The Wizard World: 546 Ingress 3

"Where did these monsters come from?" Angle asked the point. He can see that these two people should be responsible for the hotel, so why explain to him so much, in addition to testing the strength, there is also the meaning of draw, otherwise no one will spend so much energy on an outsider.

"From the cracks in time and space behind the ancient wizard who opened the door to chaos," Beard explained casually. "Those guys are either from the chaotic world or from other worlds. Who knows, we just kill. The **** on the ground is said to be called the root of the world here."

"Oh?" Angelle frowned. "I've heard of this name .... In distant history, the great wizards of ancient times found a very narrow stratum in the ground. It is said to be the three most powerful people in the world who lived before and after. This is the place of the Witch King. But now there are monsters from other worlds on the ground, ready to invade the entire world to grab resources, don't you know? "

"Snatch? Oh, are you talking about the sealer or the predator? This kind of thing doesn't matter to them, anyway, they will have to evacuate themselves after a while, and they will ignore it." "The most powerful force in our wizarding world is below the fifth floor. The surface layer and the ground are all inferior garbage products, most of them are vulnerable. Although the powerful existence of those alien worlds is powerful, they do n’t have enough time to stay. When the world was in line, it took a little resource and soul, and the invasion also invaded the second floor of the ground. After that, it had to leave and return to its own place. For these, there is a guy who knows the best, "

Angel also felt a little speechless at this time. I knew that the wizarding world would not be so simple. I did not expect that the real wizarding world would be below the fifth floor.

The beard looked at his face, knowing that the newcomer had been calmed down, and his face finally appeared a little proud, and continued, "The root of the world refers to the space of the heart of the tree that extends from the ground down and runs through the entire world. There is a total Four floors, each size is the same ... at least equivalent to the surface of the sea of ​​gems, know the sea of ​​gems? The endless sea to the west. I thought that when I went to the sea of ​​gems, the strongest empire collapse at that time happened. It ’s not the usual excitement. It ’s not normal now. I do n’t know how it is now? ”

"Can you be specific. I don't know how big Gehai is ..." Angri laughed bitterly. He can see it. The red-bearded man who opened the hotel was clearly a living history library. What he smelled was that he reported it casually like Chinese cabbage.

"It's about the same size as the realm of the sky. Know the realm of the sky?"

Angele shook his head blankly. At this moment, he felt that he and the two in front of him were like a completely outcast.

"Oh.!" The red beard covered his forehead and looked helpless. "Why don't you know anything !? You look good, too? Femora, you explain it to him!"

Femola nodded: "This is a simple point. It is equivalent to twenty middle. Enough image, right?"

Angle "....."

Femola "....."

"What is your expression !!" Beard moaned silently. "It seems that you should be a guy born and raised on the surface. There are so many big events in ancient history, and there are only a few relics on the surface. Do n’t you find it strange? Where are those historic relics? Do n’t give them to me Speaking of world gaps, do n’t you go to the kind of stable space of the main world, are n’t you looking for death? "

"What are the relics of the Wizarding War? There are so many sorcerers who passed on in ancient times. All of them claimed to be the world's first, ruled by kings, and shuttled the world to rule the empire. Are you there? "Asked Beard.

Angel felt something really wrong. Indeed, as Beard said, there are too few relics to be found on the surface. "It's really wrong ..."

"Understand?"

"I see."

The beard was relieved; "That's good, I'm afraid you can't accept it. So what are you planning now?"

"Well, where is the surface area where the tornado used to pass? Do you know?" Angli was wearing honorific words, facing people who were more knowledgeable than himself. He has always been modest.

The beard touched his chin: "It seems to be a more desolate place, very barren. I remember going there once. There are very few wizards, all ordinary people."

Angel nodded clearly: "What about the Abyss Scroll?"

Beard hasn't spoken, and the lobster head that came over laughed and interjected: "I remember going there once." He learned the imitation of beard tone. "Bearded mantra is this sentence. No matter where you ask, this guy has this sentence, this old man's nickname is a live map."

Red Beard rolled his eyes, took out a green wine bottle and shoved it into the mouth of the lobster head.

"There are monsters and cracks in space and time inside. Alright boy. After talking about so much saliva, what are you going to do? How about joining our Desperate Hotel? How about pulling a golden beast every ten years?"

"Forget it, none of my family is settled." Angele stood up from the stool, smiled, and turned towards the door.

A trace of regret appeared on both the beard and Fermora's face. "It's a pity, this boy looks scared and is ready to go back." Redbeard whispered.

