This place was so narrow that one could only see the sky when looking up from the bottom. Facing such an environment, Pan Da instinctively wanted to release arcane spells to check the inside of the cave. But when the spell was on the tip of his tongue, it turned into a sigh.
He paused for a second and began to recite a prayer.
Pan Da had never learned divine spells systematically, but he had gradually figured out the trick. Divine spells and arcane spells were two completely different systems. To release different arcane spells, the gestures, incantations, and materials needed were all different. However, to use divine spells, one only needed to try to visualize the function in one's mind, and then continuously use prayers to summon the power of the god.
The strength of a divine spell was related to how much attention the god paid to the caster. Pan Da didn't know how those priests in Rose Cross were classified. Whatever divine spells he cast now, the prayers he recited were actually the same. However, it seemed that God of Moon, Sterian, could really perceive the spell ideas in his mind and use his divine power to construct divine spells with similar effects.
For spellcasters, this actually saved a lot of trouble, and it could even be said that "anything is possible." But for arcanists who were used to controlling magic, leaving their fate in the hands of the god above them really made them feel uncomfortable.
After reciting the prayer, the silver light bloomed. Pan Da pointed forward, and the dark cave was instantly filled with soft silver light. The Ice Fist Mercenary Group, who had lit the torches, widened their eyes and were amazed by such a divine spell. After all, the light not only illuminated everything, but also covered all the protruding objects, so people could clearly see the outline.
For "exploration", this kind of divine spell saved a lot of trouble. Pan Da had never used this divine spell before, and he was also a little surprised by the effect. But he quickly calmed down and said to the mercenary captain next to him, "Let's go in together. Everyone, split into two groups and get ready for battle."
"Yes, Lord Priest."
Captain Dewitt, who was holding a sword and a shield, was very obedient. The two mages on the side also held their staffs and began to cast some defensive spells. After Pan Da entered the cave, he turned around and looked outside. The Arcane Warriors and the mercenaries were guarding the cave with weapons in their hands. The mercenaries also had whistles that could be used as alarms. If anything happened, they could immediately notify the people in the cave.
He clenched the necklace in his hand and walked in.
The space inside the cave was much larger than he had imagined. It was certain that this place was excavated using magic. Otherwise, it would be unrealistic to excavate such a flat space in the mountain.
There were all kinds of debris scattered on the ground, as well as messy footprints. At first glance, Pan Da noticed the magic circle that was still operating beside the door. The people who had come in earlier clearly did not understand the customs of the High Elf Arcanists. This kind of concealment magic circle had not stopped operating after so many years. He went over to take a look and found that the magic circle had only one function. It was to conceal all fluctuations in the cave. However, its level was very high. It was even stronger than the Magic Tower that Lord Blake was in.
This discovery caused him to feel a little excited, because it was very likely that the other party was a powerful Arcana Master … The inheritance of such a person was definitely priceless.
Prying open the sealed box, Pan Da saw that the Magic Crystal was almost depleted of energy. To be able to operate for so long, there was no doubt that the Magic Crystal itself was of a high level. Pan Da could tell that this Magic Crystal belonged to a high-level magical beast that even he would not be able to deal with. Yet, the owner of this ruin had placed such a precious Magic Crystal at the door. How rich could the owner of this ruin be?
As the group went deeper into the cave, they passed by a small "porch" and saw a shockingly large circular "living room." The dozen or so people who entered the room quickly spread out and prepared for battle. However, as far as the eye could see, they could only see decaying bookshelves and broken ancient books on the ground.
This place had been completely emptied.
Pan Da turned his head to look at the surrounding walls. Under the silver light, he saw the carvings of the High Elves. He looked carefully. When he saw the sculpture in the center, his eyes narrowed.
"Should I pry it off and take it away?"
Captain Dewitt only cared about getting rich. He was a little disappointed that someone else had beaten him to it. However, seeing that there were still some things that could be taken away for money, his "professional instinct" immediately kicked in. He raised his torch and looked at it carefully. "Did someone break this guy's arm?"
"No, this guy had no arm to begin with."
Looking at the sculpture in front of him, Pan Da couldn't help but think of the name "One-Armed Sumi." Clearly, this hunchbacked and ugly guy in front of him was the famous Arcanist in the history of the High Elves.
Pan Da didn't know what exactly this guy had done. Blake knew some information but didn't have time to tell him. Thus, Pan Da didn't stop and continued to point at the door behind them. "There's no hurry to take it. Let's go in and see what else is there."
Of course, they had to obey the employer's order. Captain Dewitt waved his hand and signaled his men to continue exploring. However, after walking along the corridor for a while, they realized that this so-called "cave" was actually a different world. There were at least ten spacious rooms. From the furnishings inside, some were standard High Elves' laboratories, while others were cages of different sizes.
The Ice Fist Mercenary Group wasn't interested in the structure. Their eyes were always on what they could take away. The two Magicians weren't weak, but they knew nothing about the High Elves' language and couldn't understand it. So, they didn't even bother looking at it. At most, they would cast a spell to make sure there weren't any traps around.
Under such circumstances, Pan Da obtained a lot of information. In these rooms, there were all kinds of words written on the walls. In some of the laboratories, there were a few magic circles recorded. In the cage-like rooms, there were all kinds of curses.
"I'm going to tear your head off! I'm going to drink your blood, tear your windpipe, and let you know what pain is! "
"I'm going to watch you die with my own eyes! No matter how much pain I suffer, I'm going to endure until that day comes! "
There were many words engraved deeply on the stone walls. Pan Da silently observed all this. As he walked, he suddenly froze. He saw a familiar sentence written in one of the corners …
"Sterian looks at me. Moon God, please save your servant!"
"Priest?"
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