Ever since we entered the Iron Curtain City, the world seemed to have lost its color. Our vision was blocked by thick gray fog. It was a world darker than the lightless night. Even the looming outline fifteen meters away could not be seen clearly.
These dusts are not ordinary smoke dust, but magic dust that is enough to petrify exposed skin. If a large amount of this magic dust is inhaled, even the lungs will be petrified.
Under the threat of this kind of thing, no one would be willing to chat outdoors. Even Roland and the others pulled up their hoods and simply wrapped their faces with cloth strips, leaving only their two eyes exposed.
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Therefore, although there are people everywhere, it is as quiet as a ruin. The only sound is the indistinct sound coming from the billboard on the roadside that can't be seen clearly in the thick fog——
"Welcome... Zhi-bai... This is the Seventh Ring Road... Iron Curtain City... Please... Buzz... Line 2..."
The backs of these several-meter-wide glass plates are engraved with circuits of projection and phantom sound, and they are hung on the walls of shops on both sides of the road. Most of these shops have their doors closed. The front of the door is full of dust, and there is a vague sound on the ground.
I saw a few black stains that had been simply wiped.
At first glance, this looks like a scene ten years after the extinction of mankind. Countless silent ghosts are walking through the abandoned city.
In terms of technical difficulty, these billboards are the simplest enchanted items. Within the fourth ring of the White Tower, these items cannot even be sold for scrap price.
Because the magic circles of these enchanted items are not engraved on something tiny - such as a badge, there is no difficulty in engraving such a large area. Even a wizard apprentice can make two or three of them in an afternoon by following the textbook.
Perhaps a few years ago, these "large crystals" that could appear with animated pictures and talk could amaze the country bumpkins who had just come from Karar and other places. But now, under the influence of the ubiquitous magic dust,
Under the radiation, the witchcraft circuits etched on these billboards have melted and glued together. Pieces of scorched black marks appeared on the back of the glass plate covered with circuits, and from time to time a cloud of electric sparks and black smoke erupted.
The picture on the billboard has been distorted like an abstract art work, and the sound that is forced out is not only intermittent, but also mixed with noises like screams and eerie laughter from time to time.
However, if Roland and the others didn't deliberately step forward to take a look, they wouldn't be able to see the billboard under the thick fog.
Therefore, these sounds seemed to come from the sky or were emanated from the souls of innocent people. They surrounded Roland and the others and could not find their source at all.
Claudia had never seen anything like it.
She looked around, suspecting that the dead were lurking around the team with malicious intentions. She saw that Roland had a calm expression and it was hard to say anything.
The most important thing is that what Robert and Roland said before entering was a bit scary. The kind of dust that will turn into stone statues when you breathe it sounds scary. She even used her shrink when looking around.
The hands in the sleeves were pressed against the collar, lest the scarf that had been wrapped hastily be torn off due to shaking the head too much.
Now Claudia was breathing very lightly, her mouth was tightly closed, and her eyes were slightly narrowed. It took a long time to swallow her saliva, let alone talk to Roland.
An Ruosi, Joseph and Robert were very similar, looking ahead silently, not speaking, and making no unnecessary movements.
Roland looked around with some nostalgia, looking down at the ground from time to time.
His acceptance of this city is much higher than the other three.
Excluding the lethality of these "smog", this city is like the smog city at the end of the first industrial revolution.
At this moment, the sound of heavy breathing caught the attention of the four of them.
Looking back, Roland and the others discovered that it was a middle-aged man with a depressed look.
He did not cover himself tightly like Roland and the others. Instead, he wore a set of rough and durable black linen clothes, which simply covered most of his body.
There were large gray-white marks on the exposed hands and cheeks of this middle-aged man, just like the scorch marks left after being burned by a fire. However, each of these gray-white marks was as high as a tumor, making them particularly eye-catching.
Due to the huge exertion of physical strength, he was breathing heavily, and there were shallow gray-white marks around his lips and nostrils. It was as if the high-rising marks had been roughly smoothed away.
