Perhaps between these two generations, loofah is probably the most qualified to answer this question.
But Ming didn't ask at that time, and she didn't answer the question. Fah stopped before the seventh red door. This was probably the best result in the past two generations, because even Fox, the Gray King, had never
reach this height.
And what happens after that?
Naturally, few people can answer.
Ming Ye never thought that Fang Plover would reach this point.
In fact, he was able to enter the 400th red door, which was enough to surprise the queen. Talent is always only one aspect, and acquired knowledge is the decisive factor. In Ming's eyes, Fang Plover is a very talented person.
A spiritual young man, but unfortunately his background is too wild.
One week was still too little, she couldn't help but shake her head.
But there's nothing we can do about it
It's just such a mood that Fang Plover, who was coming out of the sixth red door with a dismayed look, obviously couldn't understand because he had never known anything about the Hall of Thousand Doors before, and naturally he didn't know that his predecessors were here.
What are the footprints left behind?
The only thing he knew was Ragnarok, the participant who failed in the Two Hundred and Thirty Doors, but the latter obviously could no longer be used as a reference for him at this moment. The sixth level of the Hall of Thousand Doors is full of all kinds of incredible calculations
It was a test. After he came out of the last red door, he felt like his head was getting bigger.
The computing power test here is very different from popular games outside. It actually requires the alchemist to reversely calculate the opponent's computing power to control the flexible structure, in order to achieve the purpose of predicting the movement trajectory of the opponent's flexible structure.
This is simply a fantasy
But Fang Yu relied on his in-depth mastery of multiple parallelism and margin techniques, as well as his extremely powerful computing power, to actually calculate it. It was only after leaving the sixth red door that he relaxed and thought carefully about the actual alchemy
Isn't the game of 'hide and seek' between warlocks and clockwork goblins a kind of solution and counter-solution of calculation power?
Such skills were originally hidden in the daily operations of combat craftsmen, but this level was taken out separately for intensive training. After going through this level, Fang Pultru also felt that he had gained a lot.
At least when playing hide and seek with other craftsmen in the future, he could confidently defeat all his colleagues who had not experienced this test. Of course, at the same time, he couldn't help but think that if he had never entered the Hall of Thousand Doors, he would not have encountered such an opportunity.
, what will be the result?
There is no doubt that it may not have much impact on his future choices. It is just that when he meets those top craftsmen who have gone through this intensive training in the future, he will suffer a considerable loss in terms of calculation and counter-calculation.
of loss.
As for the difference in experience at other levels, it is even more difficult to estimate.
Thinking of this, Fang Yu couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. He originally thought that this was the condition given to him by Odin and the great gods, but now it seems that he is completely overthinking it.
It's just that Odin and all the great gods are not related to him, so why should he be given such a chance? Of course, Fang Piao cannot take all this for granted. Perhaps it is because of the Fenris incident, but the Fenris incident and ragnarok,
What does it have to do with other guilds?
He could only think of one reason.
That was the agreement of the forerunners
The selectors of the previous generation are passing on the concept of the division in this way, so that the glory of an era will not be cut off behind them.
Such a feeling.
There was a faint stream of heat trickling through his heart, and those impressions that were originally diluted and blurred became clear again at this moment. Some indescribable things returned to the depths of his soul like a dream.
Because the Forerunners never left, they were always here.
And this is exactly the Stargate era in his mind.
There may be conspiracy, and there may be greed, but in the final analysis, the light of hope and idealism still exists here.
Fang Plover gently pushed open the next door.
He increasingly believed that he could not live up to this good intention. Perhaps there would always be a moment when people stopped, but it must be the moment when he had tried all his efforts and exhausted all methods to confirm that he could no longer move forward.
Only in this way will he not betray the trust these people have placed in him.
Of course, no one will tell him
From the moment he pushed open the 400th red door, everything that followed was really overthinking.
But no matter what, for Fang Plover, all that was left was to keep moving forward. When he entered the seventh level of the door, he was startled to see a familiar scene in front of him. The wide and bright workshop windows, the soft sunlight coming from
From the street outside, long tables spread out in various directions were piled with various tools and parts.
In the hanging cupboard on the side, there are rows of flexible structures that have been built or only half completed. A steel puppet is sitting in the corner of the workshop with its head hanging, and there is also a steel puppet that is only one-third completed.
scaffold.
But the scaffolding is empty.
Outside the window, there is a green field. The sun shines through the huge leaves of the sycamore tree, leaving light yellow marks along the veins and across the gurgling river. Nearby is a street. Fang Plover is familiar with that place. There is a hotel on the other side of the street.
