It is a thousand pounds of stone to weigh down on your body, and to strangle you with its six thick rock arms. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The moment he was captured by the relief golem, Roland felt black in front of him and was in a trance. He bit his lip, barely keeping a trace of consciousness, and with a flick of his fingers, the "Ring of Freedom of Movement" inspires a stream of golden brilliance that clings to his body like an invisible layer of lubricating oil, loosening the relief golem's grip a little.

Roland took a deep breath, twisted his body to break free of the restraints, and flew up and kicked the golem in the chest, and the behemoth's body shook violently, and immediately fell to his feet.

The joy of regaining his freedom didn't last long, and Roland soon found himself in a new predicament—a trap in the Gallery of the Evil God teleported him and the Relief Golem into a dark void, and his body involuntarily fell downward. Hurriedly looking around, there was no wall to climb as far as his eyes could see, and he looked down at his feet, but it was still dark and bottomless at the end of his vision.

"If you continue like this, sooner or later you will have to fall to your death!"

Barely suppressing his panic, Roland struggled to keep his spell focused and inspired Syndra's chosen voters to use the spell "Defeat the Enemy First".

Zheng! Arcane energy turned into a large silver doji that emerged behind him and converged into him.

Roland secretly breathed a sigh of relief, shook his shoulders, and used the energy of magic return to unfold a pair of shining dragon wings, holding up his weightless body and slowly falling.

It is difficult for his body to maintain balance in the falling state, and of course, it is even more difficult to maintain concentration on casting, and it is almost impossible for him to successfully cast those magic spells that require casting gestures, spells, and even materials, and spells that do not require the above ingredients are undoubtedly less demanding and easier to successfully cast.

It doesn't matter if you choose "Defeat the Enemy First" or "Sharp Edge", the important thing is to use the magic to return to stimulate the Dragon Vein specialty "Dragon Wing Soaring", which can gain a short flight ability and reduce the speed of falling. If the energy of the dragon wing is exhausted after 6 seconds, and he has not seen the bottom of the abyss, he can still use the buffer time to activate the spell-like ability again and extend the duration of the dragon wing.

Perhaps some kind of psychological factor is at work, and when you are not prepared, the risk seems to be too big to escape, but once you have a plan to deal with it, the risk becomes insignificant.

Roland didn't even need to waste a second spell, and the moment the dragon wing was about to run out of energy, there was a muffled sound of a heavy object falling to the ground under his feet, and the rubble splattered up, almost touching the soles of his shoes.

After all, Roland is a college student who has received a modern education in the system, and he has not forgotten the physical common sense of "two iron balls landing at the same time" when he traveled to the world of Vares, since the relief golem has fallen to the ground, it is not difficult to deduce that he is about to land.

Boom! Almost at the same time that the Mana Dragon's Wings had completely vanished, his feet landed steadily, a cloud of dust splashed up, and a strong musty smell hit his nose.

Roland was choked and coughed twice, but the stone in his heart fell to the ground. The air here is indeed dirty, but it is better to have air than not to have it at all, and not to mention that dirty air is not deadly.

Gathering his mind and looking around, his gaze piercing through the darkness with the blessing of the "Pupil of Fate" and seeing his surroundings clearly.

It is obvious that it is an artificial structure located at a depth of 100 meters underground, which looks like a spacious rotunda, with a towering pyramid-like structure in the center of the hall, like an altar.

Roland retracted his gaze and looked at his feet, the relief golem had been shattered, and there were two spots of orange-yellow light flickering among the remains.

He bent down to pick up the glowing object, held it in his palm and looked at it carefully, confirming that it was two topazes, each estimated to be worth about 1,000 gold coins.

"I didn't fall in vain, so let's keep it as a souvenir." Smiling bitterly, Roland put the gem into the storage bag, and pulled out a scroll of "Wind Signaling", intending to send a message to Lyudmila to report their safety, but the arcane energy just condensed and quietly dispersed.

