"That's for sure," Angor replied. "But it also means that there's a way out of the flue pipe."
The sewer and the labyrinth were originally one and the same. Now that they were separated, it was only a matter of time.
Before the fall of Nether City, there were many living areas underground, just like on the surface. It wasn't an exaggeration to call this place an underground city. Otherwise, Nether City wouldn't have built all kinds of government offices in the underground labyrinth.
Places where people lived naturally had to have drainage channels, which was how the "sewer" came to be.
The presence of a mutated scavenger squirrel on this road meant that there was definitely a smelly ditch on this road. Since there was a smelly ditch, it meant that there was definitely a living area nearby. And living areas meant a way out of this place.
Of course, the path of life and the path of death were only demarcated by later generations. Even the labyrinth might be a casual name given by the people who lived here in the beginning, and not the real situation.
This place was an underground waterway, an underground jungle of steel. The people who used to live here saw every path as a way out. They only lived underground, and searching for the exit of the labyrinth, or the passage to the surface, was their daily routine.
However, as time went by, most of the exits in the underground waterway had already collapsed. There were very few passages leading to the surface, which turned the underground waterway into a "labyrinth".
"It's not like ten thousand years ago. A way out can also turn into a dead end," Count Black said.
"But it doesn't affect us. Every place we're looking for, whether it's ten thousand years ago or now, is considered a dead end."
"If that's the case, why are we looking for a way out?" Kael asked curiously.
"To locate me. I need to find a landmark and locate it, "Angor said." And most of those landmarks are on a way out. "
Angor didn't say anything else. The others didn't ask either. Because they also knew that if they continued to ask, there was a high probability that they would only get an awkward silence.
It was better to end the conversation now.
They didn't ask any further questions. They were still talking through the Spirit Bond about their discoveries in the hall.
He listened for a while and realized that most of them were unimportant.
The only thing that could be confirmed was that this was a laboratory that could once accommodate hundreds of people working together. The experiment logs and samples were all gone. Most of the experimental equipment left behind were broken or taken away by the predecessors, so almost all the clues left here were lost.
However, a laboratory that could accommodate hundreds of people working at the same time was actually a clue in itself.
"Since the Noah Clan used to be a part of Garden of Mystery Palace, Mister Dark Earl, do you have any records about any important experiment results released by Garden of Mystery Palace?" It was Dorcas who had the same idea.
It was different from the Earth civilization. The experiments in the Earth civilization, regardless of whether they were big or small, were all team battles. But in the wizarding world, a single wizard was equivalent to a large team. The Hand of Magic allowed them to control multiple tools at the same time, and the development of their power of the will allowed them to be distracted, so there would be no confusion in their thoughts. Moreover, wizards themselves had a very extensive knowledge base, especially academies and technology-oriented wizards. The breadth and depth of their knowledge was astonishing, and their memories would never be forgotten. As for the issue of inspiration … before a wizard had any inspiration, they would not even begin to do experiments. In other words, they already had the idea from the beginning, so they didn't need to brainstorm.
Because of this, wizards almost always worked alone in their experiments. At most, they would bring one or two assistants and some apprentices to watch them.
Large-scale experiments that required hundreds of people working together were very rare.
However, once such a large-scale experiment was carried out, there would definitely be amazing results.
"No," Dark Earl said. "As for Garden of Mystery … never mind. Let's just call it Nether City. The records of Nether City were almost all destroyed after the fall of Nether City. "
"Outside force?" Angor immediately thought of a conspiracy theory.
"Probably. But I don't know what kind of outside force it is. Maybe it's someone from the Origin World. Ten thousand years ago, the Origin World and the southern wizarding region were always in contact with each other. "
Dorcas narrowed his eyes. "Maybe Nether City was doing some kind of large-scale experiment in secret and triggered someone's attention. That's why Nether City fell? And this lab is one of those places? "
"Who knows? It doesn't matter if it's true or not. All of it has been buried in the river of history. Besides, it has nothing to do with our goal." Dark Earl didn't want to talk about conspiracy theories. Even he had to admit that there was a high chance that it was a conspiracy. It wouldn't be a good thing to investigate further. After all, ten thousand years was neither too short nor too long for an Adept, a powerful Adept family, or an Adept organization. It would be meaningless if the Noah Clan was dragged into the Nether City because they went too deep into it.
