'"We have to rejoice that after leaving that damned place, there is finally a flat ground to rest on. Hawk's leg is broken. Lord Snan helped him cut off his bad leg. That old fellow scread in pain. His scream was even sharper than a woman's. He really laughed to death How should I pronounce this word?"
Under the light of the fire, Trisley was quiet as usual. Right now, her eyebrows were lowered, her expression was calm, and she didn't have the killing intent that she usually had. She moved the book to Ellen like a good student and pointed at one of the words.
Alan finished his al and took the book with a smile, "I'll read it."
Trisley smiled and didn't refuse. She hugged her legs, put her head on her knees, and looked at Alan.
Alan continued, "But I can't laugh now, because I see sothing strange on this flat land "
It was thick and big, and I suppose Hawk wouldn't have been able to carry it even when his leg was still there. Heavens, they're so thick, it takes two or three people to carry them. These rough things put together, I want to say that this kind of shape is definitely not natural. Usually, three stone strips were placed together, one horizontally and one horizontally. Below were two vertical stone strips as support. They ford sothing. So say symbols, but I think they look more like doors.
There are a total of three such "gates" that face the endless darkness of the west. I don't know who created this kind of thing, and I don't know what its aning is, but it is very suitable to be used as a symbol on the map. At this point, I have to say that I didn't na it the Gate of Sighs, I just called it the Gate of Sighs. However, what happened next made decide to use this na.
Speaking of which, it was already late when we arrived near the door. The ti hourglass pointed to the middle of the night. Lord Snan told everyone to rest on the spot. There was no better order than this, and the only regret was that I had to sleep with Hawk, whose broken leg slled of herbs so strong that I couldn't fall asleep. But my body was tired to death, so in this contradiction, I was finally unable to resist sleepiness and fell asleep.
After sleeping for an unknown amount of ti, I heard a sound and woke up.
It's singing, it's sobody's singing, a woman singing. In such a night, it is like a stream slowly flowing through my heart, singing is so gentle, gentle as the evening breeze slowly blowing. It appeared from ti to ti, as if it ca from a very far distance. Strangely, I don't understand the language she sings, and I'm sure it's not Agares' language. Don't look at like this, I'm actually half a language expert. There were many dialects on Agares, even seven or eight in the Great Wastelands. But no matter which language they speak, they have sothing in common with each other in pronunciation. I'm sure the woman singing is not in any known language because her pronunciation and intonation are very different from ours.
But no matter what, with that beautiful singing voice, even after so long, every ti I think of it, I will never forget it. But at that ti, apart from being intoxicated, I was also scared. I'm a coward, a bug, but I'm not an idiot. Even Lord Snan is extrely tired from walking to this plain. I don't think anyone else will be able to easily arrive here. Moreover, she was a woman, and she even had the mood to sing?
Here I try to record the lyrics of her song in homonyms in common language. Perhaps soone will know what language she is using in the future. --
Alan paused when he saw this. There were indeed a few aningless lines below. He read the words in Agares' language and didn't feel anything at first, but the more he read, the more he felt that sothing was wrong. This was because these pronunciations were 80% similar to Eboynes' words! Could it be that that woman was using the language of this ancient civilization? If that was the case, her identity would indeed be questionable.
Seeing Alan's peculiar expression, Trisley raised her head and said, "What's wrong? Is there sothing wrong?"
'"No" Alan shook his head. "I thought of sothing, but I'm not sure yet. Forget it. Let's see what happened to our Mr. Roddo first."
Tracy reached out and said, "I'll read it. Where did you see Oh, I found it."
If it weren't for the explorers who ca from the fringes like us, who would this woman be? Could it be a native of the Lost Realm? This mysterious land was actually inhabited by people. Whoever it is, I don't think it's that simple.
I'm going to shake Hawk up, but this guy is so tired. I guess even if I kill him now, he won't know that he will only die in a dream. I'd love to, but I don't mind thinking about it. It's not that I'm rciful, but Lord Snan will kill .
