Volume 4 Falling into Hell Chapter 354: Rock Lake City
Rock Lake City is a city built on the edge of a magma lake. Several streams of magma converged here, forming a wide lava lake in the Sloth Hell.
The lake is churning and noisy all year round. Fiery red and golden bubbles emerge from the bottom of the lake and burst on the surface. Terrible heat and steam are emitted from these bubbles.
The entire castle is made of black steel bars. In the early days, it was just a small castle in hell. However, after years of war and renovation, Rock Lake City is now a giant castle occupying a huge area.
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Half of the castle is on the land beside the lava lake, while the other side is built on the lava lake water.
So everyone who sees Rock Lake City at first glance can't help but think of the castle as a huge black iron pot, and the iron pot is usually roasting on the fire.
This city is by no means a good place for ordinary humans or other fragile creatures, but for powerful devils, this city is definitely a resort.
"Hey, Sherlock, look over there, what are those guys doing?" Elos said, pointing to a place not far from the lava lake.
"Lord Elos, we have to rush to deal with this nightmare," Sherlock explained: "We don't care about that kind of thing."
"Why are you in such a hurry?" Eloise said casually, "Just taking a look won't waste a lot of time."
"But Lord Eloise, I don't want to stay any longer." Sherlock said with a grimace: "Every moment around this nightmare is torture."
"So exaggerated? What dream did you have yesterday?"
"I dreamed that I was swimming in the ocean of food. I didn't even need to use my hands. As long as I opened my mouth, the sweetest apple would quickly take off its clothes and jump into my mouth like a coquettish woman. "
"Oh?" Eloise asked strangely, "Isn't this a sweet dream?"
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"But every time I take a bite, all the delicious food turns into hot gravel. Oh my God! I have seen hell and the abyss, but I have never seen such a bad world."
"Such a dream is really terrifying. But, okay, Sherlock, don't worry."
Eloise patted Sherlock's shoulder comfortingly, but was secretly glad that she was far enough away from this guy along the way, otherwise only God knows what kind of annoying nightmares would have happened:
"We will definitely sell it today, and no hotel or tavern will accept it."
"This is the same. Thank you very much, Lord Eloise. I feel much better when you say this." Sherlock turned his head and looked at the direction that Eloise initially pointed and then said: "Lord Eloise, They're just a bunch of bathing devils."
"Just a bunch of devils taking a bath?" Iroth asked again, "In the lava?"
"Powerful devils like to use this method to show their strength. It is said that such a pure natural lava bath can also enhance your resistance to flames. It seems to be good for skin care. With the strength of Lord Elos, there is no problem. ."
"Oh, it seems that they are not just taking a bath." Illos squinted his eyes and said: "They seemed to be pushing a guy into the magma. The guy was struggling quite hard."
"Probably just having fun." Sherlock said casually.
"Poor guy, he sank and didn't float."
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"Even having fun is dangerous. Now the devils are so careless."
Eloise and Sherlock walked into this Rock Lake City while chatting.
Rock Lake City is one of the few remaining commercial cities in hell, and its current level of prosperity is unbelievable.
The black warriors, wearing dark armor, lined up neatly on the street, marching neatly amidst hoarse slogans.
Several lichs used bones to set up stalls on the street at the city gate and were selling some magic scrolls and ancient swords.
Groups of little devils circled and flew in the sky, like white doves in the square.
The chain on a chain demon seemed to have accidentally caught on the clothes of a very delicate-looking human woman. The two were arguing fiercely, but Elos knew that the chain seemed to be that of a delicate-looking human woman.
Man is actually a demon of desire.
Occasionally, slight running sounds could be heard from the rooftops on both sides of the street, but only vague transparent guides could be seen, as if a tiger twice the size was running on the rooftops. Elos knew that it was a Hellcat.
.
Several horned demons walked past Iloth with their proud horns held high.
This was the first time for Elos to see so many devils.
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"I borrowed it, I borrowed it, if you don't want to go, please give way! Hiss... hiss..." said a pleasant voice behind Elos.
"Sorry, sorry."
Ilosu said and took the initiative to step aside. A dazzling woman with a beautiful woman's upper body and a snake's lower body held a stack of books and squirmed past Ilosu.
"Here," Elos took a deep breath before continuing: "This is Rock Lake City."
The first thing Eloise and Sherlock need to do is to get rid of the big burden of nightmare.
There is a simple common sense in the lower plane, that is, no nightmare will be kept in the stables of any inn or tavern. The characters in the inn come from all over the world, and even the gods cannot know that the guy staying today will be
The villains there.
If nothing happens, these evil guys will take the initiative to cause trouble for you, not to mention what they will do if they don't sleep well and are in a bad mood.