"If you really want to know, you can go with Angor to the Elder of Books in Brute Cavern. I'm sure the Elder of Books knows the truth."
The Elder of Books rarely showed up in public. He didn't even meet people from Brute Cavern, let alone outsiders.
Dorcas sighed and put a hand on Kael's shoulder. "Looks like I can't help you find out the truth."
Kael stepped away from Dorcas without saying anything.
He wasn't an idiot. It was true that he wanted to find out the truth, but he also knew that it would only bring him trouble if he tried to find out the truth. Clearly, the loss of Nether City was most likely due to this situation.
Kael was curious about history, but he believed that he wouldn't be far from death if he tried.
Five minutes later, Dorcas spoke in their Spirit Bond, "We're done here. We didn't find anything. What about you?"
Of course, Dorcas was talking about Angor, who was walking to the side alone. However, Angor didn't answer.
Puzzled, everyone looked at Angor's direction.
Angor was holding something in his hand and examining it.
Did he find something? Without hesitation, Dorcas strode to Angor's side and leaned his head against Angor's chest to inspect the item in his hand, regardless of the safe distance between them.
"This is … a piece of an experimental instrument, right? What's so special about it?" Dorcas looked at it for a while.
"Now, stay three meters away from me," Angor said.
Dorcas looked up and realized he was almost leaning on Angor's chest. They were looking at each other in the eyes.
"Ahem." Dorcas also felt awkward and quickly backed away. "I have to say, a good-looking man looks good even when you're looking up."
"Thanks for the compliment. But I'll be careful next time. I'll use Shapeshifting to change my appearance so that a man won't throw himself at me again."
Dorcas scratched his head and didn't know what to say.
But Dorcas didn't need to say anything to ease the awkward atmosphere. Black Earl took over the topic. "You're looking at the snake emblem on it?"
Black Earl's words hit the nail on the head.
Angor was holding a piece of an experimental instrument. In terms of value, it was no different from other fragments. However, there was a very obvious symbol on it.
It was the symbol of a silver snake coiling around a bone staff.
"Yes, I've seen something similar to this before."
"You mean the Serpent Emblem of Serpent Nation in Fairy World?" Count Black cut him off.
"Yes." Angor nodded. He wasn't surprised that Black Earl knew about the Serpent Nation. After all, the man was a real boss.
"The Serpent Nation fell a thousand years ago. But even if it didn't, it didn't last for long. It was even longer than ten thousand years ago. " Angor continued, "I'm just curious. Why does the emblem of the Serpent Nation look so similar to the one on the instrument from ten thousand years ago?"
"You think they're related?" Black Earl asked.
Angor shook his head. "I don't know. Maybe not. It's too long ago. "
"You're right. It's too long ago. However, do you know why an ordinary mortal kingdom like the Serpentine Kingdom would attract the attention of so many adepts? Moreover, it's a kingdom in an affiliated world. "
Of course Angor knew, but he didn't say anything.
"It's because of the Origin Worshippers. According to legend, the Origin Worshippers were completely wiped out ten thousand years ago. But later on, there was another rumor that the Serpent Nation had one last Origin Worshippers.
Of course, I can't be sure if that's true or not. But the Origin Worshippers were wiped out ten thousand years ago, and so was Nether City. It's said that the Serpent Emblem of the Origin Worshippers was found in the Serpent Nation, and the symbol of a snake wrapped around a staff was found in Nether City's laboratory. Do you think there's a connection between these two? "
The Black Earl only listed out some possible connections and did not give a direct answer.
Angor remained silent for a moment. He clenched his hand slightly, and the broken instrument crumbled into fine powder that slowly fell from his palm. After being swept by Su Ling's Wind Tail, the powder completely dissipated.
"I don't know if there's a connection, and I don't want to make any wild guesses. Let's end our exploration here. It's time for us to leave. If we don't leave now, my illusion will be full of squirrels with flying membranes. "
Angor turned around and left.
