Walking across the suspended stone bridge, they arrived at the back of the Xiao Mountain Monastery.
This place was more dilapidated than the front, and there were a few dark caves leading to nowhere.
Ma Wen's heart slightly moved. He observed carefully and found that the cave in the center was often visited.
The other entrances were covered in dust, as if no one had walked in for a long time.
As far as she knew, Koen, the swordsman, lived in seclusion in the entire back of the mountain.
This should be the place.
After all, this wasn't Fernand, but the Dead Continent, the most deserted place in the world.
With a hint of awe, Ma Wen didn't rush in with his night vision. Instead, he lit a candle and slowly walked into the cave.
Someone who could talk to Professor Copper Dragon as an equal was naturally not an ordinary person.
Ma Wen knew a little about the Xiao Mountain Monastery, and he had naturally heard of Koen, the swordsman.
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The Dead Continent was a brand-new expansion pack that was released in the middle and late stages of the game. As soon as the continent was released, it attracted a large number of players to gather here.
Although the Dead Continent was desolate, there were many monsters and many valuable minerals, plants, and even ghosts that Fernand lacked.
The players had always been fearless. In the eyes of the natives, the land of exile was a virgin land worth exploring and digging for gold in the eyes of the players.
At that time, the influence of the Cataclysm in Fernand was gradually weakening, and with the help of the Golden Sons, the city-state gradually prospered.
And the gods also each had their own territory in Fernand. Although they didn't completely gain a foothold, except for a few fallen gods, they all had their own spokespersons and a certain number of believers in the human world. The strength of the players gave them a headache, and they worked together to open the gate to the Dead Continent, trying to divert the attention of these greedy and powerful Golden Sons.
At the same time, on the Dead Continent, there was also a force worthy of their fear.
They wanted to drive the tiger to swallow the wolf and weaken their enemy.
As a result, the players encountered a lot of trouble in the Dead Continent. Many guilds and forces that explored the Dead Continent suffered heavy losses!
Because the target of their exploration was the Xiao Mountain Monastery!
They had accepted a mission from the Winter God of the Northland and pushed the Xiao Mountain Monastery as a dungeon similar to the Scarlet Monastery.
The result was obvious …
After the battle, the players discovered that this mountain, which was easy to defend but difficult to attack, was rugged and full of formations and runes.
What made them even more frantic was that, on the surface, there were only twenty or so monks in Xiao Mountain Monastery, but in fact, when the war started, many monks who were cultivating in other parts of the Dead Domain Continent all rushed back.
This place was simply a dead version of the Shaolin Temple. Not only were there hidden dragons and crouching tigers, but they also had a long history.
In the first three days of the war, more than two hundred monks rushed back, and they were all at least quasi-legendary! Among them, there were more than ten legendary monks!
Usually, no one knew where these unknown legendary monks were hiding. However, when Pyrolyte Monastery was under attack, they all stood out at the first moment.
The players who accepted the quest complained incessantly.
Even if there were some Legends among the players at that time, they would definitely not be a match for Pyrolyte Mountain Monastery, which had a strong foundation!
Their carefully prepared first wave of attack was defeated.
The angry players went straight to the Winter God and accused him of releasing the wrong quest information. The Winter God was just an intermediate divine power guy, and he didn't even dare to come to Fernand in person. When he was blocked by a group of lawless Golden Sons in his temple, he immediately complained incessantly.
Under the pressure of the players, especially the guild players, the Winter God had to change his previous promise. Not only did he promise a higher reward, but he also sent a divine power clone to the Dead Domain Continent to help the Golden Sons defeat the "evil" Pyrolyte Monastery.
At that time, the scene was huge, and a lot of related posts appeared on the player forums.
After all, this was the first large-scale cooperation between human players and the rising gods of the Third Age.
Most people didn't think that Pyrolyte Monastery would win. They were just a bunch of monks, and they were doomed in front of the players' human wave tactics.
However, the second attack also ended in failure.
The reason was that the saber master who lived in seclusion in the back mountain of Pyrolyte Monastery took action!
Koen slashed with only one slash, and the Winter God's clone was shattered.
The players were dumbfounded. Their morale directly collapsed!
It was only then that they realized that Pyrolyte Monastery wasn't the evil existence that the gods claimed, nor was it a dungeon, but a major problem for the gods.
At the same time, the conspiracy of the Winter God and several other gods in the north was exposed by the Last Valkyrie, and everyone was instantly enraged. The unlucky Winter God's temple was directly demolished by the players.
Although the cataclysm had already happened at that time, and cooperation between humans and gods was not uncommon, the players still didn't like the gods. Moreover, although the destruction of Stony Mountain had happened a long time ago, it still became a sore point for the old players who couldn't participate in the Legendary battle at that time. Memories of the bad behavior of the gods came to their minds, and a bunch of people on the forum fanned the flames. Soon, the third "god-destroying tide" arrived.
