The ubiquitous dust is unpleasant.

Ever since stepping into the Iron Curtain City, the world has lost its color. The view was blocked by a thick gray fog, a world that was darker than the dark night without light, and even the faint silhouette could not be seen fifteen meters away.

This dust is not ordinary soot, but magical dust that can petrify exposed skin. If you inhale a lot of this mana dust, even your lungs will be petrified.

Under the threat of such a thing, no one would want to talk outside at all. Even Roland pulled up his hood and completely wrapped his face with a strip of cloth, leaving only his two eyes exposed.

Therefore, although it is full of people, it is as quiet as ruins. The only sound was a faint sound coming from a billboard on the side of the road, which was not visible at all in the fog.

"Welcome...... Squeak - White ...... This is the Seven Rings...... Iron Curtain City ...... Please...... Airplanes...... Line 2 ......"

The backs of these meter-wide glass panes are carved with circuits of projection and sound illusion and hang on the walls of the shops on either side of the road. Most of these shops are closed, and the front of the door is full of dust, and a few black stains that have been simply wiped can be seen on the ground.

At first glance, this looks like a decade after the extinction of humanity. Countless silent ghosts roam the abandoned city.

In terms of technical difficulty, these billboards are the simplest enchanted items, and within the fourth ring of the White Tower, these items can't even be sold for scrap price.

Because the magic circles of these enchanted items are not carved into some tiny thing - such as a badge, there is no difficulty in carving such a large area, even a wizard apprentice can make two or three in an afternoon from a textbook.

Maybe a few years ago, these "big crystals" that could animate and talk would have amazed hillbillies who had just arrived from places like Carral. But now, under the radiation of the ubiquitous magic dust, the sorcery circuits etched into these billboards have melted and glued together. Patches of blackened marks appeared on the back of the glass panes covering the wiring, and from time to time bursts out a cloud of electric sparks and black smoke.

The images on the billboards have been distorted to resemble abstract works of art, barely making sounds that are not only staccato but also interspersed with sounds like screams and eerie laughter.

However, if Roland hadn't deliberately stepped forward to look, they wouldn't have seen the billboard under the thick fog.

So the sounds seem to come from the sky. Or it was sent out by the unjust spirits, surrounding Roland and them, and they couldn't find the source at all.

Claudia had never seen anything like it.

She looked around, suspecting that there were dead people lurking around the team with bad intentions, and seeing that Roland's expression was calm, she couldn't say anything.

The most important thing is that Robert and Roland's statements before entering are really a bit scary. The kind of dust that turns into stone statues when you breathe in it sounds terrifying. She pressed her hand tucked into her sleeve on her neckline even when she looked around, lest the scarf she hastily wrapped around would be torn off because she shook her head too much.

Now Claudia even breathes very lightly, her mouth is closed, and her eyes are slightly narrowed. It took a long time to swallow even saliva, let alone talk to Roland.

Anjoth, Joseph, and Robert were very similar, staring at the front in silence, not speaking, and making no unnecessary movements.

And Roland looked around with some nostalgia, looking down at the ground from time to time.

He was much more receptive to the city than the other three.

Excluding the lethality of these "smogs", the city is like the fog capital of the late stages of the First Industrial Revolution.

At that moment, the sound of heavy breathing caught the attention of the four of them.

Look back. Roland and the others found out that it was a middle-aged man with a depressed face.

He didn't wrap himself tightly like Roland and the others. Instead, he wore a rough and durable black linen suit, which simply covered most of his body.

The middle-aged man's bare hands and cheeks were covered with large grayish-white marks, like scorch marks left by the fire. It's just that each of these gray-white marks is as high and raised as a tumor, which is particularly eye-catching.

Because of the huge exertion of physical strength, he gasped heavily, and there were shallow gray-white marks around his lips and nostrils. It's as if the tall marks have been roughly smoothed out.

Through his slightly open mouth, you can see that even the inside of his mouth can see a little gray-white mark.

