The Black Forest was previously invaded by an army of demons, and a city called 'Silver Leaf City' was abandoned by the elves.
After careful searching, Zhou Qingfeng determined that he had accidentally broken into a ruins. What was very strange was that the ruins were in a deep cave, and outside the cave was a hill in the black forest. He was holding on to a tree at the entrance of the cave last night.
, stepped on the wrong foot and fell in.
There are many skeletons at the bottom of the cave, and it seems that they were left by adventurers. There are marks of slashing with knives and axes on the skeletons, indicating that there must have been a fight for treasure or something like that.
Zhou Qingfeng picked up torches and flints from a dry and decayed skeleton, and finally illuminated the entire bottom of the cave. It was a large cave with dry walls, and the ground was pitted and covered with gravel.
There are torches illuminating the cave, showing more details. I originally thought that the ruins at the bottom of the cave were man-made, but after being possessed by Cyric for so long, Zhou Qingfeng learned a lot. The knowledge of 'occult science' told him that this
The architecture is in Elf style.
"This should be the Elf Silver Leaf City that sank underground, right?" Zhou Qingfeng thought he had found an underground city, but he soon discovered that he was wrong again.
This is a single building. Judging from the elven statues carved on the building, it is a prison.
As a city, it is indispensable to have a ruling institution. Under the ruling institution, there is a violent machine. Among all departments of the violent machine, prisons are indispensable.
"This prison is very special." Zhou Qingfeng walked into the empty ruins at the bottom of the cave holding a torch, and casually took apart a rotten wooden board. The wooden board softened and became a pile of debris when it fell to the ground.
The temperature inside the ruins is low, and there is a cold, turbid, and heavy earthy smell. This smell makes the chest tight, short of breath, and dizzy. The torches illuminate the interior space of the ruins, and it is a strange world. It is dim, gloomy, and the colors are dull.
Ash.
The gate to the ruins is gone, and the statue of the elf god Corellon is erected in the hall. Zhou Qingfeng walked back and forth in the hall holding a torch.
The statue of Corellon has an angry look with the meaning of punishment. According to the 'occult' knowledge of the Cyric religion, different forms of the god will be used in different situations. The angry Corellon has the meaning of suppression, so this ruin is attached with a trial court.
prison.
"This place has been discovered and swept by adventurers, and nothing has been left."
Zhou Qingfeng held a torch and passed through the gray wooden doors, running around the ruins like a tourist. Apart from the crackling sound of the torch, only the sound of footsteps and heartbeat accompanied him.
He quickly found the stairs and spiraled up and down. The entire ruins at the bottom of the cave were dead and deserted, with traces of destruction and dismantling everywhere, and nothing useful was left behind.
Well, it’s not like there’s nothing.
There are murals depicting gods and forests on the walls, oil lamps are hanging from the ceiling, and the floor is covered with thick carpets. However, due to the age, the murals are faded and incomplete, the oil lamps are covered with cobwebs, and the carpet will tear in large pieces if you step on it.
"This prison is not big. I didn't even see the prison." Zhou Qingfeng ran around and finally returned to the angry statue of the patron saint of elves in the middle of the hall, curious for a long time.
"Silverleaf City has always been coveted by adventurers. People who want to make a fortune are like crucian carp crossing the river, but very few succeed. There are no attached buildings here. It should not be a prison for elves, but a prison for outsiders.
Due to the pride of the elves, they will not allow strangers to live in their own city, so this prison is not set up in Silverleaf City. As for the prison, maybe I should look for the basement."
Zhou Qingfeng relied on his knowledge of 'occult science' to come up with a series of explanations and conjectures. He was also bold and not afraid of death, and even thought that he could not return empty-handed after coming here.
The basement of this prison is not difficult to find. It is just behind the statue of Corellon and is not very noticeable.
There is a simple magic circle sealing the entrance to the basement, but it has lost its effectiveness over time. However, the rusted iron door at the entrance blocked Zhou Qingfeng from outside. The bronze door lock was rusty and the keyhole was blocked.
Can't open it at all.
There was nothing good in the entire prison building, so Uncle Zhou hoped to go to the basement to take a look. But he was helpless against the heavy iron door, so he kicked it hard in anger.
There was a clang, and the sound of impact reverberated throughout the dark prison. Dust was falling on the ceiling, and the walls were falling continuously. Zhou Qingfeng did not expect the noise to be so loud, and he quickly covered his ears.
Following the loud noise, Zhou Qingfeng felt that something was pouring out of the basement quickly. He ran away like a rabbit. Before he could get far, a white shadow appeared from behind the thick iron door and pounced towards him.
An angry and irritable voice went directly into Uncle Zhou's head, "Who is disturbing my sleep?"
What a ghost!
Uncle Zhou was running very fast, but no matter how fast he was, he couldn't be faster than the white ghost that could pass through the wall. Seeing that a negative energy ray was about to cut off his life, he dropped his head and rolled on the ground.
The negative energy ray passed by the scalp and hit a woodblock print hanging on the wall. It was a drawing board carved from oak. After being eroded by the negative energy, it immediately softened and fell like dust.
Uncle Zhou was chased by the white ghost, but he was not very nervous. He ran from the stairs on one side of the hall to the other side, and then jumped back to the statue in the center.
Corellon's statue had a scowl on its face, and had become cold after being sealed for decades. But such a statue became Zhou Qingfeng's refuge. The white ghost stopped three meters away from the statue.
The torch had long been dropped while running, and the ruins were completely dark. Only the white ghost monster was showing its teeth and claws.
Zhou Qingfeng's heartbeat exceeded 180, and it was as loud as a drum. But he leaned under the statue to calm down a little, and then cursed at the white ghost: "Come on, you have the guts to compete with the statue of the main elf god. Look at it.
Will they kill undead souls like you?"
Roars echoed in the cold underground prison, dust was flying on the ceiling, and broken walls were bouncing on the ground.
Zhou Qingfeng clung to the statue of Corellon and took a breath of dust. Three meters away there was a white ghost that kept changing its shape, which could scare ordinary people to myocardial infarction. But the knowledge of 'occult science' told him that there was no need to be afraid.
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The main elf god Corellon is not a fool like Cyric. Any undead who dares to approach his statue is seeking death.
The white ghost couldn't get close to the statue of the patron saint of elves, but it refused to give up. Instead, it floated back and forth, becoming more and more irritable, "Who are you? Why are you here? What do you want to do?"
The roar of the ghost was directly transmitted to the brain, causing great fear and palpitations. Zhou Qingfeng listened to the other party's nonsense for a long time before he said: "Hey..., can we have a good talk?"
The white ghost is just a ball of light, and you can't tell what it is? It is like a crazy lunatic. After being stimulated, it takes Zhou Qingfeng as the target of venting. It either curses the young man for disturbing his sleep, or asks him about his origins.
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But no matter what Zhou Qingfeng said or answered, the ghost didn't respond. It just kept roaring, as if it was mentally retarded.
After talking to each other for a long time, Uncle Zhou finally gave up verbal communication. He touched himself and found that all the equipment was still there, but ordinary weapons could not deal with ghosts, only the spiritual power of the elf golem.
arrow.
Zhou Qingfeng fell to the bottom of the cave for more than ten hours. He wanted to try to see if the golem could be used. When he said the password 'Sinda', the white ghost was obviously startled. But what happened next... was unusual.