Chapter 693 - Construction of the Secret Base (1/2)
Chapter 693 Construction of the Secret Base
There were many mountains and forests in the south, and mosquitoes were especially abundant.
The mountain flies, in particular, were so black and large that many people from the north used to tease that five of them in this part of the world would make a meat dish.
Of course, this was an exaggeration
These things were also particularly aggressive and would pounce on any animal that they could draw blood from, stinging it and sucking on it.
One big red lump in one bite.
And the Huixian River Park was a recently developed park with a landscape theme.
Mountains by the rivers and mosquitoes everywhere.
But none of the mosquitoes could get close to Roland’s body; they flew over but were kept away by an invisible force.
Leaving the mountain bike outside the park, Roland followed the newly paved concrete ring-shaped trail, less than a month old, all the way up the hill.
Because it was an unfinished project, the configuration facilities here were not yet built, and there was no electricity, so naturally, not many people took walks here in the evening.
It was the quietness of the place that Roland was looking for.
In the future, there would probably be a lot of people coming here, but Roland wouldn’t be afraid; he could use Teleportation.
There was no entrance to the underground base, so if he teleported directly from home, who could find him?
After walking for about ten minutes, Roland arrived at a place where the trees were particularly abundant and the branches were particularly thick. The people at the bottom of the mountain couldn’t see this place, and the view was obscured by the numerous branches and leaves; the sky was likewise obscured.
And there was no one around.
It was reasonable to say that this place was very suitable for digging a hole to establish a secret base.
Yet, Roland continued heading deeper into the mountain. This time he specifically picked the highest place in the mountain to burrow into.
After all, being a child raised in the city, he had no idea of the horrors of the wild mountains and forests, and even though most places were now free of ferocious predatory wild animals, places like the mountains and forests were still not very suitable for humans if they didn’t have good open roads.
Squeezing into the underbrush, he didn’t get far before he cut his hand and face on the jagged grass.
Tiny red marks appeared on the back of his hand, and his face was also itchy and painful.
After walking about a hundred meters into the thick grass, he stopped. A tall mountain wall was in front of him.
Subconsciously, he wiped his face and looked around again.
It was safe enough that even if someone occasionally passed by, they would never see anything or anyone here; after all, the weeds grew extremely tall here.
Roland took a deep breath and began to use Mud to Stone.
A skill he had used hundreds of times in the game seemed quite a bit difficult here.
The brain told itself “I have long since perfected this magic,” but the speed of mobilization of magic power within the body, as well as the frequency of circulation, was completely unable to keep up with the command of the brain.
He made mistakes several times in a row.
The mud was dry at times and wet at times.
One minute it was rock solid, the next it was muddy!
In this situation, Roland exhausted quite a lot of magic power.
Fortunately, after failing a dozen times, Roland’s mind and magic power finally got used to this “low-level configuration” body and began to be able to successfully cast Mud to Stone.
The mountain in front of him turned into a swamp and tumbled outward, as a cavern that sloped downward gradually took shape.
Roland turned the mud into a horizontal flight of stone steps.
He walked down the stone steps while exercising his magic power and continuing to make the steps downward.
Then he looked back as the dirt that had turned over on the ground covered the hole he made and turned into rock.
The passage was darkened at once, and Roland snapped his fingers, summoning an Illumination sphere, and with the bright light, he continued diagonally downward, opening the passage as he went. The mud ahead melted away like water, turning into stone steps as the passage expanded.
Roland’s expression was excited.
Such a situation was not even worth mentioning in the game, but in reality, it fascinated him.
This wasn’t the game, it wasn’t another world, he didn’t have a game system, and he didn’t have Magic Power Control, let alone an extremely high level or high character growth template.
But he still managed to do it.
Using his power, he summoned magic and changed the terrain.
After walking down for about ten minutes or so, he felt tired and worn out. Closing his eyes, he estimated that he had about half of his magic power left… It’s not right, I shouldn’t be so tired.
Nor should I be so dizzy and sleepy.
Sleepy?
Roland jolted awake. It was air and lack of oxygen.
How careless, not taking this into account.
Roland immediately turned around and backtracked, using his magic to demolish the sealed hole and rushing out immediately.
Taking a big breath of air and feeling his mind gradually sharpen, Roland instinctively tapped his heart.
S*it, a few more minutes and I’d probably pass out in there.
“So, oxygen has to be taken into account?” Roland sealed the hole up and waited until he was ready to come back.
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He went farther down the same path, encountering a long snake with green and black segmented patterns on the way, slowly creeping past him and scaring him a little.
I wonder if this thing is poisonous.
“Personal safety has to be considered as well.”