Arcane Journey

Chapter 191 Prophecy

According to the instructions of the old dragon turtle, Brian and Helister came to the foot of the mountain to the west, which is where the magic chain is located.

This is an obsidian altar with a diameter of about five meters. A rusty chain extends from the center of the cracked altar, and is finally covered by thick yellow sand.

Brian walked carefully to the heavily weathered altar, examining the six-ring interlaced runes engraved on it.

He thought for a moment, then waved his hand lightly to the rusty chain.

A magical light appeared, and the chain became completely new, and the densely packed magic runes engraved on the connected iron rings could be clearly seen.

This is an arcane rune, a construction rune similar to a spell circuit. Its greatest use is to make magic items.

Arcanists of Netheril learned the mystical runes from Netherese scrolls to craft and enhance weaponry.

The most important thing is that these arcane runes inherited from Netherchrome scrolls are quite stable.

They can have special effects in many ways, and many advanced runes can even easily make legendary equipment.

Arcane runes are just like words. Seemingly ordinary runes, when combined together, can often produce unexpected effects.

Just like a Chinese dictionary, in the hands of people with outstanding literary talents, it can become poems and classics that have been passed down through the ages.

It is said that during the period of the Arcane Empire, there were thousands of such mysterious arcane runes, and every apprentice would come into contact with these runes and understand the meaning and usage of them, just like learning a language.

However, most arcanists have spent their entire lives working hard, and due to the limitations of their personal talents, they can only master one or two hundred at most.

Although Brian had learned and mastered more than a dozen arcane runes by chance, and deduced some good usages through the few runes, but I want him to remove the prohibition on the chain. It is obviously impossible to completely crack it.

"Did you encounter a problem?" Hellist asked with concern as she gently lifted the hem of her skirt and walked slowly to his side.

"That's right." Brian nodded slightly. After Hellist saw through his thoughts, he immediately recalled the boast he had just made in front of the old dragon turtle, and a touch of embarrassment floated on his face unconsciously.

That's why he couldn't let go when he was with Helliste.

Apart from the psionic aura involuntarily emanating from her legendary psion, which would give him an inexplicable sense of oppression, what frustrates him the most is that her mind-reading ability is very powerful.

The two often meet with one eye, and she can guess all her thoughts.

"Your expression is all written on your face." Helliste seemed to see through his thoughts at this time, and said in a soft voice with a slight smile, "I don't need to spend my time trying to figure it out."

"Okay." Brian met her peaceful eyes, shrugged helplessly, and walked down from the altar.

"Then do you know why it's so easy for me to see through your mind?" Hellist asked in a relaxed tone, flicking the ends of her hair.

"...The gap in strength." Brian glanced at her, thought carefully about the meaning of her question, and gave a fairly reasonable answer.

Helisite stared at him blankly, her eyes flickering with anticipation a few times, and finally nodded slightly, taking back what she wanted to say.

"The restriction can't be lifted, what do you plan to do now?" She asked curiously again, the breeze lifted her flowing long hair, and just when she turned around gracefully, a strand brushed against Brian's face.

"It can't be said that it is completely unsolvable."

The touch of the long hair on the face made Brian think of a gentle touch. He quickly came back to his senses, walked side by side with Helliste, and walked out of the valley, "Actually, there are still many ways to unlock the restriction. , but it will take a certain amount of time and cannot be completed at the fastest speed."

"How about... Let's go back to Silvermoon City and find some helpers for you." From the corner of her eyes, Hellist noticed Brian's slightly frowned brows, hesitated for a moment, and said what was in her mind.

"That's not necessary."

Brian shook his head slightly, stretched his brows, and said indifferently: "Even if I want to find help, I will come to find it. How can I let you do it. However, we can handle this kind of thing by ourselves, and there is no need to owe others favor."

In fact, he could really find a helper, for example, he could go to Arabe City and invite the duchess over.

However, as he said, there is no need for that at all, because he has other ways.

He first looked up at the sunny sky, then met Helisite's confused gaze, stretched out his hand to show her his ancient ring, and said with a smile:
"Did you forget this piece of equipment? As long as it gets dark, I can set up a cleavage circle on the altar, and then use the power of the stars to activate the starlight on the ring to dispel it, and the restriction of the chain will naturally be solved."

