Ymir's words were confusing, but after a little thought, Hao Ren immediately realized that the amount of information hidden in these words was shocking.
Well, the fact that the head of a guardian giant appeared in the Netherrealm Clock Tower was enough to scare the daylights out of a person.
The supernatural races on Earth, whether they were pure "aliens" like vampires and werewolves, acquired "otherworldlings" like wizards and witches, or demon hunters who were essentially no different from the ancient gods, all had one thing in common: they were pure mortals.
Yes, even if some otherworldlings were worshiped as gods by the earthlings in ancient times, even if their power was indeed like that of gods on Earth, they were still mortals no matter how capable they were. Apart from the wizards and witches that the earthlings had turned into, they were all just extraterrestrial travelers who had been blown up from The Plane of Dreams. They were the mortal races of the Plane of Dreams, and the mortal races of the Plane of Dreams were very important.
But the guardian giant was not!
The guardian giant was the ultimate life created by the goddess of creation, the original warriors born directly from the divine blood, and the body of a demigod! They were a completely different concept from the ordinary beasts. They belonged to a different circle!
They stood at the forefront of the protection of the goddess in the deicidal war. They knew all about the evil conspiracy 10,000 years ago. They were supposed to protect all living beings, but after the fall of the goddess, almost all of them had turned into terminators. The rest of them had given up their mission. They would never be with the treacherous children who had betrayed the goddess of creation!
So after careful observation of Ymir's situation, Hao Ren's first judgment was that the guardian giant, like the other otherworldlings who had traveled to Earth, was also affected by the Sin of the Divine Blood, and his memory of the Plane of Dreams had been erased.
Just look at Muru's dark history. If Ymir's memory was intact, he would have beaten Odin up, and if he was in a good mood, he would have killed Odin's family. How could he have allied himself with the Norse gods, and in the end, he was blown up by an experimental accident of the Vanir gods? Not to mention that he was now peacefully with the demon hunters. In the eyes of the guardians, the demon hunters were contraband created by the mage emperors who stole the divine power and used taboo knowledge from the lifeblood. It was simply treason, the kind of people who would be killed first and then interrogated later to make sure that there was no wrongful or unjust case.
Ymir, however, took Hao Ren's silence and contemplation as a form of wariness. He smiled gently and said in a calming tone, "I know you all have a lot of questions, old friend. You must have the same. To be honest, I have envisioned all kinds of bad situations, but the most troublesome one is your memory problem. It is the most troublesome of all bad situations. You should know all the history of the demon hunters best, even more than I do, but now I have to explain it to you. What I know is only the history of the demon hunters after the end of the Norse gods and the information I have guessed from their old papers. "
"That Claude … is actually your spokesperson?" Vivian looked into Ymir's eyes.
"Yes," Ymir blinked. "Nominally, he is the attendant of the first sage, but we all know that the first sage is just a lie. Before I was brought here, they relied on their wisdom to maintain this lie, and after I was brought here, they used my power to perfect the lie. I taught them the method of memory inheritance, so that they could inherit the memory and experience of generations of attendants, and passed on all kinds of knowledge that I had explored to them. This will not change the nature of a person's soul, but these experiences out of thin air can make a young man become a wise elder overnight. Claude inherited this knowledge and some fragments of my mind. It is not wrong to say that he is my spokesperson. He is the amalgamation of generations of first attendants, a young but living dictionary that carries the memories of many elders. "
"Oh, the demon hunters who take hunting gods and demons as their duty turns out to be the intellectual giant of the Norse gods, Mimir, behind their first sage." Hao Ren felt that everything in the world was really wonderful, and the cause and effect were messy. "You are doing your best to help them. But have you forgotten that they are the ones who created the Twilight of the Gods? "
"The gods?" Ymir's voice was a little teasing. "Odin? Bard? Saul? Or Loki? It is nothing. It is not the Twilight of the Gods. It is just the decline of a decadent ancient family in the struggle. Compared to the whole world, it is not important. Maintaining the balance of Coldpath and delaying the Woe of Madness is the most important thing. "
"The Woe of Madness?" Y 'zaks raised his eyebrows. "You mean the civil war in Coldpath?"
"This disaster has long been foreshadowed and destined. When their first sage touched the sword of sin, everything could not escape," Ymir looked at Vivian. "Old friend, this is what you said back then."
"Start from the beginning," Vivian said concisely. "I have lost my memory. Don't beat around the bush. Start from the origin of the demon hunters. We have plenty of time. "
Ymir was silent for a moment as if he was sorting out his words. Then he began to tell a history that almost everyone had forgotten.
"A long, long time ago, when the ice age on this planet was still freezing the land, some races that shouldn't have appeared on this planet appeared … It was as if they had descended from the sky, abruptly appearing in this world and scattering all over the world. The demon hunters were one of them.
"They 'landed' in the cold and barren north. In the beginning, they were just one of the weakest races in the world. Of course, not counting the weaker primitive humans. The demon hunters who fell in the north were a group of wanderers with no systematic technology, no knowledge of their own, and even no social system of their own. "
Hao Ren listened and nodded slightly. He knew that the early demon hunters who fell to Earth must have been in such a bad state. Because they were artificial lives created by the mage-emperors, they were thrown to this planet by the scourge of the Plane of Dreams before they had time to receive systematic education and strength tests.
Ymir continued, "The north was barren and cold. Most of the places on this planet were like this at that time, but the north was particularly harsh. The demon hunters relied entirely on their strong physique to survive on the ice sheet and formed the earliest settlements in what is now Northern Europe. At that time, Earth was a very hostile place to life, and the supernatural races that had wandered there were hostile. The demon hunters avoided them and migrated to the mountains, islands, and the arctic ocean further north. In the process of fighting against the cruel environment, they fumbled to form a society and elected an outstanding clan leader, as well as twelve highly respected wise men. Yes, the Thirteen Sages that you know now.
"The thirteen leaders did their best to lead their people to survive in this strange world. They had a lower starting point than the others, so they had to put in more effort. They had to build a social structure, reconstruct the language, build, weave, farm, and hunt. They had to learn everything from scratch. Although they had strong physical fitness, it was still very difficult to build a society from scratch on a barren planet. The demon hunters of the past were not the same as they were now. They did not have a fixed territory, and they were ignorant of their own power. Only a few of them knew how to use the sacred flame. At that time, they did not have the support of the ancient technology of Coldpath. In the competition with other supernatural races in the world, they could only hide here and there. And just like that, after fumbling through thousands of years of seclusion and migration, their thirteen leaders made a special friend.
"A friend from another supernatural race who was not hostile to them.
"This was a rare situation on this planet. For some reason, all the foreign races that had wandered on this planet had a strong tendency to be hostile. The demon hunters themselves could not suppress this dangerous desire to kill when they encountered other races. But there was such a special case in front of the thirteen leaders: a friendly and powerful vampire. The vampire was a guest in the settlement of the demon hunters. Just because of a meal, she became friends with the patriarch of the demon hunters.
"Not long after, the vampire found out that the demon hunters had no fixed residence in the North and could not compete with the other powerful races for territory. So she gave her new friend an incredible gift —"
Ymir looked into Vivian's eyes. "It was an indestructible, warm spring all year round, and full of relics of a super civilization. The vampire named it Coldpath. In return for this amazing gift, the demon hunters jointly elected the vampire as their fourteenth leader, an honorary leader. Although she had no real power, she was highly respected and loved by the demon hunters. "
As Ymir's voice trailed off, the secret chamber was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop. Under the stunned gaze of Hao Ren, Claude, who had been hiding at the door, silently walked in and bowed slightly before Vivian. "Greetings, Sage."
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