Vol 3 Chapter 15: The second batch of visitors

>No one knows exactly what is under the tower.
According to Sunderland's inference, this is likely to be the entrance to a huge underground city-the Creman family had not only a blood family at its heyday, but the werewolf species was originally a supporter of the Creman family Millions of vampire bats, high-level Warcraft like Sphinx and Hydera are everywhere, the most exaggerated is that this powerful blood clan has multiplied its root system to cover almost the entire continent, spreading for a long time. "Creed" has a story of changing from confrontation to cooperation with the Clemens family, and its influence and strength are evident.
It's just that this bloodline that is extremely prosperous seems to be hurt because of several major events that happened one after another-inferred from Sunderland's words: its culprit and Yizuer, Severus Scepter and the person who has not seen for a long time Ashkandi has an inseparable relationship.
Murphy understood that he could not go this way-the influence of Sulfuras' scepter could not be ignored by himself, the whisper still haunted him at night, even if he no longer touched it, it was connected with himself "The facts cannot be ignored.
What are the benefits? What's wrong?
A group of people is about to verify with their own actions-a team of 17 people, one leader level and one overlord level Warcraft. The entire team even carried compressed food and water for more than a month.
After confirming that he was well prepared, Murphy turned around and looked at his "night watchman". He touched the leather backpack behind him involuntarily. After Sphinx jumped over his shoulder, he whispered: "I The tutor often said, "The unknown of the way ahead is our driving force." Now the danger is unknown. You can walk with me. If you can walk out of here alive, you don't need to say anything extra."
Armed swordsmen and magicians standing on both sides of Murphy bowed gently, and the identity of the family guard no longer needs to be said.
"If you get what you want--"
"I think being a life-long magic advisor is not unacceptable for a magician who has achieved his lifelong goal."
Sunderland held the staff to perform the Master's Ceremony, and answered no trace of nonsense.
Murphy nodded in satisfaction, raised his gaze slightly, looked up at the ever-open window of the towering main tower behind him, and smiled slightly.
Turning around, his figure was swallowed by the shadow blocked by the ruins.
The remaining sixteen followed the team one after another, and entered the bottom of the tower dug by the territorial coolies. What they saw was not a solid, dark and damp foundation, but a huge surrounding ladder, and the darkness that seemed to lead to the abyss. Potholes.
The five magicians uniformly cast the lighting technique. The originally dim narrow space was as bright as daylight, and a group of people walked along the original steps of the tower. Until ten meters underground, a clear fault appeared at the end of the road-and Below this excavated fault is a circular hole with a diameter of more than ten meters. The four walls are smooth and neat, and the marks of artificial chiseling are obvious.
"The excavator fell two times and never came up again." Murphy pointed down with his wand, and then a torch came from the guard of the great swordsman beside him, which was lit and thrown straight down.
In the dark, the falling torch initially had an orange-red glow in the field of vision, but the fast-going light soon became a halo, followed by a spot of light, and eventually disappeared into darkness.
For a while, even the echo of falling to the ground could not be heard.
Although Sunderland, the highest-ranked magister, is most active in exploring this crypt, he does not show any impetuousness, but is extremely cautious. He recited a spell, and the elements around his body suddenly began to vibrate. As the wand was lifted, a huge semi-transparent cylinder suddenly condensed in the air, and then suddenly filled into this deep pit.
Yan Si fits.
"Stand up."
Sunderland said to everyone around him—the five mages immediately cast five different air to stabilize the boundary, and the sword masters stepped forward to stand in front of the mage and prepared to insert the sword into the bluestone.
Murphy squatted down, grasping the Neapolitan short steel sword in his hand, raised his head, and saw the scene where Sunderland split the wand vertically.
As if a huge needle tube was pushed, the element forming the cylinder was pushed straight towards the bottom of the cave, and the surrounding air was evacuated and began to flow violently. The enclave in front of a group of people began to shake. The strong even appeared to have tinnitus!
Only Sunderland, who stood in front of everyone, was still like a mountain, the wand in his hand buzzed slightly, looking at the abyss in front of him without a word.
For a long time, Murphy finally heard a huge muffled noise from the cave as if the cork had been pulled out.
"Slow Fall, Level 3, collective release."
Sunderland clearly gave the plan, Murphy nodded, and the family magician immediately began to prepare for the release of the spell-one of them took out a feather from the Jinling carving from the magic prop bag on his back. The golden feather with a faint shimmering wings was controlled by the elements and floated in mid-air. The six mages collectively began to chant a unified spell, and then the feather collapsed into a little bit when the Sunderland spell waved the staff Golden light, condensed but not scattered.
Under Sunderland's indication, a group of people stepped onto the "carpet" suspended directly above the cave, and then fell straight down under his superb elemental control.
Murphy looked at the light above his head gradually disappearing, and the speed of the pedestrians in the deep tunnel slowly declined, but still did not reach any end after five or six minutes.