The cracking magic circle is equivalent to a legendary cracking spell released by a mage in the legendary field.

The only drawback of this method is that it needs to consume nearly 10 worth of materials and rare gems when arranging the magic circle.

Thinking of the wealth he had found in Blingdenstone, Brian felt that he could not afford to squander it.

"So that's the case, I did forget about it." Helisite nodded lightly, and the corners of her mouth curled into a faint smile involuntarily.

"I've observed it a long time ago. There are a lot of superhuman monsters here." Brian stood on a sand dune and asked her for advice, "Would you like to go with me to clean up these monsters while it's still early , we'll come back when it gets dark."

A juvenile human devourer with at least [-] experience points, he would naturally not let go of Helisite's chance to be by his side to accumulate as much experience as possible.

After all, if his arcanist level is raised by one level, he will be able to start the seven-ring spell.

However, when he finished saying this, he suddenly regretted it a little.

Because he suddenly remembered that when he and Helisite were looking for a ruin in the desert of the small world, he seemed to have said the same words.

At that time, because she asked her to lure the monsters for him, there was a small misunderstanding, which caused the Psion Warlock who was obedient to him to give him a cold and pretty face along the way.

Evidently, Helisite recalled those things too.

She didn't directly nod in agreement, but looked at him for a long time with inexplicable eyes.

Until he felt a little uneasy and wanted to take back these words, he noticed that Helisite slowly put on the hood to cover her beautiful face, and nodded slightly at him.

Brian had the illusion that he seemed to see a fleeting playfulness in her eyes.

Thinking back to what Hellist had looked like, he couldn't believe his eyes.

Afterwards, he grabbed her hand that was stretched out towards him, and helped her walk down the rugged sand dunes, and walked towards the depths of the desert together.

In this way, time passed amidst the wailing of the supernatural human devourer.

When the last light of dusk disappeared over the western horizon, Brian and Helliste arrived at a relatively high sand dune.

They sat in a shelter surrounded by an opaque khaki hemisphere.

Brian simply prepared some bread, cheese, fruit, and some drinks, intending to replenish his exhausted energy, so he used the power of starlight to undo the old dragon turtle's restraint.

"Brian, I found that you seem to know many things about the future like the back of your hand."

Hellist ate a piece of bread in small bites, took out a delicate wine bottle filled with golden yellow liquid, and said to Brian who was sitting beside her.

She is leaning against a rock with a book on her lap that she carries with her.

"Although in our small world, every time you do something, you will make a detailed and meticulous plan." She closed the book and put it away, thought for a while and added:
"But you've never been so adept at giving orders to gnomes or looking for golems in the world of Toril."

After Brian set the restrictions against wind and sand and sound insulation, he sat next to her and leaned against the rock behind him with her, "You can think that I have temporarily grasped some ability to predict the future."

"It's unlikely."

Helisite unscrewed the cork, took a sip of the golden wine, and shook her head slightly, "Even the gods can't guarantee that they can predict accurate future events."

She thought for a moment, her beautiful eyes flickered slightly, and said tentatively, "I suspect that your ability is related to the power of some kind of time rule."

"But..." After thinking about it carefully, she felt that her thoughts were too exaggerated, so she said in an uncertain tone:

"I heard with my own ears from the Queen of the Silver Moon Dragon that the time law of Toril's world is firmly in the hands of some of the greatest beings, stronger than the God of Time, and in the end it just became an absolute The clockwork of order, the mechanical realm of nirvana."

"If you don't understand it, then don't think about it." Brian didn't want to discuss this issue too much, and touched his deepest secret, so he subconsciously looked up at the clear sky and sighed involuntarily.

"After all, the world is very big, just like the vast starry sky, it will not be radiant because of the existence of a star, nor will it be overshadowed by the absence of a star."

In fact, hearing Helliste's question, even he himself began to doubt his identity.

Although he didn't seem to care at all on the surface, his doubts about his identity were hidden in the deepest part of him, something he didn't dare to mention, and didn't want to mention.

