When I got into the hole, I was surrounded by darkness, and I couldn't see any fingers.
As the stone wall behind him closed tightly again, the unbearable rancid smell immediately accumulated. Moriarty had to try his best to compress the amplitude of each breath. Otherwise, even if he was not burned to death by the flames outside, he was worried
He will also die from poisoning.
But at this moment, there was a sudden "click" sound of flint hitting the ground beside him. Immediately, a little light broke the darkness. Moriarty immediately looked through the light and saw that Gonzalez had an extra one in his hand.
A torch with a bronze handguard. The light on the torch turned out to be green, like the phosphorus fire floating on the cemetery.
"Keep walking." Helping White on the shoulder, Gonzalez took the lead and walked forward with a torch in hand. I wonder if it was because of the airtight space, but Gonzalez's footsteps sounded particularly dull, as if he was stepping on someone's feet.
on the hard coffin.
Following the cyan light in front of him, Moriarty walked quickly while observing his surroundings.
This is a long and narrow tunnel with a clear height of almost two meters. Even Gonzalez could only lower his head when moving forward. The upper and lower sides are made of rock bricks, just like the stone wall with a mysterious mechanism just now.
It is a completely artificial building. The terrain of the tunnel is diagonally downward and very long. As Moriarty walked, it really felt like he was walking towards the underworld.
Because the light from the bronze torch was limited, Moriarty could not clearly see what was ahead of the road. But there was no doubt that the increasingly strong rotten smell was coming from the unknown darkness ahead.
As they walked down the tunnel, neither Gonzalez nor Moriarty spoke, as if they were worried about disturbing some undead sleeping underground. There were only two sets of monotonous footsteps, one after the other, like machinery.
pendulum.
After walking for nearly ten minutes, Moriarty believed that he had gone deep into the ground. Suddenly, Gonzales in front of him stopped.
"Next, no matter what you see, I ask you to remain silent." Gonzalez said in a deep voice without looking back.
"OK."
Continuing to walk forward, the long tunnel finally comes to the end. Beyond that, there is a huge dark space. Looking from a distance, it seems that you can see countless floating light spots roaming in it irregularly, as if you have no home.
A returnable abandoned child.
Without waiting for Moriarty, Gonzalez walked in first. Moriarty stayed at the entrance of the space, his eyes slowly extending into the depths of darkness with the light of the bronze torch.
As if sensing the intrusion of fresh breath, as the light of the torch continued to advance deeper and deeper, the light spots that were originally scattered throughout the space gathered in a swarm like old friends reunited after a long separation. And with
At the same time, more light spots slowly lit up, as if awakening from a deathly sleep, and then floated in the direction of Gonzalez. Finally, all these light spots merged directly into
A large hazy rotating band of light, with a bronze torch as the center, illuminated the entire space.
And with this precious light, Moriarty saw clearly for the first time the cruel reality hidden behind the boundless darkness.
Corpses, countless bones and flesh, countless broken limbs, like broken building block toys, were randomly piled up, overlapped, and compressed. Layer by layer, string by string, piece by piece, they were filled with Moriarty's
The whole field of vision, no boundaries.
For some unknown reason, at this moment, images of the jungle and the ocean suddenly flashed through Moriarty's mind. However, the jungle was a skeletal jungle, and the countless black arms struggling to reach into the air were "luxuriant branches and leaves";
The ocean is a sea of death, and the steaming rotten mist is the "never-ending wave."
Moriarty watched all this silently, slowly clenching his hands.
Perhaps because of the airtight space, although almost all the corpses were decayed, their bones were not exposed. The cracked skin and dry hair tightly wrapped each corpse, showing a thrilling black color, even worse than hell.
Even darker.
After just a brief glance around, Moriarty was able to clearly identify among these corpses which ones belonged to men, which ones belonged to women, which ones were still immature children, and which ones were waning old people.
The God of Death is like the best painter who freezes everything on a certain tragic day.
Sighing deeply, Moriarty walked into this unknown cemetery.
In accordance with the agreement with Gonzalez, Moriarty silently walked through the lonely maze built by death, his steps were light and slow, and his eyes were dark.
As if worried that Moriarty would get lost in this huge and silent tomb, the bronze torch stopped and waited after walking alone for a certain distance. Moriarty, on the other hand, seemed not to notice and continued step by step.
He walked on the ground. Behind him, a blurry figure followed slowly, caressing the rotten torsos, severed limbs, and withered heads one by one, until they seemed longer and longer.
"Snapped!"
