Countless thin blue threads poured out from the "Soul of the Town" and disappeared into the relief of the giant gate. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Under the power of the quasi-artifact, the magic prohibition on the giant door was destroyed, the lifelike relief slowly disappeared, and the giant door trembled open.

The walls on both sides are deliberately arranged to enlarge the space behind the door, and the exquisite huge relief paintings show a heavy sense of history, and the white giant columns fill in the hollow and add a sense of beauty.

Looking down the faded stone steps, a huge rock guard stood on the way to the upper level, and the quiet torch around it suddenly lit up with bright yellow flames.

A series of fires, transmitted like a multi-bone nomi card, completely illuminated the circular sealed space.

Two terrifying green rays of light suddenly shot out from the eyes of the rock guard, and the huge body that had been silent trembled and stood up, the emerald and mysterious magic lines crisscrossed and crisscrossed, and the powerful magic fluctuations were like shockwaves.

"Elemental puppet, Gordoner is really erudite."

Trem looked at the delicate rock guards and praised them without hesitation.

Whether it is the material, the craft, or even the enchantment, it is all at the level of a master, which is why this rock guard, after so long, still runs smoothly.

The turquoise gaze swept over Trem and the group, as if they had locked on to their target, and the two dark yellow giant arms spewed magic power and stretched out with a roar.

The dark mana shroud collided with the Rock Guard's fist, sending the Rock Guard back and cracks in the unsturdy marble floor.

A faint yellow glow appeared on the rock guard's body, and Trem withdrew a smile from his lips, and he thought of a possibility.

"Level 2 magic...

Having expected that the magic shield would not be able to block such a fist, Trem infused the magic power into the "Soul Suppression".

The rock guards who had re-attacked were knocked down by the surging black air, and the magic lines on their bodies dimmed for a while.

The dragon's shadow loomed in the thick of the black air, and its white bone claws with a fierce wind shattered the green-streaked shoulders, and the flying stones rolled to the ground, shattering into a dull yellow powder.

The two behemoths scuffled together, shattering several white pillars and shattering the ground.

Despite his struggles, the baby bone dragon crushed the core above its head, and its huge rocky body trembled a few times, breaking into countless pieces of rubble.

"The strength of the adults is strong, and the rock guards are really good."

The necromancers on the side saw Trem's smug expression and slapped their asses.

After retracting the baby bone dragon into the "Soul Suppression", Trem and his party stepped on the gorgeous stone staircase leading to the upper level, and the shocking scene gradually unfolded before their eyes.

The sudden light temporarily blinded the eyes that had adapted to the darkness, and the white vision gradually became clearer, and the clear blue sky hanging behind the veil of clouds overhead was revealing countless warm brightness.

From the small dark cave to the vast world outside, the facial features seem to be magnified, and there is a strong sense of distortion.

The small sense of distortion faded away, and they surveyed their surroundings.

The ground was covered with unusually thick roots, leaving behind flowers of various colors, and finally submerged under a tall, moss-covered altar.

The cool wind slid through the cracks in the forest, through the tall walls of the periphery, and rippled over the altar pool.

The crumpled water of the pool gradually stabilized, and the reflection of the archer-like idol was still intact, and the arrows behind him shimmered in the light.

It was an ancient arena occupied by plants, and the walls of the circular arena enclosed the ground, and the former glory was no longer visible, and the mutilated exterior was crawling with all kinds of plants, and the tall arches were broken in half.

Outside the arena was a vast sea of green, with huge ancient trees at the top of the stadium blocking off half of the sky, and endless forests lapping in the wind and the sound of the waves.

Zooming in, the exit where they are located is a tiny gap in the vast Emerald Forest Sea, which is about to be swallowed by the green waves.

And zooming in again, beyond the sea of emerald forests is the endless mountains.

They are in the deepest part of the mountains, the deepest part of the forest, a place that is completely cut off from the Empire, from the Church, and from human society.

"The gloomy underground cavern leads to the interior of the mountains, what a grand stroke."

"Gao Duner, just a fifth-level mage, is it..."

Trem whispered in disbelief, opening such an underground cave in the middle of the mountains is already the limit of manpower, so is the great scenery in front of him the handiwork of the gods?

