Warhammer in a box

Chapter 262 Shi Lan
The leading lizard priest came to the sanctuary where the great Slan was sleeping. He looked up at the door of the sanctuary with great magical defenses and began to pray in the lizardmen's own language. After he recited a long and complicated secret language and used magic power to activate the seal, the door of the sanctuary that had been sealed for a long time was opened.

Most of the Slann have fallen into a deep sleep in order to maintain the Great Guard, because they are needed to keep the vortex of the High Elves running. The Lizardmen are no longer as powerful as before. There are only four left out of the dozen or so temple cities, and the population has also dropped by two-thirds.

The fixed population growth rate means that the Lizardmen will not be able to experience another large-scale invasion of demons after the collapse of the Great Vortex, so the Spirit Lizard Priest will never wake up the sleeping Slan unless it is absolutely necessary.

As the magic power on the gate began to weaken, a mysterious voice was heard from inside the gate, and a huge, blue-skinned Shilan floated out from the gate.

His eyes barely opened, showing that he had not yet fully awakened from his deep sleep.

Seeing the Slann coming out of the sanctuary, the Skin Priest knelt down and spoke to him.

"Great Shilan, please forgive us for disturbing your slumber."

And this Slann is also one of the few second-generation Slann left among the Lizardmen. The first-generation Slann, that is, the earliest and most powerful batch of Slan created by the ancient saints, have all died long ago. The legendary Slan among the Lizardmen, Kroka, is a first-generation Slan, and even after his death he was made into a mummified existence.

His power even transcends death. Whenever the Lizardmen encounter an enemy or crisis that they cannot resolve, Kroka's mummy will be moved out of his slumber.

The magic power in his body after his death can easily destroy entire armies of demons.

As for the lizardmen forces that can be controlled in the game, Master Ma, Mazdamuni is just a second-generation Slann, but even among them, there are only four or five left in this world.

And the subsequent generations, until the fifth generation of Slan, were weaker than the previous one, and could not be compared with the previous two generations at all. But even so, they were still the most powerful magic users in the world, and the existence of the entire Lizardman race depended on the command and planning of these Slan.

Unfortunately, the youngest Shilan is nearly seven thousand years old, and the Shilan population will never be replenished, so the extinction of the Lizardman race is only a matter of time.

Except for the Skin Lizards and some very powerful individual Lizardmen, most of the Lizardmen were merely designed as tools for fighting and construction. If there were no commander to direct them, they would not know or think about what to do next.

Listening to Shi Lan in front of him saying a note that he didn't understand at all, the Spirit Lizard could only continue to say that Shi Lan was sometimes really incomprehensible. Many times, the Spirit Lizard Priests who were their agents couldn't understand what Shi Lan said, and in the end they had to guess on their own.

But think about what the people who created them were like. The ancient saints came up with a big plan but didn't say what it meant, and the Slanns spent their entire lives trying to find out what this so-called big plan represented.

"Great priest, humans, that new race has come to the island again."

After hearing the words of the spirit lizard priest, it was not known whether this Shi Lan had woken up or really cared about this matter, he finally gave a clear response.

"That young race?"

This Shi Lan seemed to remember something. He did reach some trivial agreement with a human a few years ago, but these few years were too insignificant in his long life, and he didn't take this matter to heart at all.

"Great Slan, the humans this time are different from before." The Spirit Lizard said anxiously. The Lizardman army outside encountered an extremely terrifying human in the past few days. No matter whether it was a Spirit Lizard, a Lizardman, a domesticated behemoth, or those powerful giant lizards, when they wanted to find the human who had entered the magic mist without permission and kill him.

Their final fate was death, without exception. When the Skin Lizard Priests came to the center of the battlefield to check, the battlefield was unusually simple, and there were no signs of fierce fighting around. The dead Lizardmen were all killed by unknown weapons.

There is a fatal wound in each vital part that can kill the person directly.

They didn't expect that this deadly hunt was still waiting for them. Even when they were checking the battlefield, a spirit lizard priest was suddenly killed. If they hadn't collectively released magic to block the man, and finally used the help of the magic mist, perhaps everyone would have died there.

The chameleons outside the fog also brought news about the Terra army, which made the Skink Priests unable to sit still.

If this unknown human being was allowed to break into the Misty City and cause harm to the sleeping Shilan, they would be sinners of the entire Temple City.

After listening to the words of the spirit lizard priest, the eyes of this Shi Lan seemed to become bright again.

He raised his arms, which were extremely short compared to his body, and magic power began to surge in his hands. Even the most powerful wizards in this world would not be able to mobilize such a level of magic power easily.

The light of magic continued to flow in Shi Lan's eyes.

Shi Lan began to release his prophecy spell, and in his mind he began to see the Terra army outside. Looking at the weapons in the hands of these humans and the various huge machines, Shi Lan still didn't care too much.

In his understanding, these new races were just growing again, but that was all. He could feel the power of these weapons and equipment, but he only needed to cast a spell and these outsiders would be easily destroyed.

But the next second when he saw Bourne in the crowd, his eyes became solemn. Zhang Heng, who was standing behind Bourne, appeared in his magical world like a scorching sun. The power he exuded even reminded him of his creator, the Ancient Saint. Only the Ancient Saints who were called creators could possess such power.

"Kotaigo?"

Shi Lan murmured that the scorching sun reminded him of Kotego, the sun god in the Lizardmen's beliefs.

A few lizardmen will have marks representing different gods on their backs when they are born from the hatching pool, and these blessed lizardmen often become legendary lords.

A red mark will appear on the back of the lizardmen blessed by Kotego.

As the prophecy spell was further activated, the scene came to Sleimabo. The next reaction of this existence, who was called a terrifying killer by his own lizard priests, made Shi Lan feel incredible.

Slemab in the magic prophecy seemed to sense being watched and looked at Slan. If behind Bourne was a scorching sun representing justice and warmth, then behind Slemab was still a scorching sun, but under the scorching sun was indeed a sea of ​​corpses and blood like a small mountain.

All kinds of corpses that Shi Lan had seen or had not seen were piled up at Sleimabo's feet, and among the pile of corpses there were even many corpses of the great demons under the command of the four gods. This made Shi Lan unable to believe for a moment, are the humans in front of him really the race created by the ancient saints themselves?
And what Shi Lan saw was the essence of a living saint.

(End of this chapter)