Claude had never imagined that he would see such a large-scale magic tower ruins on this cliff near the sea. In Verricro's narration, he said that the diameter of this ruins was almost the same as his own big red brick house.
It was so long, it was estimated to be only about forty or fifty meters. But when he imagined it in his mind and actually saw it in reality, Claude realized how big the gap was between the two.
"This is simply a castle..." Bockaar was amazed.
"No, I think this is bigger than Fuxing Square." Ericson said.
Fuxing Square was the camp where Sterling IX fired the first shot, and it has now become a memorial square. Before the four of them came to Bailuzhou, yesterday morning, they participated in the Fuxing Festival celebration organized by the school.
The square that accommodates a gathering of two to three thousand people is indeed very large in the eyes of Erikson and others.
Vericro walked to a broken wall and knocked on the stone wall with the stick in his hand: "Claude, come and see, I am right, this wall is exactly the same as the rocks on the mountain road."
Indeed, Viricero was right. When you get closer, you can see that the material of this stone wall is the same as the huge flat rocks on the mountain road. Even though these broken walls are covered with moss and vines, they are thicker than
You can clearly see the fractures in the one-meter-long stone wall. They are made of the same material. The only difference is that only the upward side of the rock on the mountain road is flat, while the wall is smooth on both sides.
The tallest remnant walls of the ruins are two to three meters high, and the shortest one is half a meter high. The sea breeze carrying moisture blows day and night, causing the bottom of these remaining stone walls to be covered with moss, while the tops are speckled with white.
The powder condenses.
Verricro said: "These are all salt powder, brought by the sea breeze. You can eat them, but they are a bit bitter and difficult to eat."
The ground inside the ruins is not flat. On the contrary, the left third of the site is a small mound-like pile of rubble. From the inside of the ruins to the cliff outside, it is the land of this pile of rubble. Only time will change
After erasing all traces, there are now a few low trees growing on the rubble pile, and the bottom is covered with weeds and shrubs...
"I really don't understand why this magic tower collapsed. Look at the tower walls made of such thick rocks. Don't tell me that it was blown down by the sea breeze. That's really a big joke." Bok'ar snapped.
The wall looked thoughtful.
Erikson held his chin with his hand, frowned, stared at the stone wall, and made a gesture of studying: "It is impossible for the sea wind to blow down the magic tower, maybe a tsunami will be possible. But if the tsunami can be higher than
If this cliff were to collapse this magic tower, our Bailu Town would have ceased to exist. Moreover, in the past few hundred years, Bailu Town has not recorded any natural disasters such as tsunamis.
At most, there are a few storms occasionally in August and September.
In addition to tsunamis, the only thing that can cause harm to this magic tower is earthquakes. However, White Deer Town has been established for thousands of years, but there has never been an earthquake. By the way, my father once said that in Bariama Island,
There is also the ruins of a magic tower there. Bariama Island is thousands of miles away from our White Deer Town. It is impossible for an earthquake to happen to collapse two magic towers thousands of miles away..."
Viricolo laughed: "Hey, you two come here and carry your things. Don't make excuses to be lazy and think about something! My father told me that this magic tower was destroyed by explosives."
Bokoal was very unconvinced: "How did your father know? It has been hundreds of years since the magic tower collapsed. How could he be so sure that it was caused by explosives? How could gunpowder be so powerful that it could destroy such a solid tower?"
The magic tower was blown up?"
Your father is right... Claude thought to himself that the diary recorded a magic crystal explosive gunpowder invented by the mage named Landers. He said that it could blow up a mountain into a big crater.
That's more than enough to blow up this magic tower.
Verricro shrugged: "I don't know either. I asked my father the same thing at that time, and then asked him to hit me on the head. He said that I was dead. Although hundreds of years have passed,
But the traces left by the explosive explosion will not be eliminated. Looking at the broken walls and the pile of rubble, it is obvious that the bottom of the magic tower was damaged by a large shock wave and the tower body broke and collapsed.
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You know that when my father was young, he served as a guard soldier at the Musket Academy in the Royal Capital for two years. He said that he saw many explosion scenes in the Musket Academy, the traces left after the explosion in the room and this magic tower.
The ruins are almost the same, so he can tell at a glance whether it was caused by an explosion. As for the gunpowder you said is not so powerful, it is because you have never seen a big scene. My father said that there was an explosion in the gunpowder warehouse of the institute, which was even worse than this.
The entire thick stone wall was blown away, leaving only a big hole on the ground..."
"Okay, don't argue about why this magic tower collapsed." Claude touched the ground with the stick in his hand: "Are we camping here tonight?"
"Oh, no..." Viricero pointed to the ruins: "Go a little further, that's where my father and I camped last time. The wind is strong on the cliff, and there are four walls to block it.
Wind, let’s go camp there.”
Bockaar and Erikson came over to pick up the luggage they had thrown on the ground, put it on their shoulders again, and the four of them continued walking into the ruins.
The camping site that Virikro pointed to is indeed a good one. This is a room on the far right side of the ruins. The remaining rock walls on all sides are about two meters high. This should be an independent room separated from the magic tower. There are about twenty
About square meters. The ground is also flat gray rock. It is estimated that this room is probably a utility room or a small warehouse.
