"Now the gift of the material world, who doesn't know this star of destiny? The appearance of the purple star of destiny indicates the change of era and the arrival of the final day. This is the accuracy that people can find in ancient books and stone slabs. Narration. Everyone is saying that the emergence of the new **** and his followers are probably inseparable from the end of the Eighteenth Epoch."

　　 Jenkins said, I missed a cat who didn't see each other this afternoon.

　　 "Then do you know that besides the [star of destiny], that star is also called [star of disaster] in ancient literature?"

　　 Captain Bincy asked again.

　　 "Of course, after all, it signals the arrival of disaster, and it is not surprising to be named [Disaster Star]."

　　 This is what the old man said.

　　 "Then do you agree with this statement?"

　　 Captain Bincy asked, reaching out his hand and trying to get the cigarette case, but he stopped the action abruptly, and Jenkins guessed that he might be quitting smoking.

　　 "Probably agree with it."

　　 he replied uncertainly.

"But I don't agree. Although the star of destiny does guide disasters, the occurrence of disasters has nothing to do with it. It clearly guides us mortals, and it is also called the messenger of disasters. For the stars, Is it unfair?"

　　 Binxi Captain asked.

"It's a bit unfair... You mean that although believers who lie often appear in various accidents and disasters, they are not the instigators of those events, so their appearance and disasters Is it unfair to be linked together?"

"Yes, I do think so. Although some of the people in that group are indeed hateful, such as the black-robed men and twin demons, we can't ignore it. They have repeatedly helped Nolan when he was facing threats. Although the body As a scribe of the church, I shouldn’t say such things, but I think they are innocent.”

　　 "Is the believer of lies innocent?"

　　 Jenkins looked at the middle-aged man, who still looked at the night sky calmly.

　　 "Innocent at least most of the time."

　　 Captain Bincy nodded melancholy.

"This idea is really interesting. I sometimes think that without this group of people, the world can be more peaceful. Don't tell you this kind of idea to strangers like me, otherwise you will be suspected of being a believer in the **** of lies or Their accomplices."

　　 Jenkins made a little joke.

"There are still those without this group of people, and believers who don’t lie will still have believers who kill. The end of the 18th Century did not appear because of these talents. These people also stood in the city only because of the times. They did not It is the age that drives them... In fact, they are already very good now. These people who are powerful and wise and like to hide their identity are really not bad guys with the most sinful crimes. Could it be better than this? Good results?"

　　 said this, and Captain Bincy himself laughed.

　　 Jenkins thought about what he said, and it made sense.

　　 "You are right. Although their arrival signaled disasters, it is indeed unfair to attribute all the disasters to them. I think believers of lies will be very happy if they hear these words from you."

　　 Jenkins said, Captain Bincy gave him a suspicious look immediately:

　　 "You just said that you are a believer of the sage, can you pray to the sage to prove your identity?"

　　 Because of Jenkins' words, he doubted the identity of the person in front of him. In fact, his suspicion is correct, but there is also wrong. Jenkins is considered a believer of lies, but he is not a believer of lies at all.

　　 "Praise the sage, may your brilliance illuminate my way forward."

　　 Jenkins chanted the prayer in a low voice, skillfully drew the holy emblem on his chest, and Captain Bincy nodded:

　　 "Young man, the sentence just now was also given to you. Don't say such things casually, otherwise you will be suspected of your identity."

　　 "But what's the big deal even if it is suspected? Although the group of people is bad, they are not too bad. I would rather believe that they are heroes who walk with disasters."

　　 "Hero?"

　　 Captain Bincy repeated suspiciously, turning his head to look at Jenkins, only to find that he was facing the setting sun with half of his face covered in light and half of his face hidden in the dark.

　　 "Even heroes are dark heroes. Heroes who accompany disasters are never recognized. People like peace. Don't appreciate them, they are not good people."

　　 Captain Bincy corrected and said that he didn't want the stranger in front of him to worship the believer of lies.

　　 "You are right, people like peace."

　　 Jenkins sighed and turned to look at the sunlight before the sun set. His shadow fell on the wall, shaking as his clothes were blown by the wind.

　　 "No one likes disasters, but there are always people who have to face them. I don't worship believers who lie. If possible, they probably wouldn't want to walk with disasters..."

　　 (end of this volume)

Chapter 1456 Chapter 1433: The Call Before the Bonfire

Returning to Luen that evening, Jenkins confirmed that the fifth gem of "Disaster Document" had appeared, then opened the book he got from Mr. Birchwood's house, and solved the mystery using the method given by Mr. White Cat. Unsurprisingly, he obtained the unique ability to point to the emblem of the savior.

　　 Sometimes he can feel it himself, as if there is an invisible hand controlling his destiny. Everything he has in this world seems to have been arranged long ago.

　　 But as his fortune-telling teacher Miss Audrey said, the inevitable combination of fate is accidental. If Jenkins hadn't been involved in the many disasters in the past month and a half, even if he got the book, he would not be able to obtain the above abilities.

