The Witch's Eyes had a special meaning?
Dorcas was puzzled. Did the Witch's Eye have a secret that no one knew about? Was it because he was ignorant and inexperienced that he was making a fuss out of nothing?
Dorcas looked at the others and confirmed that Vaay and Kael were also confused. However, Black Earl only had one nose, so he couldn't tell what he was thinking.
While Dorcas was hesitating whether he should ask Angor for "ignorance", Angor took the initiative to answer the question.
"I heard that the Witch's Eyes gather at the center of the underground maze. If you see a Witch's Eyes, it means you're not far from the center of the maze. The Stairs of Hanging Prison we're looking for is right there. "
Dorcas: "So that's what the special meaning is … Is this your exclusive information?"
Angor paused for a moment. "I can't tell you where I got this information from."
Dorcas shrugged and didn't ask any more questions. They all knew what kind of person Angor was. He would always tell them what he would and wouldn't tell them in advance. Sometimes, it was annoying, but it was also a kind of sincerity.
At this time, the Black Earl had already sorted out his shocked emotions and said lightly, "I can ignore the source of your information, but is this information reliable?"
Angor considered and shook his head. "I don't know how reliable it is. But since we already found the Witch's Eyes, and they're not far from the Stairs of Hanging Prison, I think this information can be trusted."
This information came from Sunders, and Angor wasn't sure if what Sunders said about the underground maze in the Nightmare Realm was real or not.
But since they already found the Witch's Eyes here, it wasn't a bad idea to apply the experience of the Nightmare Realm to the real world.
These were just details anyway.
The Witch's Eyes themselves weren't important. What mattered was the meaning and symbol they represented. Besides, even if they didn't run into any Witch's Eyes on their way, it wouldn't stop them from looking for the Stairs of Hanging Prison.
"If that's what you said, I'll take it as good news for now," Black Earl said.
He paused and said, "Since you told me something, I'll tell you something as well. It's neither good nor bad news.
"Not long ago, I left a tracking point near that flue and picked up the scent of someone."
Dorcas raised his eyebrows. "Sir, do you mean that the Traveling Merchant Organization is here?"
The Black Earl said, "Only one person."
When Dorcas heard this, he immediately rolled his eyes. "If it's just one person, then there's no point. I reckon that even those scavenger squirrels might not be able to break through. Now, they might not even be able to survive. "
Black Earl said, "Illusions aren't the only way to leave the encirclement of the mutated scavenger squirrels. That person's aura has disappeared, which means that he has successfully broken out of the encirclement. "
This time, Dorcas' interest was piqued. With so many mutated scavenger squirrels, it wouldn't be easy to break through the encirclement. Even if it was him, he would probably be covered in blood. Furthermore, he might not be able to shake off the Mutated Scavenger Squirrel.
How did that person break out of the encirclement?
Count Black remained silent for a moment before he answered, "Angor used a moving illusion to take you away. It's a decent way to leave this place. As for that person, the way he used it was not so dignified, but the effect was still pretty good. "
"An undignified way?" Dorcas asked, "What way?"
Count Black said, "I only left a scent locator there. I don't know how. But there are only two possibilities. One, he turned into a mutated scavenger squirrel and sneaked away. Or, he entered the squirrel's body and controlled it to leave. "
Either way, in Count Black's eyes, it was not a dignified way.
Count Black's only criterion for decency was whether it smelled or not.
After all, Count Black's nose was something he couldn't bear.
"So it's a transformation spell …" Dorcas understood. But when he thought about the scene where he had to follow a mountain of mutated scavenger squirrels, walk a long way, and face constant mental pollution … Dorcas shuddered at the thought.
He would rather fight his way out than suffer such torment. This was not a matter of decency. It was a matter of whether he could bear the humiliation. He could "bear the burden", but he couldn't bear this kind of humiliation!
The two apprentices were also trembling. They thought about those ugly mutated scavenger squirrels, and they had to admit that the one chasing after them was really scary.
However, this news only made people shudder. If they really wanted to be afraid of the other party, that was definitely not the case.
