What's after the sixth red door.

Perhaps between these generations and two generations, Loofah is probably the best qualified to answer this question.

But she didn't ask, she didn't answer the question, and fah stopped before the seventh red door, which was about the best result in a generation or two, because even the Gray King FOX had never reached this height.

And what exactly is after that?

Naturally, few people can answer.

Ming never thought that Fang Yu would come this far.

The fact that he was able to enter the four hundredth red door was enough to surprise the queen, because talent is always only one aspect, and acquired knowledge is the decisive factor. In the eyes of the underworld, Fang Yu is a very spiritual young man, but unfortunately his background is too wild.

A week, still too little, too little, she couldn't help but shake her head.

But there's no way around it—

It's just that Fang Yuan, who is coming out of the sixth red door with a disgraced face, obviously can't understand it—because before that, he had never known everything about the Hall of a Thousand Gates, and naturally he didn't know what the footprints of his predecessors were here.

The only thing he knew was Ragnarok's participant who had fallen through the two hundred and thirty doors, but the latter was clearly no longer his reference at the moment. The sixth level of the Hall of a Thousand Doors was full of all kinds of unbelievable calculations, and after he came out of the last red door, he only felt that his head was bigger.

The computing power test here is very different from the popular games outside. It actually asked the alchemist to reverse calculate the control of the opponent's computing power for the flexible construction, so as to achieve the purpose of predicting the movement trajectory of the opponent's flexible construction.

It's just a fantasy -

But Fang Yu relied on his in-depth mastery of the two skills of multiple parallelism and margin, as well as his incomparably strong computing power, and he really calculated it. It was only after leaving the sixth red door that he relaxed and thought about it carefully—in fact, the 'hide-and-seek' game of clockwork goblins between alchemists was not a kind of calculative solution and counter-solution?

This kind of skill is originally hidden in the daily operation of the combat craftsman, but this level is just taken out alone to strengthen the training. And after experiencing this level, Fang Yu did feel that he had gained a lot.

At least when he 'hides and seek' with other craftsmen in the future, he can confidently beat all his peers who have not gone through this test. Of course, at the same time, he couldn't help but think that if he hadn't entered the Hall of a Thousand Doors and hadn't encountered such an opportunity, what would have been the result?

There is no doubt that it may not have much impact on his future choices. It's just that when he meets those top craftsmen who have undergone intensive training in this level in the future, he will suffer a considerable loss in the calculation and inverse calculation of computing power.

As for the difference in experience in other levels, it is even more difficult to estimate.

Thinking of this, Fang Yu couldn't help but feel a little uneasy in his heart—he originally thought that this was the condition given to him by Odin and the great gods—but now it seemed that he was completely thinking too much.

It's just that Odin and the gods are not related to him, so why should he be given such a chance? Of course, Fang Yu couldn't take all this for granted, maybe it was due to the Fenris incident, but what does the Fenris incident have to do with Ragnarok and other guilds?

He could only think of one reason.

That's what the forerunners agreed to -

The previous generation of callers is passing on the concept of the competition in this way, so that the glory of an era will not be cut off behind them.

Such a feeling.

There was a faint stream of heat trickling through his heart, and those originally diluted and vague impressions became clear again at this moment. Something unspeakable, like a dream, returned to the depths of his heart.

Because the Forerunners never left, they were always here.

And this is the era of the Star Gate in his mind.

There may be conspiracy, and there may be self-interest, but in the end, the light of hope and idealism is still there.

Fang Yu gently pushed open the next door.

He felt more and more that he could not live up to this good intention, maybe there will always be a moment when people stop, but that must be the moment when he tried all his efforts and exhausted all means to confirm that he could no longer move forward.

Only in this way will he not fail to live up to the trust that these people place in him.

Of course, no one will tell him -

From the moment he pushed open the four hundredth red door, everything that followed was really too much for him to think about.

Either way, all that remained for Fang Yu was to move on—he was stunned as he entered the door of the seventh level—and there was a familiar scene in front of him, with wide, bright workshop windows, soft sunlight shining in from the street outside—long tables stacked with all sorts of tools and parts.

In the hanging cabinet on the side, rows of flexible constructions that have been built or only half completed, a steel golem sits in the corner of the workshop with its head down, and a third-third of the scaffolding has been erected on it.

It's just that the scaffolding is empty.

Outside the window, the greenery is green, and the sunlight shines through the huge leaves of the sycamores, leaving a pale yellow mark along the veins - over the babbling river to a street nearby. Fang Plover was familiar with that place, there was an inn on the other side of the street, where he had lived for a long time.

