Whether it was Wohnde or our world, there were more or less unnoticed corners on the battlefield since ancient times. It was like a blind spot forgotten by the eyes of the gods. No matter how fierce the battle there was, or what strange things happened, it was like a vacuum in the thinking range of the commanders on both sides of the war, and no one would take a second look at it. At the Hafemeli Fortress at the east gate of Ampere Seale, this fortress was built around 1400 years of the Age of Chaos. It was an elf-style fortress, but since its birth, it seemed to have been blessed or cursed. Every war left it far behind. When Erik faced the barbarians, the Lord of the Sharminmin, 'Razor' Sihad, let go of the open east four times and took a long detour to attack the south gate of Ampere Seale. Later, when fighting against Madara's first invasion in the tide of darkness, the Skeleton Lord once again let go of this ancient fortress. As a result, today, the princess's party and the northern nobles seemed to have made an agreement that nothing would happen to Hafemeli Fortress. After the demon invasion, the city was boiling, but the northeast corner was still dead silent. For a fortress built to deal with war, it was hard to say whether this was a good thing or a bad thing.
But after seven hundred years of wind and rain, this fortress that had almost never experienced the flames of war was still a little old. Moss had also grown on the battlements, and the walls had become a kind of dark green that had a heavy sense of history in the wind and rain. The only difference between this fortress and other fortresses was that there was no trace of damage on the 300-meter-long section of the fortress, and there was no appearance of new and old parts being repaired. At this moment, there were no human soldiers in the fortress. Instead, there were hordes of Harpies clamoring on the battlements or hovering in the heavy rain. However, the Coast Guards withdrew on their own, and Hafemeli Fortress was lucky enough to miss the opportunity to fight.
The harpies watched from the sky as a large pit with a diameter of hundreds of meters gradually formed below. Hundreds of cavemen were digging in this muddy pit rather than a construction site. Of course, you could say that they were struggling. Doing anything in this stormy weather was not a wise thing to do, and two of the worst were digging a pit and fighting a war. Although the Troglodytes had built many shelves to stabilize the walls under the command of the Sorcerers of Jorgendy Ridge, collapses still occurred from time to time. Fortunately, the lives of the cavemen were insignificant. Lord Stark didn't care if one, a hundred, or a thousand cavemen died. It made no difference to him. The only difference was how much gold he had to spend. The cavemen were extremely fertile underground in Jorgendy Ridge, and they could often exchange a small piece of land for an entire army. As long as he dug out that item within the time limit, he would be able to reap the rewards no matter how many losses he suffered.
From time to time, there was a throbbing feeling coming from underground. Ordinary people often thought that it was a premonition before a bad omen, but wizards who were proficient in magic could tell that it was the ripples of dark magic flowing underground and eroding the lines of the world of Order. Of course, for ordinary people, this was not a good thing, but for Stark, it was like a box of gold exuding a mellow smell like fine wine underground. No, not a box, but a hundred boxes. According to the words of the demons from under the Sulfur River, a hundred boxes of gold could not compare to the value of that thing. It was an existence that could not be measured by the foolish values of the mortal world. However, the demons abandoned the shortsightedness of mortals, and Stark also despised the values of demons.
A treasure that could not be measured by gold? Wouldn't that be worthless? He shook his huge bull head and snorted at this. He, Stark, looked down on worthless things.
But this time, he should have found the right place. Stark could smell the 'stench' of the dark magic with his nose, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. The cavemen under his command had given him a lot of trouble. In fact, until now, there had been continuous collapses under the pit. The Subterrane Dwellers had no choice but to transport more Subterrane Dwellers' corpses to prevent them from becoming part of the new landfill, just like what was happening now. Not long after, there was another commotion from below. What's wrong? Another collapse? Can't they just do their job properly? The Tauren Lord Stark didn't take into account the fact that it never rained in Jorgendy Ridge. He was only determined that if the cavemen gave him any more trouble, he would teach them a lesson. He would throw them into his favorite maze, the maze that Stark was most proud of. Even the smart and beautiful Medusa Lysemeka couldn't find the exit.
