According to Madelyne, the "Frozen Ruins" in the outside world did not contain any traces of buildings. Someone even dug deep into the ground and did not find the so-called "Frozen Ruins".
Back then, Angor wondered why there were no traces of such a place. Could it have been completely eroded by the power of time?
Now, it seemed that Gregory's words were correct, considering Gasiya's body and the numerous native cities they saw along the way.
This place was probably the real Frozen Ruins that had been sealed for tens of thousands of years.
The so-called "Frozen Ruins" in the outside world was only a platform that led to this place. The real Frozen Ruins were inside this sealed continent.
…
Now that they knew the general location, they had to figure out how to leave this place.
Angor looked at Gregory. If the "Frozen Ruins" in the outside world was only a platform, there must be a way out.
Gregory shook his head. "I never thought I'd end up in a Frozen Ruins, nor did I ask about the exit. But there must be a way out for the natives to leave this place."
There was a way out, but they did not know where it was.
Since there was nothing they could do, they looked back at Gasiya's body and hoped to find some clues. After all, Gasiya came from the outside world.
Bobota began inspecting Gasiya's body.
"Nothing's missing. The one-use space capsule is still there. There are some valuables and healing potions inside. Looks like Gasiya came here prepared. Too bad something happened to him." Bobota sighed and continued to examine the body with his energy. "Judging from the level of energy consumption and some general traces, the time of death should be around two months ago."
"His internal organs are damaged, but that shouldn't be the cause of death. Maybe he didn't have enough energy to protect his body. Wait, there's a wound on his skull. It's not caused by energy. It looks like it was pecked by something."
Bobota looked back at Angor. "Gasiya didn't have such a wound before he went missing, right?"
Angor nodded.
Bobota stood up. "There's nothing else apart from the wound on his skull. It should be a fatal wound."
Both Angor and Gregory frowned. If the wound was not caused by someone outside, it meant that there was an unknown creature in this place that killed Gasiya.
The unknown creatures made them very worried. However, Gucia's corpse also gave some other clues. From the time of Gucia's death, it could be roughly inferred that he died not long after entering this place.
In other words, the entrance to the Ancient Cold Ruins from the outside world might be near this area.
Bobota said, "You said that Gusia was suffering from hysteria and had auditory hallucinations. He felt that someone was calling him, and then he disappeared. Could the person who called out to him be the one who killed him? "
"It's hard to say."
When Bobota mentioned hysteria, Angor recalled something else.
"After Gusia disappeared, Brofen and I talked about the Ancient Frigid Ruins. He said at least a thousand people have disappeared in the Ancient Frigid Ruins in the past few hundred years. The frequency is not high, but the accumulated number is quite high. "
"Later, the Moon Frost Alliance did some research and found a common point: all the people who disappeared in the Ancient Cold Ruins had a kind of hysterical hallucination before they disappeared. Other than feeling someone calling their ears, they could also see a figure." Brofen said, "Later, they confirmed that the figure was someone wearing a black raven cloak. According to some records, this person was the Guide of Death from the Bottomless Abyss —"
"Kurando!"
Gregory quickly added. "That's right.
"You know that too?"
Gregory nodded. "Kurando is the God of Death, the servant of an Ancient who mastered the law of death."
"An Ancient? What's that? "
"People who lived before the Twilight of the Gods. We call them Ancients. There are demon gods, demons, and even natives. Kurando himself seems to be an Ancient. "
Due to his limited vision, Gregory did not know much. The only thing he knew was that Kurando was a person who specialized in guiding the souls of the dead. The natives called him the Guide of Death, but in the eyes of the demons, he was the Grim Reaper.
"If he's the Guide of Death, could he be the one who killed Gusia?" Bobota asked.
Gregory glanced at Bobota and didn't want to answer. But he still shook his head in annoyance. "I don't know. Kurando's story has nothing to do with my life."
Another clue seemed to have been cut off. Or rather, they couldn't connect all the clues together.