The Golden Sons gathered together spontaneously and systematically eliminated some of the weaker gods. The supporters of the Valkyrie, in particular, went crazy and caused trouble to the major churches in the north.
It was true that the gods were powerful, but the tremendous players, especially those who were strong and retarded, were their nemesis.
Ma Wen remembered clearly that at least four gods' foundations in the human world were destroyed in the third god-destroying tide. The Winter God was heavily wounded and almost fell asleep.
The fuse of all this was the Pyrolyte Monastery, a powerful and low-key force in the dead zone.
At that time, Ma Wen didn't participate in all this. He was still playing hide-and-seek with Glenos and preparing for the final apotheosis ritual.
However, he was quite impressed by the power of the Pyrolyte Monastery.
In the second attack on the monastery, only Conn, the swordsman, showed his skills, and Monk Pan Yun, who was said to be as strong as Great Elven King, was still elusive. Ma Wen was particularly curious about how strong this unparalleled expert was, but nobody knew what he looked like or if he was still alive.
All kinds of legends, however, spread out.
From that day on, the dead zone became a forbidden land for the gods. Even the powerful gods of the third age didn't dare to set foot on that ancient and mysterious land.
…
In the dark cave, the candlelight began to flicker.
That was the end of the memories. A fragrant smell flowed into Ma Wen's nose, and he felt that his mind had become much clearer.
It was actually sandalwood.
Sandalwood was commonly seen in monks' temples. He didn't expect to see one here.
Faint sunlight shone in from the top of the cave, and there seemed to be another world inside.
A free and easy figure was leisurely sitting beside a pool of water.
Conn, the swordsman.
His back was facing Ma Wen, and he didn't have a knife in his hand.
"Few people can find this place," Conn said casually. "How did you hide from the eyes and ears of those monks?"
"No one can hide from their eyes and ears." Ma Wen smiled. "I'm here to deliver a letter, Prince Conn."
In an instant, the air in the entire cave became extremely cold.
The originally calm pool of water suddenly fluctuated, and a bit of the pool water splashed over, flying right in front of Ma Wen's eyes!
Ma Wen didn't even blink.
However, in the next second, he felt a cold breath on his face, and then a burning pain.
Blood flowed down his face.
"Sorry … I didn't control my emotions well."
After a long time, Conn said in silence, "No one has called me that for many years."
Ma Wen smiled casually. "Although some things are in the past, it doesn't mean that everyone will forget them."
Conn nodded and asked Ma Wen to come forward and deliver the professor's letter.
Ma Wen breathed a sigh of relief.
His risky move just now was just to deepen his importance in the heart of this swordsman.
If he really wanted to gain any benefits, it would depend on what the professor said in the letter.
After all, although there were very few people who knew Conn's identity, there were always a few in this world.
A prince of a fallen country, a martial arts genius, an exiled wanderer … and a sinner who fell in love with his stepmother.
These identities were like shackles that made the first half of Conn's life extremely difficult. It wasn't until he found himself in swordsmanship that he was relieved.
These years, he lived in seclusion in Xiao Mountain, not because he didn't want to do something, but because he had nothing to do.
His old enemies were all killed, the woman he loved was dead, and his country was gone. He had no place to stay.
Come to think of it, this swordsman was also a pitiful person.
Perhaps only such a person could have a transcendent state of mind and be able to look directly at the high and mighty gods as a native.
…
It was silent in the cave.
Only the sound of water dripping could be heard from time to time.
Conn quietly read the entire letter. Ma Wen stood by and observed Conn's expression.
The swordsman was very handsome. Although there was a scar on his face, it didn't affect his elegance at all.
At his level, it was actually very easy to remove a scar. The reason why he didn't remove it was only because the scar had a special meaning to him.
Thinking of this, Ma Wen couldn't help but sigh in his heart. What a femme fatale.
After reading the letter, Conn fell into a long period of thought.
Ma Wen wasn't in a hurry and just waited.
After a long time, Conn came to his senses and said to himself, "What exactly is it that makes the professor feel threatened?
"Is the world going to change? Isn't the outside world changing every day? "
Ma Wen was silent. Perhaps for the people in the cave, he was indifferent to what the outside world had changed.
Fortunately, after talking to himself for a while, Conn finally got back to the point.
He looked up and down at Ma Wen and finally said,
"You don't know swordsmanship."
Ma Wen said respectfully, "Please enlighten me, master."
"What do you know?" Conn asked.
Ma Wen thought for a moment and said simply, "Killing people."
Conn laughed. "Good. Very frank. I have a swordsmanship that's very suitable for people like you to practice. "
"The name of this swordsmanship is Impasse."
"Follow me."
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