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    As we all know, there are actually more than one tombs of gods on the mainland.

    According to the "Divine Calendar", the saddest and most magnificent scene in the age of the old gods was the twilight when the gods fell. , that is the end of the age of the old gods and the beginning of the age of the post-gods.

    Therefore, the old gods of the year actually had a common giant cemetery, which was called the tomb of the gods. Of course, Wan is an exaggeration, in order to appear magnificent. In fact, counted it with fingers, except for the hundreds of minor gods, only two of the three main gods of the old era were lying in it.

    That maverick who did not lie in the tomb of the gods is Radiant God Fae.

    Because Fae fell a little later than the other gods, he stayed till the end of the twilight, when night fell, closing his eyes when the last ray of light was gone.

    However, these all come from legends and records, and how the actual situation has long been untested. It was as if no one could say for sure who built such a dangerous tomb for the fallen gods and the Fae who died at last.

    "I hate the person who built the tomb of the gods..." Ban wrapped his arms around the horse vulture's neck, irritated like a gossamer.

    Before leaving the Hanging Palace, Kevin prepared a horse vulture for him. The body is relatively short compared to other people, but the limbs are strong and the wings are broad, and the running is not inferior to those of the big men. It's perfect for a half-sized boy like Ban as a mount.

    But this little bastard doesn't know which one is wrong, he has to run by himself, and he believes that he can surpass most horse vultures in the long-distance trek and lead the way.

    So he put himself on his knees.

    After most of the day, the horse vulture was still galloping, but Ban was about to ascend to the sky. In the end, Kevin couldn't see it, so he whistled and called the little horse vulture to the front, picked up the lion that was foaming at the mouth and was about to die, and threw it on the horse's back.

    With a consolation: "Yes!"

    "I don't think it's that far on the map!" Ban 嘤 嘤 嘤 嘤 cried, his hands and feet were weak when he changed back to human form, he was lying on the horse's back and couldn't straighten his waist again.

    Kevin glanced at him and said, "Which retard told you that a straight line between two points on the map represents the actual distance?"

    class:"……"

    Unfortunately, it was himself.

    "How far is that? Can we get there before dark?" Ban looked up at the road in front of him, half dead, and couldn't help asking.

    Kevin smiled and touched his dog's head, raised his hand and pointed to the distance, and said warmly, "See that hill? It's almost time to get there."

    Ban squinted his eyes blankly, and carefully distinguished in the thick rain and fog in the distance for a long time, but he could not find the so-called small hill.

    "Where are you looking? Over there." Kevin raised his hand and slapped it again.

    "Ah?" Ban's gaze extended along his arm, not daring to deviate at all.

    After a long while, the dazed little lion slowly opened his mouth wide, staring at his eyes completely petrified. He was dumbfounded for a moment, then jumped up suddenly, pointed to a columnar mountain in the distance, and shouted, "Go to your grandma's hill! Is that called a hill?!"

    Kevin gave a "tsk" and said, "You are a little older and you love to scold people. I will ask people to arrest you for etiquette class."

    The little lion said "Bah": "Who dares to catch it!"

    "Emperor." Kevin said naturally.

    The little lion looked at him blankly: "...Your country is so strange, the emperor actually has to listen to you, are you his father?"

    Kevin: "..."

    The sky was blue and black, and a thin layer of night light floated up.

    The heavy rain slowed down a little in the afternoon, and after dragging for a few hours, it finally stopped. As soon as the rain stopped, the flying insects became more energetic.

    The elite team selected by Osved was composed of the three major legions of Bronze, Red Iron, and Ujin, and almost all of them were officers. Although there is no commander or deputy commander level, they are the leaders of each legion on weekdays, so no one wants them to be injured during this long trip.

    Before leaving, the legion gave each of them a pair of close-fitting light armor, which could wrap most of the vital parts of the body without being clumsy. One person wears a rain-proof cloak with a hood, and a fine-mesh copper wire mask.

    This kind of full armor can basically resist most flying insects, but everyone still seems very cautious.

    So the whole team presented such a spectacle - the leading big and small mouth battles never stopped, as if they were really here for an outing. The group of followers of the black cavalry behind them was silent and solemn, as if they had come to hold a memorial service.

    The location of Fae's tomb is no secret.

    Almost everyone has heard from childhood that Fae's tomb is in the Whitehead Hills area, under the Immortal Falls. But most people don't stop there, and they probably won't know what Whitehead Hills and Eternal Falls are like in their entire lives.

