Black Scepter Chapter 15: The second batch of visitors
>No one knows what is downstairs.
According to Sunderland’s inference, it is likely to be the entrance to a huge underground city-the Kleinman family has not only a blood family at its peak, but the werewolf species was originally the servant of the Kleinman family. Millions of blood-sucking bats, high-level Warcraft like Sphinx and Hydera are everywhere. The most exaggerated is that this powerful blood clan has spread its roots to cover almost the entire continent, and it has been spread for a long time. "There have been stories of changing from confrontation to cooperation with the Kleinman family, and its influence and strength are evident.
It's just that this bloodline that is extremely prosperous seems to be hurt because of several major events that happened one after another-inferred from Sunderland's words: its culprit is Yizuer, Saffron's Scepter and that long time Ashkandi who had not met had an inseparable relationship.
Morpheus understands that he can’t go this way—The influence of Sulfuras’ scepter cannot be ignored by himself, the whisper still haunts him at night, even if he doesn’t touch it anymore, it and himself” The fact of "connection" cannot be ignored.
What are the benefits? What's wrong?
A group of people is about to verify with their own actions-a team of 17 people, one lord-level and one lord-level Warcraft. The entire team even carried enough compressed food and water for more than a month.
After confirming sufficient preparation, Morpheus turned around and looked at his "night watchman", involuntarily touching the leather backpack behind him, and after Sphinx jumped over his shoulder, he whispered: " My mentor often said, "The unknown of the way ahead is our driving force." Now the danger is unknown. You can go with me. If you can walk out of this place alive, you don't need to say anything more."
The heavily armed swordsmen and magicians standing on both sides of Morpheus bowed gently, and the identity of the family guard no longer needs to be said.
"If you get what you want--"
"I think that being a life-long magic advisor is not unacceptable for a magician who has achieved his lifelong goal."
Sunderland held the staff to perform the wizard's salute, and answered no trace of nonsense.
Morpheus nodded in satisfaction, raised his gaze slightly, looked up at the ever-open window of the towering main tower behind him, and smiled slightly.
Turning around, his figure was swallowed by the shadow blocked by the ruins.
The remaining sixteen followed the team one by one and entered the bottom of the tower dug by the territorial coolies. What I saw was not a solid, dark and damp foundation, but a huge surrounding ladder, as if leading to The dark pits of the abyss.
The five magicians uniformly cast lighting. The narrow space that was originally dark was as bright as daylight. A group of people walked along the original steps of the tower until they found a clear fault at the end of the road ten meters underground. ——Below this excavated fault is a circular hole with a diameter of more than ten meters. The four walls are smooth and neat, and the marks of artificial chiseling are obvious.
"Two digging workers fell and never came up again." Morpheus pointed his wand downwards, and then a torch came from the guard of the great swordsman beside him, lit it and threw it straight.
In the dark, the falling torch initially had an orange-red glow in the field of vision, but the fast-going light soon became a halo, followed by a light spot, and eventually disappeared into the darkness.
For a while, I couldn’t even hear the falling echo.
Although Stanland, the largest Archmage with the highest rank, is most active in exploring this crypt, he does not show any impetuousness, but is extremely cautious. He recited a spell, and the elements around his body suddenly began to vibrate. As the wand was lifted, a huge semi-transparent cylinder suddenly condensed in the air, and then suddenly filled into this deep pit.
Strictly close.
"Stand up."
Sunderland said to everyone around him—the five mages immediately cast five different air to stabilize the boundary, and the sword masters stepped forward to stand in front of the mage, ready to insert the sword into the bluestone .
Morpheus squatted halfway down, holding the Naple magic steel dagger in his hand, and raised his head, but saw the scene where Sunderland split the wand vertically.
Like a huge needle tube was pushed, the element forming the cylinder was pushed straight down the cave, and the surrounding air was evacuated and began to flow violently. Let this group of powerful people even have tinnitus!
Only Sunderland standing in front of everyone is as immobile as a mountain, the wand in his hand is buzzing slightly, looking at the abyss in front of him without saying a word.
For a long time, Morpheus finally heard a huge muffled sound from the cave as if the cork was pulled out.
"Slow Fall, Level 3, Collective Release."
Sunderland clearly gave the plan, Morpheus nodded, and the family magician immediately began to prepare for the release of the spell-one of them took out a piece of Jin Ling carving from the magic prop bag on his back. Feathers, golden yellow wings with a faint shimmer floating under the control of the elements, floating in midair, the six mages collectively began a unified spell recitation, and then the feathers collapsed when the Sunderland spell waved the staff A little golden light, but not condensed.
At Sunderland's indication, a group of people stepped onto the "carpet" suspended directly above the cave, and then went straight down under his superb elemental control.
Morpheus looked at the light above his head gradually disappearing. The pedestrians in the deep tunnel did not slow down slowly, but after five or six minutes, they still did not reach the end.
