Mechanics and gears seem to be a significant style of Titan architecture.

This huge cog, which was exposed in the wall or made of it in the first place, was everywhere Locke walked along the way. Of course, it is also possible that the first generation of Viku Tyr guards created this mausoleum. They mimicked the architectural traces of the Creator, burying Tyr and the evil gods he slain deep underground.

Perhaps in order to write about Tyre's heroic life, they also carved the next image in the corridor leading to the depths of the mausoleum. Each painting depicts the giant Tyr protecting the weak Viku as they fight other monsters.

From the first ancient gods to the tentacles that covered the earth; From monstrous four-color elements to giant Ancestral Dragons; From recasting the severed arm and repairing the warhammer; From leading the Veku people south to fighting the Faceless Gods who are catching up.

"Unbelievable" Demetia looked at the frescoes carved into the walls of the passage in amazement, "it turns out that the rumors are true, we are indeed descendants of the Viku people"

Demetia looked at the group of pictures where Tyr had led the Vikus south

On a distant continent, a certain Veku is crying and trying to throw away his child. At her feet, a group of beasts licked their fangs with their scarlet tongues, greedily staring at the baby in her arms. But a tall male Viku stopped him, and they gathered with other Veku with small children in their arms, and someone said something to them. Then they gathered around the tall Tyr.

Led by Tyr, they sailed across the sea through the mountains and forests, some fell from the cold and heat, some died in the mouths of the giant beasts that sneaked up along the way, and some were chased by the lobster-like monsters that had been chasing after them. They turned and joined Tyr in fighting those taller than them, covering the retreat of the others

Eventually, they stopped where Tyre had fallen, and they found that it was a forested area with a temperate climate. Flocks of fawns and wild horses appear in the wilderness. There are no huge birds, no powerful magical beasts, they choose to settle down and live in groups, they domesticate wild beasts as poultry, they look for edible plants to cultivate, and reclaim wasteland to grow them.

However, the children born between them are getting smaller and shorter.

The race is slowly degrading

The Tyr guards were dumbfounded, they had never been so deep before. It is also unknown that there are murals of human origins here

The pine oil on the torch kept falling to the ground, and Locke looked at the mural with a distraction, as if he had watched a documentary in his previous life. Intelligent beings are always showing signs of their existence to posterity or future generations. Isn't that what these murals are?

Although the murals were only a group of five or six small people, Locke's mind was like a television picture. Thousands of years ago, a large number of the Viku had to leave their homeland and follow Tyr to distant and unknown places. This seeming desire to survive is precisely because he is reluctant to be infected with a baby cursed by flesh. It was the existence of family affection that made them go against the will of the Veku God King, and instead of killing these flesh-and-blood deformed children, they took them away from the Northrend continent where they had lived for countless years!

And the power of this kind of family affection has given rise to later human beings!!

"Your Excellency?" The silence was interrupted, and someone from the guards came to report the news of the reconnaissance ahead. "In the hall ahead, there were a few people trying to tear down a huge warhammer, and we didn't notice anyone else. It's just that there's a huge crater at the end of the hall. ”

"yes, got it." Handing the torch to the guard, Locke turned to look at the light at the end of the dark hallway, "Let's go, we don't have time to look any further." For every minute of delay, the time for the god to resurrect is increased by one minute. ”

"Our ancestors have told us their stories, and now it's time for us to write ours," Locke said, smiling as he turned to look at the crowd

Lurking beneath the stone pillars that held up the top of the hall, Locke and the others snuck up to the group of people on the altar in the middle of the hall. Listen to what they know about this place and where the rest of them go.

"The Lord Priest is right. As the seal was lifted, the oracle began to awaken, and the monsters that attacked us were summoned by the oracle. ”

"But since we are divine messengers, why do we attack us as followers of God?"

