Chapter 291 (1/1)
The giant's roar made the mage clap his chest. The fury of missing prey made the Raven have no doubt that the giant under the floor would never give him a chance to communicate. However, although temporarily free from the danger of being torn to pieces by the giant, he still has no idea of where he is now. The iron basket brings the magician into a dark space. The silence around indicates that the mechanism driving the basket has stopped.
The crow licked his right index finger carefully and raised the wet finger slightly to confirm whether there was a weak airflow in the dark. Although he knows why the wind is weak, he does not know why. This allows the magician to be sure that he will not die of suffocation, and also gives him the courage to light the fire.
”Pa!” The dancing flame floats in the palm of the wizard's palm. Although the flame created by curse crow with magic can be illuminated, it does not have the temperature of the real flame. In other words, the fire is just a kind of lighting props with an appearance. The cold light illuminated the dusty room for a long time. The room was very big, because the end of the light was exhausted, and the curse crow did not see any walls.
”Cough” the dust in the air choked the magician who turned over the iron fence and coughed loudly. The sound echoed in the dark, and it took a long time to get quiet. What the hell is this place? The curse crow wondered. He looked down at the ground under his feet and found that they were made of the same kind of metal as the walls he had seen before. However, compared with the wall tiles with strange patterns in the passageway below, there was no trace on the floor here, as if they had been cast at one time.
The wizard bent down to sweep the dust off the ground with his empty hand, trying to find a welding gap in the ground. He did not believe that anyone in the world could cast such a huge metal product at once. As far as he knew, even the forge named after their God residence in the legendary dwarf Kingdom could not do so. What is this place for? The curse crow is more curious.
The magician moves on aimlessly. He can be sure that there is only one creature in this space, but he can't guarantee that there is no mechanism trap set long ago. For this reason, curse crow every time when the foot will first try to make sure that the metal under the foot will not suddenly sink, and then dare to put the weight on completely. This kind of exploration means that he can't walk to the boundary of the room quickly, but he doesn't need to.
As the crow walked about fifty steps forward, something appeared in the fire. At first, he thought it would be goods piled up on the floor. The magician speculated that it might be the secret warehouse of Lord hammer, but soon he had to give up the speculation, because what appeared in the light was not stacked boxes or other things.
It's a prayer table, made of the same material as the ground, and, it seems, cast with the ground. Seeing this scene, the curse crow has been a little chilly behind his back. He knows that the technology of casting this room and the prayer table has gone beyond the scope of the world. At the same time, the obvious religious meaning of the prayer platform also makes him realize who can possess this kind of taboo technology.
”I think cheese is better for this.” The curse crow whispered to himself that among the apprentices of the grey tower, everyone knew that cheese had the best understanding of the existence outside the world. Even with this knowledge, even Clark, the Lord of the grey tower, would ask for cheese advice from time to time. This made other apprentices envy cheese, but they still had a slight fear of cheese. It's a field that even their teachers don't like to step into.
But even though he complained, the sorcerer still could not resist his curiosity and approached the prayer table with the light of fire. Unlike the smooth ground, the metal prayer platform is covered with dizzy and dense patterns. These patterns seem to flow under the dim lighting, which makes the viewer feel awe and hard to suppress the discomfort from his heart. This feeling leads the crow to make sure that the presence of the praise that comes from this prayer stand will never be liked.
When the wizard comes to the prayer table, he must constantly tell himself that what is in front of him is only a deformed piece of metal. Only in this way can his fear be reduced to the extent that he will not drive him crazy. The mantra crow carefully inspected every part of the prayer table to see if there was a hidden space in it. If he could find a scripture, he would have a chance to understand who the room was built for. Of course, if it was cheese, he might have seen some clues from the lines on the prayer table.
The curse crow is not cheese. He is good at cursing, but he has not involved in the field outside the world. That is the darkness that fate can not cover. I am afraid even the God of destiny can not influence it. Finally, the magician had to shake his head and leave the prayer table. He couldn't tell the origin of this thing. In general, there will always be gods in front of the prayer table. Maybe he will have a chance.
The frustrated wizard continued to move in the direction facing the prayer table, and the flame in his hand began to shrink slowly, indicating that the ventilation in the room was not enough to make up for the consumed parts. Of course, the magician noticed this. When the flame was smaller, he would have to stop lighting temporarily and wait for the airflow to bring more wind. But he had some time before that.”Let's see if we can find some clues.” Less than twenty steps before the prayer table, it was no surprise that the mantra crow found something else, and what he found was so great that its edge was beyond the range of the light of fire. Statues, the sorcerer reasoned to himself, only gods can have such a huge size. The magician can't wait to go to the huge shadow and raise the flame as high as possible to increase the area of illumination.
Although the curse crow has prepared for the distorted shape that the statue may have, when the CD-ROM drives away the darkness on the giant shadow, he still holds his breath unconsciously. What kind of statue is this!
It was made of the same metal as the floor, but the appearance of the statue was not like any living creature. The thing worshipped in front of the prayer platform looked like a large piece of rock which was randomly destroyed and excavated. However, in this rock, countless twisted bodies struggling to escape from it were carved with exquisite techniques! Mantra crows can find humans, dwarfs and even elves from them. However, most of these forms are still those with irregular patterns, such as taking various creatures apart and combining them at random. It looks like a nightmare for an imaginative child, but the image that should only exist in the nightmare is too specific.
The flame in the Sorcerer's hand swells with fear, and then extinguishes rapidly due to insufficient oxygen supply. In the dark, the wizard sat down on the floor, his eyes fixed on the statue, although all he could see now was darkness. Now he can be sure that this is a church, belonging to this God's church.