But after coming out that time, Lysemeka immediately turned him into stone for two hours. She actually said that he was cheating and didn't build a door for the maze. But this was also a cunning strategy of the Taurens, wasn't it? Stark was deeply distressed that he couldn't win the favor of the beautiful lady. Why didn't anyone appreciate his wit? When he thought of Lysemeka, he couldn't help but think of that cold and beautiful face, so vivid that it seemed real. But Stark immediately realized that it was real, because he saw the beautiful Medusa coming out of the rain.
"So, what happened again? I heard the chaos below when I was up there." Lysemeka asked a little unhappily, "Did you grow such a big head to balance your body, Stark?"
Hearing Lysemeka's words, the Tauren Lord Stark showed a simple and honest smile. This expression, which could basically be described as a smirk, completely destroyed his fierce expression. Can you imagine a cow smirking like that? This was the face that Lady Medusa saw. She frowned. She could probably guess that this big fool wouldn't say anything even if she asked, so she simply pushed him aside with her hand and looked at the bottom of the pit herself. She immediately saw what seemed to be happening at the bottom of the pit. She saw a large group of cavemen screaming and scrambling up the slope at the bottom of the pit like rats in a pot. It felt like there was a cat at the bottom of the pot in addition to the rats.
"What are you doing!" Lysemeka was almost mad with anger. If she didn't still have a trace of reason left, she would have turned back and glared fiercely at that bastard Stark, turning him into a stone statue forever. That stone statue must be as mighty as the legendary Tauren Lord Minotaurs, and no one would know how stupid this guy was from then on. That was the most important thing.
But unfortunately, the cavemen couldn't answer her.
… …
"What are you doing!"
When we heard this shrill cry that was not one bit inferior to a Siren's piercing scream piercing through the curtain of rain, our merchant lady turned into a black cat with the help of the white mist. A cloud of dense black smoke rose up, and a kitten with shiny black fur and golden pupils walked out of the smoke with small cat-like steps. She seemed to be very curious about this form, but for a witch, turning into a magic animal was actually a professional spell. The white mist didn't tell her — she would soon get used to it all.
The white mist watched the Roman curiously licking his left paw, then looking at his right paw, stretching out his paw to scratch his ear, and then wagging his tail. She couldn't stand it anymore, so she turned into a circle of white mist and surrounded her. Her left paw turned into a white butterfly knot and tied it behind the merchant lady's neck. "Let's go, it seems to be very chaotic down there. Now is a good time," the white mist said in her usual feeble tone.
The Roman then walked out of the grass and quietly came to the edge of the pit.
The bottom of the pit was a mess, and it was unknown whether there had been a larger collapse or something, but the cavemen were screaming and fleeing upward. There was no brotherhood between these creatures from the underground of Jorgendy Ridge. They fought each other just to be one step ahead — if possible, they could leave their companions behind. In her fury, Lysemeka turned several cavemen who rushed up to the pit into stone, but she didn't get any answers. At this time, naturally, no one paid attention to the movement at the edge of the pit, or rather, no one saw a cat at the edge of the pit. Of course, in fact, only Stark and Lysemeka had eyes that could see.
The Roman stepped lightly on the scaffolding and jumped all the way to the bottom of the pit, like a real kitten. The white mist sighed and felt that the merchant lady might as well have been a cat. But she suddenly felt that compared to the Roman's curiosity, perhaps a cat with nine lives was her true home. If there was reincarnation in the world of Wohnde, the white mist might think that the Roman had reincarnated in the wrong body. But while she was distracted, the merchant lady had already dodged left and right, avoiding several groups of cavemen. She dexterously landed on a reinforced board and stared at the bottom of the pit with her golden eyes wide open. "White Mist, White Mist, look, what is that!"
White Mist "looked" down and immediately saw a dozen strange creatures chasing the cavemen in front of them. The reason why she said they were strange creatures was that they looked a little like spiders, but in her extensive knowledge, there was absolutely no spider wrapped in sharp crystals. If she hadn't seen the exposed limbs, she would have thought that it was a few huge crystals chasing and hunting below. "Ah, it's a crystal cluster!" she cried out.
