(Everyone doesn't seem to trust my integrity, I'm very sad. I've decided to write a new chapter to condemn everyone. Continue to recommend Blackie's "Calamity Descends"!!! I don't believe he can write a new chapter today.)
The traces of artificial carvings were immersed in the darkness. Rows of pillars extended in front and back at equal intervals. Looking up along the narrow radial embedded in the cliff, these pillars shortened one by one at the far end of the field of vision and overlapped together. The smooth wall seemed to be paved with obsidian, but it was covered with a lattice network used to transmit energy. It was no different from what Brando had seen under Valhalla, and it was no different from the material of the remains of Milos scattered in the glaciers on the ground.
In fact, such materials could be seen everywhere in the ruins of Wohnde, and the only thing players knew about them was that they came from the previous era.
It looked like a long corridor, and in a past era, it might have been called that. But now, only half of the corridor remained. No one knew what kind of disaster it had experienced, but it was cut in the middle, and on the other side was only a bottomless abyss. The corridor was embedded in the precipice, winding to the ground.
In the game, this was called the Cold Corridor.
A group of people was slowly passing through this half of the corridor that came from before the previous era, or even the era of chaos.
In this group, a blonde girl was holding the face of a chubby little man next to her and leading the group. It was Aloz and Shitah. Brando and Veronica followed closely behind, while the scholar girl followed closely behind the female commander. When the frost-covered road became dangerous, she no longer asked Brando some strange questions from time to time. In fact, everyone became more careful. A body's distance behind the three of them, Scarlet was carrying a bag taller than herself. She did not say a word, but her waist-length crimson ponytail occasionally swayed slightly with the girl's steps. Of course, there was no need for her to go through so much trouble. At Brendel's request, the Buga craftsmen had already cast an illusion spell on the Azure Lance. The Buga people's Law Enforcers of the Secret Realm had spent their entire lives studying illusions. They were known as the Guardians of the Silver Holy Wall and were the most outstanding illusionist in The Amber Sword other than the Thousand Faced Man. Their illusions generally required an existence two realms higher than them to see through the flaws.
The spellcaster this time was the leader of the Secret Realm's Law Enforcers, one of the leaders of the Silver Union's wizards, Roan. His strength was on par with William's, and other than the Sage of Eleranta, there was probably no one in this world who was two realms higher than him in the field of magic.
Brando was not worried that Eleranta would come to Erouine to expose his trick.
Behind them was the little prince. The future king of Erouine stumbled along the way, his nose bruised and his face swollen. If he was still in the palace, there would be servants to help him forward. Of course, that was if the strict sister was not around. At this moment, The Shire, Hipamira, and Metisha surrounded him, but did not lend a hand. In fact, the youngest wizard mentor in Erouine's history was snickering, and Metisha could not help but secretly purse her lips. They were only responsible for protecting the little prince from accidentally falling into the abyss. As for the rest, it was probably Brando's orders.
Behind them were Laurenna and her husband, the eldest prince of Cruze, and a large number of Cruz nobles, as well as a group of witches led by Babasha and the other two witch leaders. Walking at the end of the team was the Ash Sword Saint. As the most powerful existence in the team, Mephisto's main responsibility was to be responsible for covering the rear. No one could guarantee absolute safety in this abyss. Even Brando could not say that he knew the big dungeon in this game. Not to mention that he had never really gone deep into this kind of place, who knew if there would be any changes here in the 'real Wohnde' world?
After gradually getting used to this world, Brando could be sure that this world, also named Wohnde, was not the world in the game, nor was it a phantom or a dream. Although he once wondered if someone had played a malicious joke on him, or if this was a 'Truman's World', as time went by, he no longer held any illusions and began to call this world the 'real Wohnde'. The laws of operation of everything in this world were more in line with nature than in the game. Although there were some similarities and differences, it seemed more realistic.
Although a real game world was somewhat incredible.
After passing through the underground glacier, Shitah indeed brought them to the underground entrance of the Holy Cathedral of the Hibernator, which was actually not far from the place where Peya's brother slipped and fell. This made Brendel a little suspicious, always feeling that there was something in the dark leading them here. In particular, Arreck obviously did not take this shortcut under the glacier, so why Peya's brother was in this place was worth discussing.
It was a pity that the hunter siblings were still unconscious and there was no way to get to the bottom of it.
He had also heard about the underground entrance of the Holy Cathedral of the Hibernator. The part above the abyss was called White Gorge, and it was the only entrance outside the main entrance of the Holy Cathedral of the Hibernator. It was divided into two parts, underground and above ground. The above ground led to the Jiwei Glacier where the Frost Devourer was entrenched, and the underground led to this cold walkway.
Brando slowly moved forward with the team, and as he walked, he placed his hand on the ice-blue corridor pillars embedded in frost. There was one about every five to six meters, protruding from the wall like ribs. These pillars were cold to the touch, heavy and realistic, and slightly different from the simulated feeling in the game. Although Brando had never been here, he knew this material. When he touched it in the game, there would be a special touch, as if he could feel the tragic war and malice from the previous era. Not only in his hands, but even in his heart, there would be a chill. This was the atmosphere created by the game's special emotional system.