After all, his strength is obtained through the system. If the system disappears inexplicably one day, will the strength he possesses also be...

He didn't dare to continue imagining, so he could only face the reality with the mentality of what comes and goes.

Of course, you have to keep a few more eyes on your unknown journey.

You know, this feeling is a hundred times and a thousand times stronger than when he was advanced as an arcanist when he was raised by the goddess of magic to abolish his own arcane fire.

Every time he thought of this, a chilling chill would creep up his back unconsciously.

This reminded him of a sentence involuntarily: I once picked up a beam of light, it was warm, beautiful, hot, and I gave up everything, bruised and bruised, just to hold on to the only light in this dark night.Later, when it was dawn, that beam of light was going to go to its sun...

"You're right, Brian."

Helisite took a sip of the wine, handed him the remaining half bottle, and said to him in a soft tone, "After all, there is no flower, there is no flower at the beginning, and there is no flower until the end. Still a flower."

Brian took the wine she handed over and looked at her without saying a word.

"Actually, in my life, I have spent more than half of my time in silence and waiting." She stretched out her delicate fingers, brushed a strand of hair hanging on her forehead, and sighed softly.

"Then what are you waiting for?" Brian asked with a smile when he saw a touch of sadness gradually appearing on her beautiful face.

Smelling the mellow wine, he seemed to have guessed something, and then took a sip tentatively.

Immediately, this bottle of honey wine made from hundreds of kinds of nectar seemed to open the valve of his memory, pulling him into the vortex of time, the scene in front of him reversed rapidly, and the people and things around him gradually overlapped.

In a trance, he seemed to have returned to the short time when he grew up in the forest of elves.

"I'm waiting for the departure." Helliste said softly, her reddish cheeks looked more like she was expressing her thoughts in her heart through the slightly drunkenness:
"That feeling is like the gears of time turning slowly, until there is a loud noise, I look up, and in the fragments of memories, the ordinary and usual encounters are shining with dazzling light, which makes my memory profound."

Brian looked at her helplessly.

He knew that she had committed the sentimental problem again, or she was drunk by the palm-sized half bottle of honey wine.

From this, it can be seen how unbearable this Psionist's drinking capacity is.

Faced with this situation, he chose to remain silent, sipping the fine wine in the bottle to himself.

"Actually, I'm curious, have you ever seen the future of our world?" Helisite seemed to be struggling for a long time, and finally couldn't help asking this question, which was a bit sensitive to her.

"I didn't see it." Brian drank the rest of the wine in the bottle and said indifferently:

"Although I haven't seen what the future will look like, I know that when the sky is dark enough, the stars will shine brightly. Just follow your own heart and go on. There is nothing to worry about."

This is indeed his mentality at the moment. If he really can't save the small world he was born in, as long as he has worked hard and achieved a clear conscience, it is enough for him.

However, when he finished speaking, he noticed an imperceptible look of disappointment on Helisite's slightly sad face.

Obviously, it was because she didn't get the answer she wanted from him, or he probably guessed what she was thinking.

Brian stared at her and was silent for a while, secretly weighing whether he should say the following words or not.

After hesitating for a moment, he stared at Helisite with eyes full of sincerity, stretched out his hand to brush away her long silver hair that fell down her cheek, gently stroked her cold face, and said softly:

"Heliste, although I haven't seen the future, please remember that I was your admirer in the past, and now you are my preacher, so I have already made up my mind in my heart that I want to be Your eternal guardian."

When Hellist heard this, her expression was shocked, she raised her slender white hand unconsciously, and took Brian's hand that was sticking to her face.

She stared blankly at him for a long, long time with beautiful eyes full of long experience and wisdom, but hesitated to speak.

Although she didn't say anything, she didn't ask anything, but her gaze full of deep meaning made the reflection in her eyes read out thousands of meanings.

She leaned forward, away from the rock she was leaning against, and leaned gently on Brian's body, leaning quietly in his arms.

Brian had mixed feelings in his heart. He felt that her fingers naturally slipped into his hand, intertwined with his fingers, and intertwined tightly, as if they wanted to connect their hearts tightly.