Sunderland looked down at him with a wand without any expression. The same is true of all the family mages. Everyone is highly concentrated in the state of preparation, which gave Murphy the first time to produce a kind of slightly relaxed mood. Feeling-their strength is not worse than their own, and it can even be said that Sunderland is far stronger than himself. The peace of mind brought by the powerful team is indeed what Murphy needs most on the long run.
At this moment, the scepter of Sulfuras lay quietly in the backpack behind Murphys, and two fragments of the sacred gun were placed in it. The powerful and indestructible holy weapon was enough to deal with any unexpected situation. Murphy had some confidence.
Just thinking of these, Murphys found that the light suddenly dimmed-the light that was originally reflected by the four walls spread out due to the sudden change of space.
He immediately reacted, and a group of people had crossed the tunnel and reached the inside of this mysterious area.
When the wands of the five wizards were pointing all around and below, the entire team was abnormally silent--because they didn’t know how to describe the scene in front of them, they could only look up at the huge vaulted dome and a dark painted hole above their heads, and turned their heads to look down After continuing to descend for nearly three or four hundred meters, the field of vision was a vast space beyond imagination!
This is not an imaginary underground cave, but a spectacular underground world.
It seems that the creator dug out a huge space under the ground more than the Lampard collar, and even reserved a "sky" of nearly 800 meters above it. This mysterious world that stunned Murphy was like A quiet dormant beast appeared in front of him.
And this also made the group feel the depression from the heart-what kind of people or races can create such a stunning spectacle, and few people across the continent know?
The ground was level, and after the slow fall operation, a group of people in the darkness found that there were even scattered streets here, but the feeling of ruins was too obvious. When the great magister Sunderland removed the element barrier, the cold air let everyone There was a chill.
Without a loud command, Murphy made a tactical gesture to the family swordsman and mage behind him, and the light emitted by the wand converged a lot-no one knew what was hidden in this dark dead city, and used a bright beam. It is tantamount to giving others the tips to attack.
Sunderland looked at the depressing "sky" for a long time, and finally said softly: "It seems that the classics are all true. At first, Yi Zuer, who was in Byzantium, can run so far and gain a lot of strength. It is only a'legacy' left by a huge force that can return."
"Yizuer has been here?"
Murphy is not clear about the details. Even if he is a direct descendant of Windsor, he is not clear about the specific life of this character that makes the old guys of the Golden Compass Council feel dreaded.
"Windsor, as an ancient military aristocrat of Byzantium, experienced a series of unimaginable shocks after Yizuo took the position of the head of the house. Although he had secured the seat of the head of the house, he was too young to be so called The upper aristocracy agreed with him, so he declared that he was seriously ill. After disappearing for a while, he once again appeared in the Byzantine upper class aristocracy. When he and his entire family soared, the entire upper class nobility was upset."
Sunderland has a deep research on the idol-like figure of Yi Zur. Although each mage does not believe in the deity, he always has a spiritual totem of his own to look up. Obviously Yi Zur is for Sunderland Such a character.
Murphy thought of Mulenthal’s exquisitely carved statue of Izuir. He did not admit his true identity with Sunderland. He looked at the bottom of his feet. According to Sunderland’s inference, it seems that this is where Izuer once came. Where I have been.
So what did he do? What is left? What did you take away?
"No one dared to document this place, it is the largest foundation of dark creatures," Sunderland lighted up the nearest building with a wand. The dusty gate and the land had a dark ancient Syca Handwriting, "The biggest master of the underground order here, the base camp of the Creman family-Arantis."
The illuminated building looks like an old tavern, the ancient Siga-style porch and stone pillars, with a beautiful atmosphere everywhere, but it seems to be abnormal due to the dust.
"Be careful~EbookFREE.me~If there are not too many errors in historical records, then this should be a huge city with a population of more than five figures, and its main residents are all dark creatures, the ruler is Proud blood." Sunderland waved his hand and released his reconnaissance. He looked back at the dark road in the distance and said softly: "Even if the current blood is faint and hidden in the dark, it does not mean that the real powerhouse It will disappear."
There is no single-mouthed family guard in Windsor’s family, but there is a strange feeling in his heart. After all, this was the place where the family’s first lord had explored. A sense of glory.
Murphy took a deep breath. As the leader of this team, he waved gently and made an order to move forward.
A forgotten city ushered in its second guests in hundreds of years.
And its last visitor was dying in the dungeon at this moment, waiting for the coming of death.
(I took the daughter-in-law to remove the thread today, which is relatively smooth, but the doctor said that it will take four or five days to go to the ground. These days, the update is not forceful and I hope to take more. Try to recover before the end of the month. Of course, the more friends who cancel the subscription, the better. , Writing slowly, but it should be worth the penny price of that chapter.