Chapter 1191 Elf Legends: Why Did It Explode Before We Arrived?

What, you still want to go fishing for gold?

The gold in this lake is dedicated to the gods! You’ve already given it away, and you still want to fish it out?

How short of gold are you? If you are really short of gold, why don’t you get it from the treasury——

No, no, no, the gold in the temple's treasury also belongs to the gods. After it is given away, they have to arrange for it to be excavated, smelted, and cast. At least they don't have to worry about fishing out the gold from the lake...

The high priest is really full of complaints. However, during the sacrifice process, she couldn't answer her, so she could only nod slightly and signal with her eyes. Hey, I am an honored guest of the Sun God. Who knows if the Sun God is willing to give it to me?

They struck gold disks, they played instruments, they sang prayers. Over and over again, back and forth, there was still no news from the Sun God. Hey, what's going on?

Is the Sun God seriously injured?

Or are you having a lively fight with two legends and have no time to talk to each other for a while?

Or maybe it just exploded and is still in electromagnetic chaos? This is possible. In my impression, after the Big Ivan explosion, the electromagnetic pulse wave caused a full hour-long radio communication window...

As for the mushroom cloud just now, if it was the reason he imagined, then the communication should be restored within an hour at the latest - ahem, your sun god's hand rub can't be stronger than Ivan the Great, right?

As for when the communication will be restored, this can be tested. By the way, among the various communication magics of the Parliament, which ones use electromagnetic waves as a means of communication?

It's a shame that I don't study hard and just improvise. For this kind of thing, you have to ask Senior Brother - Hey, where did Archmage Baierbo go? Why, along the lake shore, we almost went out for a mile... Throw a communication spell and ask first...

"Zi——"

Okay, it's very disruptive. Gretel shrugged to the high priest:

"It seems that we may not be able to contact you for a while. Otherwise, you guys can pray later?"

The high priest's face became increasingly pale, and the sweat on his forehead became more and more intense, but he did not stop praying. Seeing that he couldn't ask any questions, Cerira finally became a little impatient:

"Hey, otherwise I'd better go and ask!"

"Don't!" Gretel quickly grabbed her:

"I don't know what's going on over there! Senior brother, I won't let him go, let alone you! Otherwise, why don't you try to fish out the king first? - By the way, the water is so cold, can you hold on? "

"No problem!" Cerela jumped into the water with a smile:

"It's nothing cold! The sea water at my aunt's place is much colder than here!"

……that's true. The cold breath of the silver dragon is an unknown number of degrees colder than this water that has not even frozen yet. Only the liquid nitrogen and liquid helium separated by magicians can crush it - just melted water from snow mountains, for Sai Rui La, it’s not a problem at all.

"Don't dive! Don't rush to find gold!"

Grete tried her best to shout and watched her go away. A ray of silver light moved straight forward, then suddenly sank and disappeared under the blue waves. Gretel smiled and shook his head, and continued to treat patients and save people. Not long after, the water on the shore of the lake made a sound, and the waves were turbulent, rushing towards him:

"Come on—here!"

Crisp, high-pitched shouts echoed along the shore along with the sound of water. Gretel suddenly turned around and saw silver light shining, a large square piece of ice being rolled up by the waves and pushed ashore:

In the middle of the ice, with his hands and feet pricked, there lay... uh... barely a person. A deep sword mark almost split it in half, and it was barely held together by the cold ice.

As for the contents of the abdominal cavity, part of it remained near the body and in the ice. It was obvious that the silver dragon girl was impatient to collect and fill it back for him, so freezing the visible part in the ice was her greatest kindness.

"Well done, Serira!"

Gretel gave her a thumbs up and praised her loudly. Serila laughed happily and slapped the water again, causing a pearl-like splash:

"I'm going to swim again! Take a shower!"

"Don't go diving!"

"Know it!"

The shining silver light turned back and left. The high priest breathed a sigh of relief and quickly ordered people to lift and transport the ice cubes and hand them over to the nobles. After a round of tossing and praying again, I finally contacted the Sun God:

"My god has an oracle! Great victory! Great victory! Great victory!"

The high priest raised his scepter high and announced the exciting news. For a time, there were cheers on the shore of the lake. The priests blew cheerful triumphal hymns to praise the sun god's bravery; the warriors raised their weapons to the sky and shouted at the top of their lungs.

The sound was so loud that even Serila, who was swimming in the lake, couldn't help but poke her head out to take a look.

"Oracle: Those two offenders have been killed by him and turned into ashes! The existence of blasphemy and the existence of killing kings will not leave any trace in this world!"

The triumphal song was played for the second time. The priests and warriors solemnly chanted:

"Great Sun God! Mighty Sun God! You are the Lord of the Sky, the Lord of the Creator Gods. Your enemy was burned by the fire. It fell into the fire and ceased to exist!"