I left the tent alone, and then I saw the beauty of my life.
For those who are reading this book, you can't imagine how beautiful the sky of the Lost Realm is. The sky, which was always dark and occasionally filled with dangerous light, was strangely beautiful that night. As if the dim sky had disappeared, I saw the flickering fluorescence that filled the sky, just like the starry sky beneath the curtain of night elsewhere. When I was intoxicated by the beautiful scenery, I heard the sound of footsteps.
I saw her!
At first, I only saw a hazy shadow. It was as if she had co from a dream. She walked over from the middle of the three "doors". Behind the door was darkness, but her body was glowing in the darkness. Countless flickering lights scattered from every inch of her skin, illuminating the darkness. Even though I can no longer rember her appearance, I shall never forget her fair skin, and her beautiful bare feet on steel sand and gravel.
She's a goddess, the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my life. Even if she used up the most gorgeous words in the world, she could not praise her beauty. She passed through the door and walked towards . At that ti, I thought, if she wanted to take my life, I would go with her at will.
But I'm finally back.
She didn't take , she took the others. Of course, it was their lives. Of course she saw when I saw her. She smiled at with a hint of curiosity in her eyes. She did nothing but stand in the middle of the camp. Her beautiful fingers were naturally pulled in front of her, but a circle of darkness spread out beneath her feet.
Even now, I still rember. When she spread the darkness, she said to , "This is not the place for you to co, and I do not welco outsiders. So, I can only let you stay here forever."
At first I didn't understand what she ant by staying, but when I saw the circle of darkness she had spread climb up the tent and overflow our equipnt and guards, I understood. Regardless of whether it is the tent or anything else, apart from the things on the plains, other foreign things, including us, are disappearing. I saw more than one guard with my own eyes. When the darkness covered their bodies, they dissipated like sand. So I was wondering if this was how the gravel on the plains ca about.
The darkness climbed on my feet and I felt my body disappearing. At this mont, Lord Snan rushed out. He was worthy of being the strongest person in this team. His strength was fighting against the darkness. But for such a powerful person, I saw fear on his face. He pounced on the woman, wanting to attack her, but the woman did not know what thod she used. She only gently waved her hand. It's like sweeping away an annoying mosquito, and our Lord Snan is like a cloud of black smoke. Once he was blown away by the wind again, he completely disappeared.
I no longer knew fear, and my mind went blank until she asked, "Do you think I'm pretty?"
"Your beauty surpasses millions of galaxies, madam." I blurted it out.
She frowned slightly, "Madam?"
"No, miss," I changed my tone.
Then she laughed, waved her hand, and the darkness retreated from beneath my feet. She glanced at and said, "Go back and tell the others. I will allow you to move on the other side of the mountain, but no one is allowed to cross it. Otherwise, your companions will be their future."
She walked back. I knew she was leaving. When she was about to leave, the flickering sky above her head gradually returned to darkness. I wanted to keep her, as if it would be good to hear one more word from her, so I asked casually, "Why let go?"
She stopped and turned around. "No matter how beautiful things are, no one appreciates them. You know how to appreciate them, so I told you to go back. But don't co back again, because that condition is as effective for you as it is for you."
She's gone.
When she returned to the other side of the door, the darkness in the camp also disappeared. After retreating, I couldn't see any traces left. Everything disappeared, only I survived.
I'm lucky, because I can co back.
I was also unfortunate, because I was unable to stay. --
Seeing this, Alan closed the Book of Roddo. Judging from the description in this book, the woman Roddy t should be the sa as the one Alan t not long ago. '"When did Roddy co from?" Alan looked at Trisley.
"His book has been circulating for more than three hundred years. When do you think it was?" Tracy asked in a blink of an eye.
'"In other words, this woman hasn't aged for three hundred years, and it looks like she's probably been around for a long ti, at least before you've explored the Lost Realm, she already exists " Allen muttered.
"Isn't she also a supre being?" Trisley took a deep breath.
There was no answer to this question in Allen's heart.
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