A winding path passes through the dark and gloomy shrubs and leads to the top of the mountain. The black mist floating in the air is so thick that it is almost solidified, corroding the solid stones, easily reminiscent of the huge steel factory on the outskirts of the city.
The thick smoke mixed with acid mist spewing out of the chimney, two completely different images, are strangely connected at this moment.
Lin Ge and his party climbed the mountain along the path. Behind the overgrown trees, they could vaguely see the shadows of man-made buildings and ruined ancient ruins. They were like sunken ships of the old era, stranded in a corner of the years, and their surfaces had been etched by fog and acid.
It will be stained, filthy, and out of shape.
The young man picked up a stone from the ground and gently brushed away the darkened sand and dust on the surface. He found that its shape was quite similar to the bricks that villagers used to build walls in the Middle Ages. It also had lines that resembled a lake, indicating that it was there many years ago.
The unique aesthetic properties once given to decorate a certain tower or palace are obviously different from the aesthetic concepts of humans at the same time.
He couldn't help but ask: "Are these ruins left by aliens?"
"Yeah."
Saint Xalia, who was walking behind, nodded slightly.
"It's incredible." The young man's emotion came from the heart: "I originally thought that the Saussen Mountains had always been a barren land. Even human swords or hoes and plows could not leave traces of civilization on it." p>
This is not only his personal prejudice, but may be considered the consensus of the entire human society.
Saint Xalia has a different view on this: "That's because humans only want to bring their civilization, but in fact, aliens have a history of civilization that is much longer than humans. If we only look at it from a unilateral standpoint,
Looking at the problem is undoubtedly a superficial understanding."
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"Did you hear that?" Alice gloated and poked Ringer's waist with her elbow: "Shallow guy!"
Lin Ge ignored her and had accepted Saint Xalia's explanation in his heart, but he was still a little confused: If the civilization of aliens was indeed earlier than humans, why are humans and not aliens ruling the continent now?
Between humans who are born unable to use magic and aliens who are born with the ability to use magic, the latter undoubtedly has the advantage, right?
When humans began to rule the continent, where did the alien civilization go?
These questions are destined to remain unanswered now.
All the way up, deep into the mist of the forest, and gradually approaching the whirlpool of clouds above our heads. The wind blew shrilly, echoing on the gloomy mountain road, as if thousands of ghosts were screaming at the same time, irritating people's eardrums. p>
About halfway up the mountain, the road ahead was blocked by thick thorns. These dark red thorns crawled out from the ground and cliffs, and their surfaces shone with a cold metallic luster. The thick and tightly wound roots looked like monsters.
The twisted tentacles and the curved barbs at the ends are probably sharper than daggers. With just a slight touch, they can cut through a person's skin and greedily absorb the sweet blood to strengthen themselves.
"It is indeed a magic plant."
Semi sat on Metien's shoulders, folded his arms and looked serious: "But they are very different from the magic plants raised in the hotel. They give me the feeling of being too evil."
The little goblin was originally very uncomfortable with the surrounding environment. Now facing these evil and filthy thorn bushes, he was even more filled with disgust. He patted Medien's cheek and urged: "Get rid of them quickly!"<
/p>
Medien did not agree immediately, but looked back at her brother. After seeing Linge nodding, she took out the dagger hanging on her waist and walked towards the thorn bush blocking the road. She held the grass and tree bane star in both hands.
, carefully avoiding those barbs that looked dangerous at first glance, and lightly scratched the branches of the thorns.
The little girl didn't use much force. With her strength, even if she wanted to use force, it would be difficult, so she only left a shallow scar on the thorn branch. However, even such a small injury made the thorn bush in front of her...
They were trembling violently, and their fear was visible to the naked eye. It was like a lamb encountering a hungry wolf or a wild beast falling into a trap, unable to resist or escape.
Immediately, a golden flame ignited from the scar, and spread to every branch of the thorn bush in just an instant, burning it into black ash, which scattered like a black rain.
Xiaoxue.
"Okay, so awesome!"
Although we have long known that the grass bane is the "nemesis of plants," this is the first time that we have seen its power so intuitively. Medien, holding the dagger in his hand, couldn't help but marvel.
When Alice saw it, she was also very jealous. What a good piece of equipment. Although it has some limitations, the effect is equally powerful. Unfortunately, it fell into the hands of Metien. The pink-haired girl was just an auxiliary.
It's a pure waste for her to use. No, she has to find an excuse to come over.
Medien didn't know yet what sinister plot her most trusted ally was brewing. She held up the Grass and Tree Bane Star to clear the way ahead. When she encountered a thorn bush blocking the road, she went up and slashed it. As she walked along, the ground was filled with burned thorns.
The remaining ashes were blown up by the wind and merged into the dark mist.
At the same time, a doubt gradually arose in her heart, like a thorn that was burned to ashes and buried in the soil, took root again, and sprouted. She whispered: "Xie Mi."
The little goblin on the shoulder quickly responded: "I'm here, Metien, what's the matter?"
"It's nothing, I just suddenly remembered that Mrs. Tree seemed to have said that the plant disaster star was originally a tool knife used by her teacher to cut paper, right?"
"Huh?" Xie Mi thought for a moment and said in an uncertain tone: "That's what it should be?"
"In that case, why did Mrs. Tree transform it into what it is now?"
It can be seen from the expression and tone of her voice when reminiscing that Mrs. Shu respects her teacher very much. If so, why should she modify the only relic left by her instead of retaining its original appearance as a souvenir of the past?
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"Moreover," Metien whispered again: "The bane of vegetation is the natural enemy of all plants, but isn't Mrs. Tree herself an oak tree?"
In other words, she personally crafted a weapon capable of killing herself.
This kind of metaphor of fate always gives Medien an ominous premonition.
"I don't know."
Regarding her question, the little elf shook her head honestly, and then comforted her: "Don't think too much, maybe Mrs. Tree has her own considerations? She has lived for more than a thousand years, and she is always smarter than us.
Right?"
When Metien thought, this was indeed the truth, so he suppressed his uneasiness and continued to walk ahead to clear the way.
After a period of trekking, everyone finally arrived at the top of the mountain. From here on, the light became dimmer, and it was so dark that it could almost be described as being unable to see even one's fingers. The naked eye could only see things within three or four meters around them.
Further forward, the line of sight is cut off, until in the sky shrouded by dark clouds, there is only a misty darkness.
It is in such a lifeless fog that the dark and gloomy castle stands towering, surrounded by towering thorn bushes, like a city wall in ancient times, erecting a huge shadow. In this vast darkness, thorns
The dark red itself was also replaced by a heavier dirty color, almost like a vague and shrill ghost, floating in the sky above the castle.
The iron gate leading to the courtyard of the castle was also entangled with thorns. The pink-haired little girl scratched a scar on them. In an instant, a raging fire ignited, and then spread to the thorn bushes of the entire castle. It looked like
It was an ocean burning. But the mist itself was more powerful, so it quickly swallowed up the flames. When everything returned to darkness, only black snowflakes fell from the sky, and deep winter snow piled up in the courtyard.
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Lin Ge stepped forward and gently pushed open the iron door decorated with bronze statues.
Zhiqua——
The dilapidated and rusty door shafts made a heartbreaking groan, welcoming long-lost guests to this ancient castle isolated from the world.