Femora shrugged without a reply.

Angel went to the stone gate, suddenly turned around and looked at the counter and smiled, "Beard!"

"Huh?" Redbeard looked at him doubtfully.

"Actually, I want to join your hotel, but it may take a long time," Angelle said with a smile.

The beard frowned, and followed with a smile: "No problem. No matter how long, I will welcome you grandly!"

"A thousand years, then." As the words fell, the whole hotel was suddenly silent.

The glass with the beard's hand hangs in the air. Fermora caught the harp strings and forgot to put them down. The lobster man drank on his neck and drank from the corner of his mouth.

All creatures are choking. The candle sconce beating continuously in the hall. No one spoke, and even tried to breathe as lightly as possible. All creatures' eyes focused on the figure at the door.

The air seemed to be filled with dignity and tension.

Angel smiled.

"After a thousand years, I will come to you again, don't forget." He pushed the door out of the hall, his shape suddenly turned into a dark red flame and disappeared outside the door.

The beard finally reacted, and the red glass was replayed.

"No problem !!! I'll wait for you after a thousand years!" He yelled, his voice echoing in the hall.

Fermora's face had a complicated look on her face, and she was terrified. Five points shocked, the rest is all astringent. "A strong man who can live for a thousand years ...... Unfortunately, I can't see that day ..."

"The flamboyant agreement in thousands of years, that guy can live for at least ten thousand years ..." Red beard's eyes laughed into a seam, "If this level of existence really exists, wait for him a thousand What year does it matter? "

"Beard, do you believe what he said is true?" A humanoid monster with a head on his chest came over and asked.

"I only trust my eyes." Red Beard answered with his own eyes.

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Get out of the Desperate Hotel. Standing in the gray and black sand. Angele took a deep breath and looked at the gray space beyond the dark red light film. The Despair Hotel below is completely invisible.

"I didn't expect to encounter a hotel with people in this place ... there are so many powerful creatures in it. Maybe after a thousand years, everything will happen, I will come here again and join the world What exactly is the core ... "

He didn't answer Red Beard's invitation casually. It is true that this is the intention, if it still exists here thousands of years later.

Flying up against the wind and sand, all directions are covered with gray and black wind and sand, and the ears are full of wind. It is impossible to judge whether or not you have actually moved.

Angele flew up for a while. I felt it was far away from the desperate hotel before slowly stopping in the air.

"If you look at the wind you feel, my trajectory should always be around the edge of the storm and follow the same path as the wind," he closed his eyes, and a gleam of blue light under his eyelids.

After a moment, he opened his eyes suddenly and looked to the right. "That's the direction! Going forward should be across the edge of the storm."

A pale blue virtual image of a huge storm torn gradually emerged from his eyes.

‘The abyss storm model is complete, with an overall integrity of 81%. Details complete 2%. ‘The chip ’s beep sounds in your ear.

"Is 81%? Enough ..." The blue light in Anglieu's eyes slowly converged. "This distance doesn't even allow me to sense the Extinction Hotel. It should be fine."

He held out his hand, facing the direction of the judged exit. A thick stream of dark smoke poured from his mouth and nose frantically, and surrounded him, and soon drowned it completely.

Black smoke is getting bigger. Spreading in all directions. Soon it expanded to several kilometers. Form a huge scorpion shape.

The Smoky Scorpion silently stretched out a Scorpion Tong. Gently stab in one direction.

A thick black smoke spurted out madly, forming a black smoke cylinder straight into the sky and sand. The white human face kept rolling in the smoke, and there were screams and praises faintly.

"In the name of fear !!!" "In the name of fear !!!" "Fear is the root of everything !!!" "Follow the will of the king of fear !!!"

A different mental idea permeates the black smoke, gushing wildly to tear the gray and black sand. Extend to a distance where you can't see the end, don't know how far to shoot.

The smoky cylinder rolls. It soon subsided and slowly collapsed.

The thick black smoke gradually faded away, leaving a cylindrical gray-black straight passage.

The huge smoky scorpion nodded with satisfaction. The body quickly shrank and reshaped into a human form. The smoky smoke spread out and Angele came out of it.

"This channel can support three days, it's time to go back ..." He sensed the mysterious mark on the lower left hand, and the range of sensing is small, he can only sense the approximate direction, and he can't talk. The heavy wind and sand disturbed the normal communication.

In the direction of the return, Angele turned around, suddenly turned into a dark red flame and radiated out, disappearing quickly in the sand.