His eyes were almost gray white, both in the pupils and in the whites of his eyes, so that at first glance it looked as if there was a thick layer of pannus on his eyes.

He was hunched over at the moment, pulling the flatbed truck behind him step by step very seriously and slowly.

The middle-aged man walked up to Roland and them. From the hoarse voice like a crow, he spoke at Robert and asked in a low voice, "Do you want to stay in the hotel?" ”

His voice was hoarse and dry, not like a middle-aged man in the prime of life, but a bit like a decrepit old man.

Robert just shook his head silently, not wanting to speak in this environment.

The old man was not in a hurry, so he pushed the cart and walked side by side with Robert. Robert is fast, and he is fast; Robert is slow, and he is slow.

The heavy wheezing like pulling a bellows couldn't help but make Robert and the others feel agitated.

At this time, Claudia keenly noticed that the flatbed truck pulled by the middle-aged man behind him was all gray-white gravel like a broken plaster statue, and the terrifying association made her feel creepy, and she couldn't help but walk closer to Roland.

Roland seemed to think of something, and didn't make a sound, just turned his head and looked at An Ruosi quietly.

An Ruosi nodded, took off his mask slightly, covered his mouth with his hand, and made a faint voice: "What's the name of your hotel?" ”

"My inn ......," the middle-aged man with a hoarse voice laughed rattling, "isn't that just around the corner......

Robert and the others couldn't help but be surprised, but Roland sneered silently, and the corners of his mouth crossed a mocking arc.

The group looked up and saw an extremely normal inn appear in front of them.

Slightly withered yellow vines are wrapped around the gate and signboard, and there are two gray gargoyle statues at the entrance of the hotel.

The sign reads "Gargoyle Hotel" and "Please be careful with your luggage" written three times in Falaro, Karar, and Titan.

The moment Roland saw the sign, the gray smoke that filled the surroundings was also instantly discharged, and the air around him became extremely clear.

But here's where it's all about - how can there be a normal hotel in the city?

You know, Roland, they were walking on the road before.

How could there be an inn in the middle of the avenue?

And even if you can't see the long road clearly because of the dense fog, how can you not even know that a hotel has appeared in front of you?

Turning his head, the figure of the middle-aged man had disappeared; Looking back, there was still a thick gray fog.

An Ruosi tried to walk into it, but found that he didn't even have a line of sight of fifteen meters, and the thick gray smoke and dust even disoriented him, and it took him a long time to return to his original place.

Only then did several people realize that they could not go back.

The only good news was that Robert and Anros no longer felt the presence of magic dust, so Roland and the others took off their masks under the guidance of the two of them, and took a few good breaths of fresh air. An Ruosi and Claudia, who were slightly in poor health, were even soaked with sweat on their faces.

"Did you only go in?"

An Ruosi finally realized that he didn't seem to be asking that sentence, and felt that he seemed to have turned something wrong, his voice couldn't help but be a little smaller, and his eyes dodged.

Roland walked up to him and grabbed his hand hard.

Robert sighed deeply, and didn't blame An Ruosi, but replied: "There is only one way." We had to go in. ”

"The good news is that we have quite a few wizards here, and we can probably find a way out."

"Me and the little man in the back are priests by profession."

Roland added.

"Great! Seven gods bless! Robert finally had a smile on his face, "I feel like it's a new trick made by the bunch of things that crawled out of the grave." If there is a pastor, it will solve a lot of problems—"

Roland nodded approvingly, and obediently did not speak.

It's just that in his heart, Roland couldn't help but curse Robert.

He knew in his heart that this was something made by the deceased, and it was clearly a trap set by "waste"!

"The Cursed Inn" - this is not a copy that Roland's current level can solve.

I had no choice but to escape. I hope that the "waste" will be merciful, just investigate it a little, and don't do too much.

Otherwise......

A cold glint flashed in Roland's eyes.

I can only continue the glorious tradition of Roland blowing up wherever he goes. (To be continued......)

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