Darkness enveloped Draenor's body, and he couldn't tell whether his eyes were wide open or tightly closed, only that he could feel the cold sea pecking at his nerves all the time, and the huge pressure almost squeezed all his internal organs into his chest.

The rattle of bubbles tormented his eardrums, and each of his fingers curled up as if they were spasms. The diaphragm contracted frantically, instinctively praying for the unreachable air until its owner was completely unconscious.

"Damn shit, wake me up!"

Someone pushed him harder, and the pressure on his abdomen could no longer contain the urge to vomit, and Draenor raised his head, squirting two jets of water from his nose like a whale floating to the surface to breathe.

"Don't pretend to be garlic!"

Draenor tried to lift his eyelids, but he felt like a nightmare monster sitting on his face, and something must be holding back the movement of his facial muscles.

So he no longer forced himself, just closed his eyes and let the man push his numb body. He even thought that he had died on the spot the moment he fell into the cliff because of his head hitting the reef or some other reason, the cold feeling was just that Styx was joking with him, making him mistakenly think that he still had the possibility of being saved, in fact, he had already passed the whole process of death, and everything he felt so far hinted at the beginning of the next life.

"Draenor! Even if you want to die, the existence of the White Refining Fire will completely dispel this thought! ”

The man roared angrily as he put something cold around his neck. Draenor suddenly regained consciousness, feeling the rough texture of Lin's face, and struggled with his hands in front of him for a moment, tugging at a certain soaked strip of cloth to pull himself up.

"It's fun to play dead, isn't it? I almost thought I had to cut off your head and feed the fish! ”

The incessant shouting made Dranor's scalp tingle, and he wiped the sea water from his face and finally opened his eyes, only to see Amoro's hideous face.

Draenor felt the unspit water in his stomach, and the salty taste still tormented his taste buds.

"Stand up, we have to go." Amoro didn't bother to wait for him to fully recover, so he put the plate axe into the wooden box and walked to the other side.

Raising his hand and rubbing his temples, Draenor stood up with something hard, his vision was still a little blurry, it was dark all around, but he could feel the presence of land under his feet, he didn't know where he was.

"Wait a minute, I remember falling into the sea...... "The last scene before he passed out came to his mind, convinced that it was not some strange dream.

"Troublesome fellow......" Amoro muttered, pulling a glass tube from his suitcase and twisting one end, a blinding light instantly shooting around.

Draenor subconsciously raised his hand to block it, and waited until his pupils were fully adjusted to the bright light before finally opening his eyes again. From this moment on, the heat of the light completely activated his five senses, and the roar of the sea was heard in his ears, the smell of the sea filled his nostrils, and his eyes saw two huge walls.

The two walls were crystal clear, reflecting a rare deep blue in the light, but there were no visible gaps......

After thinking for a few seconds, Draenor was convinced that it was not a wall, but the sea water that had been split through it!

"We did sink to the bottom of the sea, and we still do." Amoro forced himself to explain patiently, "We just happened to fall into the realm of another superior being, because of the influence of the demon ore, the bottom of the sea was 'pushed' open a huge prismatic space, and we are now in a corner of this space. ”

Another superior? Magic Mine? Draenor didn't have time to clear his mind for a moment, he had already confirmed the fact that he was still alive, and now he just needed to figure out the current situation.

"Lopud...... He's still in that church! He suddenly remembered.

"Yes, I don't know if he's the unluckiest one, we both fell into the sea, and he became the priest's target." Amoro shrugged his shoulders and said, "But I advise you to take care of yourself first, he is a veteran of the Ludwig church, and nothing serious can happen." ”

"That is, all this is the priest's plan?"

"What...... What are you talking nonsense? He would only think that we were dead, torn apart by sharks just a dozen meters from the horizon! No one knows we're alive except ourselves. Now we need to find the highest place and get back to that damn island, and help that Lopud guy while he's still alive! ”

Amoro turned his head and shouted at him, sighing before finally calming down, holding the precious light source above his head and illuminating a row of nearly completely collapsed walls.

"Actually, even I was a little surprised, not only did we survive, but we also discovered a huge 'treasure' - the sleeping kingdom of the superiors."

"Exorcists know that the ancient god of the sea fell to the bottom of the sea when the stars lost their light, and his clansmen were convinced that the god had fallen into a deep sleep, so they built the drowning city for it, and became its inhabitants, guarding the dreams of the higher-in-command." Amoro suddenly became serious, as if he had changed into a different person, in a tone that Draenor had never heard before.

"Poseidon? I should be able to understand that it is the same existence as the moon god, which sleeps at the bottom of this sea? "Draenor originally wanted to make a joke, maybe the so-called sea god was just a slightly larger sea creature. But Amoro's tone was clearly hinting to him that all of this was true, and he couldn't help but feel a little in awe.

"Ironic, right? The Tumorahan would never have imagined that the city they had built for the moon god was atop the tomb of another superior one. ”

Amoro smiled evilly and pointed to the very top of the rectangular building, "We're going to find a way to get there, I've been watching around before, only there's the closest to the top of this prismatic space, maybe my divinity is enough to send us back to land." ”

Draenor was a little surprised, not so much about the plan, but the word that came to his ears repeatedly—"we". Amoro has long been accustomed to the lifestyle of a lone ranger, always putting on a look of being unapproachable, but now he has a rare recognition of his teammates.

Before he could take a few more steps, Amoro suddenly stopped, crouched down and hid himself in a corner of the wall, as if noticing something.

"Put the cylindrical mirror on......," he whispered, extinguishing the light source in the glass tube, "I put it in your breast pocket." ”

After a moment's hesitation, Draenor fumbled around his chest and pulled out the tool, thinking it had been washed away by the sea.

Taking a deep breath, he hoped to have one last look at the empty underwater city, and after being mentally prepared, he finally stuck the cylinder mirror in his eye socket

Through the cylinder mirror, he noticed a group of eerie creatures wandering among the buildings that were almost filled with silt and seaweed.

The creatures looked like giant squids with countless tentacles, but Delano was sure it was a creature he had never seen before, as no structure resembling a head was found from any angle.

He quickly crouched down, unsure if they had noticed his presence.

"What the hell is that!?" Fighting back his fear, he lowered his voice and asked the exorcist.

"I guess it's the 'clans' mentioned in the ancient books, they are the only inhabitants here, from a time older than humans. In the mouth of the exorcists, they are known as 'Dream Keepers'. ”