He has traveled through the wilderness of the Snow Country, and has experienced the magnificence of the snow falling and the wolves roaring; I have also traveled to the polar seas and felt the insignificance of human beings in the monstrous fury of the wind and waves.

However, none of this could compare to the scenery he saw in front of him, and he sighed that this was the real mysterious holy place.

He came back to his senses and noticed the idol, which seemed to be something he had never seen before, and he was a little puzzled.

However, the voice of words from behind him temporarily dispelled his idea of finding out.

"My lord, these seem to be some kind of ancient script."

Antor's eyes were also full of shock, he lowered his head, and suddenly noticed that there seemed to be some fine symbols on the surface of some huge tree roots laid on the ground.

After the shock, doubts gradually rose.

What the hell is this place, is it really the ruins of Gauduner?

Hearing Antor's speech, everyone immediately leaned down with a shock that had not yet disappeared, and observed these crooked symbols.

"It's not an imperial saying."

"It's not a language of other countries, it's weird."

"Is there a language that is carved into the roots of a tree, this tradition..."

"Roots, tradition, unimaginable..."

The necromancers talked a lot, but nothing came of it, and Trem frowned on the sidelines, apparently without a clue.

"This is Elven?!"

At the back of the line, Lina and Alina also walked up, and after the same shock, Alina stroked the symbols and exclaimed.

Although the elven race is all over the continent, they are actually half-bloods, and the real pure-blood elven race has been buried in history for hundreds of years, just like their relics.

Unexpectedly, Alina exclaimed, but she immediately regretted it, and everyone's eyes were focused.

"You know Elven language, so what is this place?"

Trem walked slowly, approaching Alina, softly.

"Elves like to carve runes that symbolize things on trees, and I'm just guessing at this point."

"Humans can't learn Elven language because they can't decipher the magic hidden in the runes."

Alina's eyes flickered, and she said calmly.

What she said was half-true, the elves did like to engrave runes on trees, but only the royal elves were qualified to use runes that concealed their magical powers, and now these runes can be interpreted by humans.

The shape of a sign that vaguely encloses the roots of the surrounding trees is something like a sign that Alina, who has read through various historiography.

This was the meaning conveyed by those symbols, and at the front was a special name, which she couldn't decipher.

"Forget it, there won't be a mistake at the exit of the boundary area, it should be here."

"All you have to do is find the location of the burial chamber."

"Take a look around."

After looking at Alina coldly for a while, he didn't continue to ask, instructed his subordinates, and then walked straight to the idol.

As the outline of the idol became clear, he realized that it was a goddess, and the terrifying vegetation around it made him frown.

The closer he got to the statue, the more brilliant the flowers and plants became, and the roots of the trees grew bigger and bigger, and even he could feel the rich vitality around him.

There were no accidents on the short path, which made his guard down a little.

He stepped onto the altar and stayed in front of the altar pool, looking at the tall statue and muttering to himself.

"The goddess of the forest and the dew, no, the goddess of the earth, no, the goddess of war and disaster, even more wrong."

"The goddess with a bow and arrow, what the hell..."

Could it be the alien god worshiped by the elves, Trem, who had such doubts, lowered his head and looked at the turquoise pool.

The water in the pond looks turquoise, but up close it is unusually clear, and there is nothing in the pool except water.

"Wait, this is..."

Trem's eyes suddenly lit up, and he said in surprise, as if he had discovered something, and a guess was forming in his mind.

Boom, a sudden explosion rang out behind Trem, and he turned his head in surprise to find several white magic bullets coming at him.

Trem sneered and opened his mana shield.

The swaying white magic missile slammed into the pitch-black mana shield and dissipated into puffs of smoke.

At this time, the center of the arena was already covered with white and black magic, and the roar continued, and the necromancers and the priests who came from the surprise attack were mixed together, while Alina and Lina were avoided.

Under the cover of the samurai believers, a white figure broke through the encirclement of Antor and the others and attacked Trim.

"Bai Zhiaoguan, you are really anxious."

Trem looked at the white figure not far away and smiled fiercely.