Wardle looked a little disappointed.
Wardle knew the power of time better than anyone else. As an Extraordinary being, Wardell's memory was immensely powerful. Even the last sunset of the Yuantan Continent ten thousand years ago and the details of the changing clouds were clearly remembered.
But all he could remember was the scene. The feelings that were deeply engraved in his bones had long been washed away by the river of time.
If that was the case for Wardle, what about mortals?
"They can always remember what they've forgotten," Angor spoke in a soft voice.
"Forget it. He built this statue so that the Primordial Remnants could use themselves as a pillar of support to survive the long darkness. That era has passed. It doesn't matter whether they remember it or not." Wardle sighed. "Let's go. The passage is right in front of the statue."
Wardle walked to the bottom of the statue and waved his scepter.
He stretched out the scepter in his hand and lightly tapped the ground. The dusty floor emitted a ray of light and turned into a white door on the ground.
The door opened, revealing a passage that led to the basement.
Wardle stepped into the passage first. Angor gave the statue another meaningful look before following him.
"The Bone Burial Pit in the depths of the Land of Darkness can also lead to the basement, but there are many undead there who are unwilling to leave. It's very dangerous to go there," Wardell rambled on about the situation in the basement.
They reached the end of the spiral staircase and arrived at a large basement.
However, Angor's group was puzzled when they arrived.
They couldn't see what was inside because of the thick gray mist.
Just as they were curiously exploring the interior, a rumbling sound came from inside, accompanied by the sound of wind whistling. The gray mist began to move. Wisps of gray mist that looked like thin threads were carried to the entrance of the basement by the wind.
The first thing they noticed was a foul stench coming from the wind. Next, they sensed something that made their hearts palpitate.
It reminded them of the melody of darkness and death.
This aura was brought about by the wisps of grey mist.
Wardle took out his scepter and swung it at the basement. A terrifying gust of wind blasted into the basement like a shockwave.
The gust of wind parted the gray mist in the room, revealing what was inside.
Angor turned his head to look at the basement out of instinct. He waited until the gust of wind died down before he looked back.
Angor was stunned by what he saw.
The basement was huge, and the interior space was comparable to the Ocean Theater in Waterford. However, in such a huge space, there was a huge figure that filled the entire space.
It was a giant black hellhound lying on the ground!
Every single strand of hair on its body was burning with black flames. The flames were so hot that even the space around it was distorted. Just a single area was already terrifying enough. If it was considered as a whole, it would be even more terrifying!
The hellhound's head was lying on the ground with its eyes closed. Its nostrils were letting out loud noises while releasing gray mist.
"So, that's Jarm. The Agent of Death, a hellhound who possesses the attributes of darkness and space, "Wardle explained.
Wardell looked back and saw Angor still standing beside him. Both Greywood and Bobota had taken a few steps back. Even Angor looked calm, but his lips were trembling.
The Hellhound was simply too terrifying. Not only was its body size terrifying, just its terrifying aura alone was enough to cause them to feel fear.
"Don't worry. Jarm is still sleeping. Even if it wakes up, it won't attack you as long as you have Krando's Black Feather."
Wardell's words made Angor tighten his grip on Black Feather.
After a while, Gregory mustered his courage, and asked, "Your … Your Highness Wardell, where is the passage you mentioned?"
"It's right below where Jarm is sleeping. It's a natural spatial pattern that connects this continent to the surface of the abyss. Since Jarm has the attribute of space, this place isn't far from the Burial Pit. That's why it chose to rest here. "
He looked at the floor and saw a strange pattern. However, more than 80% of it was blocked by Golm's body, which showed how big the creature was.
"Then, then, when will it wake up?" Every time Golm snored, it would be accompanied by the rumbling of thunder. At the same time, it would release a large amount of death aura. This made Gregory very afraid, and his heart kept beating like a drum.
"It'll wake up soon," Wardle replied and slowly flew into the basement.
Wardell was estimated to be more than 2.5 meters tall, but compared to Grim, he still looked like a small child. Wardle landed in front of Jarm and tapped the ground with his scepter.