　　While he lamented his fate, he thought with anxiety that this was already the seventh savior emblem. There are also the last two, all the savior qualifications will appear, but he is not ready to face the final day.

　　 I planned to hold a ceremony to learn this ability in Luen, but after thinking about it, I decided to go to Nolan to do it. The learning of other abilities is in Nolan, and Jenkins does not want to break this tradition.

　　 So after dinner, bid farewell to the ladies in the manor, Jenkins returned home with the cat he had "abandoned" all afternoon. Instead of stopping more in the city, he flew directly to the Augustus cemetery in the suburbs on a unicorn.

　　 It's very remote here. Since the death of Mr. Augustus, no one has been here except Jenkins. Jenkins used to hire professionals from the [Death and End Church] to maintain this place regularly through the relationship of the Church of the Sage, so the cemetery was not abandoned.

　　 stood in front of the tomb of Mr. Augustus for a while, and then came down to the small abandoned cemetery in the light of the bimonthly.

　　 It’s still the same here. The Tomb Keeper’s hut collapsed after a blizzard last winter. It is now approaching summer. Weeds have grown on the ruins, and the broken beams are covered with moss.

　　 picked up some dry wood in the nearby forest and set up a bonfire in the cemetery.

　　 Jenkins sat down with the support on the ground, looked at the campfire and thought about a lot of things, and then made up his mind not to waste time.

　　 "Chocolate, go to the side, don't walk around, I will take you back soon."

　　 He held the cat and placed it on the grass aside. The cat yelled at Jenkins, and then he walked into the darkness nearby. Its two eyes were like two glowing green gas lamps in the dark, and Jenkins was happy for his cat's sensibility.

　　 turned around to face the campfire, Jenkins added some firewood to it, and then took out the letter paper he had brought from Luen from his pocket. On the letter paper, he drew a simple human figure with a pencil in advance. He tore out the human figure according to those pencil prints and threw it into the fire.

　　 The crackling firewood burning sound spread far in the quiet night, Jenkins waited in silence, and it took a long time to sing an ancient ballad in Elvish language:

　　"A field of purple azaleas in full bloom,

　　 The brave people bid farewell to the girl and traveled far away.

　　 Their story is thrilling,

　　 That is a legend that sings the ages.

　　 the savior, the savior,

　　The savior of every age.

　　 You fought bravely,

　　 You are indomitable.

　　 sacrifice, blood;

　　Legend, story.

　　The long river of time engraved its traces,

　　 Your voice echoes in the epic poem.

　　......"

　　 His voice is deep and tactful. Although Jenkins is not good at rhythm, this beautiful ancient ballad, sung in the same elegant and ancient Elvish language, still makes the cat miss the story of the past.

　　 The singing echoed in the mountains, and the shadow of Jenkins, who was sitting alone in front of the bonfire, shook gently with the swing of the flame. Chocolati looked at the back of the solo man, hoping to let him sing for a while.

　　 But the guests by the campfire quickly stopped the singing. As the campfire beat, a man sitting on the ground also appeared cross-legged on the left hand side of Jenkins.

　　 He is wearing heavy silver-white armor, but this armor is covered with mud and blood. The helmet was placed next to the body, revealing the rough face with a scar. His hair is the color of withered grass, and it looks messy as if it hasn't been washed for many days.

　　 The eyes are one big and the other small, as if they have been injured. The scar under the left eye almost splits the lower eyelid into two. But his eyes are very energetic, and the flames are jumping in those eyes, and those eyes seem to be able to see through all the fog, that is a firm look.

　　 He put his sword on his unarmored leg and wiped it with a rag. The sword is very beautiful, the metal luster and the mud of the armor itself formed a good contrast, it is definitely a powerful sword.

　　Jian was engraved with a short sentence written in an ancient language. Jenkins tried to translate it, and then discovered that this language he had learned from his father:

　　【Aldaven-Flanders】.

　　 "Gryphon in the rain?"

　　 he asked.

　　 "Yes, griffin in the rain, this is Gundl's family motto."

　　 The strange man replied, his voice low and hoarse, making Jenkins unconsciously think of the neighing of a viper.

　　 "Sorry, my throat has been seriously injured. I was attacked by two sewage murlocs with a harpoon in the sewers of Fort Wengerbuster. Since then, I have spoken like this."

　　 As he said, he took his sword from his leg with his right hand. The shiny sword body reflects the light of the campfire. Jenkins likes this cold weapon very much. Although he also has a sword, it is not completely metal and cannot have such a color.

"It's nice to meet you. I thought that after my death, this ability would be lost. I didn't expect that the next generation of saviors would still appear. I think this inheritance will not be interrupted. What links us is a bond. This is not simple justice, this is a mission."

　　 He slowly inserted the sword into the scabbard, and the sound of the sword's body in the scabbard was unusually sweet.

　　 "This is really a good sword."

