"Actually, I have a question to ask you, but I just don't know if I should ask."

"If a young man has questions, he should ask boldly. What are he doing with such a timid and timid way? I am not a human-eating monster, and we goblins will never be stingy in magic knowledge. As long as you ask, I will answer as much as I can. I think a young man asked me, and he said..."

Wang Xiaofeng waited patiently for the old goblin to chatter for a long time, and he didn't mind the old goblin's talkative behavior. When the old goblin was thirsty and preached the magical version of the theory of evolution from the theory of magical machinery, he smacked his lips with some unfulfilled feelings, and the point he explained was just to ask Wang Xiaofeng even if he asked questions, if he didn't understand.

A comrade was worried. The first few went through hard work. It would be great to mix with this enthusiastic goblin. He smiled and asked the old man: "What kind of existence is Yorktown?"

"Oh, are you trying to ask this?" The old goblin smiled and poured himself a glass of fruit wine, raised his head and gulped it, as if he was getting more and more excited. "You don't know, this is not an ordinary town, it can be said to be the most mysterious place on the mainland. You are wandering around the town, except for the three children and the two dwarves who farm outside the town, have you seen others?"

"In addition to them, there are two hunter warriors, and we also had a friendly exchange." Wang Xiaofeng smiled, "The hatred between the Cultivator and the Holy See is too deep. I tried to resolve it, but I had no chance at all."

"Your explanation is in vain," the old goblin smiled, a little strange and sarcastic, which made a comrade feel worried. The old goblin glanced at the door, as if he was afraid of hearing the wall, and said to Wang Xiaofeng: "These families were the ones who survived by chance when they built the empire, so their hatred was naturally the strongest and direct."

Wang Xiaofeng was a little confused. Back then, the collapse of the empire of the people was in the second battle between light and darkness...

"Yes, the town you are in now is not an ordinary town. The number of people here has not increased or decreased in thousands of years. Should it be those or those." The old goblin shook his head and smiled, "Apart from me, others do not know the secret of York Town, and few people know where York Town is."

What is this plot? Wang Xiaofeng tried to digest and compare the information. What this old goblin said was not shocking, but was a bit difficult to understand. He listened quietly when he couldn't figure it out. Wang Xiaofeng said that he was not in a hurry now. After all, the old goblin is his mission NPC. Only by following his wishes can he help him carry out the mission.

The fourth level should be a test of patience. Wang Xiaofeng thought so, without any impatience, although he listened to the old man chattering for several hours...

The old goblin yawned, as if he was tired of talking. He walked to the recliner with his hands behind his back, drank a little drunk after drinking a few glasses of fruit wine, and lay down on the reduced version of the recliner.

"Apart from me, they all live in dreams and sleep in their daily lives. They are representatives of the saints selected by various races, and here they display the existence of this race to let the mainland remember the existence of this race. Only those endangered races can be brought here by the saints and exist forever under the curse of time."

"When the sun sets every day, their memories will go back to the night before the next day. Look at Eve, the reason why she is so excited is because she has endured thousands of years of emptiness and loneliness. It is really a torment and irony to make a depressed person empty for thousands of years, but what can I do? This will allow these races to continue and allow these races to continue to exist."

"This is an eternal curse, a curse on Yorktown." The old goblin sighed, "It is only me who can enjoy the benefits of the curse, live forever, and keep his own memory? Do you know what I rely on? Oh, I guess you don't know the invention of the great goblin. It is that, the one on your left hand, which is now recording everything I have today and telling me tomorrow."

Wang Xiaofeng looked at the several balls placed on the table, and the system also gave prompts in time, which were improved photo balls.

"This is Yorktown, an existence cursed by the God of Time. The curse before the God of Time fell should be the entire continent, but the power of the curse was controlled here by several saints. So if you want to see the Lord of Saints, you can't see it here. They just left a few sculptures sealing the power of the curse here, and there was no other place."

The old elf laughed, but slowly closed his eyes. Wang Xiaofeng looked at the sunset that began to appear outside the window, and felt a little clear.

Buzz —

A strange buzzing came from the town, like a bell ringing, and it was also a memorial to the setting sun. A green light suddenly spread across the sky outside the window, turning into a shock wave and spreading everywhere. Wang Xiaofeng secretly felt that he was about to use the sheep transformation technique, but he saw a faint white light wrapped in his body. Is this... system protection?

bite!

System prompts: Players suffer mental shock when they pass by the wind. This is a normal game plot and will not affect the player's health and health.

Wang Xiaofeng shook his head, making him laugh and cry by this system prompt. He originally wanted to experience what it would be like to forget a day, but the system ruthlessly rejected it. Not to mention whether the virtual helmet technology can reach the level of erasing player memories, the criminal liability caused by doing so alone is not something that the game company can bear.

But this prompt destroys the game's sense of inclusion to the fullest, making Wang Xiaofeng, who is immersed in the magical world, feel even more depressed. In the future, if a player comes to this town to do tasks, can he enjoy the entertainment of the descent? Let me say that if the task cannot be completed within one day, or the task cannot be completed before dark, the task publisher should not admit that he has issued the task...

"Huh?" The old goblin suddenly opened his eyes, "Who are you? The Bright Humans! Leave my home quickly, or I will use force against you!"

Wang Xiaofeng smiled bitterly, bowed slightly to the old goblin, pointed to the photo ball on the table, and walked out of the tree house and waited quietly outside.

At night, it became darker and darker in the dark camp, but at this moment, some barking sounds of dogs coming from the town. I think the green light awakened the town.

I looked at the huge machine standing at the door with a strange look. It should be deep in the orchard. I turned on the magic lamp and looked at the clean ground without the footprints he had when he came.

A light appeared on the horizon, which was the first half moon. A bell rang out from the town, which was the real bell sound, like the bells of the church bell tower.

With a squeak, the old elf walked out of the house with his hands on his back, regained his smile, and waved his hand to Wang Xiaofeng. "Fortunately you haven't left. I've been bored for countless years and I can't help talking in the last few hours of every day. Young man, come with me to see the statue of the saint, the townsmen are already starting to worship."

Wang Xiaofeng nodded with a smile. He finally took another step. The answer should be to those statues.

"But, put this on first."

The old goblin touched the belt, and a gray cloak appeared in his hand, but the size was slightly smaller. Wang Xiaofeng directly took out his invisible cloak, a magic cloak that was once his personal symbol. When he wore it, he seemed to have returned to the time he was alone.

"Yesterday... Oh, I probably don't know what happened many years ago yesterday. The mayor asked us to pay homage to the night to the Holy Lord who saved us, right in the center of the town. Have you seen those statues when you came?"

"statue?"

"Yes, the power of the Light Clan is too strong. After we worship, we will hide the statues. Light, Guangming, shouldn't he be warm and gentle? Why do we force us to massacre us races like this? The God of Wisdom has been forced to leave us, what else do they do?"

This is the complaint during the second battle between light and darkness, and it is also the question of an old man who has lived for countless years.

Wang Xiaofeng followed the old goblin. The old goblin put on the gray cloak, as if this worship was still to be sneaky. They might not know that York Town has already belonged to the dark camp and is not within the scope of the light camp.

What happens if these townspeople are allowed to leave the town? No one has been able to leave the town for so many years?
Chapter completed!