"Speaking of which, I didn't think Mister Count Black had a backup plan. Scent locators … That sounds powerful. They can sense us from so far away." Dorcas asked curiously, "Mister Count, how many scent locators did you leave behind along the way?"
The Black Earl snorted and ignored Dorcas.
Angor smiled. "The answer is obvious, isn't it? Are there anything else along the way apart from mutated scavenger squirrels? Do you think Mister Count Black would leave a scent locator on this path? So, at most, he left one in the living area, and one near the intersection of the path we're on. "
Angor looked at Count Black. "Am I right, Mister Count?"
"You missed one," Count Black replied.
Count Black did not mention which locator he missed. He returned to Wai's hand and said, "There's nothing else to see here. Let's move on."
Count Black glanced at Angor. The others also looked at Angor. After seeing Angor nodding, they all stepped out of the narrow opening.
The path ahead was getting narrower. So far, they did not run into any trouble.
Dorcas moved to Angor's side. "Did you figure it out? Where's the scent locator that Mister Count Black mentioned? "
Angor shrugged. "I didn't. What? Do you have an idea?"
"I'm guessing it's near the entrance of the underground maze. That way, we can keep an eye on how many people are coming."
Dorcas said it was a guess, but he sounded confident.
Angor glanced at Dorcas and spoke in a soft voice, "Sometimes I think your thoughts and actions are strange, but sometimes they're too normal. You're such a fascinating man. "
Angor shook his head and kept walking.
Dorcas scratched his head in confusion. What did Angor mean by that? Did he agree with him or not?
The answer, of course, was no.
If the scent locator was really near the entrance, Count Black would not have sensed someone's presence so late. Count Black must have told Count Black earlier, and not after the person reached the flue pipe.
From Count Black's words, Angor knew that the first scent locator was near the flue pipe.
Further ahead, there was a magic array blocking the way. Angor could not even sneak through the magic array here. He did not believe that Count Black's sense of smell could penetrate the array.
If Count Black really had another locator, it had to be somewhere behind the flue pipe.
Angor already had a few guesses in his mind, but he did not need to think too much about it. Count Black would tell him if something happened.
…
The path was getting narrower and slanted.
It wasn't like they didn't find anything along the way. Other than the traces of the Witch's Eyes, they also found a few more skeletons.
They were all human skeletons with traces of supernatural power. Angor examined them carefully and determined that they had been dead for a long time, at least five hundred years. They were probably at the level of a top-level apprentice.
There were two ways to kill these skeletons. One was to be killed by other humans, and the other was to be killed by demons.
Angor's Pheromone Magnifier confirmed that the monster was still a Witch's Eye, and its aura was more complicated than the aura they found at the centaur statue.
This meant that the dead apprentice was beaten to death by a group of monsters. In other words, there was more than one Witch's Eye.
This proved that Angor's information was not groundless.
As for the "remnants" of the skeletons …
There were some space capsules that were not destroyed. There were some miscellaneous items inside, and it was hard to tell whether they were good or bad. Angor gave all of them to Kael.
After all, Kael was the real owner of the key, and the one who started the adventure.
As the leader of the team, Angor took away Kael's interest in studying history, so he had to find other ways to support the man. As long as there was nothing too dangerous or unknown, Angor would consider Kael as his first priority.
Several minutes later, they saw the second opening in the distance.
The second gap was even more exaggerated than the first. It directly cut off half the width of the road, and looking in from this side, it was still continuing to widen.
"Don't tell me it's only the size of an alley?" Dorcas mumbled.
"Not maybe, but definitely," Angor said. "The path we took before was the strange one."
That was a deliberate psychological pressure from the government. It could be said to be a show of strength. Now, it was gradually becoming normal.
Alleys were the norm in the underground maze after all. In the underground maze of the Nightmare Realm, most of the paths he took were narrow ones. Even the wall he found was not a wide one.
"Look at the statues in front. They seem to be alive," Dark Earl's voice came.