He saw the soft and delicate body in his arms gently closed his eyes, as if he had opened up everything about her, body, mind and intuition.

Smelling the refreshing fragrance, his fingertips slid across her loose long hair, gently stroking her cat-like soft back, sliding down the curve, and tightly hugging her slender waist.

In this close breath, he couldn't help looking at her delicate face, gradually fascinated by her extraordinary beauty, forgetting his goal at the moment, and could only look at her like a demon.

For a moment, it seemed that his love of magic was overshadowed.

As night fell, the sky was full of stars and dense.

Accompanied by bursts of loud bangs, Oglul, the terrestrial dragon tortoise, transformed into a white-haired old man, appearing in front of Brian and Herrist.

"Thank you little master for your help. Oglul will abide by the contract and serve you for a thousand years." The old dragon turtle in a gray robe bowed deeply to Brian and said respectfully.

"You're welcome, Oglul."

Brian raised his hand and said to him with a smile, "Actually, I'm curious why you agreed so neatly when I put forward the conditions."

Just as he deduced, when the sky was densely covered with stars, the cleavage array he arranged could easily release the dragon turtle's chains with the cooperation of the Chuangu ring.

Hellist on the side also cast her curious eyes on the hunchbacked old man in front of her.

"To tell you the truth, my little master." The old dragon tortoise moved its rickety body, as if it was regaining control of its body.

"I am a land-born dragon tortoise who has lived for 630 years. In my life, besides manipulating the power of the earth element, my best ability is my divination. I like to use my turtle shell for divination."

"Prophecy?" Brian looked at him in surprise, he didn't expect the other party to have this unique skill.

This kind of prophecy is not the prophecy school of wizards or the spiritual prophecy department of psionists, but a means of divination for the future.

After all, divination needs to pay a price.

A seer or sage who often uses divination or divination will have a shorter lifespan than others.

In fact, it is not their lifespan that is reduced by the prophecy, but their life energy. In the words of players, it is blood volume (HP).

Lifespan can be restored by many means, but not life energy that is permanently lost.

Because of the consumption of life energy, people will look older. When the prophet is aged to a certain extent, even if he has the ability of immortality, he will die of aging.

"That's right, it's the prophecy." The old dragon turtle said truthfully:

"Although I can't predict your future, as if you didn't exist in this world at all, but I have been trapped here for more than a dozen centuries, and I have been divining my own fate almost every few years."

"So, your prophecy predicts that you will be rescued, isn't that true?" Bryan said his guess, and suddenly found that it is very appropriate to use it on the other party.

He thought that he had successfully recovered a capable general through his foresight ability. Who would have thought that the other party had already predicted his thoughts and waited patiently for him.

Sure enough, none of the prophets or sages who are proficient in divination and prophecy is a fuel-efficient lamp.

"That's right, little master." The old dragon turtle saluted him respectfully.

"I think... this title of 'little master' should be removed in the future. It sounds very awkward." Brian frowned and offered his own suggestion to Dragon Turtle.

"Okay, then I will call you Lord Lord from now on."

The old dragon turtle smiled and said: "You are just like my first master, you also care about your age so much. After all, in the eyes of a long-lived race like us, your age is just a matter of raising your eyelids and sleeping." Thing of the past."

"The first master?"

Brian raised his curiosity, "So, you once served other arcanists in Netheril, so how did you end up like this?"

"Not only have I served Arcanists, but I have also been the manager of a floating city."

The old dragon tortoise showed nostalgia, "Unfortunately, in the year when the storm broke out, Felin Mokui's spell shot down the floating city Lauda Tiss and Tilan Derossel, and I was also in the ruins Captured by the rival of the dead first master, he became his prisoner."

"I see." Brian nodded thoughtfully.

At the same time, I also understood why the old dragon turtle in front of me became an excellent manager under the open lord of Waterdeep City after being rescued in the game world. It turned out that the other party had such rich experience.

Thinking of this, he has secretly assigned a suitable position to the old dragon turtle.

Then, led by the old dragon turtle, they walked towards the cave where the golem was hiding.

(End of this chapter)