escaped from the barrel, and he repeatedly challenged the laws of the sea, and finally died at sea."

Pythia told the story lightly, as if her father's tragedy was the story of a stranger, and after she finished speaking, she was silent for a long time, and Nelson and Tom couldn't see her expression through the curtain.

"Shouldn't you immediately suspect that this snake was sent by Helbo, who can speak Parseltongue, to kill your father?" Tom asked, "Why do you think this is the sea's revenge?"

"..."

Pythia still didn't speak, Nelson could feel the turbulent confusion and entanglement behind the curtain, he realized that Pythia was not ignorant of the ability of Parseltongue, she was just avoiding this question blindly, he patted Tom's With the back of his hand, he signaled him not to speak any more.

After a long time, she finally spoke, but the story has jumped to a few days later.

"I didn't realize it at that time... I just thought he was a boy who was lucky to survive among the snakes," Pythia's tone could not hear the slightest ups and downs of emotion, "I don't know how to sail, He can't either, we just stay in the boat and drift with the wind, away from the coast day by day, my father was thrown out of the boat in a wave, and we survived day after day by eating bait and snakes in wooden barrels , I don’t know how many days I’ve been floating on the sea, I’m confused every day, sometimes it’s daytime when I open my eyes, sometimes it’s night when I open my eyes, he has become the only person I can rely on, for him...me too. "

"Tsk, a touching love story," Tom whispered next to Nelson at a volume that only the two of them could hear, "This is the most vulgar story I've heard in more than ten years... no, more than two thousand years. "

"Actually, it's easy to understand," Nelson responded with the same small voice. "What kind of culture can you expect ancient people to have? Or two children, her father was bitten to death by a snake, and she herself may have realized that Who did it, but for a little girl, the only support at sea is gone, and she is surrounded by a poor murderer, the murderer who killed her father, and someone who can protect her like her father. These elements are stacked together, and empathy can be normal But that's all."

"You seem to be very experienced?" Tom raised his eyebrows. "I thought it was a love story, but it turned out to be a horror story... It's really twisted."

"One day, as usual, I was very hungry and passed out. In my dream, I saw the boat stranded on a beach. It was a small island with few people. The island was full of berries. There was a creek," Pythia continued, not hearing Tom and Nelson whispering, "but when I woke up, we were still in the boat, wrapped in waves, panicked, and I told him about myself At that time, neither of us realized that I got the revelation of the oracle in the dream, and the sea punished my father, but left mercy to us."

"And then you arrived at the island you saw in your dream?"

"That's right," Pythia responded immediately, "During those few days, I dreamed of that island every day, and I even remembered the route I took in the dream. I pushed through the thorns and went deep into the island. A smoky volcano, a group of people like us who do not belong to any city-state live there. That day I was washed up on the island in a coma as usual, but he did not simply land on the island to explore the way as in the previous dream. Instead, it woke me up excitedly and told me that we were really saved."

"Well, people like you..."

Nelson made a few more notes in his notebook.

"I can't tell whether I'm in a dream or in reality. In fact, I've been drifting between dreams and reality for these years. My life is more real than reality, full of oracles that I don't want to hear. There was a hint of pain in Pythia's voice, and the sound of air-conditioning came from behind the curtain, "I repeated the route I have experienced countless times in my dreams, crossing the beach, passing through the bushes, and following a familiar road. I walked up the active volcano... He was very surprised, because I was like a local familiar guide, the thorns along the way made our feet bloody, and the pain told me that this was not a dream, although it was exactly the same as in the dream , at the end of the journey between dreams and reality, we arrived at the small city-state built by people like us who live alone. Only then did I know that he and I are children left by God on the earth with divine power... ...of course you call it magic."

"Hogwarts!"

Nelson and Tom glanced at each other and called out the name of Hogwarts at the same time. The city-state on this small island is obviously a magic school like Hogwarts.

"The people there are full of strange things. For the first time, I know that besides the peninsula, there is a vast land and a huge population in this world. Both snake language and prophecy are supernatural powers that ordinary people do not possess. More than two hundred years ago, there was a Soldiers with the mission of finding the golden apple arrived here and established this city-state belonging to the exiles. Under the inspiration of fate, more and more people with divine power gathered here to study and try to control it together in ignorance. own power."

"If there is a chance, can you take us there to see?"

"I'm afraid not, it has disappeared under the eruption of the volcano... People have different opinions on the use of this power, and the methods used are different. Some people don't believe in gods, so let's call them magic power for the time being. The spell that creates or changes things is called magic." Pythia opened the curtain and walked out, "I noticed that you are using a wand similar to Haierbo, using standard gestures and spells to cast spells. It seems that our The hard work has not been in vain, in the future, you should have formed a unified standard."

"That's right," Nelson nodded. "In the future, schools will be established around the world to accept wizards and teach magic. Wizards live under their own order. Of course—"

He stopped talking, spread his hands, shrugged, and said nothing more.

"Of course this order will cease to exist, will it?"

"Huh? Did you predict it?"

"No, you have almost the same eyes as him..." Pythia sighed, and said, "You are like him, your eyes are full of challenges to order and the ambition to create a new order, and you have enough to make it Putting the power into practice, are you also slaves in the future?"

"Huh?" Tom pointed to himself, looked at Nelson again, and laughed, "There were no slaves at that time."

"At least not in the written rules," Nelson added.

"That's it."

Pythia nodded, and just as she was about to continue, the temperature suddenly dropped by a few degrees. The three of them looked to the south at the same time, and a group of corrupt crows were rapidly advancing towards the temple like a thick cloud. When you look closely, you will find that those crow-like things are actually a group of skinny monsters in tattered black robes!

The boundary of the perfect circle was broken. Nelson and Tom raised their wands at the same time. They looked at each other with vigilance in their eyes, but at the same time they had the confidence to fight against Hai Erpo, who had not yet stood on top of black magic.

"Change your clothes and hide in the city."

Pythia narrowed his eyes, hiding his panic, "I'll hold him back."

Nelson didn't understand why she trusted him so much, and why she cooperated so much in the interrogation of a prisoner just now. He asked urgently: "Do you have any plans? Do you know his weaknesses? What strengths have you accumulated that you can use?" ?"

"The oracle told me that I would wait for a traveler from the future."

"Then what?!"

Nelson asked loudly, and the hands of the two were not idle. Two spells, one black and one white, were entangled and rushed towards the approaching crows.

"Then... you guys will help me."

"Then what?!!"

Nelson raised his voice, and he had a sense of foreboding.

Sure enough, Pythia did not speak.

A strange smile appeared on Tom's face. He grabbed Nelson who was stunned, and the figures of the two disappeared immediately. When he landed, he teased: "And then there is nothing."

"Damn it!" Nelson clenched his fist and slammed it against the railing in front of him. A loud "bang" attracted everyone's attention. Only then did he realize that he was standing on the stands of the amphitheater. "I thought we were here to copy the answer!"

"I didn't expect that we were here to write a draft."

Tom's expression also quickly stinks.