Everyone's heart skipped a beat. They followed Dark Earl's voice.
Just like before, there was a statue on each side of the opening. However, it was not a centaur. Instead, it was a pair of gargoyles.
The centaur statue was a real statue that warned people not to enter without permission.
The gargoyles, on the other hand, were half-statue and half-monster. Anyone who entered without permission would be attacked by the gargoyles.
However, the two gargoyles seemed to be badly damaged.
Thanks to Dark Earl's warning, the gargoyles were still alive. However, no matter how hard Angor tried to use his spirit feelers, he could not find anything wrong with them. There was no sign of them shedding their stone shells and turning into monsters either.
Angor approached the gargoyles curiously.
This time, he observed the Gargoyle in a more "in-depth" way, because he directly broke a finger of the Gargoyle.
Still, nothing happened.
At this moment, the stone slab containing the Dark Earl flew over and floated directly between the Gargoyle's eyebrows.
A moment later, Dark Earl said, "These two gargoyles are already dead."
"Dead?"
Black Earl said, "Although Gargoyles often sleep for dozens of years, ten thousand years is still too long. It's so long that even Gargoyles are in a state of sleep."
"Are they still alive then?" Vaay asked curiously.
The Black Earl said, "It's alive, but it's no different from being dead because it can't wake up. Even if you cut off its head, it will only die and not be awakened by external forces. After all, this is just an ordinary Little Demon Gargoyle … If it's a Dark Gold Gargoyle that has been sleeping for ten thousand years, it might be able to be awakened by continuous burning."
What Dark Earl said was yet another blind spot in everyone's knowledge. It might not be useful in real situations, but it did not stop them from remembering it.
Gargoyles, which were famous for their deep slumber, could also fall asleep completely. As long as they were given enough time …
"Since they're dead asleep, should I chop them off?" Dorcas's hand was already on the sword at his waist.
Angor looked at the two ferocious-looking but harmless gargoyles and sighed. "Let them sleep. It's not a bad way to die anyway."
Angor reached out a finger and poked between the gargoyle's eyebrows.
Everyone vaguely felt a bit of mana fluctuation.
The Dark Earl chuckled. "You're quite interesting. You actually continued to use the Dream Entering Technique on them. Are you worried that they won't sleep well enough? "
Angor shrugged. "Since they can't wake up, I'll give them one last sweet dream."
With that, he turned around and walked deeper into the tunnel.
Dorcas frowned. "Isn't that a bit strange?"
Vaay glared at him. "What do you know? That's Mister Super Dimensional's way of being romantic. Giving sleeping gargoyles a sweet dream? That sounds like a fairy tale. "
Dorcas was interrupted by Wail and forgot what he thought was strange. He retorted, "If you changed the name of the gargoyle to that of a beauty, I'd find it romantic. Giving a sweet dream to a gargoyle? How is that romantic? There's something wrong with your head. "
"If the famous Mister Crimson Blade thinks so highly of Mister Super Dimensional, why did you use Spirit Bond to talk to me? Just say it out loud, or should I tell Mister Super Dimensional for you? "
Dorcas quickly pulled Vaay back. "Only good friends talk like that. What do you know? Don't try to ruin my relationship with Angor. Just give up. You can't do anything. "
The two idiots' bickering didn't affect the group's progress at all.
After passing through the second slit, it didn't take long for them to arrive at the fourth slit.
This was probably the last tunnel because the path inside the fourth tunnel had turned back into an alley that could only accommodate three or four people walking side by side.
Also, the fourth tunnel was no longer sloping downward. Instead, it was now a flat path.
There were already gargoyles at the third tunnel.
Naturally, there were guards at the fourth entrance as well. However, the guards this time were completely different from the ones before.
At each end of this narrow opening, there was a wall candlestick, and the wall candlesticks were emitting a light blue flame.
Although it was called a flame, everyone could tell that it didn't exist in the material world. It was a mimicry.
It was a flame created by a non-material life form. As for what kind of non-material life form it was, all of the official Magi present had an idea in their hearts.
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