Thinking of this, Xiao Fen became excited. He thought of some interesting places - two underground cities, one underground in the Dream Forest in the north, and one in the mountains of the Youlin Mountains in the south, thousands of miles apart.
But the cultural consistency is reflected in the details: Does this mean that there is some connection between the two?
Is it because the ruins were created by the same group of builders, and the buildings of the same period belong to the same culture or dynasty? Or is it because they have the same function and all belong to the same temple or altar?
Underground in the Tower of Ember, the mage knew that demons and Ember mages were guarding there, searching for two important things - the blood-stained pages of doom and the endless burning ring.
So what about here?
Whether it is the endless burning ring or the blood-stained doomsday page, to others they are two mission items with no attributes, but to Xiao Fen, either one is equivalent to an artifact. But at this time, he
I remembered another thing -
It was in that cellar that we saw that bracelet. It was so beautiful, like agate or ruby...
I am the daughter of the storm, Iris, and the thing in your hand is what I lost.
She has four attendants: a follower of the fire named Odomidin, a follower of the thunder named Andoram, a follower of the rock named Glaxo, and a follower of the tide named Theraxis.
followers.
It was like a bolt of lightning cutting through the darkness, as if a hole had been opened in his thoughts. Memories flowed out like water, and the mage felt sober as never before at this moment: the ancient gods fell, and the war between the elemental lords and the new gods caused turmoil.
The beginning of the year. What followed was the Dark Age that lasted for nearly a thousand years...
Then the glory returned, and the Throne Rune Island under the divine authority was established until it entered the second year of turmoil.
History has entered the beginning of the Year of Magic again. Now books and legends will be written by a group of great arcane masters. The rule of the Magic Emperor has lasted for a thousand years, but it will also come to an end - the gods wake up from the void, Canaan
Everything on the earth seems to have returned to its original track.
But now, the third turmoil has begun in Oras——
In the history that players know, there are gaps in almost every stage. Documents and information have been lost, and officials never release relevant information - there are confusing legends circulating on the earth, and there are some myths in almost every corner.
Like legends, they are related to each other and contradict each other, making it difficult to distinguish between true and false.
However, now, Xiao Fen found that he had vaguely touched some truths at this moment. Iris, as the God of Elements, why was not mentioned in the war between the Elemental Lords and the New Gods? The mage believed that history was hidden here.
An amazing truth, maybe it can explain many things.
"Mr. Mage?" The soldier looked at the mage with a confused look on his face.
"Well, what?" Xiao Fen finally reacted and temporarily put aside these messy thoughts.
"Stop for a moment..." The soldier gave him a strange look and pointed feebly at one end of the tunnel: "Judging from the monsters in the Young Forest Forest, the difficulty of encountering this dungeon is between level five and six... What I mean is
Yes, let’s just wait here and go out after the monsters outside leave.”
Such a proposal put Xiao Fen in a dilemma. Whether it was the blood-stained pages of the Doomsday Book or the endless burning ring, he was bound to get it. And with his actual level, how could a mere fifth or sixth level dungeon stop him from moving forward?
Pace - But Xiao Fenyi didn't want to be exposed so early, and he was not arrogant enough to think that he could protect these three losers by himself. Or let him abandon his teammates, but the mage himself would not accept it.
But he was considering it. The only woman in the team rejected the proposal: "No, cough cough cough..."
"What?" the halfling druid and dwarf paladin asked together.
"They came in and have been following us. I made a magic alarm on the road and it was triggered just now. Ahem..." Miss Griffin replied.
This answer made the four people present look at each other. Xiao Fen was also stunned for a moment, feeling a little surprised.
The dwarf's voice suddenly became louder: "How could it be? How could they follow here - the traces at the door were not cleaned up?"
"What do you mean?" Miss Elf was also angry: "I made it myself, there can't be any omissions!" "But now they have discovered us!" the dwarf exclaimed exaggeratedly.
"You..." Griffith became excited: "I can't be responsible for everything...cough cough cough cough cough!"
She coughed violently.
"Okay, stop arguing!" As the captain, the soldier stopped the dispute in time: "We will discuss this issue later, let's talk about what to do now."
The halfling suggested seriously: "Original offline?"
"It's not good." The soldier explained: "It's too close. You will die anyway."
"Then what should we do..." the little Druid muttered weakly.
"What else can we do?" The dwarf paladin also felt that he had lost his composure and cast an apologetic look at Miss Griffin: "Kill him back..."
After hearing this answer, Banshen's eyes widened.
"Kill back?"
"This is too dangerous, I think..." Miss Elf recovered from a violent dry cough and shook her head.
The soldier expressed different opinions, insisting that the underground city would be more dangerous.