That place is called Kapka.

Everything here at this moment was exactly the same as what he had seen when he was an apprentice.

It's just that there is not a single person in the huge workshop. Only one monotonous, stereotyped and neutral voice told him about the challenge of this level.

This challenge is a little too simple in Fang's opinion:

Craft a Magister.

This simple beginning is the beginning of the seventh level.

……

"Who's where?" Leia asked solemnly.

There was a soft 'click' in the darkness—but a series of bone-pounding rattles, to be exact—and then, under the watchful eye of the earnest lady, a gray skeletal head rolled out of it.

The bone-headed head was stuck between the cracks in the floor, and two flames suddenly lit up in its dark eyes, and it opened its mouth and replied one by one, "Ah, sorry, it's down there," and it replied upside down, "I scared you, ma'am." ”

There was another clicking sound in the darkness.

A skeleton of bones draped in robes, but without a head, came out crookedly, picked up his head, slung it around his neck, and shook it twice.

Then it looked up and watched as Leia raised her hands: "Don't be nervous ma'am, it's just that this body has been a little shaky since the last time - damn lady, ah, I didn't mean you - Lady Leia-Sennar, Grand Master of the Knights of the Word, I just hate cats a little......"

It lifted its chin and clicked and twisted it before it was finally fully fixed and breathed a sigh of relief.

With a heart-palpitating flame flashing in its eyes, it bowed its head and bowed lightly to Léa Sennar: "My name is Donde, and I'm from ...... Forget it, where you came from that was already in my life, and I'm sure you don't care too much. ”

Léa recognized it as a lich.

The Lich is strong and weak, but it is no more than that for her.

She blinked slightly, "Who are you?" He added earnestly: "What is the purpose of coming here?" ”

"Don't worry, ma'am," replied Donde, with his mouth wide open, "I'm not here for you, I'm just here for the master, who happens to be absent, but I can wait here for a while." ”

It looked across from Leia and asked, "Can I sit here?" ”

It asked, "I mean, you don't have any unnecessary misconceptions about undead creatures, do you?" I've heard that your Knights of the Word ......"

"Sit down," Léa interrupted, "I'm not like them. ”

"Of course," Tang De complimented, "you are the Chosen One, naturally different from those wooden heads, then I will sit here, don't worry, I often use deodorizers, and there is no rancid smell on this body." ”

This made Leia frown, and gave the Tuberculosis Lich an angry look. If it didn't mention it, she didn't actually remember the disgusting things.

However, she still maintained a basic vigilance, looked at this rib frame, and asked, "You came to find the owner here?" ”

"I have brought some news," replied Donde, "in order to seek the help of the master here." ”

"Some news, is it related to Nevad?"

"Almost, it's not that I can't tell you, Lady Léa-Sennar," replied Donde, "it's just that some unscrupulous people are trying to attack this place, and I've heard they're interested in a little one, but I guess the owner of this place doesn't want these people to make trouble on his turf—"

Leia was slightly stunned, and suddenly frowned.

She stood up and asked, "Who are you, and what you say is true?" ”

Of course, she was standing in her own chair - otherwise she would have been shorter to stand up than to sit down.

……

A shadow was emerging from the edge of the forest.

It was a myriad of shadows and shadowy dark red spots of light, and there was a clattering sound that slanted through the jungle.

It was like an army.

But it does not belong to the world of the living.

If a passing hunter saw this, he would probably be frightened and his legs would go limp—the last time there was an undead attack in the south was more than a decade ago. And since the Battle of Byrne, because of the purge of the cultists, the establishment of the Southern Alliance, a new order has been reshaped and nurtured in the entire South from Dulun to Van Rick.

This order brought about ten years of good weather, peace and tranquility.

But such days seem to be moving away.

The young alchemist palely watched as such undead walked through the mountains and forests—a little frightened, knowing that their target was not his own. The messenger stepped out from behind him, silently observing the young man with little courage—

A flash of contempt flashed in his eyes.

His face was paler than the last, and his cheeks still bore the scars of the battle of Fort Worm, and eternal life had an eternal price, but the greater scars were in his heart, and the thought of the troubles he might encounter made him even more gloomy with hatred for all that time.

It's the same in Dorifin, and it's also in Castle Worm, the good luck of the past six months seems to be coming to an end, and he has encountered an inexplicable spoiler twice in a row, and two consecutive misses have greatly reduced his status in the eyes of that adult.