The atmosphere was solemn and cheerful. Even the injured whom Gretel was treating stood up unsteadily and tried their best to pay tribute to the sun god. Gretel stood up straight as a native, and paid attention. When the hymn was finished, the high priest shouted for the third time:

"Oracle: Those two intruders are just the most powerful among the sinners! They also brought a group of wild dogs and robbers to break into our country and invade our people! All warriors, attack with all your strength and kill them Those hateful sinners!”

As soon as the order was given, the side of the holy lake immediately became noisy. The priests were busy packing their bags and preparing to return to the royal capital. The nobles and warriors quickly packed their weapons, summoned their servants, and organized their teams.

It is rare for the Sun God to issue a direct oracle. If he can achieve military exploits this time, even if the throne has nothing to do with him, he will at least receive more rewards, land and slaves, and even be promoted by divine grace and given more powerful power!

After everyone went to work, the high priest turned his attention to Gretel and nodded slightly. Gretel quickly approached, and Archmage Baierbo also quickly put away various measuring instruments and rushed closer.

There was a splash in the lake, and Serira jumped out of the water, throwing out a rainbow-colored drop of water from her long hair. She stood next to Gretel in a flash:

"How about it?"

"My God's will, the battle between Him and the invaders has ended, no help from distinguished guests is needed." Towards Gretel and others, the high priest's attitude was much more equal, and he was not condescending at all:

"Of course, if the distinguished guest wants to take a look, that is definitely possible. Although there is actually nothing to see... under the light of my god, the two intruders have turned into ashes..."

It's a good thing he didn't say it. As soon as he said this, Archmage Baierbo was gearing up and was about to leave immediately. Gretel couldn't stop him, nor did he want to stop him, so he could only drag him and tell him:

"Remember to set up the defense! Be sure to set it up! Especially the one we put on when we entered the elven secret realm, the defense against the rays of the secret realm!"

"Don't forget about the cloud chamber exploration! Take out a few more tubes that can beep, and start testing them 100 kilometers away!"

"If possible, talk to the sun god about how he caused such a big explosion - senior brother, you must not try it yourself! Stop him and don't let him try again!"

"Do you think the explosion of the Sun God is related to the elf secret realm?"

Archmage Baierbo's face immediately turned serious. It would be great if it is relevant. If you find out its principle, the Council will have a powerful weapon - a weapon that can instantly destroy legends!

The number of legends currently owned by the Parliament is less than two-thirds compared to that of the Glorious Holy See! If there weren't still barbarians, orcs, vampires, and various forces dragging down the Holy See, the balance between the two sides would have been broken long ago!

"I'm not sure." Gretel shook his head slightly. The Sun God is a demigod. Who knows what wonderful tricks a demigod has?

"It's just that, after all, we are coming back from the center of the secret realm. If strong radioactivity can be detected at the scene, then there is a slight possibility - but senior brother, that weapon is very dangerous!"

"There is no launch, no distance increase, simply put, without suitable vehicles and delivery methods, the caster will die faster than the opponent!"

The more Archmage Baierbo listened, the brighter his eyes became. Finally, he nodded solemnly, turned around and left. Gretel followed and shouted:

"Flying Technique! Flying Technique! Don't teleport! It has just been blown up. Teleportation is very dangerous!"

"I know this better than you!" Archmage Baierbo shouted back and jumped up. Well, although I am very happy to be cared for by my junior brother...

However, in a place that has just experienced a spell war, the spell environment is chaotic, so it is best not to teleport. Isn't this common sense?

Does he need to shout like this at the top of his lungs?

This little guy still needs to make up for his mistakes. He advances too quickly and his foundation is unstable...

Archmage Baierbo shook his head, launched his advanced flying technique, and flew away in the air. When I was flying high in the sky, I suddenly turned my head and saw that very far to the west, facing the ocean, a small dot was breaking through the clouds and rising rapidly.

"What is this... a flying monster? Or some kind of strong man who saw the movement?" He muttered and used the Eagle Eye Technique on himself. However, the distance was too far and we still couldn't see clearly, so we could only speed up.

In any case, Viracocha, the sun god, is always on his side. He just goes to take a look nearby and comes back after taking a look. There shouldn't be any big problems...

To the west, the small dot that Archmage Baierbo saw flapped its wings vigorously and rose rapidly. It wasn't until it rose above the clouds and the golden sunshine shone on it that it was fully revealed:

That's a boat. A boat with a slender body, pointed ends, and graceful arcs. On the bow of the ship stood a handsome middle-aged elf, holding his hands on the side of the ship, facing the direction of the rising mushroom cloud, with a worried look on his face:

"Why did there suddenly be such a big explosion again?...Our secret realm will not be affected, right?"

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