It is an unknown underground temple that guards the world's most sacred secret treasures.

The two of them stepped on the colorful bricks and stones, walking towards the painted board that recorded the five major races, Yin Yun looked down at each species above, and muttered: "The five races that check and balance each other in history, each has a bitter history of blood and tears. ”

"The most powerful and mysterious of them are the Protoss, who rule everything and maintain the stability of the world." Arambu took his words.

"But even the strongest have weaknesses and can be defeated. Before the appearance of the Protoss, the dragon once became the head of all things, but it was also defeated by the demons. ”

Alain Bu nodded in acquiescence, indeed, different environments, different numbers, different upbringing, etc., may reverse the originally disparity of battle.

"This underground ruin was built by humans in ancient times, and it existed for a hundred years, just to worship the two gods of war who stopped the attack of the demons."

"That's it? There should be a road inside, right? ”

"If you still want to explore the ultimate mysteries, you must be prepared to die." Yin Yun retracted his gaze and went around directly.

Alain Bu knew his terrifying experience of crossing the snowy mountains and dying for a lifetime, and he was also afraid for a while. But this time, they are two people acting and taking care of multiple copies, so there shouldn't be any danger...... Burst! A slender arrow suddenly flew past his face, clenching into the wall on the right.

My head almost bloomed? No way? Alain Bu pulled the arrow down, and sure enough, it was metal.

Although Yin Yun hadn't seen the scene just now, his heart was already half cold, and he understood that the mechanism of this ruin could kill people.

"What did you touch?"

"......," Alain Bu forced his composure, "I followed in your footsteps and didn't touch anything." ”

He was right, he did step on the bricks that Yin Yun walked on, so it shouldn't be his problem. So is it a question of growing up? But he followed the path he had just walked again, and this time no arrow flew out.

Arambou tried to go from start to finish, and the situation was the same.

Okay, it doesn't seem to be a problem on the ground, Yin Yun slowly turned his gaze to Alan Bu, who subconsciously threw away the arrow in his hand.

Seeing the elder walking towards him, Alain Bu still sensed something unusual.

"Haven't you noticed?" Yin Yun said in a gentle tone as much as possible, "Your hand." ”

Alain Bu spread out his hands, and at that moment, his heart seemed to stop beating for a second or two.

Unexpectedly, the position of his palm has been stained with a black and gray round-like thing, which is slowly spreading to the body with the help of veins, he knows what this is, and he only feels a little terrifying.

"It's the arrow, it's coated in toxin."

Yin Yun saw that he had both hands, and immediately denied it: "The arrow is innocent, this melanin was there before you came in." ”

"But I don't feel it at all."

"If my guess is correct, when the demons controlled you, this was already buried in your body, so that you can know your whereabouts at any time. And this is a shrine built after quelling the war, of course, demons and monsters are not allowed to enter, so you have to be excluded. ”

Alan Buxin said so, but what can I do if it can't shoot? This kind of tracker is simply shameless!

"I'll study it here first, and you can solve it over there yourself."

Alain Bu left for a moment, returning with his hands wrapped in bandages and his face gloomy. Yin Yun stared intently at a large cyan slate, a pile of ink-colored mysterious symbols pieced together like fragments, like words and like simple pictures.

He said to himself, "This slate was broken before, and then someone put it back together." ”

"What do these symbols mean?"

"You can understand that a text that is difficult to decipher does not need to be understood."

Standing behind him, Arambu quietly pulled out a short knife from his waist, held the handle of the knife with his backhand and handed it to Yin Yun. Some things don't take words to comprehend.

The tip of the knife stabbed into the cracks of the puzzle, and then dragged back, and all the pieces of rubble fell down, revealing a darker green color inside.

"There's a word on it." Alain Bu recognized the white part.

"The six elements will indicate the direction." Yin Yun looked downward, and a circular turntable was engraved with the symbols of six natural elements, "Abu, do you remember how the old-fashioned turntable phone was used in the past?" ”

"Don't be kidding, where have I ever used that kind of phone?" Alain Bu hid his face and smiled bitterly.

"Coincidentally, I haven't used it either, maybe we can give it a try."

"Normally I don't mind, unless you're serious."

Yin Yun's thumb pressed the edge of the turntable and turned it clockwise, and three elemental symbols appeared in turn in the round hole, and then he turned it counterclockwise, and three more symbols passed.

In the end, however, there was no change or sound.

Just when Alain Bu thought it was no show, the three patterns behind him suddenly lit up with red, blue, and green lights, but there didn't seem to be any spatial changes.

Yin Yun walked silently towards his left, facing the wall that had been shot by the arrow, he only raised his hand and pushed, and a tall imitation wooden door opened inward.

Alain Bu wondered why he didn't see it just now, could it be that the president really tried it right this time? Well, he really hadn't studied this thing.

The two of them continued along the descending path, and in contrast to this level, the lower level had a foul fishy stench, and the more they walked, the darker it became.

Two beams of bright light dispelled the thick darkness, and at a glance, Alan Bu saw a huge lead ball hanging in the air, no more than fifty centimeters above the ground, and its surface was covered with crimson blood.

He reached out and pushed hard, but the lead ball did not move.

Further in, there were dark yellow conical spikes on the ground, closely arranged to be more than two people wide, and someone probably had been lying on them, and the pointed ends were gradually smoothed out.

Also, the walls here are quirky, and those glowing crystals are inlaid in them, and people can see through their endless desires.

"Cultivation ground." He unconsciously spat out this seemingly powerful term, and followed Yin Yun to the humble mural at the end, which fully described the life and mission of the human warriors at that time.

They are the elite warriors carefully selected by the gods to fight against the demons, and in addition to a small part of the divine power given by the god of war, they also have to insist on daily exercise, fight with each other, and be familiar with all kinds of powerful combat weapons.

Not only that, but they must also learn some survival techniques and healing methods, and learn how to survive in such a brutal combat environment. Because the number of human warriors led by the Protoss is limited, once one is lost, it is difficult to increase it.

To this end, the humans consulted another equally powerful race, which at that time had formed a unified offensive and defensive alliance, and that race was the orcs.

The orcs who originally occupied this hot land have never looked down on ancient humans, but while grabbing survival resources on a daily basis, they also gave ancient humans some living space.

Later, humans relied on their own wisdom to get rid of the oppression of the orcs, and since then, the two races have not been beaten by the water of the river, and the endless struggle has finally subsided.

However, after the demon army came to this planet, it was the orcs who were the first to be tortured and killed, and the remaining orcs fled to the human base, and at this time, the human race began to face the terrible threat of the demons.

War was on the verge of breaking out, and even decent negotiations were dispensed with.

What happened later was known to Alain Bu, the gods came, and the fighting nation was born against such a cruel background.