Even though he was curious as to why the Subterrane Dwellers would appear in these underground ruins, he calmly buried his curiosity. He silently glanced at the direction where the Subterrane Dwellers had left. It was inevitable that he would maliciously speculate whether or not they would be torn to pieces by the enraged Mother of Spiders. But that was all he could do. Then, he calmed himself down and turned around to signal the others to continue moving forward.
Considering the possibility of encountering more enemies, no one spoke again, and instead lowered the sound of footsteps. The rustling sound passed through the dark underground, and the surroundings returned to a quiet peace. But that was just a facade. Everyone knew that there was danger lurking under the surface. Although the knights were not familiar with the creatures that came from the dark underground, they had at least heard that they had extraordinary hearing.
No one wanted to cause trouble at this time.
The cracks in the rock walls began to narrow, but gradually, sections of artificial tunnels appeared. Ancient ruins appeared frequently during this part of the journey, giving the impression that these ruins were mixed among the natural rock walls. Earthquakes would often cause such a phenomenon, but in the world of magic, powerful magic could also cause the same phenomenon. [I don't need to guess all of this myself, because the players have already discussed it before.] Brendel carefully observed the surroundings that were quietly soaked in darkness. He did not need to guess all of this because the players in the past had already discussed this.
In fact, there were players who were obsessed with exploring the history and background of the game, and they tirelessly unearthed the other side of the game's cold rules, looking for the details of the game's planners.
They did have a lot of achievements, and "The Amber Sword" was undoubtedly an excellent game. It had countless history and details, and was so complex that it was hard to believe it was really a game. Those histories strictly followed the laws of history, and suddenly reached a perfect self-consistency. Players rarely found loopholes, and it was just like a real world.
Brando himself had read a lot of such literature, but he was not the so-called story fan, nor was he a fan of the background. He simply felt that some of the missions in the game involved the ancient times and the background, and the more he knew, the better he could achieve his goals in the game.
He felt that he was a middle-of-the-road player, but it seemed that because of this, he had never been a top player. Even though he had invested far more time than the others.
However, ever since he had transmigrated to this world, his experience and knowledge, whether it was in the game or in the background, had given him an amazing advantage. He led the team through the broken tunnel for more than ten minutes, and then Babasha stopped at a place.
Before that, Brando felt that they had entered a small hall, which was completely made of green granite. This feature was very obvious in the game, and it was because of this that he found the name of this place in his hazy memory — Lotholme's Temple of Meditation.
The reason why it was said to be vague was because in the game, this place did not occupy a very conspicuous position in this dungeon. This place was supposed to be a side hall in the underground ruins, a place for its residents to meditate and pray. In fact, there was a fountain on one side of the granite hall. There was a statue of God on the fountain, but unfortunately, it had long collapsed, so it was impossible to tell which God it was.
Brando subconsciously looked in that direction, and sure enough, he saw the fountain in his memory, but the spring water had dried up, leaving only stair-like troughs. This was supposed to be a temporary resting place for players in The Amber Sword, because in the game, large dungeons like this were generally not large in scale, and players may have to stay in the dungeon for a few days or even longer, so the designers had to design some places for them to go offline and rest.
The underground ruins of Ampere Seale were divided into two parts, the upper level was the ancient temple, and the lower level was the lair of the Mother of Spiders. The size of this dungeon was not the largest that Brando had ever seen, so it only had two resting places, one in the north, in the direction of the Shelek Mountains, and the other was this.
Because of this, Brando could barely remember the name of this resting place. If it were the large, super-large ruins in the later stages of the game, there would be hundreds of resting places in a dungeon, and it would be strange if he could remember the name of such an ordinary resting place.
However, this temple had long been studied by the pioneers, and every inch of its ground had been imprinted with the footprints of players. Witches, Black Tower Mages, Astrologists, and even Dwarven Rune Mages, all professions related to the background had been repeatedly tested here, and there could be no more secrets here.
So Brando couldn't help but look at the old witch Babasha curiously, wanting to see what tricks she could come up with. A secret that the players in the Land of Order had yet to discover. Just this title alone would be an explosive piece of news in his previous world.
Then he saw Babasha walking towards the fountain, and couldn't help but frown. As the only conspicuous and iconic decoration of this Sanctum of Meditation, it naturally received the most attention from the players. The players even tore down the fountain and broke through the wall behind it, but to no avail.
"Is there something here?" Out of curiosity, he couldn't help but ask. "But there shouldn't be any traps here, just an ordinary wall."
"My lord has a keen eye." If he didn't know the meaning of Babasha's words, Brando would probably think it was a disgusting flattery. However, many of the Lantonilan Knight's faces inevitably showed a displeased look, and Her Royal Highness also frowned, but more than half of her frown was out of doubt.
As Babasha said so, she had already walked to the fountain. She explained respectfully, "My Lord, you're right. There are indeed no traps behind the wall here, and there are no secret passages behind it. But for us witches, the pool itself is a record of something? "
"Oh?"