It was a place where he lived for a long time.
That place is called Kapka.
Everything here at this moment is exactly the same as what he saw when he was an apprentice.
But there was no one person in the huge workshop. There was only a monotonous, rigid and neutral voice telling him about the challenge of this level.
This challenge seems a bit too simple to Fang Plunder:
Make a magic weapon.
This simple beginning is the beginning of the seventh level.
…
"Who is where?" Leia asked seriously.
There was a soft "click" in the darkness, but to be precise, there was also a series of skeletal noises. Then under the serious lady's gaze, a gray-white bone head rolled out from there.
The bone head was stuck between the gaps in the floor, and two flames suddenly lit up in the dark eye sockets. It opened its mouth, opened and closed it and answered: "Ah, sorry, it's right down there," it answered while standing upside down.
: "I must have shocked you, ma'am."
There was another clicking sound in the darkness.
A skeleton wearing a robe but without a head came out crookedly, picked up his head, placed it on his neck, and shook it twice.
Then it raised its head and looked at Leia raising her hands: "Don't be nervous, madam, it's just that this body is a little unstable since the last time. That damn lady, ah, I'm not talking about you, Leia Senal."
Madam, Your Excellency, Grand Master of the Knights of the Holy Word, I just hate cats..."
It raised its chin, clicked it, and finally fixed it completely, looking relieved.
It's eyes flashed with heart-stopping flames, and it lowered its head and bowed gently to Léa Senar: "My name is Tang De, from... forget it, where did I come from? That's already happened in my lifetime.
No, I believe you don’t care too much.”
Leia recognized it as a lich.
Liches may be strong or weak, but to her, they are nothing more than that.
She blinked slightly: "Who are you?" and added seriously: "What is the purpose of coming here?"
"Don't worry, madam," Tang De opened and closed his mouth and replied, "I'm not here to see you, I'm just here to see the owner of this place. He happens to be away, but I can wait here."
It looked at the position opposite Leya and asked, "Can I sit here?"
It asked again: "I mean, you don't have any unnecessary misunderstandings about undead creatures, right? I heard that your Knights of the Holy Word..."
"Sit down," Leya interrupted: "I'm different from them."
"Of course," Tang De praised: "You are the Holy Chosen One, so you are naturally different from those wooden heads. Then I will sit here. Don't worry, I often use a deodorizer, and there is no rancid smell on this body.
taste."
These words made Leya frown and glance at the chatty lich angrily. If it didn't mention it, she actually didn't think of those disgusting things.
However, she still maintained a basic sense of vigilance. She looked at the rib cage and asked, "Are you looking for the owner of this place?"
"I brought some news," Tang De replied, "in order to seek help from the master here."
"Is there some news related to Nervad?"
"Absolutely. It's not that I can't tell you, Ms. Leia Senor," Tang De replied: "It's just that some people with evil intentions are trying to attack this place. I heard that they are interested in a little guy, but I
I guess the owner here doesn’t want these people to cause trouble on his property.”
Leya was slightly startled and suddenly frowned.
She stood up and asked, "Who are you? Are you telling the truth?"
Of course, she was standing on her chair, otherwise she would be shorter when she stood than when she sat down.
…
A shadow was emerging from the edge of the forest.
It was countless shadows and dim red spots, making a clicking sound, swaying through the jungle.
It was like an army.
But it does not belong to the world of the living.
If a passing hunter saw this scene, he would probably be so frightened that his legs would weaken. The last time there was an undead attack in the Southern Territory was more than ten years ago. Since the Battle of Bain, due to the purge of cultists, the Alliance with the South
At the time of its establishment, a brand new order was being reshaped and nurtured throughout the south from Duron to Vanrich.
This order has brought about ten years of good weather, peace and tranquility.
But these days seem to be fading away.
The young alchemist looked a little pale as he watched such undead walking through the mountains and forests. Although he knew that their target was not him, he still felt a little scared. The messenger came out from behind him and silently observed this young man who had no courage.
A trace of contempt flashed in his eyes.
His face was paler than last time, and there were still scars on his cheeks from the battle at Elmau Castle. Immortality must have its eternal price, but the bigger scars were in his heart. When he thought of the trouble he might encounter, he
The hatred for everything at that time was even darker.
It was the same in Dolifen, and it was also in Elmaor Castle. The good luck in the past six months seemed to have come to an end. He encountered inexplicable spoilers twice in a row. His two consecutive failures had already made him in the eyes of that adult.
The status has been greatly reduced.
"Don't be afraid," but after thinking about it, the messenger comforted the young man softly and said: "We are still allies, and the power you dream of is within your reach. Now we fight side by side, you don't have to think too much."
