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There were three legendary bards.
They were all monsters. They could cast legendary spells like wizards, master legendary battle skills like warriors, and escape into the shadow plane like thieves. These three legendary bards appeared in different times, but their abilities were all very terrible. As the most useless profession, they were the model of being good at everything, but there were some unreasonable monsters among the bards!
The Hellpoemer was one of them.
Legend has it that he was a Chanter before he fell, a believer favored by a god. Later, it was said that he was tempted by the Lord of Hell and finally became the incarnation of evil.
There weren't many records about the Hellpoemer, but his achievements were very glorious.
He killed a total of 16 legendary professions!
And he also created one of the three forbidden songs, [Revelation – Prelude to Hell]. It was said that this forbidden song had a total of six parts, and the power of each part was equivalent to an eighth level spell. If these six parts were combined, it would be the legendary [Hell's Descent], a very terrible legendary spell. He was one of the original legendary professions who was active during the Time of Troubles. He successfully killed three weak gods who had mastered music and used this as an opportunity to become an evil god who had mastered music.
The Hellpoemer was also a master of blasphemy. At that time, many people in the evil camp worked for him in exchange for power!
If what was written in this file was true, then he should have performed the first part of [Revelation – Prelude to Hell]. He used despair as a spiritual imprint into the minds of the audience present. If their will couldn't resist this power, they would feel endless despair and commit suicide. Søren had heard of the name Chanter City. It seemed to be a city far away. As for whether this happened, he didn't remember. At that time, he had never been to such a remote place.
There were many mysterious powers in this world.
Some existences had mastered domains that were completely beyond the imagination of mortals!
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The mistress fell silent for a moment. She looked at Søren and asked, "Are you leaving today?"
Søren gently nodded and replied, "Yes."
The mistress had a complicated expression on her face, and she looked at Søren with a hint of disgust. "Alright then. I'll go with you. "
"Ah?!" Søren raised his head in surprise. "Why?"
The mistress looked at him unhappily and said, "I'm worried about Vivian. You won't be able to protect her if she's in danger. I don't want to see her in danger because of your stupidity. If it wasn't for the fact that she really cares about you, I really want to teach you a lesson! "
Søren was speechless, but he could feel how much the mistress cared about Vivian.
There were some things that Soran could not say, as it was not the right time yet. However, the mistress of the merchant caravan was much friendlier than before. Her concern for the little girl was enough to make Soran have a good impression of her.
The mistress looked at him and said, "I'll send you all to the Elven Kingdom, then I'll teleport back to the North."
For a moment.
Søren wanted to tell her that the North was also the center of the Chaos, but he swallowed his words in the end.
Perhaps it would be better to reveal something to her when the time was right, when the believers of the other gods couldn't contact them. That would be the beginning of the Time of Troubles. It would take at least half a month to reach the Elven Kingdom, which would add up to a month. It was impossible for all the gods to not respond to the prayers of their believers for a month. By that time, many powerful organizations in the world would have realized that something had happened in the Elven Kingdom.
The silence lasted for two years, and many of the believers of the other gods began to panic.
Some of the priests of the evil gods even tried to hold evil rituals to attract the attention of the other gods, but it was to no avail. Many of the priests of the good gods also held large-scale celebrations. The Elven Kingdom even held a special ceremony to summon the consciousness of the Oak Tree, but it was to no avail. Søren clearly remembered the reason for this. This ceremony would summon the legendary Queen of the Dryads (Nature's Incarnation) and allow a mortal to copulate with her.
It was an ancient ceremony to heal the wounds of the forest.
"Wait here." The mistress glanced at Søren and walked towards the secret room. She then said in a low voice, "I need to prepare some things. Vivian needs to get ready as well. We'll leave at noon. "
Søren nodded and didn't say anything.
About half an hour later, the little girl's cute figure appeared in front of him. She was wearing her original clothes, and she was wearing a pair of clean moccasins. She walked up to Søren proudly and sat on his knees. She then raised her feet and said, "Look, big brother! Vivian has grown up a little! These shoes are just right for me. "
Søren didn't say anything and kissed her on the head.
There were some small trinkets on the little girl's body, but they didn't look like simple decorations. They looked more like Rare-grade items. Søren didn't doubt the wealth of a high-grade Northern Witch. She was definitely the typical rich and beautiful woman in this world, and she was even the ruler of a city. The Witch Council ruled most of the cities in the North, and the high-grade members among them owned a large amount of wealth.
When the mistress of the caravan appeared again, Søren was stunned.
It wasn't that there was anything special about her. In fact, the mistress of the caravan was only wearing an ordinary gray robe that almost covered her entire body. If he didn't look closely, he wouldn't even be able to tell if she was a man or a woman. However, the other party's attire gave him a sense of familiarity, as if he had seen him before.
Of course, he didn't mean when he was in Amber City or Whiterun. It was just an impression in his memory.
He thought about it carefully, but he still couldn't remember, so he put it aside for the time being. Some things couldn't be remembered completely. After all, it was easy to forget a short impression.
They set out at noon.
The mistress of the caravan had prepared a carriage. Many caravans had already left, and the road to Autumnfall had been cleared. However, there were still some scattered monsters in the wilderness, which was unavoidable. The Ancient Red Dragon was still building its nest, and it wouldn't cause any trouble for the next one or two months. For the time being, it was a relatively peaceful period.
That is, if the skinning incident didn't spread.
Whiterun was just like Amber City in the beginning. Panic was spreading in the city, and the Whiterun Guards, who had just experienced a great battle, were flustered and exasperated. It seemed that they couldn't wait to hang the Fallen. Thanks to the mistress of the caravan, they easily passed through the security check. Then, Søren started driving the carriage and brought them to Autumnfall. The carriage was specially custom-made. It was very stable and comfortable inside. One would not feel the slightest bump.
The mistress of the caravan lay lazily in the carriage, and there was a special incense beside her that smelled very good.
The little girl sat beside her, reading a book. She would ask the mistress if she didn't understand anything. Occasionally, she would look up at Søren in front of the carriage, and when she was bored, she would climb out and sit beside him, watching the scenery pass by. After watching for a while, she went back into the carriage and took out some exquisite snacks from her pocket. She put them into Sauron's mouth with a face of presenting a treasure.
Perhaps it was because there was an extra high-grade mage.
The journey this time was more like a vacation. The mistress of the caravan was always able to take out a lot of things out of thin air. She closed her eyes and dozed off while answering the little girl's endless questions.
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