Chapter 577: The Branch Base of the Black Dragon Palace
Chris said: "Take the leftmost road first and take a look. I will leave some magic marks along the way so that we won't get lost when we go back."
"Okay!" Powell took the lead and walked forward.
As a ninth-level knight, he has a very strong physique and a strong ability to withstand attacks, so he is best used to explore paths.
Walking into the passage on the left, the walls on both sides become narrower, only about three meters wide.
Going forward was a spiral staircase. Chris and Powell walked quietly for five minutes and reached the bottom.
Fortunately, there are luminous gems inlaid everywhere around, so people will not be able to walk in the dark.
The two of them came to a hall, which was as big as two or three football fields. There were many translucent green jars filled with liquid, soaked with the bodies of various animals or monsters, with hands,
Feet, head, etc., and they are all alive.
This picture looks very scary. You can even see the fingers of a severed arm moving. Even people who are used to seeing corpses will feel disgusted.
In particular, the jar at the front contained three monkey heads. Their eyes were wide open, looking directly at Powell.
Because Chris was invisible, he did not receive this "attention gift."
Even though Powell was a ninth-level expert, he was still being stared at and felt very nervous.
"Chris, there's nothing interesting to see here. It's just a place where the Black Dragon Palace studies splicing magic. Let's go look elsewhere." Powell couldn't help but want to escape.
"Wait a minute!" Chris's eyes were attracted by one of the jars, "There is a dragon claw here!"
Hearing the sound, Powell also looked over.
I saw that in the innermost giant jar, there was a cyan dragon claw, about four or five meters in length, which was obviously removed from the body of a young dragon.
"What's so surprising about this," Powell said, "With the strength of the Black Dragon Palace, isn't it normal to capture an underage dragon? Besides, even a ninth-level complete dragon can only be manipulated.
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Chris explained: "I don't care about this, but they actually have to use dragon limbs to splice magic. You know, at the same level, dragons are much larger than Warcraft, so it will be very uncoordinated. Moreover,
Even a broken limb will be accompanied by dragon power, which will interfere with the success rate of magic."
Powell nodded and said: "Speaking of which, our Church of Light has been dealing with the Black Dragon Palace for so many years, and we have indeed never seen a case where they successfully spliced together dragon limbs."
"But the facts before us tell us that the Black Dragon Palace has never stopped researching in this area." Chris rubbed his chin, "There are many black dragons among them, and their status is higher than that of magicians. Why would those black dragons agree?
Aren't you afraid that this kind of experiment will be applied to yourself one day?"
"I'm not sure about that." Powell shrugged helplessly, "Maybe those annoying guys have some special hobbies."
Chris paused for a moment in front of the broken dragon claw, and the other person seemed to sense it and knocked on the tank hard.
Unfortunately, the jar in which it was imprisoned was obviously made of a special material and was extremely hard. Even the sharpness of the dragon's claws could not pierce it.
Powell asked tentatively: "Do you want to put it out?"
Chris hesitated for a few seconds, then took out Dragon Roar and injected it with demonic fighting energy, and lightly scratched the tank to cut a gap.
A translucent liquid like crushed jelly flows out, with a sweet and greasy smell, spraying all over the ground.
The dragon claw also slipped out, and crawled a few steps in the direction of Chris with all four claws on the ground, and then stopped moving at all.
It is forever free.
Chris felt a little melancholy for a while, then quickly regained his composure and said to Powell: "Let's go."
"Okay." Powell couldn't wait any longer and wanted to leave here every moment.
The two of them returned along the spiral staircase they came from.
Chris and Powell came up and walked into the fork in the middle.
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There are many purple wooden doors on both sides of the middle passage, indicating that it is a room.
The door was unlocked, so the two of them randomly found a room and walked in to check the situation.
It's not very big inside, only about sixty square meters.
The first thing you see is a small living room with three animal skin sofas and a wooden coffee table.
There are some bananas and apples placed on the coffee table, and they are all still fresh.
There were two bedrooms on the left. Chris and Powell walked in after hesitating.
There is a single bed against the wall, with a brown-gray bedding on it. Next to the bed is a small wardrobe, and opposite there is a table and a chair.
There are several notebooks scattered on the table, and the handwriting on them is very sloppy, which can be described as flying and dancing.
Chris picked it up casually and looked at it, and found that the notes recorded some conceived black magician experiments.
Powell opened the wardrobe and found two black magic robes and three ordinary clothes hanging inside.
After searching the room for a while and finding no valuable clues, the two of them walked into the second bedroom.
The furnishings here are the same as the bedroom just now, but they are much messier. There are various clothes scattered on the bed, there is uneaten food on the table, there are several pairs of worn shoes under the bed, and there is a smell of foot odor coming from the floor.
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In short, the various smells mixed together make people want to vomit.
Chris and Powell stepped back within a few seconds of entering because they couldn't stand the smell.
The two of them walked out and went to other rooms.
They randomly selected a few rooms and went in to take a look, and found that the structures here were almost identical, somewhat similar to the small apartments on Blue Star in their previous life, with each room able to accommodate two people.
Walk along the passage to the end, and there is a staircase going down.
Chris and Powell went to look below again and found the restaurant, water room, etc.
"This is just a living area. There are no valuable clues. Let's go."
The two of them turned back and entered the last passage.
This passage seemed much more open. It extended hundreds of meters on both sides and was divided into several areas. There were countless tables with various bottles and cans placed on them.
Apparently, this is where those people conduct magical experiments.
Chris and Powell walked around for a short time and then lost interest.
Strangely enough, from the time they entered this sub-base until now, they haven't met anyone.
Powell said doubtfully: "Chris, have all the black magicians been killed by us?"
As a ninth-level powerhouse, he would be able to detect someone hiding in the dark along the way.
But his intuition told him that there was really no one in this base.