Chapter 393 Dilemma
A large number of temple buildings can still be seen in this small town, and the overall style has not deviated from that seen in the ruins of Vastwa.
It is majestic, yet looks very simple.
Alka and his companions looked around the city.
There were Vastwa people all around, looking at them with curiosity.
Alka could see that most of the civilians here looked a little thin.
It is a very obvious sign of insufficient nutritional intake.
Not only these civilians, but also some of the people who just came with the Great Elder are in this situation.
Only people like Kavala or Vata seem a little bit normal.
Soon the hunchbacked old man.
The man they called the Great Elder took Alka and his companions into the tallest building in the entire city.
"This is the Tower of Autumn, the last of the four towers that is still well preserved." The great elder introduced to the others.
Lucilia, who was sitting on Alka's shoulder, turned her head and looked at the exterior of the entire tower.
It can be seen that this tower is very old, but from some of the structures and arrangements inside, it can be seen that this tower must have been very strong and had many capabilities in its most glorious time.
Many exposed magic flow lines can be seen on the wall, as well as some carved but long-worn spells.
"Is this one of the Towers of Four Seasons?"
"It seems that you really know some of the culture of Vastva in the past, so are the Winter Tower and the Great Temple really outside?" The great elder leaned on his crutches, stopped beside a table, sat down slowly and asked.
Alka nodded. "If the map is correct, the extended corner is indeed outside."
As the great elder signaled, several people sat down at the table.
There were some people standing around, who should be considered some of the leaders among the existing Vastwa people.
Then the whole room became quiet.
The Great Elder coughed twice before he slightly raised his head and looked at Alka and the others opposite him.
"I'm here to ask you to help us. We hope to take our people away from this place. In exchange, we can give you everything that the Vastwa people have."
The Great Elder said this very firmly, and the others behind him showed no intention of stopping him. It was obvious that they all had the same determination.
Hearing this, Alka looked at them and then waved his hand and said, "Of course, you are free. If you want to go out, I can open the door."
Upon hearing this, the Great Elder and the people behind him showed visible joy on their faces.
"Thank you, thank you."
Alka looked at them and said, "Although I don't want to say it, I think it's unlikely that you will survive even if you get out."
"What do you mean?" A slightly tall and thin man behind the great elder asked with a frown.
The joyful expressions on their faces froze.
"You should know clearly how many years you have been trapped here, right?"
Hearing Alka's question, the Great Elder nodded.
"Of course, we will always remember. According to records, in the 4143rd year of the city's founding, we were trapped in this world.
And now 36,826 years have passed.”
"More than 36,000 years?" Even though he knew they had been trapped for such a long time, Alka couldn't help but feel a little frightened when he heard the length of time.
What an exaggerated length of time that would be?
To be honest, it was impossible for Alka to imagine it. It was beyond his ability to think.
In his opinion, hundreds or even thousands of years are already an exaggerated length of time.
But when he actually saw that the Vastwa people had been trapped in such a place for more than 36,000 years, he couldn't help but feel sympathy for them.
He had to admire that this was truly a strong race.
It has not been destroyed in such a long time.
"But according to speculation, it has only been more than 30,000 years since the War of Gods." Simon suddenly said.
"In other words, the time period when the city-state of Vastva was destroyed was actually thousands of years before the end of the War of Gods?" Xia Daiti asked after thinking for a while.
She felt that it was a little unbelievable that she said it.
It turns out that the war between gods has been going on for so many years?
Or in other words, when Vasteva was destroyed, the war between gods had not yet begun?
That remains to be seen.
"We'll talk about these things later." Alka interrupted their conversation and said.
If the history of the Vastwa people was really well preserved, they would probably have seen the stories of that golden age in detail.
But this is obviously not the focus now.
As he said that, he turned to look at the Great Elder and the others, and said to them seriously: "You have been trapped here for so long, so let me tell you about the general situation outside after you were trapped here."
The Great Elder nodded, and the others behind him also pricked up their ears slightly.
The ears are really slightly erected.
Just like Alka and the others were curious about how these people had survived here for 30,000 years, and what happened 30,000 years ago, they were also curious about what had happened outside during the 30,000 years they were trapped.
"I want to confirm that when you were trapped here, what you knew about the outside world was that the gods were at war at that time?"
Hearing Alka's question, the Great Elder turned and looked at the person behind him.
That's because of the slightly younger women.
Looking at the Great Elder’s eyes, she nodded, took a step forward, looked at Alka and the others and said, “According to the historical records we have preserved, we were resisting the large-scale invasion of the God of War at that time.
But at this time, the reckless Midr led his troops to attack us. In that sudden attack, the high priest at that time closed the space connection point between us and the outside world.
But at this time, the Reckless One used his ability to forcibly destroy the temple that was closing the node and the area where the Winter Tower was located.
This created a disconnect between the inside and the outside. At first we thought the gate would open soon, until it never opened again, and we knew something was wrong outside.”
Alka nodded: "Was the war between the gods fierce at that time?"
"It's just a little more intense than usual."
I see, the early stages of the war. So, wars between gods are actually normal?
But this time it kept spreading and getting bigger and bigger.
"Well, anyway, after you were imprisoned, the war between the gods became more and more intense, until the war shattered the world into pieces."
After hearing this, the Great Elder and the people behind him could no longer hold back.
After spending tens of thousands of years, I finally waited for the dawn, but the outside world had already been shattered.
"Okay, listen to me."
"When the world was shattered, the gods who survived left one after another. In the end, only four gods chose to stay. They began to use their own abilities to repair the broken world and pieced it together.
The four gods are the Holy...Stone Mother, the Sea God, the Wise One, and Life. "
After saying this Alka looked at them.
It was still the woman who stood up. She frowned and said, "I know about the Stone Mother and the Sea God. But what about the Wise Man and Life?"
Obviously, she had never heard of the names of the latter two gods.
“It’s normal that you haven’t heard of it. Maybe they changed their name.
After all, it’s been more than 30,000 years, hasn’t it? "
If Alka had referred to the Stone Mother as the Holy Mother, they probably wouldn't have understood who it was either.
In other words, since ancient times, the only one whose name has not changed is the sea god.
“Finally, the world became a world with the ocean as the base, and fragments that once existed were pieced together on top to form various islands.
So now the outside world is a world of ocean.”
"How did you do that? The world should have its own consciousness. If it's all broken, the world is dead. Even if it's put together, it should be broken and destroyed."
The man, who looked to be middle-aged because of his thinning hair, frowned and said.
He seemed to have some difficulty understanding how this broken world could be maintained.
Hearing this, Alka became cautious.
It seems that the Vastwa people also have some research on the consciousness of the world.
"Then I don't know. Anyway, this is how the world works now, and it has been working for tens of thousands of years."
After hearing Alka's words, some people nodded. They would only know the answer after they went out.
"So what do you mean by mortal danger?" one of them asked, looking at Alka.
Alka pointed at the two people, Kavala, who came up with them.
"Did you see the allergic reactions on both of them?"
At this time, there were still some red spots on the two people's bodies that had not completely disappeared, and they could still see signs of allergies on their bodies.
"High magic syndrome, an allergic reaction caused by touching too high magic power." said a woman.
Alka nodded. "Yes, if it is just because of the magic contained in the magic mist I spread that you have such allergic symptoms. Then can you really survive in the outside world full of magic in the air?
Every breath, every object, every action. Everything around is filled with magic."
Alka felt that even in the deliberately created low-magic environment of the Home Sea, they might not be able to survive and would definitely be weakened beyond recognition by the environment.
Not to mention the Endless Ocean, where normal mortals would have their magic in their bodies active due to the high magic environment.
Even ordinary people living in the world would die if they suddenly entered such an environment because of the overactive magic power in their bodies and their inability to adapt.
These people in front of me will have allergies if they come into contact with even a little bit of high magic power. If they go out and breathe a few breaths, it might really trigger an internal allergic reaction, causing all kinds of problems.
“Is the outside world really full of magic?” the woman who just answered the question about the symptoms muttered to herself.
They have already developed a serious separation from the outside world, as well as problems with their world view and cognitive attitude.
Then he looked up at the Great Elder and said, "Great Elder, if this is true, we must not go out rashly. We simply cannot survive outside."
"You have been here for more than 30,000 years, and the environment here has already changed some of your physical conditions." After such a long period of time, some changes are inevitable in order to adapt to the environment.
The Great Elder held his face in pain. He now didn't know what to do.
Staying here means waiting for death, and going out means death immediately.
Looking at them, Alka suggested: "If you don't mind, you can tell me about your difficulties. I think I should be able to provide you with some help."
Hearing these words, the Great Elder and the people behind him looked at each other, and then the Great Elder looked at him.
"If that's possible, thank you very much."
"It's just a small favor."
He couldn't really watch so many people die in vain.
"The biggest problem we are facing now is that we don't have much food left. We have almost used up all the magic power here."
What are the most basic food needs?
According to what they knew, there were still tens of thousands of Vastwa people left, and feeding so many people would be a huge expense.
But for them, it is actually quite acceptable.
After thinking for a while, Alka stood up and said to them, “If you don’t mind, please take us around your city. I want to see the problems you are facing with my own eyes so that I can come up with solutions.
"No problem." Then the great elder picked two candidates from behind him and took Alka and the others out of the tower.
The rest of the people stayed in the tower to discuss what Alka had just said.
This is also a discussion process that Alka gave them, only in this way can they have a better conversation later.
"Let's take a look at your food preparation process first." Alka said.
He had learned about their food when he was talking to Waku outside before. Now he just wanted to see it with his own eyes. The people leading them were the woman who just told the history and a man who didn't say much.
"You can call me Rabbert," the male Vastwa said.
"My name is Afia," the female Vastwa who seemed to know a lot about history introduced herself.
Alka and the others nodded and followed them.
While chatting, we came to a place that seemed to be the edge of the city.
This is just an ordinary house, but there are patrols around.
What they held in their hands were very simple stick weapons.
Apparently, they had only to guard against thieves from their own tribe.
Everyone looked at outsiders like Alka with curiosity, which was unique.
Once inside, the room wasn't very big, except for the storage area. Alka saw the same batteries they had seen before, used to store magic power, but these were larger and more rugged.
Alka took a look at the magic power inside and found that it was at most equivalent to the magic power in the body of a toucher who was less than the second stage.
It really can’t be considered a lot.
The magic power is connected to a funnel-like machine, which has a relatively complex mechanical structure in the center and inside.
Then a worker next to him was a little nervous, but still threw in some grayish-white but seemingly emerald green plants.
"These plants are the reason we settled here. This is the only piece of land left that can still grow plants," explained Labert.
Afterwards, they saw various plant roots condensing in the magic power, and a brown-green liquid flowed out from below.
It exudes a faint fragrance, but it obviously doesn't look very good.
It feels more like medicine than food.
"Then we can produce a nutrient solution like this, which is condensed from magic power and plant nutrients." Labert introduced.
Then he handed the nutrient solution to Alka.
Alka looked at it and gave it to the people behind him.
"Honestly, apart from providing some nutrition, this can't really be considered food." Simon said, looking at the thing in his hand.
Alka nodded that it was true.
But if you understand the current situation here, you can understand it.
But they must not let Juanlu see this thing, because he might study it in a strange way and might let them taste it at any time.
"What about water? What do you say about water?" Alka asked.
"Use magic power and then use the water-making spell to create water." Afia next to him said directly.
This is much simpler and more direct.
"That is to say, the magic power consumed in making water should be mostly consumed by you, right?" Alka asked.
But it actually doesn’t feel right, after all, these people don’t have any strong odor on them.
If water is such an important resource, then they obviously would not bathe if they could.
"That's true, but we have a magical artifact that can create a large amount of water with a very small amount of magic power."
Hearing this, Alka nodded in understanding.
The so-called artifact should mean treasure.
After all, they learned from some records that the Vastwa people should indeed have several treasures.
For example, there are three treasures representing the seasons of spring, summer and autumn left inside, as well as many treasures that are not related to the seasons.
The Hidden Eye should hold a treasure.
Of course, this is just speculation. After all, the world and power system of that era were different.
"The treasure should have a lot of energy, right? It's unlikely that you're so worried about magic power." Simon suddenly realized something and asked.
"Divine artifacts? We have drained most of the magic power from the artifacts ."
Is that so outrageous?