Suddenly, a dry soft sound broke the silence in the space.
Moriarty stopped and looked up, only to see a round black shadow rolling down from a pile of intertwined and twisted limbs not far ahead. Then, it slowly rolled along an invisible trajectory.
He continued until he lightly bumped into the toe of Moriarty's shoe and finally stopped.
Moriarty looked at his feet silently, then bent down, stretched out his hands, and picked it up.
It was a child's head, black and gray, hard, and as small as a honeydew melon. On the small face that could no longer distinguish between male and female, the two deep-set eye sockets were empty, as if leading to a bottomless abyss. The thin lips were almost
It has disappeared, leaving only two rows of uneven teeth, slightly open, as if they are still talking "yah".
Looking at the remains in his hands, Moriarty involuntarily leaned forward slowly, as if he wanted to whisper to the poor child. But in the end, he stopped stiffly in the middle and could not say another word.
.
After another moment of silence, Moriarty lowered his arms, then took off his robe, carefully wrapped the child's head in it, tied it tightly, and finally placed it back at his feet.
"Let's go!" At this time, Gonzalez's deep voice came from the front.
Moriarty immediately stood up, exhaled heavily, and looked gloomy. Time indeed did not allow him to stay for too long. After a silent farewell, Moriarty gently stepped over the child and moved forward.
Go.
When Moriarty came to his side, Gonzalez looked at him silently for a while, then opened his mouth, but made no sound. Then he turned around and continued moving forward.
Although it was only for a moment, Moriarty still saw clearly the silent shape of Gonzalez's mouth.
That is: "Thank you..."
During the journey that followed, a kind of lonely sadness lingered around Gonzalez and Moriarty. Coincidentally, both of them lowered their heads slightly, as if they didn't want their eyes to touch anything around them.
And those small light spots like fireflies, after following the light of the bronze torch for a long time, finally seemed to have exhausted all their strength, slowly scattered away, and once again helplessly returned to the boundless darkness.
In the space, only the cyan light of the torch remained.
After walking for about a quarter of an hour, Gonzalez and Moriarty finally left the huge tomb and entered another upward corridor. Unlike the tunnel they entered before, this corridor has a very steep slope.
It has an elevation angle of almost 60 degrees. Fortunately, the ground is not that flat, so you can still borrow some force when climbing.
At first, Gonzalez seemed a little worried that Moriarty's physical strength would not be enough to support him throughout the climb. After all, the mage's body was always famous for his frailty. However, much to the surprise of this powerful warrior, Moriarty did not
He didn't have any intention of asking for help. Instead, he relied entirely on himself and closely followed Gonzalez's upward pace, never falling behind in the slightest.
In this regard, Gonzalez couldn't help but cheer for Moriarty from the bottom of his heart. However, he didn't know how hard Moriarty had been training his body every day in the past six months, whether it was sunny or sunny.
No matter the rain, it never stopped for a day. What Gonzalez didn't even know was that at this time, Moriarty already had the strength of a first-class warrior, and it was the strict Knight Hamilton who made this determination.
Perhaps, some people will look down upon the so-called first-level warriors, thinking that they are just the lowest level of warriors and not worth mentioning. But in fact, first-level warriors are the dividing line between ordinary sergeants and true professionals. A civilian will go through about three
After about a month of basic training, you can basically meet the requirements of a recruit and become a low-level sergeant. However, if you want to grow from a sergeant to a first-level soldier, you must have significant improvements in both physical fitness and combat skills.
If we insist on a simple comparison, under the same conditions of holding weapons, a first-level soldier can roughly defeat or even kill five ordinary sergeants without suffering too much damage.
Therefore, you can imagine how difficult it is for Moriarty, as a mage apprentice, to have the level of a first-level warrior. But hard work always pays off, and in Moriarty's plan, the first-level warrior still has
It's far from an end.
After climbing continuously for three minutes, Gonzalez and Moriarty boarded a small platform.
After calming his breathing, Moriarty looked inside the platform and saw nothing but a closed iron door standing on the innermost stone wall of the platform.
As if he felt something, Moriarty slowly held his breath. Then, a weak wind passed through a narrow gap under the iron door, slowly blew in from the other side of the stone wall, and then came to Moriarty's fingertips.
There is no mistake, behind the iron gate should be the outside world.
Without any unnecessary nonsense, Gonzalez directly inserted the bronze torch into a hollow in the wall on one side of the platform, then strode towards the iron door, reached out and grasped the protruding ring on the door.