    The common understanding of Whitehead Hills is very uniform - as the name suggests, it is a hill with a little snow on the top.

    The word hill always makes people feel that there is no high risk there, it may just be a low mountain with a little mystery.

    So, when Kevin pointed to the "Pillar of Heaven"-like peak and said, "The rain has stopped, can you see clearly now? That mountain is Whitehead Hills." The absurdity of fucking kidding me".

    From a little closer, Whitehead Hills looks even more terrifying - it's narrow, the walls are almost straight, and the slope is negligible.

    The so-called "white head" probably not only refers to the snow on the top, but also because the top of the mountain has been pierced into the cloud.

    An officer looked up for a long time before finally choking out a sentence: "Please tell me, 'in the Whitehead Hills area' means we are going to bypass it."

    Kevin snorted, raised his chin, and broke his fantasy very thoughtfully: "No, we're going to fuck it."

    Everyone: "..."

    "But it's not tonight." Kevin paused, pointed to the top of the mountain, and said, "There are some things that are not easy to deal with on the mountain at night. If you go up, you will die. Let's speed up and spend the night at the bottom of the mountain. We will leave at dawn tomorrow. "

    The crowd did not dare to delay, and drove the horse vulture to gallop forward, splashing the large bushes of water, drenching the flowers along the wild forest road.

    The questioning officer crouched down on his horse, and a little doubt flashed in the whistling wind: How did Commander Fassbender know that there was something difficult to deal with on the mountain? Has he been here?

    But who is too busy to visit such a ghost place? !

    The night was soon engulfed completely.

    It is close to the Northland, the climate is much drier and colder than the Golden Lion Country border, the temperature difference between day and night is large, and because of the rain, the night wind blows on the wet clothes, which is a bit chilling.

    Kevin slapped his hands, rubbed his fingertips, and quickly set up a few simple camp tents with the others, which could keep out a little wind.

    Several officers skillfully built a fire in the leeward area surrounded by several tents, set up a shelf, and warmed the wine bags they brought over by the fire, and then divided their work to find something to eat.

    "Don't go far, just look in the copse in front of you, don't cross the miasma on the other side of the forest, be careful of poisoning." Kevin said a few words in a loud voice, and then found a dry place to sit on the floor.

    He stretched his long legs and leaned his back on a rock, his drenched cloak toasting in a relaxed posture.

    As far as Kevin himself is concerned, he rarely brings too much burden when he goes out, and it is most convenient to travel lightly. A water bag, a cowhide bag filled with flint and sand, a short melee knife and a long-range longbow are more than enough.

    Food can be found along the way, and he is very experienced. He never pays attention to where he lives. He can rely on a place that is slightly leeward for one night, which is very rough.

    But now that there are more people, there are naturally more things brought out. Military tents, emergency medicine, and even a lot of dry food. However, when game can be found, no one intends to move those dry food. Who knows if you can't find anything you can eat when you reach the Fae cemetery world? Better to be prepared.

    Kevin glanced at the mountains behind him, dug out a small piece of crumpled parchment and a pen from the cowhide bag, and drew a column-shaped Whitehead Hills in three strokes, five divisions and two, but he wrote a line of words: " We're there, go up tomorrow."

    He whistled, and a white eagle that had been let out for a stroll circled and landed on the rock beside him.

    "Extend your legs." He said to the white eagle, and rolled the parchment into the small metal cylinder tied to the white eagle's feet, and said, "Come, go back and report the itinerary."

    The white eagle fluttered its wings, and soon disappeared into the sky without a trace.

    In the early hours of the morning, the bird of prey with the letter smashed its wings on the emperor's desk in the Ugin Hanging Palace, and wet a large area again.

    Osved hadn't had a good night's sleep for several days. At this moment, he finally lay on the desk for a while, and was woken up by this little beast, and his face was covered with eagle feathers and muddy water.

    "...You can't learn to land properly, right?" Osved wiped his face and patted his forehead, trying to wake himself up a bit, while pulling out the masterpiece of Impressionist master Kevin from the small metal cylinder.

    It's just that Whitehead Hills is not very reserved, and then twisted by Kevin's magical brush, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a serious thing.

    Osved frowned, stared at the high-strength object on the parchment for a while, and finally crumpled it up and threw it out with a blank expression.

    Just so hot...

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