Chapter 2927: The death of Xilan

After hearing the troubadour's account, I nodded and said, "Leave aside the clues of the naughty Becky. Can you tell me about Xilan first?"
"Xi Lan... the brave adventurer who chased the demon world all the way for his lover" The troubadour shook his head slightly and sighed: "He is dead."
"What?!" I was shocked: "He died? How did he die?"
"It is rumored to have been killed by the apostle." The troubadour's tone was very indifferent, as if he dismissed this legend.
"Listening to your tone, you don't seem to agree with the rumors?"
"Oh, just a personal opinion, don't care."
"No, I really want to hear your opinion" I respectfully said: "If this does not hinder your life, I hope you can satisfy the curiosity of younger generations and forgive my recklessness and rudeness."
"I'm serious," the troubadour said: "This is just my short view, and it is not worthy of reference, but since you want to hear it, what's the point of it?"
After speaking, he chuckled, with a hint of self-deprecating and three-pointed emotion, and said: "Unexpectedly, when I get old, there are young people who don't tire of my old nagging."
Taking a deep breath, he whispered: "If you want to understand my thoughts, you must first tell you about our demon world, so as to serve as a reference for your future actions."
"The Demon Realm consists of eight huge landmass bordering each other. Five of them have the most resources and are ruled by five apostles. The other three continents are classified as inaccessible areas and divided by the various organizations."
"The apostles who possess most of the resources will only stay in their respective palaces most of the time. They will never interfere with human affairs. Only when certain major events occur will they leave the palace to solve problems, but This kind of situation is very rare. The impact of the Xilan who broke into the demon world only to hate for his lover is not a major event, so I can conclude that his death was definitely not an apostle. For, it is very likely to be the poisonous hand of the people around the apostle."
"People around the apostle?" I asked curiously.
"Yes," the troubadour said: "Every apostle has their guards by their side. Most of these guards are strong in the devil world, but it is said that the one living in Bole Valley, When he returned from an alien planet, he also brought an alien human being by the way. I heard that this human was named Baen, and he came from the same planet as Xilan."
Hearing this, my brows frowned, and I secretly said in my heart: "Bath...it really is him!"
"This foreign human named Baen is said to have extremely powerful strength, and it is incredible that he can defeat more than half of the apostle's personal guards."
"Unbelievable?" I secretly said in my heart: "It's just that you don't know the Hefeng Continent. There are so many strong people there... I mean the era of Shortblade Swordmaster Baen."
"But this Bath is indeed an incredible person" the bard suddenly smiled.
"Oh? What do you say?"
"Judging from the poetry inherited by other troubadours, the relationship between Barn and the apostle is not a master and servant, but a cooperation. It is hard to imagine that a human being can establish a cooperative relationship with an apostle who is comparable to a god. Can't it be called incredible?"
After listening, I nodded slightly and agreed with his analysis.
"One month after the Master Apostle returned to the Demon Realm, the name Xilan resounded throughout the entire Brooklyn continent, and even other continents talked about this name. Why?"
The troubadour murmured, and then murmured, "That's because the returned apostle was assassinated by Xi Lan, but the assassination failed."
"After the assassination failed, Xilan was not arrested and detained. Instead, the adult let him go. It wasn't until ten years later when Xilan's name was gradually forgotten by people, the incident about him was mentioned again. So he will be mentioned because he is dead."
"I didn't see Xilan's death with my own eyes. After all, it happened tens of millions of years ago, but there are related records in historical documents, but most of these records were destroyed by mysterious forces. The remaining small part was the temporary intention of the ancestor of the enthusiastic troubadour and took that part of the historical documents to the foot of the bed, and finally saved it from destruction."
"So, how did Xilan died and how did he die as recorded in historical documents?" I asked curiously.
"Xilan's body was greatly damaged, even his face was almost destroyed, but fortunately it was not completely destroyed, the news of his death would be known to people, otherwise, the fate of this human who dared to assassinate the apostle , It's too miserable."
"Extremely damaged..." I muttered to myself. Then, my eyes lit up and said: "Excuse me, what damage has his body been damaged? There are related records in historical documents. ?"
"This..." The bard pinched his chin and slowly said, "Let me think about it, let me think about it."
After a while, he nodded slightly, and slowly said: "Part of the record is that there are penetrating wounds pierced by a sharp object in the chest and lower abdomen, and the left rib edge has been burned by high temperature... .. Oh, yes, there is also the neck, and there is another very thin and short neck wound, but it is fatal enough. This wound is the real fatal wound."
Penetrating injuries caused by sharp objects...
Traces burned by high temperature...
Very thin and short, yet fatal enough...
The first and third items are physical attacks, and they are done by sharp weapons, while the second is magic attacks, and it seems to be related to fire element magic, but...
"I take the liberty to ask, what kind of weapons do the apostle guards use?"
"The weapons of the Apostle's Guards vary, but it is said that more than half of them use swords."
"One, more than half use swords?!"
I was speechless for a moment.
This result completely overturned my previous plan to investigate from the guard of the apostle.
"Do you know where Xilan's cemetery is?"
"What do you want to do with this?" the troubadour wondered.
"To tell you the truth, I actually came here on the same planet as Xilan, and in a sense, Xilan is half of me, half of me, and half of him. Half an apprentice, I think I need to go to his tombstone to pay homage to him."
"Oh, it turns out that I was rude." The troubadour nodded repeatedly: "I...I do know where his cemetery is, but I can't take you there anymore. You have seen my body. ..... is not enough to support the long journey, but since you are interested in paying homage to your mentor, I also try my best to help you draw a map and bring the map, so you can accurately find the cemetery of Xilan."
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