Jeno kicked a stone into the abyss on either side of the steps, but there was no echo, and the naked eye could not see how deep the darkness was.

Steep, narrow stone staircases lead to the gates of the underground vault, the dilapidated gates shut, and the unfathomable abyss of the trenches beneath the stone steps keep anyone alive out.

If you don't have a strong conviction, these two things alone will be enough to persuade the future to quit, not to mention the intrigues that may lurk behind the door and welcome you at all times.

"Is the hammerstone in there?" Jeno looked at Lucian's increasingly hideous eyes and asked.

"Eight or nine are not far from ten, and the air here is full of his stench." Ledroth took the call, bypassing Lucian and stepping up the hanging stone steps first, where he had dealt with Hammerstone the most.

"It can't be wrong, he's still in there." Lucian broke his memories and returned to reality, and resolutely walked up the stone steps.

"Why didn't Jinx smell anything? Only the rancid smell of the dead, and the undead should not have a sense of smell. Jinx pinched his nose, thinking he had a problem with his sense of smell.

"The smell of hatred can only be smelled between enemies. Let's go, be careful, don't fall. ”

Jeno asked the rest of the group to follow the two undead in front of him, leaving him at the end to deal with emergencies at any time.

It was the most stressful moment since he arrived on Shadow Isle, and although he knew that he or Lucian would be enough to pack up the hammerstone alone, he still had to be careful everywhere, always on the lookout for his endless intrigues.

"The door is locked." Ledros said.

Jeno followed his voice and saw that the dusty door was locked from the inside, and even the metal rod could be seen through the crack in the door.

"It's locked up, doesn't that mean there's someone inside?" Sarah said.

"Not necessarily." Elise suddenly spoke, pointing to the broken cotton-like cobwebs between the cracks in the door: "These cobwebs haven't been touched for at least hundreds of years, which means that the door hasn't been opened for hundreds of years." And according to you, Hammerstone likes to wander around harvesting souls, so he probably didn't stay in it a long time ago, and hasn't been back until now. ”

"Who said that?" Jeno smiled noncommittally: "You're still too young, who said that the undead have to go through the door?" Disembodied undead can choose to go through walls. Elise, are you scared? Want to avoid a fight? ”

Jeno knew that Elise didn't want to get involved in this muddy water, so he suddenly came out to disturb the morale of the army.

Usually when she acts alone, she tries to avoid all dangers as much as possible.

But Jeno and they are good, where is the danger and where to drill hard!

This prison-like bunker felt wrong from afar, exuding a sky-high resentment, not to mention that the living should not be approached, even a spider spirit like Elise who likes to be dark wants to stay away ten miles away.

Elise was speechless when her thoughts were debunked, and Jeno said she didn't know how to feel when she was too young.

is obviously an old witch who has lived for hundreds of years, but she doesn't know whether to fight back as a humiliation or accept it as a compliment.

Seeing that the topic had been diverted from "how to open the door" to "is there anyone inside", Ezreal decided to step up and restore the topic to its original appearance.

"Let me blow it up?" Ezreal flashed her golden gloves in full view.

Whenever he saw the historic gate, Ezreal felt his hands itch, and he always wanted to shoot something, leaving traces of his visit.

"No, it's not that hard." As he said this, Ledroth had already inserted the broken sword into the crack of the door, fiddling with the latch little by little, until the metal locker inside made a crisp thud of disrepair.

"Well, you turned it on. Although I still think my method is faster. Ezreal shrugged, accustomed to the embarrassment.

Squeak~~

The dilapidated door was pushed open by Ledroth, revealing the dusty basement.

It was Hammerstone's favorite place in his lifetime, his dark laboratory, the realm of evil that none of them had ever touched.

Lucian clenched his guns, unwilling to let go of his senses as the pain engulfed him.

The black mist poured into the basement as they entered, and after walking through a long spiral staircase, Jeno and the others finally reached the main area of the basement.

There was only one passage in front of him, and it stretched deeper into the darkness, and the masonry on the path had long since turned a pitch black color from the long immersion in blood.

In such a strange environment, everyone restrained their desire to speak, spontaneously formed an array, and silently approached a darker place.

The darkness pressed down like a tide, and in the dead silence, the sound of each other's breathing and footsteps did not serve as comfort to each other, but could not help but make people think of terrible places.

Ezreal couldn't stand the oppression, so he poured energy into the glove and lit up the gem.

With the glow of the gem, Ezreal saw that the road was lined with containment chambers that resembled secret rooms, some of which occasionally exuded a depraved and evil magical aura.

Due to the lack of mana replenishment for a long time, the magic sigils engraved on the door of the containment chamber for suppression were rendered ineffective, and Ezreal was able to observe the situation inside the chamber through a glass-like viewing window.

In front of a containment chamber marked "Safe", Ezreal saw through the window a rustic bronze mirror placed on a display case in the center of the room.

The mirror of the bronze mirror was scratched by someone, and it was already full of devastation, and Ezreal felt a magical aura from it, but when he couldn't see the clue and was about to look away, a vague black shadow suddenly appeared on the mirror, trying to smash the mirror and fight with him, which scared him so much that he subconsciously closed his eyes.

"That ...... Is it a human figure? ”

When he opened his eyes again, the mirror had returned to its original appearance, and the black shadow that remained on the cornea of the eye seemed to have never appeared.

He reluctantly glanced at it a few times, made sure that the mirror was not abnormal, and then left.

He then "visited" several containment chambers, where he saw a torn spellbook that had been glued on, a music box that had been smoothed out and turned all the time but never made a sound, and a spell carved into a stone tablet that had been deliberately disrupted......

After seeing so many maliciously destroyed magical objects, Ezreal had thought that this was just an underground vault containing dangerous goods, but when he saw the scene in the next containment chamber, he felt ridiculous about the idea he had a second ago.