"Strong warriors from any area can come here. You just need to pass through the gravity of the storm and go down the twisted dimension to reach the bottom of the storm. This is the Desperate Inn. It's called the Desperate Inn because it's dangerous here. "
"Why do you say that?" Angele smiled and threw a mid-level magic stone to the man. "I'll have one too. Thanks."
The tunnel was blocked and there was a dried pond. The black mermaid girl was holding a silver bottle, but there was no water coming out of the bottle.
Among these creatures, only two were humans. The others included a two-headed black rhinoceros, a giant silver eagle covered in blood-red armor, a lobster-headed humanoid creature, and a ferocious six-armed monster that looked like a demon.
* BZZZ *
"Back then, when those deformed old men were still here, the environment here wasn't so bad. The area of the abyss storm wasn't this big, but … "The man with the beard drank some wine and shook his head. "I've lived here for more than 1000 years and I don't care about anything. Femora, if Gerin was still here, he might be able to stop the changes."
"You know them?" The man with the red beard looked at Angele, it was a bit strange. "But the people who found this place are not weak. It's not a big deal if you know one or two of them. That's right, those old men like to peep at people … "The man's face twitched, it seemed like he did not want to think about the past. "They're also the guardians of this realm. It's not a secret here. "
All the creatures had one thing in common, they were strong.
"This is one of the strongest places in this realm." The man with the beard chuckled. "It's easy, unlike that young man who was killed by Femora with one finger. He's so weak that he should just die in the hands of his own people. "
"Huh? There were actually two newcomers in ten years? That's rare. " A bald man with a red beard behind the counter was yelling. "Outsider, are you here to hunt or to train?" The man with the beard drank some wine from a yellow wooden cup.
"More than 1000 years …" Angele's eyelids twitched, he realized that this place was not a normal one. The deformed old man that the bearded man mentioned suddenly gave him a bad feeling.
The wall was more than five meters high and extended to both sides, all the way into the gray sandstorm. There was only a low rumbling sound in the sky, like the sound of boulders rolling. It was the sound of the tornado on the other side of the black wall.
"Dang dang dang … You guessed it!" Femora laughed softly. "This place is actually the Forgotten Land. Perhaps you are the strongest expert of this era, perhaps you are an exile from another world, or perhaps you are a true criminal of this world. There are no rules here. You just need to be strong! "He flicked Angele's finger.
With a bang, the handsome man who had been playing the zither sat down on the right side. His heavy arm armor smashed onto the counter with a bang, but it didn't even make a dent.
Angele was a bit surprised. He realized that it took him a long time to land on the ground. He carefully looked at the two people in front of him. "This place … Could it be that this is the bottom of the storm?"
Angele's power level was close to rank 5 in his human form, but he sensed danger from Femora. It seemed like Femora's power level was close to rank 5.
Angele's body trembled when Femora's red and blue eyes stared at him. He sensed danger from the man.
"Monk?" The name flashed in Angele's mind.
Femora scratched the harp with his finger. "Do you really know where this place is?" He looked at Angele with a strange smile on his face. "You can't enter this place by normal means. The only way to enter the black tunnel is through the dimensional gate and you'll reach the gate of the abyss if you follow the black path. If you're not a rank 5 wizard, you can only pass through the edge of the abyss storm. You can't even handle the gravitational force from the wind. "
A clear male voice could be heard from behind the door, intermittent. It was a language that Angele could not understand.
"Big Beardy, is the old man who can transform into all kinds of animals and likes to peep at them?" He interrupted.
There were four symmetrical windows on the wall and there were dim lights flashing inside.
Angele glanced around. The sandstorm was not as strong as before, and he could see the two sides clearly.
Angele landed in front of the gate. There was a purple eagle statue on each side of the gate. The eagle statue was about two meters tall and its surface was covered with tiny holes.
The ratio of Sorcerers in the central continent was frighteningly high. Naturally, there were some shocking top-notch powerhouses among them. Most of these powerhouses were actually exploring everywhere in order to become stronger, exploring the mysteries of space-time and the world.
There was a black stone gate on each side of the tunnel. There were white patterns of the moon and the sun on each gate.
"Alright, let's talk about you. You're new here and you're still young. Why are you here? "Femora looked at Angele curiously.
* DING *
"Research?" Beard shook his head. "This is the gate of the abyss, not a place for kids to play. Kid, you chose the wrong place. "
What surprised Angele the most was that he could hear the sound of a harp. It sounded like someone was singing and playing the harp.