"Of course I understand," the young man replied a little stutteringly, "but I'm just not used to it."
The messenger sneered secretly.
He asked: "So are you sure those people have left?"
"Of course, I watched Odin leave with those people," the young man said, and then added: "That should be the case."
The messenger frowned. This was why he didn't like these chosen ones. They were always so unreliable.
However, he did not blame him, only reminded: "This task is very important to us."
"I understand," the young man said quickly: "My teacher has also sent back the news."
"That's good."
"But actually we don't have to worry about those people, right?" the young man asked, "we have..."
"There is no fault of caution," the messenger replied: "Remember this sentence, you may need it in the future."
The young man closed his mouth slowly.
Just as the two were talking, a black flame suddenly rose among the dead leaves in front of them.
This strange scene made the two of them stop talking at the same time and look in that direction. The young man had not yet reacted, but a solemn look was already showing on the messenger's face. The flames got deeper and higher, and finally formed a human-like shape.
The black flames were mixed with purple flames. The flames twisted, and a hoarse voice came out from them: "Isn't it here yet?"
The messenger took a step forward respectfully, lowered his head and said: "We are already in Nevade, and the Summer Palace Tower is right in front of us, my lord."
"Very well," the hoarse voice replied: "Don't let me down. The rest is irrelevant. Seize the boy."
"I understand," the messenger lowered his head, and a drop of sweat actually appeared on his pale forehead: "Lord Van Lit."
But there was no response from the front for a long time.
After a while, the young alchemist couldn't help but remind him: "That thing has left, Master Messenger..."
That thing?
The messenger raised his head, glanced at the dead leaves that had been burned to ashes, then looked back at the young man strangely, shook his head and did not answer, only holding his own necromancy staff and walking forward.
But after walking a few steps, he turned back and replied coldly:
"Follow me, we don't have much time."
…
The seventh level starts with making a magic weapon.
It's just that its ending was somewhat beyond Fang Plover's expectations.
It was a huge hall, as big as a palace in the kingdom of giants. The towering arch pillars, one after another, stood densely around the hall. Looking up, there was only a deep vault above the hall.
But the vault is not ordinary. It is surrounded by silver rails and stars made of metal. They move slowly along the rails and circle once every forty-nine days. What is recorded on them is the calendar of the dwarves.
.
Under the stars and the dome, there are rows of bookshelves more than ten meters high, standing between the arches. They form a ring surrounding the center of the hall.
In that place, a shadow of bones stood quietly.
That's a dragon.
It was once famous and famous, but now it is just silent and silent.
It died under the most famous of the five dragon-slaying swords, the holy sword in the hands of the dwarf hero Varit, so that in the long history of mortals, people believed that this was the last darkness in the world.
dragon.
Until Nicol Bolas reappeared.
Only then did people gradually realize that their former enemies might return again.
But at least in this place, this dead skeleton still tells the epic stories of those heroes of the past.
When Fang Plover looked up at this scene, he instinctively recognized this place as the holy land of the dwarf craftsmen, and it was also their largest hall, the Forging Hall, under Eldron.
The assessment of the seventh red door is conducted here. As for the content of the assessment, there is only one simple sentence:
"Forging a legend."
Fang Yu didn't know that this was where loofah would stop, but when he saw this title, he couldn't help but feel a sense of astonishment in his heart.
What is Forging Legends?
He once actually forged a legend, a pair of exquisite daggers with traces of starlight forging on the blades; and by chance, the pair of daggers presented to Miss Alyssa have become his only ones so far.
The legendary magic weapon created.
Speaking of which, this is enough to be proud of.
But this pride ends here.
Fang Yu never expected that the last door of the seventh level would have such a requirement. Although he had gone through various assessments on craftsmanship along the way, he also vaguely guessed the details of this level.
Bottom line, it may be related to production.
But forging legends…
This topic is a bit too big.
Because so far, the deeper he goes into this field, the more he feels that he is powerless with legendary items. Because except for that one chance encounter, no matter how hard he tried, he could not create another legendary item.
Although Miss Tata told him that the core of making legends is inspiration, he also had inspiration for legends, but he just didn't know how to use them.
It's not like he hasn't tried.
I just made various attempts, but they all ended in failure.
But this level
The neutral and rigid voice told him that he could only succeed, otherwise he would stop there.
"How much time do I have?" Fang Yu couldn't help but ask.
He thought he wouldn't get an answer.
But the voice told him: "You have plenty of time."
“Or until you throw in the towel.”
When Fang Yu heard this, he pursed his lips slightly, realizing that this would be a long challenge.