"Don't be afraid," but the messenger comforted the young man softly, "we are still allies, and the power you have always dreamed of is within reach, and now that we are fighting side by side, you don't have to think too much." ”

"Of course I understand," replied the young man, stammering a little, "but I'm just a little unaccustomed." ”

The messenger sneered secretly.

He asked, "So are you sure those people have left?" ”

"Of course, I watched Odin leave with those men," said the young man, adding, "It should be so." ”

The Courier frowned, that's why he didn't like the Chosen One, they were always so unreliable.

However, he did not reproach, only reminded: "This task is important to us. ”

"I understand," the young man hurriedly said, "and my teacher has also sent back news. ”

"That's good."

"But we don't have to worry about those people, do we," the young man asked, "we have ......."

"There is nothing wrong with prudence," replied the messenger, "remember this and you may be able to use it in the future." ”

The young man shut his mouth in sneer.

Just as the two were talking, a black flame suddenly rose from the dead leaves in front of them.

This spectacle made the two of them stop at the same time and look in that direction. The young man hadn't reacted yet, but the courier had a solemn look on his face—the deeper the flames grew higher and higher, eventually forming a humanoid shape.

The black flames were mixed with purple flames, and the flames twisted into a hoarse voice from them: "Haven't you arrived yet?" ”

The messenger took a step forward respectfully, bowed his head, and said, "We are already in Nevad, and the Tower of Summer End is in sight, my lord." ”

"Very well," replied the hoarse voice, "don't let me down—nothing else matters, catch the teenager." ”

"I understand," said the messenger, lowering his head, and a drop of sweat oozed from his pale forehead, "Lord Vanriet." ”

But there was no response for a long time.

After a while, the young alchemist couldn't help but remind him, "That thing is gone, Master Courier......"

That thing?

The messenger looked up, glanced at the dead leaves that had been burned to ashes, then looked back at the young man strangely, shook his head and did not answer, but walked forward with his staff of necromancy. But after walking a few steps, he turned around and replied coldly:

"Keep up, we're running out of time."

……

Level 7 begins with crafting a magic channel.

It's just that its end was somewhat unexpected by Fang Yuan.

It was a huge hall, as large as the temple of the kingdom of giants—towering arches, one after the other, densely packed around the hall—and when it looked up, there was only a deep vault above the hall.

But the vault was no ordinary one, and it was surrounded by silver rails and stars made of metal. They follow a slow orbit every forty-nine days, circumnavigating one circumference, on which are recorded the calendars of the dwarves.

And dotted with stars—and beneath the dome—are rows of bookshelves more than ten meters high, standing between the arches. They form a ring that surrounds the center of the hall.

In that place, the shadow of a skeleton stood silently.

It was a dragon.

It was once famous, but now it is silent.

It died at the hands of the dwarven hero Warit, the most famous of the five dragon-slaying swords, so much so that it was considered the last dark dragon in the world for a long time in mortal history.

All the way up to Nicol Bolas's reappearance.

It is only then that people are beginning to realize that the former enemy may return.

But at least in this place, this dead and silent skeleton still tells the epic of those heroes of the past.

And when Fang Yu looked up at this scene, he instinctively recognized this place—this was the sacred place of the dwarven craftsmen, and it was also their largest hall under Eldron, the Casting Hall.

The assessment of the seventh red door is carried out here, and the content of the assessment is only a simple sentence:

"Forge Legends."

Fang Yu didn't know that this was where Loofah stopped, but when he saw this topic, he couldn't help but feel a sense of surprise in his heart.

What is Casting Legends?

He had forged a legend, a pair of delicate daggers, with the marks of starlight forging on the blades; And by chance, the pair of daggers given to Miss Alyssa have become the only legendary magic wizards he has ever made.

That's enough to be proud of.

But that is the end of this pride.

Fang Yu never thought that the last door of the seventh level would be such a request. Although along the way, he has gone through the assessment of craftsmen's production, and vaguely guessed that the bottom of this level may be related to production.

But forging legends......

It's a bit too big.

Because the deeper he delved into the realm so far, the more he felt powerless with legendary items. Because except for that one single coincidence, no matter how much he tried, he couldn't craft another legendary item.

Although Miss Tata told him that the core of making a legend is inspiration, he also had a legend inspiration, but he didn't know how to use it.

He didn't try.

Various attempts were made, but all of them ended in failure.

But this hurdle-

The neutral voice told him that he had to succeed or stop there.

"How much time do I have?" Fang Yu couldn't help but ask.

He didn't think he would get an answer.

And the voice told him, "You have time." ”

"Or until you throw in the towel—"

Hearing this, Fang Yu pursed his mouth slightly, realizing that this would be a long challenge.

……