Through his slightly open mouth, you can see dots of gray-white marks even inside his mouth.
And his eyes are almost gray-white, both the pupils and the whites of the eyes are so, so at a glance it seems as if there is a thick layer of clouds on the eyes.
At this moment, he was hunched over, pulling the flatbed truck behind him step by step with great care and slowness.
The middle-aged man walked up to Roland and the others. He spoke to Robert in a hoarse, crow-like voice, and asked in a low voice: "Do you want to stay in a hotel?"
His voice was hoarse and dry, not like a middle-aged man in the prime of life, but rather like a decrepit old man.
Robert just shook his head silently, not wanting to speak in this environment.
The old man was not in a hurry, and just pushed the cart and walked side by side with Robert and the others. If Robert and others were fast, he was also fast; if Robert and others were slow, he was also slow.
That heavy breathing, like a bellows, couldn't help but make Robert and others feel anxious.
At this time, Claudia keenly discovered that the flatbed truck pulled behind the middle-aged man was all filled with gray-white gravel like broken plaster statues. The terrifying association made her feel creepy, and she couldn't help but walk towards Roland.
A little closer.
Roland seemed to have thought of something and remained silent. He just turned around and looked at An Ruosi quietly.
An Ruosi nodded, took off his mask slightly, covered his mouth with his hand, and made an indistinct voice: "What's the name of your hotel?"
"My hotel..." The middle-aged man with an old and hoarse voice chuckled, "Isn't that right in front of you..."
Robert and the others couldn't help being surprised, but Roland sneered silently, with a trace of mockery at the corner of his mouth.
The group of people looked up and saw an extremely normal hotel appearing in front of them.
Slightly withered tree vines are wrapped around the door and signboard. There are two gray gargoyle statues at the entrance of the hotel. The gargoyles flutter their wings and look like living creatures. You can tell at a glance that they were created by everyone.
On the signboard are the words "Gargoyle Inn" and "Please pay attention to your carry-on luggage" written three times in Fararro, Karar and Titan.
The moment Roland saw the sign clearly, the gray smoke that filled the surroundings was instantly pushed away, and the surrounding air became extremely clear.
However, the most abnormal thing is this - how can there be a normal hotel in this city?
You know, Roland and the others were walking on the road before.
How could there be a hotel blocking the middle of the avenue?
And even if you can't see the distance due to the thick fog, how could you not even know that there is a hotel in front of you?
When he turned his head, the figure of the middle-aged man had disappeared; when he looked back, he was still covered in thick gray fog.
An Ruosi tried to walk into it, but found that he couldn't even see fifteen meters away. The thick gray smoke even made him lose his way. It took him a long time to return to the original place.
Only then did several people realize that they could not go back.
The only good news was that Robert and An Ruosi could no longer feel the presence of magic dust, so under their guidance, Roland and the others took off their masks and took a few breaths of fresh air. Those with weaker constitutions An Ruosi and Claudia's faces were even soaked with sweat.
"Only going in?"
An Ruosi finally realized that she shouldn't have asked that question, and felt that she had done something wrong. She couldn't help but lower her voice a bit, and her eyes dodge.
Roland walked up to him and held his hand forcefully.
Robert sighed deeply and did not blame An Ruosi. He just replied: "There is only one way. We can only go in."
"The good news is that we have many wizards here, so they can probably find a way out."
"My profession and that of the little man behind us are pastors."
Roland added.
"Awesome! Bless the Seven Gods!" Robert finally had a smile on his face. "I feel that this is probably a new trick created by those things that crawled out of the grave. If there is a priest, it will be easier to solve a lot of problems - —”
Roland nodded in agreement and remained silent.
But in his heart, Roland couldn't help but curse Robert secretly.
He knew in his heart that this was not something made by the deceased, it was clearly a trap set by "trash"!
"The Cursed Inn" - this is not a dungeon that Roland can solve at his current level.
I have no choice but to escape. I hope the "trash" people can be merciful and do a little investigation, and don't do anything too cruel.
Otherwise...
A cold light flashed in Roland's eyes.
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