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Chapter 1561 The end of a journey

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    In the darkness, Ms. Ye stood for a long time. His gaze seemed to span a long time and space, always falling in the direction where the previous brilliant light and shadow gradually faded away, even though the illusion of "moving toward the God of the Starry Sky" had ceased.  disappeared into the deep sea, but He did not dare to relax at all, because He knew that before the anchor point generator completely completed the injection process, and before all the "anchors" reached the preset positions and were completely rooted, nothing would happen.  The dust has finally settled.

    ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? As long as the "Outer Territory Wanderer" retains even the slightest attachment and yearning for the eternal authority and the power of the gods, this process will be interrupted, and even if the procedure has reached the last step, the possibility of failure still exists.

    But from beginning to end, there were no more ripples in the deep sea. Ms. Ye just stood quietly alone until a voice suddenly appeared in his ears: "The injection process is over and the data migration is completed."

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    With a "click" sound, the shovel dug into the solid soil. The dry and cracked earth and gravel in the soil were rolled out and then lifted to the side. A petite figure in a cloak was busy working hard, swinging the shovel in his hand again and again.  Next to this petite figure, another stooped figure also wearing a cloak was holding another shovel and raising his head, looking at the foggy wasteland in the distance.

    A layer of hazy, chaotic, and unclear fog shrouded the entire world. All that could be seen in the fog was the vast wilderness that continued to extend in the field of vision. There were no houses, walls, or horses in the wilderness.  Travelers, there are only one tomb after another, arranged in a disorderly manner in the desolation. There are no tombstones in those tombs, and there is no sign in front of the tomb that can represent the identity of the tomb owner. Only a dark arrow is inserted into the soil in front of each tomb.  The long sword, and at this moment, many graves have been dug.

    The graves that were dug up were all empty.

    "We seem to have been digging for a long time," the old traveler with a hunched body said suddenly, his voice sounding a little older than before, "Look, there are graves we dug everywhere here, the first one  Which direction is it coming from?"

    "It's been so many years, who can remember," the petite figure who was struggling with the shovel stopped, straightened up and wiped the sweat from his forehead and replied casually, "Anyway, I remember that we were still in the city when we first started digging.  Next to it, there is not such a thick fog in that placeI can¡¯t even figure out which direction the city is here"

    "Sometimes I wonder if I have been wandering in this boundless cemetery since I was born," the old traveler laughed, "We have been digging here for at least half a century, and you don't seem to know it.  Where is your friend lying?"

    "I don't know," the petite figure said frankly, "I just dig based on my feeling, and I think I can definitely dig it-as long as the opportunity comes."

    The old traveler was a little confused: "Opportunity? What does opportunity mean?"

    "Opportunityah, I can't remember what it means. This seems to be what my friend told me," the petite figure thought for a while and said uncertainly, "He knows a lot of weird things.  He can also create many strange words. Many of them are wonderful and admirable when used to describe things. However, there are also some words that are so incomprehensible that no matter how many times they are explained, they will remain incomprehensiblefor example, 'capacitor'  ', and 'elevator' and stuff."

    "It sounds like words from another world," the old traveler shook his head, "Your friend must be from a place far, far away, right?"

    "Probably, but I don't care where he comes from," the petite figure shrugged, and then once again raised the shovel that had been used for many years but was still sharp and strong, "It's almost time to rest.  Let's continue working, I must make this today"

    As she spoke, the shovel in her hand had fallen into the soil. A soft "ding" sound and clear feedback from her hand made her swallow the next words directly. She looked at the half dug out in front of her in surprise.  Grave, after a moment of confusion, a look of excitement finally bloomed in her eyes. She happily looked at her traveling companion beside her, the shovel in her hand had been raised again: "This, this, this! This one has something filling! Master, hurry up too.  Come and dig! Otherwise we won¡¯t be able to make it in time for the opening of the tomb!¡±