"Whether Kurando killed Gusia or not, the most important thing right now is to find a way out," Angor said. "Let's keep looking around and see if we can find anything. If not, let's head to the wasteland. I think we're not far from the place that called me. Maybe we can find the answer there. "
There were still many corpses in the town, but they didn't find anything useful. There were some human corpses, but most of them were apprentices.
In the end, they still found nothing.
"Since there are no clues, let's just keep moving forward." They didn't use Gondola this time because Angor already sensed that they were very close to the place where they were being called.
Their group of figures walked into the gloomy rain and mist, disappearing without a trace.
…
Angor left a deep footprint on the ground. Soon, a puddle of water gathered around the footprint.
The puddle of water extended all the way to the depths of the wasteland.
Angor didn't have enough control over his strength, so he accidentally created another hole in the ground. Gregory and Bobota kept moving forward as if they didn't see anything.
This eased Angor's awkwardness a little.
"Can you tell who's calling you, Mister?" Gregory suddenly asked.
Angor shook his head. He only felt that he was getting closer and closer to the place, but he still couldn't tell who was calling him. Was it a living being? Or was it being guided by the consciousness of the continent? Angor still didn't know.
They kept moving forward for several more kilometers.
The further he went, the more familiar the place felt to him.
Back then, Guxiya had also disappeared because she felt that someone was calling her. At first, Angor thought Gusia's situation was similar to his.
But now that he thought about it, there was still a difference.
When Gusia heard someone calling him, he felt like he was going crazy, which was completely different from Angor's situation.
Despite that, Angor still remained cautious. After all, he knew how to confuse people's senses as well. Perhaps this sense of intimacy was just a facade that was deliberately created.
"There's a shadow over there?" Bobota pointed ahead.
He looked into the distance and saw a silhouette standing still in the distance. It wasn't very tall, but it looked quite tall.
They were in a wasteland. They didn't even see a single big rock along the way. The sudden appearance of the shadow was a bit out of place.
The shadow didn't move at all. They carefully approached it.
When they got closer, they realized that the shadow wasn't actually a living thing. It was a withered tree.
It stood alone in the wasteland and bathed in the rain.
"I thought there wouldn't be any plants on this land. I didn't expect to see a tree here. It's withered, but at least this place used to be covered by plants, "Bobota commented as he walked toward the tree.
Angor tried to follow him but was stopped by Gregory.
Bobota had already reached the tree. He walked around it several times and didn't see Angor's group following him.
When Bobota stood in front of Gregory, a hint of doubt flashed in Gregory's eyes. "That shouldn't be the case. I sensed something wrong with that tree. There seems to be a lingering sense of danger. How …" "You're fine?"
Now he understood why Gravity stopped him. Gravity must have sensed danger ahead, and Bobota was used as a tool to explore the path.
Bobota ignored Gregory's question. They weren't from the same race anyway.
Angor shook his head and walked toward the tree. Since Angor had already stepped forward, Gravwood followed suit.
When Gregory reached the tree, he saw Angor taking something from the tree and putting it on his hand.
It leaned forward curiously. "What is this … a feather?"
It was a black feather in Angor's hand. The feather was a little hard, and its color was similar to the color of the void.
Bobota also joined them and was surprised to see the feather. "Where did you find it?"
Angor pointed at the withered tree branch.
Bobota frowned. "I checked it carefully when I came here. I didn't see anything."
"Are you sure?" Angor looked at Bobota.
"This tree isn't that tall. I've checked it carefully, and there's nothing there." Bobota said in a firm tone.
Bobota wouldn't lie about something like this. So the feather was new?
"I saw this feather first when I came here. It's really eye-catching." Angor looked at the feather in his hand. "Is there a creature nearby that we didn't notice?"
This was the only answer that could explain the current situation.
For a moment, they didn't speak.
At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in their ears.
"This is a gift from Krando. Please accept it, savior of Yuantan Continent."
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