"Then either fight back or move forward. Since the opinions cannot be unified, let's vote -" the mage thought for a moment and made a suggestion.
"OK."
"Agree." The warrior and dwarf paladin immediately expressed their agreement.
The elf lady thought about it for a moment, and then nodded; as for the halfling druid, she didn't raise any objections from beginning to end.
The opinions were unified. The warrior captain looked at the others again and cleared his throat.
"Then agree to go ahead and raise your hand?"
Xiao Fen, the halfling druid, was the first to raise his hand. Griffin hesitated - in fact, she was looking at the warrior. But in the end, she raised her hand. It was three to two, and the warrior and paladin looked a little unhappy.
——Especially Yang Mingshou, he thought Miss Elf would support him in the end.
The atmosphere in the corridor was silent. For a while, there were subtle sounds coming from the passages on the upper floors, and the goblin search team was getting closer and closer.
"I don't want to go down," the dwarf decisively broke the silence: "Who knows what's down there? I heard that there are some high-level monsters in Canaan that are very scary, and some of them can imprison souls. They call you the Angel Stone of Tears.
It can’t be resurrected either!”
Such words made the halfling druid waver. The guy looked around hesitantly, but in the end he was too embarrassed to back down.
"How about we divide our troops into two groups?" the soldier suggested hesitantly.
"I don't suggest it." Miss Griffin stopped her loudly.
There was another moment of silence, and the voices of the goblin hunting team became clearer and clearer, almost so close that they were separated by a wall...
"I also think this is good..." the dwarf said hesitantly, he subconsciously wiped his beard, his palms were sweating: "I mean to go separately, Miss Griffin bit her lower lip, her beautiful thin eyebrows
They all wrinkled up: "How can this be done? We have agreed on a voting place!"
silence.
Finally, the mage waved his hand: "Okay, no time to argue! If you think this is better, then do it!" When he said this, he did not mean to be sarcastic at all. After all, this is just a loose team, no one has
What rights can restrict other people? Besides, he had seen many such things before he was in the third level.
But the dwarf's face turned red very much.——
The Green Guards don't understand why this is, why such a situation has happened... This is obviously the territory of Thornburg, backward, poor, remote, and has almost no contact with the outside world; obviously everyone knows about the huge Knights of the Guards of Truth.
Regiment, the Obersius Prophecy Society, which gathers outstanding mages, will be able to support the entry into this area within one day...
Why are there still attacks here?
He breathed in the cold night air, as if this was the only way to suppress the bursts of pain in his lungs; sometimes he coughed loudly, bringing out some blood foam, and turning the hand covering his mouth bright red.
.
The seriously injured ranger lay flat on the ruins, looking at the sky exhausted - he raised a hand and stared at the drops of blood sliding down from his palm. He still had the strength to curse the artist's bad taste in turning a game into a game.
It's so real... but it really hurts.
He tried to pull out the hard-rod feathered arrow stuck in his chest, but in the end he gritted his teeth in pain.
He took a breath, and then looked around with difficulty. No one around him could stand anymore - they were all dead, not a single one left.
"What is this...a monster attacking the city..."
The ranger muttered to himself that he was already a little unconscious: there was no way to stop the bleeding, and the wound was losing blood. His life was decreasing little by little. It would soon drop to a negative number.
The ground shook moment by moment, and the Green Guard squinted his eyes. He saw two behemoths advancing along the street, surrounded by a group of goblins wearing simple equipment - they were two ogres, wearing a set of giant chain armor.
, holding a rough wooden stick in one hand and carrying it on the shoulder. They have long tusks, brown hair and skin. They always shake their huge heads and look around with their small brown eyes, inspecting the ruins.
Is there any surviving prey?
Whenever they walked a certain distance, the goblins let out a huge cheer.
Then another group of cavalry drove past the avenue. More than a dozen short, heavily armed goblins were riding on a tall, black giant wolf. The ranger recognized it as a warg, the most cunning and evil of the wolves.
One of the varieties.
There are also some hobgoblins, who in the square - which is now in ruins - command the goblin workers to pile up human corpses into a small hill. These evil creatures seem to appreciate them very much.
A masterpiece. He keeps showing off his proud and rugged smile.
The green guard felt very unhappy when he saw the corpses. Those were faces he was familiar with: the bald innkeeper who had a straight face all day long; the guard captain who was in his thirties and always loved to cause trouble for players.
; and his daughter, who works as an apprentice in a bakery, is an outstanding girl with long flaxen hair. There are others, but now they have all turned into cold corpses, with normal expressions.
Lost, face white as snow. Like paper dummies piled together haphazardly...
Ranger thought that he was a very casual person, always drifting with the crowd without any goals; he also saw many debates on the forum, such as differences in ideas, and the war between the North and the South, but it seemed that they were always far away from him.
