There were no campfires, no torches, no moonlight, and a thin layer of water vapor in the sky, let's just think it was fog!

Litton had stockpiled grease and torches before he was ready to enter the ruins, but there were too few of them to be used for lighting and heating at night. Torches are prepared for entering ruins at critical moments, especially dimly lit underground buildings, and if there are no torches, they are really no different from a blind man. Such a precious resource is not wasted for heating. So whether it was the fire demon or the wild cow tribe, they were all ashamedly huddled together, and where they reached out was the stiff thorny leg hair, the diaphragm on their hands, and the diaphragm in their hearts.

It was their first day in the ruins, and after the initial excitement and anticipation were shattered, there was tension left.

Originally, I thought that after entering the ruins, I would look up at a mountain of treasures, treasures from the Kingdom of God period, and elixirs that would make warriors instantly improve......

But none of these wishes were sighted, and all they saw was a tall stone building. The point is, these stone buildings have no doors...... How to get in became a problem for them.

As for going straight to the temple?

The reason why the ruins are called ruins is because there is a complete rupture with the existing civilization, and before they can understand some basic information about the ruins, they can only be said to be fearless for the ignorant. Even if Yan Long had seen some of the records of the megalithic ruins in the kingdom's library, they were vague, only general directions, and there was no written discipline for dangerous warnings.

This result is also certain, the ruins are not only a super project of the overlords of the Kingdom of God, but also have an effect, and when the overlords are old and infirm, and finally die, they will become their graves.

No one would tell the world about the treasures and dangers in their graves, and everyone was afraid that they would not be able to rest in peace after death, and they would become the target of some people's prying eyes.

"Let's go separate tomorrow!" Yan Long's tone of voice was very affirmative, but he used interrogative sentences, obviously he didn't want to have a conflict with the brute bull. At least now is not the time for conflict, at least after seeing the treasure, there may be a scene of fire and merger. Of course, this doesn't have to be. Yanlong brought too few people, and he was afraid of suffering.

Well, if there is no superiority in numbers, Li Dun can say to Yan Long very proudly: "Little master has a big fist, you have to listen to me." "But he hasn't been so domineering, or rather, he hasn't learned how to be domineering, after all, he hasn't been a tribal leader since birth, as a rookie leader who has been in the position of leader for only a month, Litton is somewhat self-aware, he is not ruthless enough, only a little clever, he can't lead the Wild Bull Tribe to a higher level of ability in the wilderness. Domineering is also a kind of temperament of the superior.

There are only two kinds of people who can be long-lasting, smiling tigers and charismatic personalities.

These two kinds of difficulty are too high, and Lytton directly ignores them without considering them. The rest can only be domineering, according to his strength in the ruins, he has enough confidence to ask Yanlong to obey his wishes. But he didn't, and instead asked a question: "You can't resist the attack of the mother worm, if you meet Gesang, you will be in big trouble." ”

"At this point, I'm not worried, the ruins are so big, Gesang won't come to me to seek revenge when he enters the ruins, right?" Like everyone else, 'entering the treasure mountain and returning empty-handed' is retribution. Gesang may not be a treasure hunter, but when he steps into the ruins, he is first a treasure hunter and then has other purposes. Take revenge, for example. There may only be one chance to enter the ruins, but if you leave the ruins alive with the treasure, then the strength will inevitably grow rapidly, and there will be a lot of opportunities for revenge at that time, and there is no hurry at this time.

Li Dun felt that it was still inappropriate to separate, but he did not insist, and nodded: "Okay, but we can only be separated for one day, after all, the purpose of our entry into the ruins is to save our lives, although the treasure is good, but everything is vain without life." Finding a way to restrain the Soul Eater is our ultimate goal. ”

There's nothing wrong with that.

But Yan Long's anger is not that he doesn't want to continue talking to Liton. We all know how important it is to find a way to restrain the Soul Eaters, but you people are wasting a lot of time looking at stone carvings.

On the façade of a huge stone palace on the right side of the square, there are exquisite stone reliefs that have survived thousands of years but are still alive. The gate of the palace was sealed by huge stones, but the people of the Barbarian Bull tribe walked around the palace with great interest, and looked all the way, and even admired the stone carvings of the entire power supply exterior wall.

Litton blushed a little, he did delay a lot of time in front of the relief with the brute bull.

As for art appreciation, he doesn't have the face to put this layer of gold on his face. He didn't even have half an artistic cell, let alone admired sculptures with a strong theocratic era. The point is that the stone carvings outside the palace are too realistic, and the content of the display is eye-opening, all the emotions converge into a thousand words, only one sentence - the life of the Djinn King is too ridiculous, Litton unlocked hundreds of new poses on the edge of the stone wall corridor with critical and contemptuous eyes, but he secretly hated in his heart: it is too rotten, the Djinn King is definitely not a good bird, at most he is a faint king. Well, without envy and jealousy, all his feelings are those of a simple working people, which will never deteriorate.

Such a shameful thing, he couldn't open his mouth to refute it.

Of course, Yanlong also saw it in his eyes, and in his feeling, the arrogant and powerful Barbarian Bull tribe still had to add some labels, it would be better to say: unreliable, turtle, brainless and so on

The night gradually deepened, and there was no fire, no moonlight, and no stars, neither the brutes nor the fire demons could judge the loss of time through natural phenomena.

I only know that the air is getting colder and colder, there is no wind, but even the bones are soaked with cold air, which makes people unable to stop for a moment. And Lytton and the others are also like quails huddling together for warmth in winter, huddled together, trembling and entering their dreams. It is impossible to fall asleep, only to take a nap in a daze. It may be that a group of big men are huddled together, and there is a kind of natural rejection, and the crowd hums and chirps in displeasure.

Like a herd of pigs being driven in a small space, the environment still can't avoid the oath of sovereignty.

Basket –

Kaka –

It seemed to feel colder, and Lytton tightened the skin on his body, and the sound in his ears was a little wrong, as if it was the movement of the army's vehicles and horses. Of course, since he came to the wilderness, he has not seen a real army. As a tribal struggling in the most remote part of the world, it's normal not to see a real army.

Opening his eyes slightly, he was surprised to find that there was indeed a marching army passing in front of them.

There are no living people in the ruins for a long time, where is the army?

Lytton suddenly thought of a godlike creature that had been rumored to be in the wilderness—the Necromancy!