A gray-black wall gradually appeared on the ground in front of it, blocking the front of the abyss tornado like the Great Wall. The wall was continuous, with a gauze-like white light spitting upwards. Through the white light, one could clearly see the low and dark side on the other side.
The tornado turned slowly.
Angelet looked around. He was under the wall. The surrounding sand was much smaller, and he could clearly see both directions far away.
The wall was more than five meters high, extending to both sides into the gray-black sand. Only a low rumble could be heard in the sky, like the sound of rolling boulders, which was the sound of a tornado on the other side of the black wall.
At a glance, Angele could see that there was almost no end in sight around the wall.
With a thought in his heart, he began to move rapidly along the left side. After several minutes, a black building embedded in the wall finally appeared on the wall. The building looked like a mountain-shaped gate, and there was a well-maintained dark stone road in front of the door.
Angelet landed gently in front of the door. On both sides of the door, there was a black and purple giant eagle sculpture fluttering its wings. The stone sculpture, which was more than two meters high, was full of fine honeycomb-like holes.
Angele walked over and touched it. It was smooth and cold, and the stone was very hard. It should be the same material as the stone slab under his feet.
Walk along the stone road and stand in front of the dark round arch of the mountain-shaped building. The building has three high spiers, and the white light gauze sprayed upward is much brighter than the surroundings.
There are actually four symmetrical square windows visible on the wall of the building, with faint lights flickering inside.
Angelet's face moved slightly. "There are actually people stationed here?" He strode into the arch and entered a black hole-shaped passage.
In a dry, circular gray pond that was blocked in front of the passage, a black mermaid girl was holding a silver water bottle, tilted slightly but no trace of water flowed out.
There is a black stone door on the left and right sides of the passage, with white patterns of the moon and the sun respectively engraved on the door.
What surprised Angelet even more was that there was a faint sound of a harp coming from inside the door, as if someone was playing and singing.
A clear male voice came from inside the door, intermittent. It was a language that even Angele couldn't understand.
After looking around, Angele walked to the left and knocked on the moon door.
Buzz…
The stone door slowly opened inwards, revealing the bright yellow light inside.
Angele shuddered as black smoke enveloped his whole body. After a moment, the black smoke dissipated, and he returned to his original human form and strode in.
Inside the door is a U-shaped hall with a few sparse wooden counters. Behind the counter stands a yellow-skinned man with pointed ears, who seems to be a waiter.
In the middle of the hall, there were several black stone tables sitting around some creatures with unusually strong auras, drinking and chatting.
Only two of these creatures are human beings. Others include a black rhinoceros with two heads, a huge silver eagle covered in blood-red armor, and even a humanoid creature with a lobster head and a six-armed monster that looks like a demon.
All these creatures have one characteristic, that is, they are strong.
As soon as Angelet came in, he closed the door with his backhand and glanced around the entire hall. He actually saw three creatures that were more than the Dawn Wizard.
"Ascetic?" The term suddenly flashed in his mind.
The proportion of wizards in the central region is frighteningly high, and naturally there are some shocking top-level experts among them. Most of these experts actually go on adventures to explore the mysteries of time, space and the world in order to become stronger.
This is also the purpose of the ancient wizards. Although the ancient wizards were almost completely destroyed because of this purpose, there are not a few who admire the exploration spirit of the ancient wizards. These strong men are not willing to waste their lives fighting for power and enjoying sex but wandering around
Explore and travel, constantly strengthen yourself, and climb to higher peaks.
These strong creatures are not afraid of pain, and the pursuit of power is their only desire. However, they are generally only encountered in extremely harsh environments. In order to hone themselves, almost all of these people have abnormal will and consciousness.
At this time, under the dim candle light in the hall, in addition to the strong men sitting around, there was also a man playing the harp sitting beside an oval flower pot. He suddenly stopped singing and smiled at everyone.
"Welcome to the Hotel Desperate, new arrival." The man had short silver hair and a handsome face. His eyes had no pupils, but each had a red and blue vortex. He was wearing an extremely heavy black metal armor, like a
This is a humanoid mecha. The sharp points of the armor are still dark red soaked in blood, and some wear and claw marks can be seen slightly in some places. The most important thing is that he speaks the purest Byronic language, which Angelet can hear.
understand the language.
"Oh? Two new people have come here within ten years? It's really rare." A bald man with a red beard shouted loudly behind the counter, "outsider, are you here to hunt or to sharpen yourself?" The bearded man held a yellow
He took a deep drink of wine from the wooden cup.
For a moment, all eyes in the hall were glanced at Angelet. Except for the bearded man and the harp man, everyone else looked away and resumed their previous conversation.
"Me?" Angelet was stunned for a moment, "I'm here to research and collect some things." He walked to the bearded counter with a polite smile on his face.