It's just a game, why bother? He thought...
But now, he felt an uncontrollable anger rising in his chest - he just wanted to play a good game, take risks, do tasks, and savor every bit of this world, from
I never thought about getting involved in any disputes or conflicts. But what is all this?
Seeing the cold corpses that no longer had any emotions, the ranger felt for the first time that something had been lost forever. The game world that originally belonged to him and all the players in this town had been broken...
For the first time, he felt extremely sad and angry, and couldn't help but let out a roar from the depths of his heart. The roar grew from small to loud, until it spread throughout the entire town, attracting almost all goblins and ogres from far and near.
Attracted.
The Green Guard didn't feel scared at all, nor did he regret it. He stood up little by little with difficulty and shook his head, as if to shake off the dizziness caused by blood loss.
"Come on, you bastards, pay with blood!" He pierced the first goblin who rushed up with his knife, but at the same time he lost his center of gravity and rolled to the ground.
"One!" the ranger yelled like crazy. Then he jumped from the ground to the second goblin and struggled with it.
Then a knife was stabbed into his body from behind, causing severe pain in his waist and abdomen, and his life suddenly dropped to the bottom line.
The Green Guard was desperate, and he used his last strength to raise his head - over there, the hobgoblin in the square was pointing at him, while two flags were erected on the mountains of corpses - one
Bright red eyes, a desperate hand reaching towards the sky.
"Why..." The ranger sighed in his heart.
Some trivial sounds came from the empty underground. First, some gravel fell from the ceiling. It fell to the ground; then a halfling slipped out from there and rolled down on the rooftop. This guy made a terrible sound.
Screaming. The sound spread far and wide in the dark underground.
One echo, two echoes, three echoes. Each echo made the dark underground even more emptier. The halfling druid swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and his face suddenly turned pale.
"I thought you fell to death...cough cough cough!" A girl's voice came from the ceiling, followed by a suppressed cough.
"Sorry, it's just a little scary..." The halfling scratched his head in embarrassment, and then he lit the guncotton - a ball of light bloomed in his hand, and the warm, unstable light reflected a small area around him -
- The place where he landed was a circular platform with a radius of ten feet. Three sides of the platform were an abyss that could not be seen to the bottom. The remaining side was connected by a stone arch bridge one person wide and a square brick spire: there was a spire in that direction.
Arched wooden door.
There was dust everywhere on the platform. The halfling druid sniffed and sneezed, and the sound spread far and wide. He stuck out his tongue, then lit the torch with guncotton, and the light suddenly shined.
It was enlarged a lot, allowing him to see the surrounding environment more clearly.
Above his head is the underground rock wall, which seems to be a huge underground cavity, covering the platform and the spiers of the medieval castle not far away; there are sharp gray stone pillars hanging upside down from the rock wall.
There was a long crack between the pillars, and in fact he had slipped down from there before.
The halfling druid must be lucky that there is such a platform under this crack, otherwise he may end up being shattered to pieces.
"Come down, Miss Griffin...there's no problem."
"Come down, Miss Griffin..."
"Come down..."
The echoes came back one after another, making the halflings stunned.
"Can't you keep your voice down?" Miss Elf complained, then jumped down with her robe in hand - the halfling let out a scream, followed by the light source shaking wildly - the torch flew out of the halfling's hand and rolled to the edge of the platform.
, fortunately did not fall into the abyss below.
Griffin stood up from the halfling, lightly dusted his robe, and said to our druid: "Thank you very much."
The halfling druid groaned in response.
Then another figure fell lightly from the crack, and the blood-red robe showed a strange dark red color in the dim light.
Xiao Fen bent down to pick up the torch, and met Miss Elf's curious gaze. He was stunned for a moment, and then realized: "This is it." As he spoke, he raised his left hand, and the blood-red sleeve slid down his palm.
, revealing a silver ring on her index finger that looked like it was made of metal feathers. This small ornament shone in the firelight.
"Featherfall Ring - ah!" the halfling druid just got up from the ground, making more fuss than Griffith.
The sigh immediately turned into a scream, because another round black shadow slipped out of the crack and landed on him with a thud.
Xiao Fen was startled and almost subconsciously raised the dark crossbow.
Miss Griffin also unfolded a magic missile scroll.
"Huhu...wait a minute!" But immediately a panting and panicked voice sounded first.
Then the owner of the voice - a short, fat paladin climbed up from the ground, straightened his pot-shaped metal helmet, patted the dust on his body, and said angrily: "I changed my mind...
I'd better go with you all the way..."
As he spoke, he took a step forward to show his sincerity.
One screamed.
"Ah - you stepped on my hand!"
One echo, two echoes, three echoes echoed underground.