But here, there was no such feeling. These pillars were like ordinary stone products, and they felt heavy to the touch. "So this is the feeling." Brando had a strange feeling in his heart. Even if this was a dangerous trip for him, the feeling of being able to personally experience the world in the game was very interesting to him.
The female commander noticed his unusual behavior and asked in a low voice, "You've been here before?"
Brando was so shocked that his hand almost slipped, and he quickly replied, "Of course not."
"No? Then why do you look like you're revisiting an old place? "Veronica replied impatiently. This little guy was always vague, and it made her very dissatisfied.
"That's because I've seen the corridor here, these pillars and walls." Brando exhaled and replied.
"You've seen it before, where?"
"In the book." For this answer, Brando didn't need to think about the reason, as if it was a matter of course – on the forum, or in the book. "Today, when I saw this corridor, these pillars, they confirmed with what I've seen in the book. When I measured these pillars with my own hands, I understood that this was the case."
This reason was reasonable. Although the Holy Cathedral of the Hibernator was a forbidden area, it was not that no one had ever set foot in it in history. The Miirnas had once passed through this place, and the Buga Wizards and the Mist Elves had also followed the footsteps of the Miirnas to this place. About a dozen years later, the Black Flame Disciples occupied this Holy Cathedral, making this Holy Cathedral a famous dungeon in the future. Veronica had long heard about this Holy Cathedral, but she still looked at Brando with some suspicion. Did the Wizard of the Tower really have such a vast amount of information? This little guy always pushed all the reasons to the literature collected by the Wizard of the Tower. The Wizard of the Tower split from the Silver Bugas, and she didn't believe that they always migrated with the literature of the Bugas.
It was a pity that the Cruz Empire had no friendship with the Wizard of the Tower, otherwise she would have found a way to verify it. Now, she could only be skeptical of Brando's statement.
At this time, Shido, who was following behind the two, suddenly said, "Seeing the things in the book appear in front of my eyes, I understand that this is the case. After all, the written description is integrated with the subjective wishes of the author. Only when you see it with your own eyes can you understand it." Her eyes lit up. This last sentence was the reason why she left the academy to go to Erouine. "Like the Count, I have gained a lot today." The scholar lady seemed to have understood some profound truth and replied with some excitement.
Veronica sighed and felt that what Shido said seemed to have some sense. She took one last look at Brando and no longer continued to question.
Brando was relieved, but the shrewdness and keenness of this female army commander still made him feel a little ridiculous. However, he also realized that he should be more careful, so he withdrew his hand and stopped touching anything in the corridor. He looked up. The forum said that this cold corridor was about 30 minutes away, and now they were almost half the distance. The second half of the corridor went from the underground to the interior of the Holy Cathedral of the Hibernator. Brando pursed his lips. The second two-thirds of the corridor was the range of activity of the Twilight Twins, Meyr and Mayne. He had been waiting for the two black wolves to appear for a while.
Meyr and Mayne were the last generation of the Twilight Wolves. They were born from Échis' seventh daughter, Jin Hai. Jin Hai was the ruler of the Moon of Eternal Darkness, so the power of the twins was mostly related to shadow and darkness. Meyr and Mayne looked very similar in appearance. To outsiders, they looked like giant black wolves with long horns on their foreheads. However, Mayne lost his left eye in the battle with the Dragon of Disaster, so he only had one eye left. There was also a long scar in his left eye socket that could be used to distinguish him from his brother.
These two wolves were optional bosses in The Amber Sword because they were imprisoned in the secret passage under the Holy Cathedral that led to the surface. It was the cold corridor where Brando was now. If you chose to enter the Holy Cathedral from the main entrance, you would not encounter them. As optional bosses to guard the secret passage, Meyr and Mayne were definitely one of the strongest bosses in the first four acts of the game. If it was in the game, Brando would most likely want to avoid them, but now, he was very much looking forward to the appearance of these two beasts immediately.
There was no other reason. When the team had existences like Meyr, Veronica, and the little female dragon, Meyr and Mayne, who were very troublesome to the players, were now a moving treasure trove for him. His nominal teacher, Greysword Saint-mephistopheles, had already stepped into the Extreme Plains. He was even one step further than he was in the game. Brando had no doubt that he alone could easily deal with the Twilight Twins.
The Twilight Twins' drop list was second only to the final boss of this dungeon.
The only problem was that these two stupid wolves did not necessarily appear. Brando could only pray that he was lucky enough.
For now, it was still quiet all around. Only the creaking of everyone's footsteps on the ice and snow could be heard. He pursed his lips and looked around. Hipamira and Laurenna behind her held torches in their hands. Except for the flickering light of the torches that could illuminate a small area, the end of their vision was pitch black. And it was at this time that he saw Aloz pulling Shitah's ear to stop.
