CHAPTER XXVII
Soon, a simple circle was embedded in the Muse's portrayal into the nested circle on the secret door, and the overall shape of the circle was an isosceles triangle with only one function, and that was - transfer!
Shift the vigilance range of the vigilance spell on this secret door from the secret door to another place!
And how the muse embeds a new circle in the original nested circle, and how he can do all this without triggering the vigilance, is his special skill.
With the muse's changing casting gestures and the muffled sound of spells, an arcane energy was injected into the magic circle on the ground, and its lines suddenly glowed slightly, and several pieces of materials placed on it quickly melted into the magic circle.
Visible to the naked eye, the secret door lit up with a faint gray magic aura, and it can be seen that this faint layer of magic aura formed a spider web-like web of light, covering this secret door, as if the vigilance on it was about to be triggered as soon as the wind and grass moved it......
As the three arcane runes on its three corners, "tra", "Transfer", were activated by the circulating arcane energy, the "cobweb" was quickly peeled away from the secret door and shifted in the direction of the sharpest corners of the circle, covering a clearing on the side.
"That's it. The muse clapped his hands, fumbled for a moment, and soon found the hidden tab.
It seems that he is very confident in the effect of the spell blessed on the door, this secret door is not very thick, and the muse can pull it up with his usual strength.
As for the remaining two layers of circles on top of them, they were just decorations that were not stimulated by the vigilant circle, and the muse kept them only to prevent them from being detected by the person who set them up after they were destroyed.
Opened the secret door, there was a stone staircase slanting downward, with the usual cold and cold of underground buildings, and the slippery moss covered the edge of the staircase, but judging from the unusually smooth traces on the stone steps, there were many people who often entered and exited here......
The muse secretly raised his vigilance, and a ring of prophecy spell "danger sensitivity" was blessed by him, this low-level spell can make his perception become very sensitive to danger, that is, if there is a trap (including but not limited to spell traps and mechanical traps) in a certain place, the muse will have an indescribable uncomfortable feeling when he looks at that place......
After making preparations, the Muse stepped into the underground stronghold of the Deathwill Sect......
Cold, dark, and damp, this winding stone staircase was exactly what the underground buildings had always given to the Muse, and he silently controlled his steps and tried to hide himself as much as possible.
A moment later, behind a corner in front of me, there was a faint glimmer of light, as if the main entrance of the underground building was behind the corner.
At this time, under the dangerous and sensitive power of the first ring of spells, the muse faintly felt an uncomfortable feeling coming from the front, which meant that there was danger ahead, and as for what kind of danger it was, this spell could not do anything.
For ordinary people, they may think that they have entered the stronghold of the Death Will, and it is normal to have danger, and it is unbelievable that there is no danger here.
But the muse instinctively sensed that something was wrong, and he secretly used a detection magic in front of him, and the magic aura that came back also told him that there were some spell traps ahead, but they were not at all to the point where they could endanger his life.
"Am I being too sensitive?" the muse turned his head to glance around, only to find something unusual.
From the point of the road ahead of that corner, the stone steps on the ground were covered with moss! only a few footprints deeply imprinted on the moss indicated that there had been people walking here.
You know, if you walk on it often, you can't have so much moss on the stone steps.
"Hehe, it seems that this Deathwill Sect is really insidious...... "Of course, the muse who realized all this would not be stupid to test what lies ahead.
He stepped back quietly, observing the marks on the stone steps on the ground, and the muse stopped after walking about ten yards back, where the smoothed stone steps met the moss-covered stone steps.
Needless to say, there must be some secret door here, but there is absolutely no information about this in the information that the Muse gets from reading his memory......
But this obviously did not bother the muse, he directly threw a ring spell "Detection Secret Door" to the surrounding walls, and soon, a faintly glowing secret door appeared on the wall to the left of the muse.
But now if you forcibly open the door again, it will be easy to alarm the guards inside, Muse touched his chin and thought for a while, and then silently estimated the time, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "There is!"
He clenched his fist and tapped where the secret door had been indicated, then stepped back a little, pulling down his hood to cover most of his face, while keeping his figure mostly hidden in the darkness.
There was no sound coming from inside, but the muse knew that the guard at the gate was aware of the movement outside, and must be observing it somewhere.
In a deep voice, he said, "There is only death in the world...... When the time comes, my lord's sacrifice has been delivered, let people go out and carry it......"
After saying that, the muse stopped talking and waited quietly.
Yes, the muse compared time with the information he had gained from reading his memory, and realized that this was about the time when the evil cultists who had gone out to grab the sacrifices had come to this stronghold!
Therefore, he decided to take a gamble, the bet was that the high-ranking disciples who were guarding outside would not participate in the work of carrying the sacrifices, and each time a person would come down to notify and let the low-level disciples carry them.
It was still silent, but the muse was calm......