Black Earl didn't feel offended by Angor's action. Instead, he chuckled.
It didn't matter if the two incidents were related. One thing was for sure, the destruction of Nether City was a secret, and the Origin Worshippers were involved in it too. Even Black Earl wouldn't be able to get away easily, let alone Angor. Therefore, the best solution was to stay out of it.
Angor's decision was the best one.
However, Black Earl only saw the surface of the matter. For some things, as long as you saw it, even if you destroyed the evidence, it would still be engraved in his heart.
Angor didn't care about Nether City, but he cared a lot about the Serpent Emblem.
After all, Dodoro was the last Origin Worshipper left alive.
The only thing left on Dodoro's body, and the only thing that accompanied Dodoro's recovery, was a silver bowl. On the inner wall of the silver bowl, there was an emblem called Black Serpent.
Before this, Angor thought that the Serpent Nation was the origin of the Serpent Emblem. But now, it seemed that the Serpent Emblem had more to do with the Origin Worshippers.
Did the Origin Worshippers really interact with Nether City ten thousand years ago?
Angor sighed in his mind and got rid of these thoughts. He would remember these clues, but now wasn't the right time to look into them.
He needed to wait and see.
He needed to wait for Dodoro to grow and for the Origin Flame to return. By then, even if he did not look into it, the "snake pillar" would show up in front of him on its own.
…
Apart from the hidden smoke pipe, there was only one other door that led to the outside of the laboratory.
Lights and shadows were flickering on both sides of the corridor. A large number of squirrels were jumping around in the shadows. However, no matter how hard they tried, they only moved around in circles, which made them look like they were possessed.
"To be able to control the movements of these squirrels with just light and shadow, the Dao of Illusions does indeed have its merits." Dorcas sighed.
"Don't give me such a condescending comment," said Angor.
"I'm not being smug. I'm complimenting your illusions from the bottom of my heart. But no matter how strong your illusions are, they're still weaker than Bloodline Wizards."
"Stop beating around the bush. What do you want to say?" Angor chuckled.
Dorcas chuckled and didn't say anything.
Previously, he had worked so hard to kill the demons, looking valiant and formidable. Wherever the red sword went, there would be no survivors. How cool was that? However, Angor only used a simple light and shadow spell to control all the squirrels. This simple trick only served to show how reckless Dorcas was.
Thus, in order to save some face, Dorcas beat around the bush and finally said that Bloodline Adepts were stronger than Illusion Adepts of the same grade.
Dorcas didn't ask for Angor or Black Earl's approval. He only wanted to save his face in front of Vaal and Kal.
However, Dorcas' "effort" probably didn't work. Kal was a scholar himself. He didn't hate battles, but he didn't like them either. Dorcas' words didn't move him at all. On the other hand, Kal wanted to study Angor's illusions more.
As for Vaal, Dorcas' old friend, he was just an otaku and a fanboy. Who cared if Dorcas was strong or not? Mister Super Dimensional was more admirable.
Angor didn't bother arguing with Dorcas about who was stronger. Bloodline Wizards often relied on this to gain attention. Similar situations were common in the wizarding world. Once the argument started, there would be no end to it. If they ended up with a red face, they would have to roll up their sleeves and compete … If the Bloodline Faction won, they would be even more arrogant.
Therefore, the best way to respond to a situation like this was to either flatter Dorcas perfunctorily or ignore him.
Angor chose the former. After all, Dorcas played a big role in this exploration. Dorcas deserved to be ignored.
After dealing with Dorcas, they kept moving forward.
Both sides of the corridor were protected by light and shadow spells. Despite the large number of squirrels on both sides, they were still able to move forward smoothly.
However, after walking for about fifty meters, a dividing line appeared in the corridor. There was a fork in the road ahead.
There was a thin layer of light barrier around the fork. This was the edge of Angor's light illusion.
Even standing in front of the barrier, they could still hear the squeaking noises outside.
There were still mutated squirrels outside. Judging from the number, they were no less than the ones trapped in the lab.
This meant that once they stepped out of the corridor, they would be faced with an unprecedented tide of squirrels.
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