"Killing these big guys really wasted a lot of our strength. Thankfully, these monsters are full of pure shadows that can compensate us. ”

"The Lord Priest followed God's instructions and went down to resurrect the sleeping angel. When He is resurrected, He will be able to control His followers and stop attacking us. Now be careful, I'm going to chant a spell to make this supposedly Titan Guardian weapon a little less vigilant. ”

"But how can the two of us take care of such a large space?" A dwarf pulled a long voice, and a dissatisfied voice came, "This hall is more than five hundred square meters, and there is a possibility that a monster from the same moment may pop out of every floor tile in every corner. With a wave of its tentacles, it can slap us both to death! ”

"Why don't we fool the idiots out there? They don't know that we're not really their people, anyway. The gnome's distinctive voice resounded through the empty hall, "The Dark Blade Cult is an organization he established, and the Lord Priest doesn't want us members to suffer heavy casualties, right?" ”

"Shut up! Idiot! The humans lashed out viciously, "We're nothing compared to Twilight's hammer!" Or our God! Why did He let us hide from them? ”

"When the Lord Priest awakens the oracle, our god will be able to control the oracle, so bear with me now. Or I'll help you watch down here, and you can take down the Guardian's hammer from above! ”

"Humph! Then Bet and I will get the hammer from above! The dwarf snorted and said to the silent people in the room, "Come, Bate, take a hand." Carry me up. I'll get the hammer! ”

The sound that followed was a bit chaotic, and the human scolding voice kept ringing out. Shielded by the load-bearing pillars that could be seen everywhere in the hall, Locke and the others weaved through the shadows, approaching the man in the center of the altar. Fortunately, they changed the plate armor and chain mail before entering the water, otherwise the sound of weapons and armor clashing would have been heard by this group of people a long time ago.

"Watch your step, this hall is full of shadow traps," Demitian said in a very small voice to the guards behind Locke, "follow my footwork and don't make a mistake." ”

"What if I make a mistake?" Locke whispered, "Is it going to summon something bad?" ”

Demitia nodded, not saying anything more. So under the leadership of Demethya, Locke and the others gradually approached the perimeter of the altar.

The altar has six steps to ascend from all sides, and is about the height of a man. There are four large dull balls at each of the four corners around the altar, which are not very clear due to the light.

The only light in this hall came from the hand of the big fat man underneath the dwarf's ass. Locke looked closely, the big fat man seemed to be an ogre?

How did ogres end up here? This is the Tirisfal Glade!

Here Locke was puzzled, and over there the dwarf was riding on the ogre's neck, and while his mouth was groaning, he was trying to hook the holy hammer not far from him.

"Taller, Bate. I'm just a little bit close."

More than ten meters away, Locke could clearly see that the dwarf's hand was only a few centimeters away from the hammer head of the giant war hammer, but no matter how much he stretched out his fingers, he couldn't hook it

"Oh! Bet lifts high! Bet lifts high! As he spoke, the ogre grabbed the dwarf by the leg and lifted it up!

"Boom!"

"Oops!"

"Hey, hey"

The dwarf covered his head and cursed at the stupid ogre below, and the middle-aged human wizard snickered below. But they didn't notice at the moment that the shadows in the corners of the hall were converging, and they were absorbing the energy that was dissociating around them.

Locke subconsciously took the DK sword out of the magic bag, and the glowing white-blue light began to emerge. Demitea pressed his hand, shook his head and motioned for him not to move!

More than ten seconds later, a large faceless appeared silently behind the gnomes. Standing still for two seconds, the Faceless One focused on the man, the dwarf, and the ogre on the altar.

It silently protruded from the tentacles of its left arm, and the tentacles secretly stretched and grew wildly, quietly approaching the back of a human wizard like an octopus.

"I said, you can't do it. If you can't, let Bet carry me. The human wizard was still smiling at the ogre in front of him, carrying the dwarf above and grasping the hammer suspended in the middle of the hall.

"Absolutely! I said can you shut up! Oh me! The Blade of Darkness is above! Old guy, watch your back! ”

The dwarf's reminder was naturally too late, and at the same time as the human wizard subconsciously cast the spell, that circle of tentacles quickly wrapped around the human wizard's body and hands. Stunned, interrupting the witchcraft he was about to unleash, the wizard's body quickly popped out with blue or shadow-colored shields, trying to resist the tentacles' tugging!

"Ahh What the hell! When did you come here?! The human wizard screamed, trying to release the spell from the Faceless, but his hands were tightly bound by the tentacles, and he couldn't move. At the same time, those tentacles were still squeezing the shield that had been deformed to the extreme!

"Help me! Black Flame! Bette! ”

The human wizard wailed for help, and the dwarf rolled off the ogre's back, "Go help him, Bet!" We wouldn't be able to live without him! ”

"Bette save! Bet Save! The ogre muttered a lingua franca and picked up a large stone from the ground and charged at the Faceless.