"My lord must be very clear that before the statue on the pool was damaged, it was the holy statue of the Darkness Dragon Odin. This place has a lot to do with us witches, but not every branch of witches has the ability to unravel the secrets of this place, "Babasha replied mysteriously.
Brendel furrowed his brows when he heard her mention the Dragon of Darkness. However, there was a discussion on the forum, and one of the possibilities mentioned that this statue may have come from before the War of the Holy Saints. Although there wasn't much history before that, the Darkness Dragon once ruled the land, so it wasn't surprising that there was a statue of him here.
He nodded and heard Babasha mention that 'not every witch has the ability to unlock the secrets here.' He subconsciously turned his gaze to the listless Sugar Pot. Since the little witch cast the spell, she had always looked weak, as if she didn't even have the strength to move a finger. It was said that she would continue to look like this for a while, and she could only cast a spirit contract spell like the one just now once a day. However, the reason why Brando looked at her was because he had always been suspicious.
He suspected that Sugar Pot was the purest descendant of the Witches of Life and Death.
As everyone knew, each of the twelve witches had only one descendant with the purest bloodline. For example, the inheritance of the Witch Queen was now with the Roman people, and he had once suspected that the Roman aunt, Aunt Jenny, was the inheritor of the Eternal Witches.
Babasha saw his eyes, and her admiration for him grew even more. "As expected of the Darkness Dragon," Brando heard such a voice in his heart, and the old witch smiled with satisfaction. "Indeed, we need Sugar Pot's help here."
Brando thought to himself, as expected, but asked again, "Is she okay?"
"What are you talking about?" Princess Gryphine couldn't help but ask when she heard them talking in riddles again. Her tone was slightly dissatisfied. There was no doubt that Her Royal Highness didn't like the feeling of Brando putting her aside. She told herself in her heart that she should be the eldest princess of Erouine and should have more power to take the initiative.
But in fact, the half-elf girl found it hard to admit that she just didn't want Brando to treat her as an outsider. She could faintly feel that Brando was different from the other nobles. The people gathered around him had formed a force that was completely different from the ancient nobles of the kingdom. This force was slightly similar to the students of the Royal Knight Academy that she had trained, but not exactly the same.
The youths of the Royal Cavalry Academy had inherited her confusion. Together with her, they seemed to only be able to take one step at a time in an invisible net. She could feel that kind of despair. But she saw people like Carglise and Amandina who were full of confidence in the future, as if they already had a definite goal.
In any case, this was enough for the princess to realize the difference between the forces around Brando and the traditional nobles. It seemed to be something she had always been looking forward to. Because of all this, she had begun to reject the original power structure of the kingdom. Nobles like Makarov, Fleetwood, and Duke Arreck hoped to join Brando's side, even if it was not as a princess.
She had such an impulse, but Gryphine would never admit it. She even had a kind of contradiction, a contradiction that made her feel ashamed to speak out.
So the princess kept a cold face and locked the secret in her heart, not revealing a single word. She looked at Brando and Babasha with her silver eyes, as if she wanted an explanation.
Brando's heart moved slightly, and he looked at the old witch. Babasha didn't care and smiled dryly: "It's actually very simple, Your Highness. This pool is actually a teleportation circle."
"A teleportation circle, that's impossible!" Brando immediately replied. He had ten thousand reasons to believe that this was nonsense. The reason was that the players had already explored this point, but to no avail. He had a kind of blind trust in the information that was ahead of this world. Those guys would never make such a naive mistake.
"My lord is right, this can't be a teleportation circle. But in fact, it did leave some kind of message that can allow us to have a teleportation circle immediately. "Babasha was not in a hurry, and instead replied with some appreciation.
Brando was slightly startled, and then his eyes lit up. "You mean, this fountain is actually a blueprint for a teleportation circle?" He immediately asked.
"Exactly."
"This teleportation circle doesn't need the witches to draw it in a special way, does it? Wait, that's not enough, blood refinement, I get it! " Brando suddenly reacted and suddenly realized, "Only the blood of a sugar jar can draw this teleportation circle, right?"
"It's exactly as you expected." Babasha looked utterly convinced. But Brando was too lazy to care about her. He shouted in his heart, "F * ck!" These bastards are amazing. The designers of The Amber Sword were a bunch of scumbags. He didn't know whether to cry or laugh. This was obviously a series of quests. To open the third part of the ruins under Ampere Seale, it was obvious that the reputation of the witches was needed.
But the problem was that there were Cruz people, Wind Elves, and Erouine people in the game, but there were no Miirnas. Even Madara, who was originally a follower of the Dark Dragon, was at odds with the witches. The only place where the witches had the best reputation was probably under Jorgendy Ridge, but unfortunately, there were no player forces down there.
