"Did you hear that the mayor seems to be planning to destroy the incineration plant..."
Before Roland and the others could reach the door, they heard bursts of noise coming from the crack in the door of the Gargoyle Hotel.
"...What's going on?"
Robert frowned, and the right hand of the door he just touched suddenly froze in the air.
The hustle and bustle here is really normal, just like an ordinary hotel.
He even smelled of alcohol, ashes and vomit.
These nauseating odors overflowed from the cracks in the door.
Robert originally liked the unique feeling of the tavern, but the slightly sour smell at this moment only made him more upset.
...This city shouldn't be like this.
The inexplicable sense of dislocation made Robert feel horrified.
He hesitated, and couldn't help but lose his confidence. His right hand, which was originally intended to push the door open, curled up and knocked twice on the door lightly.
Suddenly, the building, which looked more like a tavern than a hotel, fell silent for a moment.
Immediately, the crisp sound of clinking wine glasses broke the silence.
A variety of cheers came from inside, and the rough voice of a mountain man drowned out all the sounds and resounded in the ears of Roland and others:
"——To guests coming from afar!"
The building itself is full of all kinds of anomalies, so the unusual level of enthusiasm of the "guests" inside not only failed to dispel the nervousness of Roland and the others, but made them tense up even more.
Suddenly, the door of the hotel was opened from inside. A stronger smell of alcohol accompanied by a sudden increase in noise hit the faces of Roland and the others, but for some reason it was still dark inside the door. No
Any light.
The shadow at the door of the hotel is like a huge mouth that preys on people, full of unknown deterrence.
"--Hello?"
Robert tried to shout inside, but he didn't get any response.
He thought it might be because it was too noisy inside and no one could hear him, so Robert repeated it in a higher voice, but only bursts of laughter came from him.
There is no doubt about it.
The existence behind this door is filled with some kind of malevolence - there is no doubt about it.
Suddenly, Claudia's face began to pale slightly, An Ruosi pushed up her non-existent glasses with a serious look, and Robert's expression also became serious.
"An Ruosi, don't waste your magic power on defensive witchcraft..." Roland whispered in An Ruosi's ear, "I will protect you... first detect the situation behind the door."
An Ruosi nodded nervously. He lowered his singing voice as much as possible, and the unclear syllables were broken in his throat.
But the moment the white rune in front of An Ruosi turned blue, all the runes shattered at the same time, turning into little bits of debris and falling apart.
"...it's a witchcraft counterattack!"
An Ruosi's face suddenly turned ugly.
Robert didn't say anything when he saw this, he just silently took out the ceremonial knife from his arms and lightly cut it on his left hand.
Immediately, thin traces of blood emerged from the palm of his hand. On the palm of his straight left hand, blood gushed out from the wound like worms, forming miniature runes near the wound.
However, it was similar to An Ruosi's situation - at the moment when the first rune was vaguely formed, the muscles near his wound suddenly twitched, and all of a sudden the rune on his palm was almost formed.
Already.
"No need to try...save your magic power."
Roland sighed slightly, raised the staff sword slightly, and spit out the sharp blade for more than an inch. The silver-gray holy fire hung on the tip of the blade like syrup, ready to go.
In fact, even Roland didn't know what was going on inside the hotel.
There is not only one copy of this "Cursed Inn". It is a trial-type temporary copy.
To be precise, this is the effect of a large-scale witchcraft performed by the Waste Bureau.
This witchcraft is called "Old City". The specific effect is to restore a destroyed building in a way similar to physical illusion, and then replay the scene before it was destroyed. If you have not escaped before the reenacted scene ends,
If all the nodes here are destroyed, everyone in the building will be wiped out in the void together with this illusion.
Only after a professional awakens the Origin and obtains the rare characteristic of "Void Resistance" can he be exempted from this instant death effect. Otherwise, the mortality rate will be greater than 90%.
This was originally one of the final defensive spells in the inner ring of the White Tower. However, at the strong request of the alcoholic director of the Waste Development Bureau, Ms. Anvilia stripped some of the spells from her steeple and lent them to
he.
After modification by that genius, this spell can even be turned into a group instant death witchcraft in a very short period of time or a long-lasting illusion barrier through subjective intervention.
In fact, in the White Plains City south of the White Tower, this method was used to recreate the demolished fortress in an illusory way. If someone attacks rashly, the White Tower wizard only needs to give up this illusory fortress that may collapse at any time.
They took a hard hit.
Roland had played cursed hotel dungeons before. He knew very well that the difficulty of these dungeons depended entirely on the malice of the caster.
After the Director's modification, this spell is no longer simply a repetition of the existing destruction. The caster can create new illusion effects at any time according to his or her own imagination.
Depending on the amount of magic power consumed, some of these illusions are purely light and shadow effects, while others are just like real objects and give people a real sense of touch.
If you don't have enough experience, you will easily suffer big losses from false traps.
So Roland thought for a while and said, "I'll go to the front. An Ruosi, you stay with me, and the others stand closer to take care of each other."
"Don't be like this, you are a girl..."
After hearing what Roland said, Robert immediately raised objections.
"Don't make trouble!" Roland glared at him before he could finish his words. "I'm the only melee fighter of the perception system here. Who else could I be in front of when clearing the wasteland?"
"Having said that..."
Robert still looked confused.
An Ruosi stood behind Roland obediently.
He had seen Roland's combat prowess - that brutal fighting style swayed by the cold wind, he would never forget it for a long time.
"Hey! An Ruosi, you——"
When Robert saw this scene, he couldn't help but have a new understanding of An Ruosi's integrity.
"Don't make any noise!"
Roland shouted in a low voice, throwing away the staff and sword, and the silver-gray flames rose brightly, lighting up the way forward like a torch.
"Follow me all the time, keep talking, and never leave the team no matter what happens -" (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster! For mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net