An invisible ripple of air spread out from where the scepter touched the ground.
When the ripple reached Jarm's body, the creature slowly opened its eyes. A dim red light flashed, and the terrifying aura was released again. This time, even Angor had to take a few steps back.
However, Jarm only opened its eyes a little before it closed them again.
Just when they thought that Grim had fallen asleep again, a lazy voice suddenly rang out. "Hey, old man, why aren't you guarding outside? Why are you waking me up?"
The voice didn't come from Jarm's mouth. Instead, it came from above Jarm's head.
A black shadow descended from above Grim's head, swiftly and nimbly arriving before Wardle.
Only then did everyone see that the black shadow that spoke was a mini Cerberus. It looked like a miniature version of Jarm, but it wasn't covered in flames. Its black fur was fluffy, and its crimson eyes looked like the finest red rubies.
"I need to send some people to Moliere's Land."
The mini Cerberus looked at the door and glanced at everyone. Everyone felt chills running down their spines. Finally, the mini Cerberus stopped at the black feather in Angor's hand.
"Kurando gave his feather to a human …" The mini Cerberus muttered and looked at Wardle. "Who are they?"
Wardle's mouth moved slightly as if he was trying to explain something.
As Wardle explained, the mini Cerberus gave Angor a suspicious look.
Angor couldn't hear what they were talking about, but he didn't think it would take that long if it was just a simple explanation.
"Did you notice that? It said 'wake me up'," Bobota said in the common language as he walked to Angor's side.
Angor nodded. He knew what Bobota meant.
Actually, from this "wake-up call", it was obvious that Wardell's excuse of waiting for Grim to wake up before leaving was all a lie.
If Wardell could 'wake' Jarm up, then he could wake Jarm up from his slumber at any time.
Angor was sure that if he didn't agree to Wardle's request, Wardle would keep Jarm sleeping until the end of time.
After a while, Wardle finally finished talking. The mini Cerberus suddenly turned into a shadow and appeared in front of Angor.
It stared at Angor curiously for a while before muttering, "So weak … You killed a truesoul? How did you do that? "
The mini Cerberus circled around Angor. It didn't release any aura, but Angor still felt a chill down his spine.
A moment later, the mini Cerberus suddenly released a jet of black fire at Angor.
Angor was about to cast a defensive spell, but before he could do anything, the black fire circled around him and disappeared into the black feather in his hand.
The mini Cerberus turned into a shadow and jumped back into Jarm's head.
"Alright, he can leave at any time. If he wants to come back, just take the feather and go to Moliere's Land. I'll be able to sense it. " The mini Cerberus yawned and spoke to Wardle in a lazy tone, "I'm going to sleep. Don't bother me again."
With that, the mini hellhound disappeared, and Golm, who was lying on the ground, started snoring loudly again.
Wardle came out of the basement and said, "Jarm has memorized your aura. Take the feather and go inside. The spatial patterns underground will send you to Moliere's Land. If you want to come in again, take out the feather from Moliere's Land, and Jarm will sense it. "
Knowing that they could leave, Gregory and Bobota were overjoyed.
Angor nodded to Wardle. "Thank you."
"I'm the one who should be thanking you. If it weren't for you, Mister Savior, I would've gone to join my old friends already."
Angor glanced at Wardle and nodded to Gregory and Bobota before heading to the basement.
But before he could take a step forward, Wardle suddenly said, "Oh, I forgot. There's this."
As soon as Wardle finished speaking, a faint ray of light shone on everyone.
The light disappeared as soon as it touched their bodies.
"What's that?" Angor looked at the spot where the light disappeared but didn't feel anything.
"There are many people outside who have noticed Tung Continent. This can hide your aura for now," Wardle explained.
Wardell's words reminded Angor of something. "If we show up in Moliere's Land like this, we'll attract suspicion, won't we?"
"Moliere's Land is a special place. No one has noticed it yet." At this point, Wardell suddenly looked up as if he was looking into the distant void. After a while, Wardell smiled. "However, Moliere's Land is quite lively these days."
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