    The two shovels immediately began to fly up and down. The solid and stubborn soil had become loose at some point, and the stubborn rocks in the soil turned into clumps of sand and gravel that could be scattered at a touch. Then the soil gradually lost its color, and the sand  The stone lumps turned into pale sand, the darkness and mist in the entire wilderness quickly receded, and the tombs turned into gently undulating seas of sand. However, the two travelers seemed not to notice these changes at all. They just  quickly towards; Gawain and the other three immediately turned around following the sound. They saw that at some point in the center of the originally empty desert, a majestic and simple-style throne had stood, and the ancient god who was like a mountain and a dark cloud was leaning on the throne at this moment.  On the armrest, the gaze dropped from the clouds in the sky. This gaze first fell on Modier, and then on Gawain: "The anchoring process went smoothly. You are more determined and sober than I thought."

    Immediately afterwards, before Gawain could speak, Ms. Ye's eyes fell on Amber again: "I'm glad to see you, my'Shadow'."

    Amber raised her head hard, trying hard to see Ms. Ye's face and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Oh my God! You are so tall!"

    Then she seemed to want to say something, but before she could speak, Gawain suddenly touched her shoulder.

    Amber shut her mouth immediately. Only then did she notice the changes that had taken place in Modile who was standing next to her.

    This great adventurer is losing all color.

    First from the hair, then to the eyebrows, then to the clothes, skin, and walking stick It was as if an invisible stream of water was washing over this old man who defied time. Wherever the water went, all the colors faded away, leaving only the  The purest gray.

    It was as gray as the desert of shadows beneath our feet.

    Modile himself obviously noticed this. He raised his hand and looked at it. With this movement, countless sand and dust fell from his body. At this moment, his whole body was like a dust statue, and every breath  It was a process of constant disintegration, but even so, a smile appeared on his face: "This is quite incredible. This is the first time I have seen it."

    "Hey! Old man, you" Amber was startled. She immediately subconsciously tried to maintain the shadow dust on Modier, but soon realized that this was in vain, so she immediately raised her head and looked at Ms. Ye's face.  Direction, "Is there anything you can do? He"

    "All journeys have an end." However, Modile's voice interrupted her, and the old mage shook his head calmly, "Many, many years ago, my journey actually reached its end, but I  Wandering for centuries before this end"

    After Modier finished speaking, another voice as old as Modier came from the big black book in front of Lady Ye's throne: "Now it's time to bring this long adventure to an end.  A good story needs an ending.¡±

    "Yes, an ending is needed." Modier nodded slightly and walked towards the throne. "Some people will be crowned at the end, some people will retire at the end, and some people will live in the end.  He lived a peaceful and happy life, and a bad old man who went on adventures finally arrived in front of the oldest god in the world"

    Modile slowly raised his head. In a daze, he seemed to recall some yellowed scenes. Six centuries ago, he had stood here, looking up at the ancient gods like this. But the next moment, this  The memory fragments disappeared like the wind, leaving only the clear picture in front of me¡ª¡ª

    He saw the steps leading to the throne of God extending upwards in his field of vision, and a tall stone pillar stood in front of the steps. The large black book on the top of the stone pillar had been opened. There was no wind, but the pages turned by themselves to the end.  One page after another, lines of text continued to appear on the blank page, and the black letters wrote the life of Mordor Wild¡ª¡ª

    "At the end of the journey, the great adventurer Model returned to Lady Night's throne. Six hundred years ago, he took over the mission in front of this throne to convey a warning to the world. Six hundred years later, the world has changed.  Escape from that disaster

    ¡°The world is still unsafe, but for the great adventurer, his mission is accomplished.

    "So he raised his head, stared at the ancient god, and said-"

    Modile raised his head with a smile on his face: "Madam, the news has arrived."

    Ms. Ye lowered her head: "Thank you for your efforts so far, Mr. Adventurer."

    A gust of wind blew past the throne, and Modier's gray-white body suddenly turned into dust. Then all the dust was swept towards the stone pillar in front of the throne. The big black book on the top of the stone pillar flipped quickly, and the dust  Flowed into every page of it, with a clattering sound of turning, the book finally closed with a bang, and on the dark cover, simple words gradually emerged:

    "Model's Travels"

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