In other words, to open the reputation of the witches, one had to take the risk of going against the "government." Although it was a little better than joining a cult like All for One, it was basically the kind of thing that wasn't liked.
It wasn't that no players had chosen such a path, but the question was, how many had really succeeded? How many had succeeded and happened to meet the Life and Death Witches?
Among them, those who had entered the dungeon under Ampere Seale were even rarer. This was originally an early dungeon in Erouine. Later, it wasn't occupied by Madara. Although Madara used to be on the same side as the witches, they later became mortal enemies because of the Dark Dragon.
There were almost no well-known witches in Madara, which could explain a lot of problems.
Because of this, no one in the game in his previous life discovered the secret here. Everything seemed to be natural, but Brando felt that the designers were a bunch of perverts. The purpose of the game design was to let players solve puzzles, but in his view, the puzzle in this ancient ruin was obviously unsolvable.
If he hadn't crossed over.
But now, there was finally an answer to this unsolvable problem. Drawing a teleportation circle didn't require too much blood, and it didn't need to kill Sugar Pot as a blood sacrifice. If a kingdom needed to be saved by killing a little girl, Brando would rather take another path, even if it was bound to fail.
And he believed that Her Royal Highness would support him.
In fact, Her Royal Highness's eyes meant the same thing. However, she was more curious about whether such a teleportation circle could be used elsewhere. This statement aroused Brando's great interest. Indeed, a teleportation circle that could be drawn and effective temporarily, even if it could only teleport a dozen people, was more practical than the so-called Door of Flame of the Holy Cathedral of Fire.
After all, it was cheaper and easier to build. The Door of Flame seemed to be built by the Holy Cathedral of Fire in minutes, but it was the result of the joint efforts of more than twenty Elemental Rankers, not to mention the astronomical amount of money spent.
If it weren't for the Holy War, Brando reckoned that the Holy Cathedral wouldn't be willing to invest in the Door of Flame for a mere civil war in Erouine.
There was nothing to be embarrassed about. No matter how important the geographical location in Erouine was, it was insignificant in the eyes of the whole. The only difference was how much it would cost to appease its nobles, that was all.
But what made the two of them feel pity was that Babasha said that this teleportation circle was a directional teleportation circle with fixed coordinates. In the past, its designer may have had the ability to design similar teleportation circles to other places, but that didn't mean that they could do it too.
The technology of the inhabitants of the ruins had long been lost in the dust of history, and what the witches inherited was just a drop in the ocean.
Such a result could be said to be expected, and Brando wasn't too regretful. He comforted the princess, but silently memorized the teleportation circle in his heart. This thing was also a magic circle, and it was also an alchemy work. Maybe in the future, the alchemy masters under him could improve it?
Don't forget that he had Tamar, the most famous alchemy master in all of Wohnde in the future, and according to Tamar, Amandina's talent was no less inferior to or even surpassed his – although it was in the design and manufacture of arcanotech devices. But with the existence of these two powerful parties, Brando felt that anything was possible.
He silently memorized the magic circle, and on the other side, Babasha had already drawn a huge magic circle on the ground with the sugar jar. Although the magic circle needed the sugar jar's blood, it wasn't all drawn with blood. Otherwise, it was estimated that the little witch wouldn't be able to draw it even if she drained all the blood in her body.
The witches didn't allow outsiders to watch their process of making the magic circle, although Brando was an exception. But Brando had already faintly sensed the princess' thoughts, so he didn't bother to look at the map drawn by a few old women. Anyway, he knew what was going on. In terms of alchemy, he may not be as good as Babasha, but in terms of blood refining, there was probably no one present who could surpass him, a player.
After all, Tamar's blood refining was taught by him.
As soon as the magic circle was completed, everyone stood in it. Then the witches stood in the predetermined position and began to chant. What they sang was almost the same as before in the forest. It seemed that it should be a specific ancient rune here, like the password to open the door, which was also part of the witches' inheritance.
As soon as the chanting began, Brando felt the surrounding scenery blurring. He felt Her Royal Highness gently grab his sleeve, but immediately let go. There was a flash in front of him, and then he was in a completely unfamiliar place.
He raised his head.
At that moment, he held his breath.
He suddenly realized that he had forgotten a very important thing. That was, before going here, he didn't ask, "Babasha, have you been here before?"
This dry sentence was almost squeezed out from Brando's teeth.
Everyone, including the witches, looked up, dumbfounded.
They all stared at the hall with their eyes wide open. "No … Sir Lord." Babasha swallowed a mouthful of saliva. This was probably the only time she showed an expression other than that dry smile since entering the underground ruins.
It was a huge hall.
In the center of the hall, above the dome.
A spear that radiated lightning in all directions was suspended in mid-air. The blade of the spear was painted with a pattern of stars falling to the ground, and the curved text on the spear was the language of the Miirnas. On it was written the most famous motto in Cruz's epic from ancient times to the present:
"The spear pierces the sky, and the stars fall to the ground —"
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