　　 Jenkins couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Yes, this is the sword forged by the dwarves using ancient techniques and a block of mithril after I helped the dwarf craftsmen of Ironforge City to repel the siege orcs. This sword has almost no power to kill people. But it is the nemesis of any extraordinary creature. I once used it to cut off the head of an ancient red dragon, and also held it in a battle with the ancient balrog in the magma hell. Later, in the battle of the valley, it was killed by a sheep's head. The hardened black steel sword of the Demon Supervisor was cut off, but then the witches helped me repair it and gave it more power."

　　 He said, with a slight smile on his face, as if he was reminiscing about a long time ago.

　　In simple words, what is revealed is a thrilling story of a man's life. Jenkins listened quietly. Although he yearned for a peaceful life, he liked such legends.

Chapter 1457 The first thousand four hundred and thirty-four chapters of those mysteries

"Don't look at me with such eyes, I am not worthy of admiration. I have been drifting with the flow all my life, only doing what I want to do, only looking back at these things, I found that I have saved so many people. Since you can see me here, it means that you have also accomplished great deeds. We are the same. Although we have spanned thousands of years, you are also a hero."

　　 The stranger in front of the bonfire has a slight smile on his face.

　　 "No, I am not a hero. Most of what I do is utilitarian. I am good at deceiving others with true lies. I face people with false faces most of the time."

　　 In the face of such a legend, Jenkins did not choose to lie, but behaved sincerely.

"In order to get the clan of the Southern Kingdom to agree to send troops, I used a spell to intimidate the young son of the clan elder; in order to defeat the blood-sucking species that mixed in the court, I also pretended to be a nobleman, mixed in the reception of the upper class, and danced with the noble ladies. But it’s okay, I’m still called a hero, and I’ve even done more excessive things.”

　　 The man said, placing the sword inserted in the scabbard next to the helmet, and looking at the campfire with Jenkins:

"Heroes are not saints. In fact, there are no saints in this world. Even the sons who are closest to God are not perfect saints. I once took an adventure with a son from the Church of the Holy Spirits of All Stars. I've seen him do a lot of excessive things."

"The Son is not a saint, and I know this too, because I am the Son...Which deity is [Sacred God of All Stars]? I have never heard of the name of this great man. Oh. If it’s inconvenient to say, there is no need to answer this question. I know that there are some things that cannot be said.

"[All Stars] is the righteous **** who held the priesthood of the stars in my time. If you have not heard of his name, it means that he has found a successor, and then inherited the era of collapse and became the master. I think now There should be a righteous **** who possesses the priesthood of [Starry Sky] in the age of ". You can equate the authority of these two."

"Ok?"

　　 It took a long time for Jenkins to react to what he said, and then he suspected that it was his dream now, which was the secret he had been pursuing.

　　 "The ruler is the righteous god..."

"I know what you are surprised, but judging from your facial expressions, you probably guessed something before. Some things can't be said easily, but I'm already dead. The conversation with you now is just an engraving. I don’t need to be afraid of those weak rules, but there are only these things I can say. I believe you can guess the meaning of these words. The difference between masters and gods is actually not as big as people think."

　　 As he said, he took the initiative to add firewood to the bonfire, and the flames became more vigorous.

"The long adventurous life allows me to know most of the secrets of that era. If I can help you, I hope I can tell you all the secrets I have, but the rules limit all of this. You say you are a holy son? This is very Unusual. Generally speaking, this ability will only be mastered by the unknown people who are submerged in history, and let them move forward with heavy burdens. Those talents are the most suitable... Is it the end of the era?"

　　 The ancient hero suddenly asked, his voice still so low.

　　 "Yes, it is the end of the Eighteenth Epoch, and the signs of disaster are already appearing."

　　 Jenkins nodded, and the man immediately raised his head and easily found the purple star.

　　 "Star of Destiny? That's it. This time [hero] appeared to be a savior. That's how it is."

　　 He said in a suddenly realized tone, and then looked at Jenkins seriously:

"In this way, young people, the responsibility you will bear will be heavier than me and all heroes in the past. The savior at the end of the era will determine the future destiny of several generations. You must use it carefully. With your own strength, you must also beware of other saviors. What you will step into is the cruelest struggle."

　　 "Actually I have... forget it."

　　 Jenkins is not an out of the box, he thought carefully about the incredible information he had just received, and found that he was not so surprised. All of this is logical, and only this explanation is reasonable.

　　 The successor to the right position of the righteous **** has realized the change of the righteous god, but it will not leave too many traces in the history books. The departure of the righteous gods gave the false gods the possibility to rise, but...

"This is not the reason why the righteous gods used clones to form new gods? But in this way, won't it cause a long-term monopoly of the priesthood? It is also the end of the era. I don't know which righteous **** will leave this time. , And which false **** will succeed..."

　　 Jenkins had many thoughts in his heart, and it took a long time before he returned to the conversation with strangers: