The whole world is God's help

Chapter 188 Holy Land and Glory Day

In the depths of the vampire-inhabited street, Quentin entered it first, blended into a bloody tavern without any sense of disobedience, and successfully chatted with another vampire customer in the tavern.

Just when they said that there seemed to be elemental spirits appearing in the nearby sea area, there was a commotion in the store. Under the dim light and shadow, many vampires stood up excitedly and strode out, some even knocked over the goblets in their hands. , Accompanied by the shattering sound of glass, fresh blood spilled all over the floor.

Quentin was vigilant: "What's wrong?"

His new friend Loren sneered arrogantly and disdainfully: "Oh, a group of miserable fellows driven by desire, don't pay too much attention to them." After speaking, he silently swallowed his saliva, what's the taste?Why is it so fragrant and delicious?

Seeing his imperceptible movement of his nostrils, Quentin suddenly realized something, the breath in the space... Isn't it the smell of Ash?

The same street that Sigourney and Ash walked?

Did you just come in?But even the strong smell of blood in the store couldn't cover up Ash's breath.

For vampires, it is comparable to the top drug.

After working hard for many days, Quentin finally developed a little resistance to Ash's breath.

But the vampire here is not necessarily the case.

They also have no reason to be patient.

Almost in the blink of an eye, this tavern, which offers various flavors of blood, was mostly empty.

"Aren't you going?" Quentin asked Loren.

Loren raised his head proudly: "What's the difference between a guy controlled by his body instinct and a vulgar orc?" Then he lowered his voice, "Humans can't come to this street alone, someone must bring him in. Dare Bringing such a delicious human being here is definitely not a small skill."

He waved his hand, swallowed quietly, and was so greedy that he couldn't help but took a sip of blood from his wine glass, and then suppressed his impulse, and said, "Continue to talk about the elemental elves. I plan to go to that sea area tomorrow and the day after to find Looking for clues, if I can catch an elemental spirit and sell it, I will have enough food for ten years."

The young vampire with a gloomy and handsome face held out his hand to Quentin: "Are you going? I need a helper."

Quentin said, "Go."

While they were discussing the details, the battle situation on the street was quickly passed on.

It is said that the vampire who owns the delicious blood slave is a vampire with extremely high bloodlines, probably at the level of a blood clan elder, and no one here can beat it.

It is said that the vampires who went to snatch food were not all enemies, and were severely taught a lesson.

It is said that the powerful vampire, with his blood slave, entered the residence of the elf Fabio...

"Fabio the Elf?" Quentin remembered that Sigourney said he was going to find his friend. This is Sigourney's original friend in this world?

Loren was surprised: "You don't know him?"

Quentin: "..." Would it be strange not to know?He looked gloomy. "I never cared about the elves!"

His answer made Loren's eyes light up, and he obviously liked it very much. He felt that the friend he met in the tavern today really made him hate it from head to toe.

"That's right, what is there to say about the elves." He sneered, "Quentin, let me tell you, Fabio..."

He began to gossip about Fabio the Elf.

Quentin also listened with relish.

On this side, after giving a lesson to a group of winking vampires, Sigourney lifted the hood slightly towards the elf upstairs to let the other party see his appearance clearly.

"Fabio, open the door." He said casually.

"It's you?" Fabio laughed, "Okay, come in."

The wooden door of the apartment next to the street opened silently, like a welcoming ceremony.

Sigourney led Ash inside familiarly, and went directly to the garden balcony on the second floor, where a variety of shade plants were planted, probably to match the perennially dark environment of this street.

The plants grow quite lushly, and many of them emit a faint night light.

Surrounded by plants, the forest elf Fabio is half lying on a rocking chair made of vines. His long dark green hair is almost integrated with the vines, looking extremely relaxed and comfortable.

If he ignores the settlement of vampires here, then he looks like he is in a vast forest.

Seeing Sigourney coming up, he didn't get up, but pointed to the vines on the other side, indicating that Sigourney could sit there.

Ash sat next to Sigourney, and as soon as he sat down, he heard Fabio dragged his voice lazily: "So you are still alive."

Sigourney turned back coolly: "Aren't you dead too?"

Fabio laughed: "Well, what do you want to know?"

"What is the Holy Land? What is the Day of Glory?" Both terms were heard from the mermaid guard, and Sigourney went straight to the point.

This Moyo is a well-known common-sense question, but Fabio didn't ask anything, and he gave whatever information Signy asked.

"Things have to start more than ten years ago..."

At that time, the high-level parliament made a prophecy.

It is said that somewhere in this world, there is a key to control the world.

The prophesied location is in a small village by the sea.

After careful investigation, I was shocked to find that this village is actually an extremely core stronghold of the Freedom Alliance.

It's easy to guess what happened next.

The Liberty Alliance had discovered one place and destroyed another, not to mention they still occupied the prophesied land.

So the council mobilized an army of magical creatures, charged at lightning speed, and raided overnight, destroying the stronghold of the Freedom Alliance.

Take the prophesied land into your hands.

"The so-called Holy Land is the stronghold of the former Liberty League." Fabio said, "As for Glory Day..."

He showed a mocking look.

"The original prophecy only delineated the scope, saying that the key to control the world is in this area. But, that area is not big or small. It used to be a village with houses and various furniture. , trees and grass, and so many people—what do you mean by the key?”

"No one knows." Fabio smiled lazily, "And, even if the key is found, which race does the key belong to?"

"And so came Glory Day."

The council of magical creatures made a rule.

The Holy Land is opened once a year.

On the opening day, the major races will send their representatives to enter at the same time, and pick an item from the Holy Land to bring it out.

Whether the selected one is the key or not depends on each person's ability and luck.

During the closure of the Holy Land, no race is allowed to enter, and the guards come from all races to supervise each other.

During this period of time, the major races will not be idle, and they will study various methods to ensure that the next time they make a choice, they will not rely on luck to guess randomly, but have a basis.

Of course, in the past ten years or so, the major races have tried many methods, the reliable ones are like astrology again, and the unreliable ones are like arranging the luckiest young men in the clan to choose items... In short, they have brought A lot of items came out, but none of them could be confirmed as "keys".

Maybe the key has already been taken out by them, but the person who took it out didn't know the goods and didn't know how to use it.Perhaps the key is still lying quietly waiting to be found in a corner of the Holy Land... who knows?

"The day the Holy Land opens is the Glory Day." Fabio yawned, "The Glory Day is already the highlight of Iluf every year. Soon, it will be the Glory Day this year. How is your luck? If it is good If you don’t, you may be able to get the favor of which race, and you can enter the Holy Land to feel it yourself.”

luck?

Sigourney glanced at Ash and stood up: "Thank you for the information. What potion do you need? I'll prepare it and send it to you."

"Same as always." Fabio waved his hand drowsily, "I won't see you off."

Sigourney nodded slightly, and left the apartment with Ash.