Yellow wine splashed on the table from the glass and the aroma of the wine filled the air.
Angele walked to the stone and touched it. The stone was smooth and hard, it was probably made of the same material as the stone slab under his feet.
Angele looked around and could not see the end of the wall.
Angele looked closer and noticed that the man's face was covered with scars. The scars were caused by healing spells that were used too many times. The scars would only appear if the same area was healed too many times.
"The central continent? You're from the central continent? "The man rubbed the silver harp in his hand. "Never heard of this place? Ha … It's normal that the weak ones don't talk about us. Let me think … I've been here for about 200 years. Time really passed by quickly! I was just a rank 3 wizard back then and now I'm already a Dawn rank wizard. "
* CHI *
Everyone in the hall was looking at Angele. Soon, other than the bearded man and the man with the harp, everyone else looked away and resumed their conversation.
Angele sipped the glass and tasted the spicy wine in his mouth. "That's strong! Why haven't I heard of this place before? "
Angele's expression changed. "There's someone guarding this place?" He stepped into the arched door and entered a dark tunnel.
Angele checked the surroundings and walked to the moon gate on the left.
An invisible energy wave was aimed at Angele's shoulder, but it was blocked by a dark-red light barrier.
The strong creatures were not afraid of pain. Their only desire was to become stronger. It was just that one could only encounter them in extremely harsh environments. In order to hone themselves, almost all of these people had abnormal willpower and awareness.
The stone door slowly opened and the yellow light inside leaked out.
Angele smiled. He knew that the finger attack was just a test, so he was not angry. He picked up the glass and sipped slowly. He raised the glass and listened to the bearded man's explanation.
"Welcome to the Desperation Inn, new guy." The man had short silver hair and a handsome face. There was no pupil in his eyes, there was a red and blue vortex in each of his eyes. He was wearing a heavy black metal armor that made him look like a humanoid mecha. The sharp edges of the armor were stained with blood. Angele could also see the scratch marks on some parts of the armor. Most importantly, the man was speaking the purest ancient language and Angele could understand it.
Angele closed the door as soon as he stepped into the room. He glanced around and saw that the hall was empty. He saw three creatures that were at least rank 4.
The walls stretched on endlessly, spitting out a veil-like white light. Through the white light, one could clearly see the low, pitch-black tornado rotating slowly on the other side.
Angele's body trembled and the black smoke surrounded his body. The black smoke disappeared and he turned back into his human form. He stepped into the hall.
It was the belief of the ancient wizards, although the ancient wizards were almost destroyed because of it. However, there were many ancient wizards that wanted to explore the world. These powerhouses were not willing to waste their time fighting for power and enjoying corruption. Instead, they explored the world, constantly strengthening themselves, and climbed to a higher peak.
"Tell me about me? What do I have to say? I'm just curious and I want to study the abyss storm. "Angele took a sip of the wine.
"Me?" Angele was a bit surprised. "I'm here to collect some items." He walked to the counter and smiled politely.
At this time, under the dim candlelight in the hall, other than the experts sitting around, there was also a man who was playing the harp beside an oval-shaped flower pot. He suddenly stopped singing and smiled at everyone.
There were several tables made of black stone in the center of the hall. Several strong creatures were drinking and chatting with each other.
Big Beardy chuckled as he kept the Magic Stone. Then, he picked up the wine bottles and glasses behind the counter and poured himself some wine. "The gate of the abyss is a gate that closes the abyss. We'll enter the area of the abyss storm from here and there are countless monsters from the abyss. If not for the ruins left by the ancient wizards, the whole world would've been conquered by the monsters." The bearded man put down the wine glass in front of Angele.
Angele walked down the stone road and stood in front of a dark arched gate of a mountain-shaped building. The building had three spikes and the white light coming out of the gate was brighter than the surroundings.
With a thought, he began to move quickly along the left side. After a few minutes, a black building embedded in the wall finally appeared. The building looked like a mountain gate, and in front of the gate was a well-repaired pitch-black stone road.
There was a U-shaped hall behind the gate and there were several wooden counters in the hall. There was a yellow-skinned man with pointy ears standing behind the counters. It seemed like he was a waiter.
The handsome man rubbed the harp and shook his head. "Let bygones be bygones. There's no point talking about it now. Master won't change his mind."
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