This was a distant and ancient voice. Along with the ancient tone, everyone felt as if they could feel an ancient aura.
When he finally realized who it was, he saw a figure standing on the other side of the tree.
It was a "person" wearing a gray robe. He was taller than a normal human. Angor estimated that the "person" only reached his ribs.
The newcomer was leaning on a bone crutch and wearing a primitive totem wind mask. His entire person was filled with a kind of simple and unadorned oddity.
As soon as he saw the old man, the "calling" in his heart suddenly disappeared.
Angor had an idea.
"You're the one who spoke? Who are you? "Angor looked at the totem mask.
"I'm a Remnant of Ancient Winter who was on the brink of extinction but was saved by Mister Savior. You may call me Wardell." The totemic mask man bowed deeply to Angor.
Wardell's voice was filled with warmth, and his actions were kind. Angor felt a sense of familiarity from the bottom of his heart.
"I kept feeling that someone was calling out to me … Did you do it? The savior you're talking about, is it me? " Angor asked calmly. He didn't let his guard down because of the familiarity. Instead, he became even more cautious.
"That's right. I guided you here, Mister Savior." Wardell lowered his head. "I couldn't leave the Land of Darkness. I could only summon you through the subconsciousness of the continent."
"Why do you call me 'Savior'?"
"Mister Savior, you gave the Yuantan Continent your true spirit energy and saved it from destruction. You didn't just save the continent. You saved me as well."
Angor frowned. It wasn't strange that someone called Wardell knew that he released his true spirit energy into the continent. But Angor didn't understand why Wardell said that he saved him.
"I know what you're here for. The passage out of the Yuantan Continent is in the Land of Darkness. You can follow me." After saying that, Wardell suddenly tore open a dark spatial rift and took the lead to walk in.
The opening of the spatial rift was constantly changing. It was like a Void Behemoth opening its ferocious mouth, causing people to feel fear in their hearts.
"Are we going in?" Gregory asked timidly.
Angor glanced at Bobota, who shook his head. "I can't tell if it's good or bad. But my Luck spell told me that we're safe. However, an existence that can tear space apart at will might be able to block or even modify the results of the Lucky Spell. "
Bobota gave Angor both answers.
No one knew what the path ahead was. The current known information was still unable to dispel the fog of the unknown.
Therefore, whether or not he wanted to go in depended on his thoughts.
"Let's go inside."
Just as Bobota had said, there was no need for an existence that could tear through space to kill them. On top of that, this man named Wardell accurately pointed out their thoughts.
This meant that Wardell was most likely watching them.
Didn't Angor come all the way here just to leave this continent?
If he wanted to obtain benefits, he couldn't hesitate. He had to face unknown risks.
With that in mind, he stepped into the space fissure first, followed by Bobota. After hesitating for a moment, Gravu stepped in with Aurucia's soul in his arms.
…
They were in a pitch-black wasteland.
It was no different from the outside world. The only difference was that it was dimmer here, and it wasn't raining.
The air was damp, and the occasional breeze carried a bone-chilling chill.
Wardell was standing in front of Angor. When he saw Angor, he pointed a skinny finger into the distance. "Mister Savior, please come this way."
Wardell walked to the front and led the way.
Somehow, a broken oil lamp appeared in Wardell's hand. The dim light could only illuminate a distance of three meters, which made the place even more gloomy.
"You don't have to call me 'Savior'. My name is Angor."
Wardell paused for a moment before continuing, "There are too many ancients in the Abyss Plane. If they know your name, they'll follow it and come after you. So, it's best if you don't tell them your real name. "
Wardell's pace was neither fast nor slow, and his tone was just right, which made everyone feel comfortable.
Angor was about to ask more questions when he suddenly heard someone sobbing in the darkness.
Angor looked at the source of the sound and saw a faint figure emitting a green glow slowly emerging from the darkness.
It was a woman wearing a long, blood-red dress.
However, the woman's face was covered in blue veins, and her eyes were completely white. Her expression was extremely hideous. As soon as she saw them, her sobbing turned into an ear-piercing howl.