"A crystal cluster, what is that?" the Roman asked curiously.
At this time, a few crystal clusters were close to the surface. They were very fierce and bloodthirsty. Many Subterrane Dwellers died under their claws and fangs. But what was creepy was that they didn't kill the Subterrane Dwellers for the sake of hunting. They simply killed the Subterrane Dwellers and tossed their corpses aside as if they had undergone professional training or had experienced it thousands of times.
On the ground, Medusa Lysemeka finally noticed these uninvited guests. "Are they guards?" She muttered and threw away the lucky caveman in her hand, throwing it into the pit.
She took a short bow from her waist and aimed at the crystal clusters. One arrow at a time, she shot the first two back. The few Crystal Clusters displayed a very powerful combat strength, which was about the level of beginner Gold. The cavemen were no match for them at all. Lysemeka tested them and realized that she had encountered a difficult opponent.
"A crystal cluster is a crystal cluster. Let's go down and take a look." At the bottom of the pit, White Mist was answering the Roman's doubts in her unique way.
"Will they kill the Roman?" the Roman asked a little nervously.
"No, I'm here." White Mist replied simply.
The merchant lady nodded and jumped down, landing steadily on the other side of the pit. Only then did the two realize how deep the bottom of the pit was. The bottom of the pit had been dug through, and artificial traces began to appear below. It should be a ruin, with many holes leading to the dark underground.
The two casually found an entrance and went in. At this moment, there were no cavemen in the ruins, and no new crystal clusters appeared. Other than the sound of rain and water, it seemed a little lonely. In fact, after entering the depths of the ruins, the sound of rain gradually faded, and the outline of a huge existence gradually emerged in the darkness.
"Ah!" Bai Wu let out another cry of surprise.
"What's wrong?"
The Roman hurriedly jumped forward and looked up curiously. She saw the huge outline gradually become clearer in her field of vision, and then outlined the shape of a head. To be exact, it should be part of a huge stone statue. Or according to the Roman's understanding, it was a little like the marble statues used to decorate Castle Abies after being magnified a thousand times.
However, the stone statue's facial lines were very strong, and it did not look like a modern human. It was more like a sculpture made for a race other than humans. However, the Roman looked at it and saw that it had neither a beard nor pointed ears. It's not a dwarf, nor an elf. She commented with some insight.
"What is this, White Mist?"
"… The Titan Colossus. I didn't expect it to be here … I didn't expect it to be here …" White Mist muttered to herself. If she could widen her eyes, the listless woman would definitely widen her eyes to the maximum at this moment.
…
Brando listened attentively, and the rustling sound in the darkness was getting closer and closer. But it was definitely not the sound made by the Broodmother. It would not make such a loud noise. Although the Broodmother was a huge creature, its movements were very light, and it was a lurking hunter.
Thinking back to the experience of the exploration, Brando still remembered it clearly.
Everyone stopped. The Knight all put their hands on their swords, but they did not draw their swords. This was also a skill they learned from Brando. Sometimes, drawing the sword first did not give them the upper hand, but instead exposed their position to the opponent, especially when facing an unknown enemy.
Brando was very satisfied with the others' actions. He was the first to see the uninvited guests that suddenly appeared.
The first thing that appeared in the darkness was a floating glimmer, as if it was refracting the dim light of the illuminating crystal in his hand. Then he saw what it was – a creature made of crystal, and from the shape, it should be a spider.
But they were no longer spiders.
"Crystal Cluster?" Brando was slightly startled. How could there be such a thing here? This instance should not have such a monster, not to mention that there was a reason for any kind of monster to appear in a certain place. Just like the group of Wind Elementals under the Mar Highlands, they would never drop by for no reason.
Crystal Cluster monsters were very special. Brando had only seen them in a few places, and each time there were not many of them.
Many thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant. But his reaction was very fast. He lowered his center of gravity, and the Halran Gaia was already in his hand.
"Prepare for battle!" Her Royal Highness shouted in a low voice behind him. The Knight drew their swords in unison.
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