The portal to the London Temple is easy to find. Although the building collapsed, the three portals still stand in place, like monuments among the ruins.
The mages were busy rescuing the wounded and repairing buildings, and they often only gave them a hasty glance when they saw them.
Standing in front of a row of portals, Su Ming took a closer look. The thing with Chinese characteristics on the other side of the door should be the Hong Kong Temple. The incense burner and the guqin all explained the problem. He had been to the New York Temple before, and now it was everywhere.
It's all bloodstains.
So the view across the door that is completely unfamiliar is the London Temple.
The two walked through the golden ring of fire, and the ruins under their feet instantly turned into solid wood floors.
Graceful and luxurious, this is the first impression that the London Temple gives people.
The tall dome is entirely made of marble, and the gorgeous crystal chandelier makes the temple as bright as day. Calm but sophisticated decorations fill the room, reflecting the former power of the old empire.
A mage with a long white beard was waiting for them. He looked a bit like Gandalf from "The Lord of the Rings". He was very old, his face and hands were covered with wrinkles and age spots, and he was wearing a brown robe.
He should be a certain archmage, but in order to guard the London Temple, he did not participate in the battle at Karma Taj just now.
The three major temples need to be guarded at all times to prevent guys like Dormammu from taking advantage of the situation.
His attitude was very friendly, as if he had been a friend for a long time: "Welcome to the Holy Sanctuary of London. Unfortunately, the weather has not been very good recently and is not suitable for sightseeing, but I can lend you an umbrella."
"Thank you." He was very polite, but Su Ming didn't have time: "There's no need for sightseeing, we have other business here."
As if the British war had nothing to do with him, the old mage just nodded calmly and led them to the gate. He waved his hand, and two black umbrellas flew out of nowhere. He handed the umbrellas to the two of them with a smile.
"I received a message from the Supreme Mage and know your purpose of coming, but I cannot leave the sanctuary. I'm sorry, but I can only let you find it on your own."
"It's okay, can you give me your address?"
"That's the magician's residence, so you can't see it even if you give it the address." The old mage smiled and touched his beard, the wrinkles on his face were squeezed into a ball: "But there is an easier way than the address. You can go out by the door.
Just walk left along the street, smell the smell, close your eyes, turn left, and hit the wall."
Stink...
Su Ming's expression was very strange. If any magic user could be equated with bad smell, they would probably be shamans or witch doctors. They are more reclusive than magicians. Can we really explain them?
But he didn't say much, he just smiled and thanked the old mage, and opened the door.
"Wow..."
"Buzz..."
"boom!"
He closed the door again.
It was a typhoon outside. As soon as he opened the door, he was soaked by the heavy rain. He also saw a tree flying across the door at high speed and smashing into the wall next door.
Is this what you mean by bad weather?
Su Ming looked at the old mage with dead fish eyes. He always felt that this guy was snickering in his heart, as if he was playing a prank by putting a blackboard eraser on the door.
No wonder Ancient One asked him to stay in London to guard the temple. This guy going to the battlefield is really unsettling.
"Ahem." The old mage tightened his lips as if to suppress a smile: "Just remember to hold an umbrella. There is a magic circle on the umbrella to protect you from wind and rain."
"I won't return the umbrella. Goodbye."
Su Ming put on his helmet, opened his umbrella, and pulled Holloway into the terrifying wind and rain.
I can still vaguely hear the old mage saying goodbye: "I come as a guest often!"
It's impossible. The entire London Temple is unreliable. It's impossible to come back until the resident mage is replaced.
The two of them were walking in the rain. The umbrella worked quite well, but they didn't know who stole the power through some method. In short, on the street where the raindrops turned into horizontal flies, the two of them didn't feel any wind or rain.
But with such a strong wind, can you really still smell it?
The answer is - yes.
After walking a few hundred meters along the street, Su Ming keenly smelled a foul smell. Even the strong wind outside the umbrella did not affect the smell.
The stench had become real, like a sticky swamp, surrounding the two people on the street.
Deathstroke's specially modified helmet can block poisonous gas, but it must retain the ability to detect odors. This is for combat purposes. It is dozens of times more expensive than an ordinary gas mask. At this time, Marvel does not have enough technology to repair it.
Or upgrade, but now Su Ming is starting to think about whether he can add a switch to this function?
"Isn't this too smelly? The surrounding residents are really miserable."
Living in a stinky neighborhood, there is no place where the stench comes out... In comparison, the sanatorium full of piss-smelling sanatorium where Holloway worked was like a paradise on earth.
The doctor also covered his nose and answered him in a sullen voice: "It's like...the smell of a zoo."
"Huh, this is it anyway." Su Ming sighed and looked at the green wall through the dense rain lines: "Close your eyes and follow me."
It felt the same as when they entered the New York Temple. The two passed through a magical shield.
A three-story small building is like an independent wooden house sandwiched in the middle of the surrounding brick buildings. There is no wind or rain in front of it, but correspondingly, the smell is stronger.
Before Su Ming could knock on the door, the door opened automatically, and suddenly a black smoke seemed to pour out, and the smell was so spicy that Holloway shed tears.
"Ahem! Who is the master inside? Can you please come out and talk?" Su Ming didn't dare to enter this house. It is really the most effective anti-theft method. Isn't there a cesspit under the carpet at the door?
Master, please put away your magical powers and come out to speak...
Just as he finished speaking, a figure floated out of the room.
He was about thirty years old, dressed neatly in a gentleman's three-piece suit, a white vest, a white shirt, a black suit, and a black bowler hat on his head.
He held a black wooden cane in his hand, had a neat mustache, a smile on his handsome face, and bright eyes in his black eyes.
"Welcome, welcome to my humble home." He spoke warmly while tying his white tie with magic.
His whole person was very clean and fresh, which was incompatible with the smell of this house.
Well, at least this way, you don’t have to worry about contagious diseases when shaking hands...
"Come on, please come in and have a drink. The weather is bad today, isn't it?" The mage shook hands with the two of them, moved away from the door, and gestured for them to come in and talk.
"Uh...is there any magic that can block the sense of smell?" Su Ming decided to tell him directly, otherwise he would really not be able to enter the house.
There was no hint of embarrassment on the mage's face, but he admitted with a smile: "You reminded me, I have always maintained the breath-holding magic. I learned it from the East...a small magic, very simple."
He raised the cane in his hand, letting it float in the air, and then began to recite the incantation. Perhaps to show that he meant no harm, the incantation was recited aloud.
But neither Su Ming nor the doctor understood magic, and the only thing they could understand was the magic floating cloak. However, out of trust in the introducer, Gu Yi, Su Ming still took off his helmet so that the magic could work on himself.
Almost in the next second, both Su Ming and Holloway lost their sense of smell.
I can't smell anything anymore and my whole body feels relaxed.
When I walked into the house, I found that the room was actually very clean and tidy. Although it could be seen that it was a place where bachelors lived, it was just like where ordinary people lived, and there was no trace of magic.
So the doctor suspected that the mage had hidden hundreds of corpses under the floor, and that was the source of the stench...