There is also a pile of firewood more than one meter high piled up in a corner of the room. Viricero said that this was left behind when his father and he came to hunt in winter. He took out a piece of firewood from the lower layer of the firewood pile and looked at it.
Crowe was very satisfied because the firewood was very dry. Originally, he was worried that there was a thick layer of snow on the firewood pile when they left last time. When it melted, the firewood below might become wet. There were also two consecutive days at the end of March.
It has rained for several weeks, but now it seems that the sea breeze has dried these piles of firewood.
"It seems we don't need to chop wood anymore." Verricro said: "This saves us a lot of time. Okay, put down your backpack and luggage, and we will stay here for the night."
Claude and the three of them were also very satisfied. The rock floor in this room was very clean. The sea breeze took away all the dust. There were no gaps between the stone walls and the corners of the floor. There was not a single bug or ant in sight.
"Is this where the tent was set up?" Bockaar asked, pointing to the corner opposite the firewood pile, where there were still traces of the tent being set up on the wall.
"Well, my father and I also pitched it there last time." Verricro nodded and said, "Wait a minute, don't pitch it like last night. My tent can be disassembled. There are walls on three sides, so you just need to set it up."
One roof, four of us can sleep under it."
Erikson was dumbfounded at the side: "Then why did I carry this tent so hard to get here? If you had told me, I would have thrown it on the boat..."
Verricro touched his head and felt a little embarrassed: "Aren't I worried that you are afraid of not being able to sleep? After all, for you, this is a ruins with all kinds of terrifying legends. So I want to stay here during the night vigil.
In your little tent."
Erikson turned around and looked at the remaining walls on all sides of the room: "But the walls of this room are two meters high. How can we keep vigil if we can't see outside? Use this tent to block the doorway?"
Verricro pointed to the pile of firewood in the corner: "I'm going to put your tent up there. People sitting in the tent can see the outside and surroundings. In addition, you don't need to set up your tent, just use it
Just build it half way, so it can block the wind blowing from the sea, so that it will be easier for the night watchmen to move if something happens."
Since Viricero said so, everyone can only follow the instructions, but you need to be careful when taking the firewood. Take it from the outermost periphery and not from the middle, lest the firewood pile collapses and you cannot build a tent on it.
Verricro picked up a few long wooden sticks from the ground next to the firewood pile: "Very good, they are all still there. The more they work, the stronger their toughness becomes. Come on, my father cut these down last time to build a tent. Come on."
Give me a hand and put up the tent first."
Setting up the tent that Vericero brought was very simple. Tie a dozen stones around with ropes, and then throw the stones to the other side of the broken wall. The tent was stretched flat by the stones tied with ropes.
In the blink of an eye, there was a flat roof in the middle of the three broken walls. As for the side that was still empty, a few long wooden sticks were put on the broken walls and tied with ropes to form a frame to support it. A simple shack appeared like this.
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Viricero tested the firmness of the wooden stick frame and expressed satisfaction. The sea breeze could not blow it down, and no matter how strong the wind was, it would not blow up the flat top.
Bockal studied it curiously for a long time: "Vero, you said you and your father camped here in winter, so that the tent would not be crushed by the heavy snow?"
Verricro replied with a smile: "You are right. The first time we came here, we were crushed by the snow, causing us to get up in the middle of the night to clear the snow. The second time we had experience, we were not so coordinated, and still
It's a two-person ride like before. But this time there are four of us, and it's not winter now. There's no need to worry about snow. It won't rain at night, so don't worry, it'll be fine. We'll be leaving tomorrow anyway."
Claude was about to make lunch, and he asked: "Vero, where is the water?"
Vero pointed down: "About fifty meters down there, there is a spring pool. The water is very clear. In winter, it is steaming like a hot spring. I always take water there to bathe."
So Vericro took Bockar and Erikson to fetch water, leaving Claude to make a fire and cook.
After a simple lunch, the four of them discussed how to hunt in the afternoon.
"I won't go. Let Ike get the hunting bow, Boa get his crossbow, and Vero get your own matchlock gun. Just the three of you go. I'll tidy up the place and then take a walk around here."
I am really curious about this magic tower ruins and want to study it carefully. Maybe I will make some great discoveries..."
Claude is now eager for his three friends to leave early for hunting so that he can go to the underground level of the magic tower ruins to search for the things left by the Landes mage. Although nearly six hundred years have passed, the things are still there.
They are all unknown, but since I came here and didn't look for them, I would feel unwilling to do so. Especially the weird coincidence gave Claude a hope in his heart. If he could travel through time and get the magic recipe book
, it is all an arrangement of fate, so I can be sure that the things belonging to Master Landers are still there...
"You really don't want to go hunting?" The friends didn't take Claude's big discovery seriously, but they knew very well about Claude's hobby of reading historical books for more than half a year.
It’s not surprising that the ruins of the Magic Tower piqued Claude’s curiosity.
"Well, you go ahead. I'll have nothing to do if I stay here. If you can, you can hunt down some pheasants. I'll give you a new way to roast chicken tonight, and I'll make sure you're satisfied."
"Let's do this, Ike, you leave the blunderbuss to Claude as a self-defense weapon. If anything happens, you shoot in the sky for a day, and we will rush back as soon as we hear the sound of gunfire." Verricro finally made his decision.