Under the guarantee of strong strength, try your best to make the tourists who come here have a good mood. This is the direction that every businessman who runs a hotel in the lower plane must work hard.
But Nightmare is not an ordinary beast. It performs well whether as a horse that carries people or as a beast that pulls things. If you meet the right buyer, a good Nightmare can still be sold for a good price.
It would be a shame to abandon it just like that.
So Sherlock walked through several streets and alleys under the leadership of Elos, and came to an alley outside the main street.
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"Sir, where do you want to take me?" Sherlock asked strangely: "It seems that you are very familiar with the streets here. Have you ever been to this place?"
"No," Elos sniffed hard, trying hard to identify the familiar smell in the sulfur-filled air. He explained calmly:
"But I know which kind of people are more suitable to sell nightmares to, and I also know where kind of people usually gather. This is what Liadrin told me. Walking this way, I can already identify the smell.
"
Sure enough, after a while, the two of them came to a wasteland in the east city of Rock Lake City. A huge tombstone was erected at the entrance of an avenue. The same words were written on the tombstone in various languages such as purgatory, abyss, universal, and elf.
mean.
Cemetery area.
Behind the big tombstone is a deserted tomb. Except for a few mutated demon ravens howling on the withered branches, there is no sign of life at all.
"Is this the cemetery area?" Sherlock sighed: "It is really a deserted and unacceptable place. Lord Elos, please forgive me, I think it is impossible to sell nightmares here. Among those tombstones
The guys below don't seem to have any desire to travel on the Nightmare. I doubt they even want to wake up or even go out."
"Have you never been to a place like this?" Eloise asked with a smile: "You are a businessman, why don't you know the rules here?"
"I have absolutely no common language with the undead, they don't even have tongues," Sherlock complained: "And they also exude a strange smell. The most important thing is that these guys never seem to be rich.
I don't usually deal with these rotten paupers."
"Well, the reason why you have such a prejudice is because you are not familiar with the group of undead." Ilosi said with a smile: "Since you are my businessman from now on, then I have to tell you.
, your idea is really wrong. In fact, the undead are a group with serious polarization. Some undead are very rich and extremely rich. This is a perfect word to describe those dead people, while others are just...
As you said, they are out-and-out dead ghosts. They are poor when they are alive, and they are even poorer when they die. It is very simple to tell whether a dead soul is rich. There is a little trick, which is more accurate and very convenient.
, then it’s possible that you want to smell the smell of the undead.”
"To smell the undead?"
"Yes, of course, we need to observe it on board." Illos said, "For example, an undead that exudes a putrid smell and is covered in rotten flesh is very likely to be a poor man. And when a person's whole body is carefully wrapped, it emits
When a corpse smells strongly of formalin, then this guy is probably a rich man."
"This..." Sherlock said honestly: "I'm sorry, Lord Elos, your words are really weird, I don't quite understand them."
"This is a very simple reason. Although the dead don't need to eat or sleep, even if they are dead, they will still take care of themselves," Elos said with a smile:
"Most accomplished people care about their own image. This not only refers to clothing, but also other aspects. Even the dead are no exception to this. So the dead who have energy and money will try their best to make themselves as beautiful as possible.
To make it more comfortable, they will often apply an alchemical reagent called 'formalin'. This is not a cheap thing, and the dead who have the money to do this are richer than most living people."
"Sir, your knowledge is so profound!" Sherlock praised wholeheartedly: "But why do you think, Lord Elos, you know so much about the undead?"
"Of course," Iloth laughed. Of course, he knew some secrets after dealing with the lich Kel'Thuzad for a long time.
But of course Eloise would not say that. He patted Sherlock on the shoulder and educated him with a smile: "Don't you see that I have been reading all day long? People always have to study more. The so-called learning
Endless, that’s what it means.”
"I never thought that Sir Eloise, you actually have the talent for business," Sherlock said. "I can only say that although I am surprised, I still feel admiration. So Sir Eloise, now we are standing in this desolate land."
What can be done on top of the cemetery? I don’t think anyone will come by and buy anything.”
"Most of the places where the dead gather are only open at night. Of course, there is no day or night in the Hell of Sloth, so this place is probably like an underground market," Elos said, walking to the side of the big tombstone, and then pointed to a path leading underground.
Lu Lu said: "Look, this is probably the entrance. Take Nightmare with you and let's go in."
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With that said, Eloise took Sherlock and walked underground.
This is an underground mausoleum of considerable size. The steps made of marble floors spiral downwards, deep into the darkness. There are places for placing torches on both sides of the mausoleum, but no one does this unnecessary thing.
After all, most of the people who come here are devils and undead, and darkness is nothing to them.
After walking downward for about five minutes, the two finally entered this huge underground tomb.