The little female dragon stopped because she found a door in front of her.
She narrowed her golden eyes and looked at the stone door. To be exact, it was not a complete door, because like the cold corridor, this stone door only had half of it left. The other half of it may have been broken along with the corridor in the past and fallen into the abyss below in a disaster. The rest of it was also shattered, leaving the broken part stuck in the corridor. The little female dragon turned her head and looked at Shitah. "What's behind this, and why is there a door here?"
"How would I know?" The little fat dragon muttered in dissatisfaction. "I've never been inside this temple. My task is only to lead you to the entrance under the glacier."
"That's what you promised him, I don't care. You have to find that Awakening God who's pretending to be a ghost. Also, you have to find the Heart of the Dragon that you lost." Aloz ordered unreasonably.
"Wait, Sister Aloz, that's not the Heart of the Dragon!"
"What does the Heart of the Dragon have to do with me? I mean you have to get that fun toy back for me!" The little female dragon bared her teeth and glared at Shitah. The latter shuddered and immediately shrunk his neck and did not answer.
Brando heard the conversation between the two and automatically ignored the latter part. However, Aloz seemed to be very interested in the Awakening God, which made him a little suspicious. Was it because of her own interest, or was it because of other reasons? Aloz was a young dragon and was very undisciplined in her actions. However, the dragons had always shouldered special responsibilities in the game as the Golden Race. At least they had fought against the Dusk. Not only the Golden Race, as far as Brando knew, the Bugas had also built many monitoring stations to monitor the borders of Order and the Black Forest. According to Metisha, the Silver Elves were not completely indifferent to worldly affairs, otherwise they would not have returned to Wohnde because of the arrival of the Great Demonic Wave.
It seemed that except for the Black Dwarves, the ancestors all acted for their own purposes.
Thinking of this, Brando could not help but look at Aloz again.
Aloz was in front instructing Shitah to push the stone door. Although the stone door was heavy, it was nothing to the dragons. The broken stone door retreated under Shitah's round claws, revealing half of the hall behind. Or rather, it was more like a square, because most of the ceiling had collapsed, and although only half of the hall was left, it was still ridiculously large. There was a square with a fountain outside Erouine's Golden Silk Palace, but compared to the remaining half of the hall, it paled in comparison. Brando and the others stood outside the door of the hall and could barely see the other side of the hall. Brando saw this and suddenly realized where they were. At this time, a shadow flashed behind the door, and Shitah suddenly screamed as if he was hit by something head-on. He turned into a ball and rolled back until he hit a pillar.
"Who is it!"
The little female dragon's shocked and angry voice came from the front. Although she often bared her fangs and brandished her claws at Shitah, that was an internal dispute of the dragons. Dragons were proud creatures, and not just anyone could bully them at will. Especially this thing that actually sent Shitah flying in front of her, it was simply unbearable. However, the black shadow jumped back and stopped. Only then did the people behind clearly see that it wasn't a 'person', but a wolf.
"A male wolf?" Veronica could not help but blurt out.
It was indeed a bit like the male wolf that Brando had seen in Valhalla. Its physique was like a hill, almost occupying half of the hall. Its soft long hair drooped behind its neck like a black brocade, but the only difference between it and the black wolf was that it had a long horn on its forehead. The horn was dense with black smoke, and one could tell at a glance that it was not an ordinary thing.
"This is not a male wolf, this is a Dusk Wolf!" Brando was pleasantly surprised. The Bosses in The Amber Sword were more intelligent, and he was really worried that these two beasts would not be fooled and appear. But stupid wolves were stupid wolves, and since Meyr appeared, then the one-eyed Mayne must not be too far away. And at the same time, he also knew where this place was.
The Hall of Traps.
When the little female dragon saw the beast in front of her, she immediately roared and pounced. She could feel that the strength of this Twilight Great Wolf was about the same as her own, but she was a dragon, one of the races that were best at fighting among the Golden Races. In Aloz's mind, no matter how powerful this stupid wolf was, it could not be stronger than her, and she needed to – whether it was to protect her unquestionable authority in front of Shitah, or the pride of the dragons, she needed to be the first to rush up and teach this uninvited guest a lesson.
But she did not expect that just as she was about to pounce, Brando behind her realized that things were not going well. He wanted to warn her, but unfortunately, the little female dragon moved too quickly. As soon as the latter moved, layers of green lightning appeared on the ceiling and floor of the hall. These lightning bolts seemed to have a life of their own. As soon as they appeared, they went straight for Aloz. The dragon race had a passive talent, Resistant Scales. Dragon scales were extremely resistant to both magic and physical attacks. One or two lightning bolts would have no effect on Aloz at all. But at this moment, there were thousands of lightning bolts, almost like a stormy sea, directly drowning the little female dragon, leaving only a scream.
"Ah –"
Brando could not help but cover his face.
Why else did she think this place was called the Hall of Traps?
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