Chapter 372: Statue
Watching the mercenaries of nearly a thousand people enter the dungeon one by one, York scratched his head and cheeks in a hurry, fidgeting.
Although he has worked hard to pull people, after the Spirit Fox Mercenary Group, no one is willing to join his team.
Obviously, they are a small team of only seven people, and they are naturally divided into the weakest level.
Unless you fight someone else and win it, they are the weakest, at least on the surface.
Not one of them.
Even the free mercenaries who did not have an "organization" found their thick thighs to hug at this time.
Long Aotian shook his head, stretched out his hand to pat him on the shoulder, and said, "Don't worry, don't worry." The risk is directly proportional to the gain, and although the first person to go down can get the property first, he will also be the most attacked. Just because they can get something doesn't mean they can live to bring it out. β
He looked at the entrance of the dungeon that looked like a monster's bloody maw, and said meaningfully: "Besides, the most important thing in this ruin exploration is not how much benefit you can get from inside, but to be able to save your life and leave safely from inside." β
After Long Aotian finished speaking, he walked past Pique, who was stunned, and walked towards the entrance of the dungeon.
It turned out that before he knew it, the other mercenaries had already gone down, and there were only seven people left on the surface, including the Spirit Fox Mercenary Group.
The magical girl Katie didn't say a word, her face was expressionless, she just silently followed.
York and Daniel looked at each other and nodded at the same time, tacitly agreeing. From Long Aotian's words, they seemed to have understood something.
Franco stepped forward and patted Peake on the shoulder, looking at the young back in front of him, with a twinkle in his eyes.
"Old friend, listen to him, there's nothing wrong."
The Spirit Fox mercenary group left one by one, and Pique finally came back to his senses, while regretting that the leader was not Blood Rose, he secretly scolded himself in his heart: "The most important thing is to save your life?" Isn't it safest to stay at home? Why go here to explore and fight hard with a large group of people! β
Pique, who was at the end, had just entered the dungeon and was greeted by several wind blades.
Syllable~
Anyway, he is also a bronze fighter, and the wind blade is easily resisted by him. However, this unfriendly greeting is a sign of the hidden danger of the ruins exploration.
Pique took a few steps and caught up with Franco in front. Looking around, I saw that the mercenaries who had come in early had already seized a piece of territory, searching for and collecting treasures and treasures.
Under the leadership of Roger, the people of the Dark Alliance took a piece of paperwork and walked between various mercenary teams, and they actually drew their share of the income on the spot.
Peake quickly glanced around, listening to the surprised and excited shouts of others, and couldn't help but sigh: "Oops, everything has been taken away by others, aren't we going to come in vain this trip?" β
Franco's voice was flat, and he responded, "This place is very large, and although there are many mercenaries, it is impossible to occupy all the places. β
Peake shook his head: "They didn't take up all the places, but the vacant places have no oil and water to fish, what is the use?" β
Franco just smiled faintly, ignoring his whining.
This exploration of the ruins, he felt full of doubts from the beginning. If it weren't for Long Aotian's acquaintance with the head of the Dark Alliance, Franco would have already made up his mind to quit.
But despite his coming, all the doubts in his heart did not disappear. Coupled with Long Aotian's words just now, Franco's heart was alert, and for this trip to the ruins, the mind of searching for treasures and looting property had already diluted a lot.
The other members of the Spirit Fox Mercenary Regiment had apparently thought of this as well.
I saw that Daniel didn't pay attention to the harvest of other mercenary groups, and he didn't mean to look for it. Looking at the buildings around the wide dungeon, my brow couldn't help but wrinkle slowly.
"What's wrong? Got a discovery? β
Franco walked up to him and asked in a low voice.
"I can't say I found it, but ...... Do you guys think this dungeon feels a little weird? β
The elven archer was still wrinkled, his sharp gaze wandering around, as if he had a puzzle in his heart that could not be solved.
The shield warrior Ram also came over: "What's strange? β
York the Thief is an idle man and likes to get together the most.
"Of course it's strange, they have looted all the good things, and the surrounding walls and pillars are empty, and they look eerie. Well, and shabby. β
Spooky?
Franco had been holding a string tightly in his heart, and when he heard this, a light suddenly flashed in his head.
"It's a bit weird to say that. This dungeon is said to be a place for people to live and live. But look around here, the dΓ©cor is eerie and low, and the buildings don't look like living quarters. β
York and the others couldn't help nodding their heads, agreeing with the regimental leader's words. In fact, this weird feeling can be felt when everyone first comes in. But when I came to a strange environment, I didn't react at once.
"It seems that the intelligence of the Dark Alliance is not very accurate." York watched Roger and the others collect protection money everywhere, and said casually.
Ram shook his head and said, "Not necessarily, they also said just now, this dungeon has three floors, and this is only the first floor. Perhaps the real residential dwellings are on the lower two floors. β
When I turned around, I saw the elven archer standing next to a huge pillar, meditating on the pattern on it, which I don't know if it was a text or a pattern, and I couldn't help but ask.
"Daniel, are these ancient texts? Can you read it? β
Daniel said distressedly: "It should be words, it looks familiar, as if I have seen it before." But all of a sudden, I couldn't think of anything. β
Franco clapped his hands and gathered everyone together.
"If you don't understand it, don't think about it, we're not here for archaeology this time. Everyone be careful not to go it alone. I'm afraid there are a lot of traps here, don't leave your life here if you don't get a good thing. β
Everyone's hearts froze, and at the same time, the words that Long Aotian had said before sounded in their minds.
York looked around and asked, "By the way, where did the boss and Katie go?" β
The elven archer has the best eyesight, and after a slight look, he points in one direction.
"Over there!"
Long Aotian stood in front of a huge statue, tilting his head slightly, as if admiring something.
Katie followed him, still silent.
The more you know, the more troubles you will have. Katie isn't quite sure the whole thing though. But from the teacher's words, she could probably guess that this journey of exploration seemed to be carrying something heavy.
Among them, it is even more involved in the lives of Franco and others, whom she regards as relatives.
But she could only watch from the sidelines, and she couldn't help at all. This deep sense of powerlessness makes Katie more and more depressed and silent.
"Boss, what are you looking at here?"
York the Thief never knew what repression and silence were, he said what he wanted and asked when he wanted to.
"Coming?" Long Aotian turned around and said to Franco and the others who came over, "Let's look at this statue." β
To be honest, the statue is really nothing to look at. I don't know if it's because the years are too old, the statue is weathered and decayed, or the mercenaries who came in just now violently destroyed it, this clay statue that is taller than the walls of the big city has collapsed and collapsed, shattering into a pile of broken mud bricks. I can't see what it was originally.
Judging by the architectural layout of this level of the dungeon, the statue should be an extremely important place. Not only is it extensive, but the dome is more than twice as tall as anywhere else. For a building that is excavated deep underground, this is a huge undertaking.
It's a pity that thousands of years or even longer have passed, and the once glorious eye-catching, in the eyes of today's mercenaries, this statue is just a pile of worthless mud. They were busy demarcating territory and looting belongings, dismissing the huge area.
Of course, the ideological realm of the Spirit Fox Mercenary Group is not necessarily much higher than that of other mercenary groups.
"It's just a broken clay statue, or rather, a pile of mud, what's there to see?"
York looked left and right, couldn't see anything famous, pouted, and said bluntly.
The others didn't speak, but they acquiesced.
Long Aotian smiled slightly, and there seemed to be something hidden in his eyes.
"In your eyes, it's a pile of mud. But in my opinion, these are good things that are worth a lot of money, and they don't cost much to exchange. β