Throwing down the damaged scroll, Roland felt heavy. A mysterious enchantment shrouds this underground space, and it is impossible to communicate with the outside world through communication spells, so it is conceivable that teleportation spells are also blocked. This discovery forced him to give up the "Advanced Teleportation Technique" in "Blasphemous Star" and return directly to the "Evil God Gallery", and had to find another way out.

With the altar as the center, the radius of the circular inquiry is 100 feet long, and it is surrounded by a steep stone wall. Roland walked to the stone wall and touched it, the tentacles were cold and smooth, covered with moss, obviously unable to climb directly, and needed to use "spider walking" to climb up. He does have a "spider walking" scroll in his hand, but the problem is that even if he climbs a hundred meters of cliff, he may not be able to find a way out, not to mention that the trap he stepped on before is a random teleportation, and the end of the cliff may not still be the Evil God Gallery, and it is likely to be in vain.

After a little thought, he decided not to use the "Spider Walking" scroll, but as a way back, to take a look at the situation around him first, maybe there were other ways to get out of the predicament.

With this in mind, he looked up at the stone wall and noticed that the moss was showing mottled scratches behind it, vaguely a mural.

"Is there a Hexstow mural here too?" Roland drew his sword to peel away the moss, revealing the mural in its entirety, and the result was unexpectedly a brutal brushstroke that was very different from the style of the oil paintings in the Gallery of the Evil Gods, looking more like a group of orcs cheering and sacrificing around a god.

Even more bizarre is that the god who was sacrificed was badly damaged, with all heads erased from the top up, and can only be assumed to be a particularly strong, heavily armed orc king based on his body shape.

Roland shook his head, and for a moment he couldn't see why, and then turned and walked to the altar in the center of the hall.

When I looked closer, I found that the altar was completely made of skulls, and the accumulation of white bones was shocking, probably no less than thousands. Roland heard that there are cultists of evil gods who advocate killing, in order to please their idols, they often collectively slaughter prisoners of war and build such a bloody and cruel altar to worship the gods.

In addition to its religious significance, the White Bone Temple itself is also a reservoir of negative energy, from which the gusts of yin wind in the hall come from, which is equivalent to a constant "blasphemy", in which the undead are strengthened and are not so easily dispelled.

On the wall opposite the White Bone View hangs a large tapestry embroidered with a black iron glove holding six arrows, apparently Hexstowe's emblem.

At first, Roland thought that the White Bone Jingguan was built by the believers of the war disaster, but after comparing the tapestry and the Jingguan, he shook his head lightly and frowned slightly. The tapestry is not blessed with magic, but it still retains its bright colors and does not grow mold, which shows that it has not been hanging here for long; Most of the piles of skeletons show signs of decay, at least a hundred years old. Grande and his followers have occupied this city for only two short years, and it is obvious that this White Bone Temple could not have been built by them, so who built the White Bone Beijing Temple and even this empty and gloomy underground hall?

"This hellish place is full of weirdness." Roland muttered to himself, turned back to the wall, and looked up at the ruined mural, many associations coming to mind.

After a moment of silence, he took out a two-ring divine spell "Perfect Repair Technique" from the scroll box, tore open the scroll to activate the spell, and a golden light shot towards the wall, quickly repairing the statue that had been erased from the head, and what appeared in front of him was the image of a one-eyed orc.

"As expected, this is the one-eyed tyrant and the god of the orcs." Turning his head to look at the tapestry embroidered with Hexstowe's emblem on the opposite wall, Roland concluded that this place had once been the place where the orc court worshiped Geush, and that the White Bone Temple was also built by the orcs, and that most of the thousands of skeletons were the Kitlanders who had been slaughtered; It wasn't until two years ago that Grande took over the place, destroying the statue of Geush and replacing it with the banner of Hextowe.

"It seems that the camp of the evil gods is not united!" Roland was secretly amused, and turned to walk towards the wall where the Hexstow flag was hung, but as soon as he took two steps, the white bone temple in front of him trembled and collapsed, and a group of humanoid monsters jumped up from the pile of bones, screaming and lunging at him! (To be continued.) )