Chapter 798: Seven Squads (Part 2)

At a glance, the canyon, composed of scattered gray stones and shiny black pools, extends north from below, and is eventually blocked by a cliff-like cliff covered with cracks.
Not far away, the child's building blocks like Mihir Hill grew larger and larger, and they saw thin springs flying down everywhere, hitting the stone slabs.
The mist gathered like white smoke at the foot of the cliff.
"When you said that there was heavy rain, I thought you were kidding."
"I thought I was kidding."
Varus answered sullenly, put down his backpack, and looked at the map.
Mu is doing the same thing.
"The label says this is called Tristan Ridge."
"How long will it take us to go up?"
Mu put down the map and came to him.
"Half a day, if we can find a rift that can pass, or find the underground estuary."
"Well, since they want us to hurry to the back, then we better leave."
Varus glanced behind him, and many hours of exhaustion left many people exhausted. He knew that in such an environment, people were more tired than normal.
"Ten minutes rest in situ, then we are going to go across the canyon, everyone sips, if you want to be happy, twist mushroom powder to suck.
"Yes."
Then he stepped on the stone slab, wandered away from the crowd, took the green communication device out of his pocket, and looked again.
It has a string of passwords on it and a standard Oak graffiti.
In the order of the character table given by Kundera, he quickly replaced each symbol with the corresponding number, and then combined those numbers according to the method taught by him (the mechanic), and finally got a seven-digit channel number.
Varus climbed up a string of stones and came to the nearest Mu, borrowing a battlefield communicator from him who played the communications.
He put on the headset, entered one of the numbers, and waited.
"Hey Hey hey?"
A rude voice quickly remembered.
"No.007...Shrimp."
Varus really hated this nickname, but Ocker’s simple brain circuit didn’t remember his name very well.
"Wait, I called the boss... Head! That shrimp is looking for you!"
Soon, Kundera's crappy human language reached his ears.
"It seems that you are going very smoothly."
"I found an underground river in the gorge, which may be connected to the underground fortifications of the Mihir Hill defense."
"Very good, find the entrance to the river, keep in touch at any time during the operation, if you need any helper, say to me, I will send the kid over soon."
"understand."
The signal was terminated.
Varus returned the instrument to its owner, and then took out a cigarette and sat on the stone with a sip.
"What did it say?"
Mu came to him and handed a kettle.
Varus took a sip and shook his head.
"Nothing, they are playing happily, and we can't take care of us for the time being."
"Say... have you ever thought about that."
Hearing this, Varus stiffened, and then slowly softened.
"If you want to run, I won't stop you, then I will say you are dead, it will not ask in detail."
Mu sat beside him, looking at the end of the deep canyon in the distance.
"Aren't you afraid of me reporting to the Empire?"
"You really want to do this, I'm afraid it's useless, and even if I die, they won't feel a pity, there are more people waiting to do this."
Varus bit the word "wait" very hard.
"Don't talk, it's time to go."
Throwing the cigarette butts on the ground, Varus greeted everyone and began to go deeper into the canyon.
After stepping on the knee-cold cold water, they turned over a steep of rubble, with rotting debris scattered between the stones.
Varus saw some ribs, as well as greasy filled with putrefaction, which made the stench unbearable.
"I heard the sound of water, and there is one more point."
Varus urged that he was as energetic as a fart.
Mu and Zazares followed him. The latter was a wizard apprentice who had to join Ok's spy squad in order to get the sick mother to get the medicine.
"Here, below!"
Suddenly, a man shouted.
The crowd followed him to a depression between the boulders, a cave appeared in front of them, and the black liquid flowed between the slabs.
This cave is very cold, with a strange echo.
Varus jumped between the slabs, avoiding the sewage below, and jumped from a higher rock to another as if they were stepping stones in a gorgeous waterscape garden.
The depth of the cave is suddenly bright, showing a huge stone hall.
Drops of water dripped from the vault, and in the middle of this space was a broad slate, like a stage, with damp rocks shining like glass.
"This is it?"
Varus whispered, looking suspiciously around the ominous shadows around him.
"But there is no entrance here."
"Wait, I feel... there are traces of spellcasting here."
Zazares suddenly opened his mouth. At 19, he was a little bit young, but he had a certain talent in witchcraft. His teacher was a deer wizard, and his perceptive ability has always been excellent.
He turned slowly, looking up at the stone wall. He seemed to be listening.
"But I can't feel it."
He murmured and sniffed his nose, and took off the helmet with a big circle on his head.
"Where will it be?"
Varus also searched around for a while~EbookFREE.me~ but did not find any strange places. This cave seems to be a dead end, but it can't explain where the water came from.
"I think it may be some kind of hidden witchcraft, I have to hide it."
After a while, Zazares decided.
"What might you get?"
"Blanking! Blanking!"
Zazares repeated it twice, as if everyone understood the meaning of this weird word.
He jumped off the stone platform, squatted by a sink, pulled out a small kit from his pocket, and then extended his index finger into it, stained with some silver powder.
Later, he swept the water with his powdered fingers, sketching a string of complicated symbols.
"Please, please—"
He muttered in a low voice, but nothing happened.
"Come out!"
Suddenly, he made a sharp noise, and at the same time his fingers quickly crossed the sewage again.
The symbols suddenly light up, and the surroundings start to become cold.
Kaka Kaka~~!
A subtle voice attracted Varus' attention. He turned to look to the right, and found that what was originally a smooth rock wall was becoming void, and the silent water also had waves.
"over there!"
Zazares raised his head and saw a smile on his face when he saw his success.
"This is a very hasty covert spell."
Coming to the two-person high cave, the wizard apprentice saw some spell-casting materials and fresh spells on the rock wall. The caster was very hasty at the time, otherwise it would not be cracked by his own apprentice.
"Good job, Zazares."
Varus put his head in, and after confirming that the air was fresh and with a weak wind, he waved at the crowd.
"Let's go."