"Research?" The bearded man shook his head speechlessly, "This is the Gate of the Abyss, not a place for children to come and play house. My child, you chose the wrong place."
"What should I say?" Angelet smiled and threw out a medium magic stone. "Give me a drink too, thanks.
The bearded man put away the magic stone with a smile, picked up the wine bottle and cup on the counter behind him, and started pouring wine. "The gate of the abyss means closing the door of the abyss. Entering from here is the area of the abyss storm. Inside
There are endless terrifying abyss monsters. If there were not defensive relics left by ancient wizards here, the entire world might be occupied by the monsters inside." The bearded man put the wine glass in front of Angelet with a bang.
Yellow wine splashed from the cup onto the table, exuding a rich aroma.
Angelet picked it up and took a sip, and a hot smell of wine suddenly entered his mouth. "What a strong wine! Why haven't I heard of this place in the middle of the country before?"
There was a bang, and the handsome man who had just been playing the piano sat on the seat on the right. His heavy arm armor hit the counter without making a hole.
"Central? Are you from central China?" The man gently rubbed the silver harp in his hand. "Have you never heard of this place? Haha, it's normal for those weak guys not to mention us. Let me think about it, I'll come
It's been almost two hundred years here. Time flies so fast! I think I was just an ordinary third-level wizard back then, but now I'm at the dawn level."
"I think that when those old men who could transform were still here, the environment here was not so bad. The scope of the abyss storm was not so large, but" the bearded man took a sip of wine and shook his head, "I have survived here.
After working for many years, I have become bearish on everything. Feimola, if Golin is still here, he may be able to prevent the abnormal changes here."
The handsome man stroked the harp and shook his head slightly: "Let the past go by. It is useless to talk about it now. The teacher's decision will not be changed by anyone."
"More than a thousand years." The corners of Angelet's eyes twitched. He had already vaguely felt that this place was not an ordinary place. The old man with a big beard who could change shape made him suddenly have a bad association.
"Big Beard, is the shape-shifting old man you're talking about the kind of old man who likes to transform into various animals and like to peek?" he interrupted.
"Do you know him?" The big red beard looked at Angelet in slight surprise. "But the people you can find here are not rubbish. It's okay if you know one or two. Yes, those old men really like to peek." He
His face twitched a few times, as if he had a past that he couldn't bear to look back on. "They are also the guardians of this world. This is not a secret here."
"Okay, don't talk so much, let's talk about you. New here, you are still young, why would you end up in such a ghost place?" Femora, the harp man, looked at Angelet with interest.
When Angelet took a closer look, he discovered that the skin on his face was covered with fine lines and scars. These were the scars caused by too many healing spells. This phenomenon only occurs when the hands are used too many times in one area.
Especially when the pair of red and blue eyes stared at Angele, Angele actually trembled slightly and felt a hint of danger.
His current humanoid strength is almost at the fifth level, and he actually feels a hint of danger from this Femora. It is obvious that the opponent's strength is close to the fifth level.
"Tell me about me? What do I have to say? But I just came here out of curiosity and wanted to study the abyssal storm." Angelet took a sip of wine noncommittally.
Dingluo,
Feimola's fingertips lightly traced the harp: "Do you really know where this place is?" He looked at Angele with a half-smile, "You can't get in here from normal ways. On the ground, you can only get in from between dimensions.
You can only enter the black passage through the door, and you can reach the abyss gate by following the black road. Without level five strength, you can only pass sideways from the outer edge of the abyss storm, and you can't even withstand the gravity of the surrounding wind and sand."
Angelet was slightly shocked. He recalled that he had flown down for so long before landing. He vaguely understood something. He glanced at the two people in front of him carefully. "Is this the bottom of the storm?"
"Dang Dang Dang... You guessed it right!" Feimora chuckled softly, "Our place is actually a forgotten place. Maybe you are the strongest person of the era, maybe you are an exile from other worlds, or
Or a real criminal in the local world. There are not so many rules here, all you need is strength!" He raised his index finger and flicked Angelet.
laugh!
An invisible airflow hit Angelet's shoulder accurately, and was immediately blocked by a dark red halo.
"This is one of the pinnacles of the world." The bearded man chuckled, "It's very easy. It's not like that kid last time, who was killed by Femora with just one finger. He was so weak that he might as well die here.
It’s better to have it in your own hands.”
Angelet smiled, knowing that the finger he just pointed was a test of strength, so he was not angry. He picked up the wine glass and drank slowly while listening to the bearded man introduce some common sense to him.
"Strong men from any region can come here. As long as you can pass through the gravity of the storm, pass through the ground, and go down from the twisted space in the storm, you can reach the depths at the bottom of the storm, which is where we are, the Desperate Hotel. Why?
It’s called a desperate situation because of the danger here.” (To be continued)