Sunderland’s expressionless hand holding his wand and looking down at him, the same is true of all family mages. Everyone is highly focused and in a state of preparation, which makes Morpheus produce the first time to relax slightly. The feeling-their strength is not worse than their own, and it can even be said that Sunderland is far stronger than himself. The peace of mind brought by the powerful team is indeed the most needed on the long-term escape of Morpheus.
At this moment, the Severus Scepter is lying quietly in the backpack behind Morpheus, and there are two pieces of sacred gun lying in it. The powerful and indestructible holy weapon is enough to deal with any unexpected situation. Let Morpheus have a certain confidence.
Morpheus, who was thinking about it, found that the light suddenly dimmed-the light originally reflected by the four walls diverged due to the sudden change of space.
He immediately reacted, and a group of people had crossed the tunnel and reached the inside of this mysterious area.
When the wands of the five wizards were pointing all around and below, the entire team was abnormally silent--because they didn’t know how to describe the scene in front of them, they could only look up at the huge vague dome and a dark-painted hole, Turning his head to look down, after continuing to descend for nearly three or four hundred meters, the field of vision was a vast space beyond imagination!
This is not an imaginary underground cave, but a spectacular underground world.
It seems that the creator dug out a huge space under the ground more than the Lampard collar, and even reserved a "sky" of nearly 800 meters above it. This mysterious world that stunned Morpheus, Presented to him like a quiet dormant beast.
And this also made the group feel the depression from the heart-what kind of people or races can create such a spectacle, and few people across the continent know?
The ground is level. After the slow fall operation, a group of people in the dark found that there are even scattered streets here, but the feeling of ruins is too obvious. When the big Archmage Sunderland removed the element barrier, the cold air Let everyone shudder.
Without a loud command, Morpheus made a tactical gesture to the family swordsman and mage behind him, and the light emitted by the magic wand converged a lot-no one knew what was hidden in this dark dead city, and used brightly. Beams are tantamount to giving others a cue to attack.
Sunderland looked at the depressing "sky" for a long time, and finally whispered: "It seems that the classics are all true. At first, Yizuer in Byzantine can run so far and reap Quite a strong return, only a'legacy' left by a huge force."
"Yizuer has been here?"
Morpheus is not clear about the details. Even if he is a direct descendant of Windsor, he is not clear about the specific life of this character that makes the old guys of the Golden Compass Council feel dreaded.
"Windsor, as an ancient military aristocrat of Byzantine, experienced a series of unimaginable shocks after Yizuo took the position of the head of the house. Although he seated the seat of the head of the house, he was too young to be so called The upper aristocracy agreed with him, so he declared that he was seriously ill. After disappearing for a while, he once again appeared in the upper class aristocracy of Byzantine. When he and his entire family soared in strength, the entire upper class aristocracy was upset."
Sunderland has a deep research on the idol-like figure of Yi Zur. Although each mage does not believe in the deity, he always has a spiritual totem of his own to look up. Obviously Yi Zuer Lan is such a character.
Morpheus thinks of the exquisitely carved stone statue of Yiurn in Mullentar, he did not admit his true identity with Sunderland. He looked at the bottom of his feet. According to Sunderland's inference, it seems that this is Yizuer once. Where I have been.
So what did he do? What is left? What did you take away?
"No one dares to record this place, it is the largest foundation of dark creatures," Sunderland lightly illuminated the nearest building with a magic wand. The dusty gates and the land were bleak. The ancient Syca's handwriting, "The largest master of the underground order here, the base camp of the Kleinman family-Arantis."
The illuminated building looks like an old tavern. The ancient Siga-style porch and stone pillars are full of beautiful atmosphere, but they are abnormal due to the dust.
"Be careful~IndoMTL.com~If there are not too many errors in historical records, then this should be a huge city with a population of more than five digits, and its main residents are all dark creatures and rulers. It’s a proud blood family.” Sunderland waved his hands and released his reconnaissance. He looked back at the dark road in the distance and said softly: “Even if the current blood family is insignificant and hidden in the darkness, it does not mean that the real strong people Will disappear with it."
Windsor’s family guards don’t have a single mouth, but they have a strange feeling in their hearts. After all, this was the place where the family’s proprietors have explored. A sense of glory.
Morpheus took a deep breath. As the leader of this team, he gently waved his hand and made an order to move forward.
A forgotten city ushered in its second guests in hundreds of years.
And its last visitor was dying in the dungeon at the moment, waiting for death to come.
(Today, I took my daughter-in-law to remove the wire, which was relatively smooth, but the doctor said that it will take four or five days to go to the ground. These days, the update is not strong and I hope to take more. Try to recover before the end of the month. The more the better, the slower the writing, but it should be worth the penny price of that chapter.