"You've probably heard of the Shadow Dancer. Payne looked up at the bloody hole in the stone wall.

"But after all, they are only flesh and blood...... And not a shadow. Panasses replied.

"Yes. Payne sighed, "The Shadow Dancer is covered in tattoos, and that's not just a sign. Although dangerous, the magic in the tattoo allows them to blend in with their surroundings if necessary...... Merge into trees or rocks, or even flowing water, and still move freely, so they can be everywhere and yet difficult to detect. ”

It's not a pleasant topic. Originally, the tattoo could even control the life and death of the shadow dancer...... The trick learned from the viciousness and cruelty of mankind was eventually abandoned in the face of strong opposition from some elders.

Panasses was silent for a moment. The Shadow Dancers were born for less than a thousand years, and their existence, including their training methods, was firmly in the hands of the Elders, and even as the ruler of the Antlers Forest, he really didn't know much about these elusive killers.

The blood flowed down the wall and down to the ground, seemingly continuously...... It seems that the wounded are still lurking quietly among the rocks, waiting for another opportunity – or waiting for death to come.

Parnasas still had a lot of puzzles, but suddenly he didn't want to ask any more. An indescribable hatred made him feel that the pure white tower had lost the sacredness that had once instilled him in awe...... Even though Omer was not the god he believed in, that fear was almost instinctive.

However, the spirits who professed to be believers had tarnished their faith and the tower that could only be built with true faith and passion.

This made him angry and disdainful.

There must be shadows under the light - he can accept this, but he can't...... Trying to hide all the darkness under the light of hypocrisy.

"Your magic...... It's special. Payne apparently didn't want to continue the conversation either, and he watched as the archers behind Parnassus withdrew their longbows, not hiding his curiosity.

"It's very old magic. Panasses stretched out his hand, and Saumur silently placed his weapon in his hands.

"It is said that before our ancestors established their own kingdom...... One of the first magic created in the absence of kings, knowing gods, running freely in the dense forests, in the wilderness, among the mountains, and running and hunting with wild beasts, was that it was not really special except that it could break through any protection without the need for arrows. Panasses flicked the string, "It's made of the tendons of the Windfeather Beast." ”

The bowstring was a shimmering yellow, and the wooden brown bow arm was simple and smooth, with no ornamentation except for the inner line of runes inlaid with wire, so thin that they were barely visible.

“...... I've never heard of it. Payne was a little stunned, "We've forgotten a lot of things. ”

"No, we don't. Panasses smiled, not without pride, "We haven't forgotten. ”

"We" – even though separated by thousands of years, they are still the same race.

The suspicion seemed to fade away as they looked at each other and smiled. Panasses returned the longbow to Saumur and casually asked, "So, you already knew it was a trap?"

"Just when I was looking for an excuse to get in here, there was such an opportunity that came to me?" Payne did not deny, "I haven't had such a rare fortune in a long time." ”

"I'm only curious if I tell you that two days ago Kao Windwhisperer 'accidentally' mentioned that this tower contains the remains of my ancestors...... I don't know if you want to believe it. Parnasas looked straight at him.

"I'm at least willing to believe it...... In any case, you don't want to 'do it for anyone'. Payne replied frankly.

The corners of Panasus' mouth hooked. For him, it's actually ...... It's also enough.

He looked around, and the long staircase didn't know where it went, but as far as the eye could see, there were no more statue-like guards, and no one tried to sneak up on them.

“...... Are we really still in the tower?" he asked.

"Of course. Payne sneered, "What else can they do but use the power of this tower?"

He waved his hand, and the spell-casting elf stood up again, raised his arms, and a colorless gem floated from his palm, spinning faster and faster in her low spell sound, projecting circles of runes into the air.

Her voice was too low and even a little hoarse compared to most elves, but it was surprisingly beautiful. Panasses watched her quietly, inexplicably feeling that a flowing robe would be more suitable than the delicate and close-fitting leather armor on her body...... And that kind of outfit obviously doesn't symbolize his preference.

The last syllable of the elf suddenly rose as if the ice had cracked. The gem streaked out like a meteor, with a dazzling brilliance, breaking through the barrier in front of them.

"Franty, she's Omer's chant. Payne whispered to Panasses.

And here...... After all, it was once the Tower of Omer.

Panasses raised an eyebrow, "I thought all the Chanters were loyal to the Presbyterian Church. ”

"I am faithful to my gods. Franci turned to Panasses and smiled, "And he's shown me the way to go." ”

Her eyebrows are thin and long, and they are slightly raised with pride and fearlessness.

Panasses bowed his head and apologized. He didn't really mean to doubt it - Payne was able to take her with him at such a time, which was enough to show his trust in her. He just......

He was suddenly not sure what he was trying to do...... Maybe the hellish light still had some effect on him?

He suppressed the doubts in his heart. The reliefs on the walls have quietly changed, and there are still winding corridors and continuous staircases in front of them, but the light around them has dimmed a lot, and even the stone walls that are still white and flawless are floating in a misty black mist.

"We didn't pass through here when we went up. Pananasses said.

"Because this is the bottom of the tower. Payne cast his gaze to the hallway to the right.

The doors of all the rooms in the corridor were tightly closed, except for one hole, like a huge open mouth, waiting for the prey to throw itself into the net.

Payne laughed.

"A few months ago I had to risk bringing a human into this tower," he said, "just to be able to open this door...... If you just want me in, why bother? Just say 'please' and I'll be more than happy to do it...... Can't even wait. ”

No one responded to his ridicule. In the silence, there was only a rustle between the stone walls, but there was no disappearing sound, and snakes hovered around them.

Panasses narrowed. If luring Payne through this door is really the purpose of the manipulators behind it...... What is the point of the attack?

But he didn't say anything, just followed Payne without hesitation as he walked forward.

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