Horrifying ripples came at them along with gusts of chilling wind.
"Undead Howl?!" Angor's eyes widened in surprise. Because of his Nightmare Form, he was immune to undead attacks. However, Bobota was no different from a mortal and could easily be affected.
The only thing Angor could think of was to use the green "Domain" rune to block the incoming attack.
However, just as his fringe was lifted and the green tattoo in his eyes had yet to jump out, Wardell tapped the ground with his white bone scepter.
After a crisp sound, the surrounding ripples disappeared in an instant, and the female Undead in the blood-red dress screamed miserably as she was blown into the depths of the dark wasteland by a gust of wind that blew for no reason.
When the undead woman was gone, Angor's aura slowly dissipated. His fringe drooped down and covered his right eye.
Wardell watched the flash of green light with a strange look in his eyes.
When everything calmed down, Angor looked at Wardell with caution.
Wardell didn't seem to notice. "That undead creature has been wandering around the Dark Wasteland. Kurendo tried to take her away many times, but I refused every time.
"Because she was my wife when she was alive."
Angor was surprised by the sudden turn of events. The reason why he looked at Wardell so cautiously was because the undead creature's appearance was too coincidental. Besides, Wardell was strong enough to tear through space, so it should be easy for him to deal with an undead creature. However, Wardell allowed the undead creature to show up, which made Angor wonder if Wardell did it on purpose.
But when Wardell told Angor about the relationship between him and the undead creature, Angor found an answer.
"My wife didn't tell me when she was about to die. She secretly signed a vow with an Ancient so that she could stay by my side forever. But the Ancient wouldn't let her go so easily. In the end, she became an undead creature and wandered the Dark Wasteland forever. "
Wardell briefly explained the undead creature's origin. There should be more details, but Wardell didn't mention them on purpose.
Angor didn't know if Wardell was telling the truth or not, but he didn't see the need to lie.
At this time, Gregory suddenly said, "Is this female undead called Naia?"
"You know?" Angor looked at Gregory.
Gregory said, "Master Olucia once went to meet the Scholar of Cruelty, and I went with her. I stayed in the library there for a few years. Butler Tanding read me many stories, and one of them was similar to this …"
Gravu looked at Wardell with a puzzled look.
"The Scholar of Cruelty recorded this? That's right. After all, the one who signed the vow with Naia was the Abomination of Desire, and he was quite close to the Scholar of Cruelty. "Wardell paused." Yes, my wife was Naia. "
Although he had guessed it, when Wardell admitted it, Gregory's pupils couldn't help but shrink.
Gravu couldn't remember the exact time of the story, but he was sure that it happened before the fall of the Old Gods.
In other words …
"You're an Ancient too?"
Wardell didn't answer right away. Instead, he picked up his lamp and continued walking forward.
After a long time, Wardell spoke again, "I'm still alive because I'm bound to this continent. If the continent lives, I live. If the continent dies, I die. I'm nothing but a withered consciousness left behind. I don't have freedom or the right to live. I'm not really an Ancient. "
No one knew how to respond to Wardell's words.
However, they managed to deduce some details from Wardell's words.
Earlier, Wardell mentioned that Angor saved him. Angor didn't know what Wardell meant back then. But now, it seemed that Wardell meant that he was bound to this continent for good or ill.
After a moment of silence, Angor broke the silence.
"You mentioned Krando … What's with him? What's the meaning of this gift? " Angor rubbed the feather in his hand. He didn't feel anything strange about it.
"Kurando was also born on this continent." Wardell's first sentence was a shocking piece of news.
This Guide of Death who made the demons and natives tremble in fear was actually born here?!
"Krando's origin is closely related to this continent. You saved the Yuantan Continent. Even if he didn't say it out loud, I'm sure he's grateful. Otherwise, he wouldn't have given you this feather. "
"This is … a Raven feather?" Angor looked at the feather.
"That's right. This feather contains the aura of death. It's the symbol of Krando … Here we are."
Before Angor could ask more about the feather, Wardell suddenly stopped and pointed ahead. "This is our destination."
"The Land of Darkness."
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