The distance of more than ten meters is instantaneous. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The black fog dissipated, and the calm ground suddenly had a hole nearly three meters wide.

There were no bones around the cavern, and the dirt was drier than ever.

"This is the nest of those monsters******* Les frowned slightly, his handsome face showing a look of struggle,

The crater was Fenrir's hiding place, but now there are other species living and taking root here, and if the two have nothing to do with each other, he doesn't believe it if he kills it.

Finding the clue to Lord Finica may be inside.

Thinking of this, Turce did not choose to fly above the black mist to wait for the other companions as agreed when they parted, but gritted his teeth and resolutely stepped into the cave.

The cave is very dark, there is not the slightest light source, and he can't even see the road under his feet, ordinary vampires are here, and this darkness alone can't adapt to it, but Tours is different, he is a dragonborn vampire, and his pale golden vertical pupils give him extraordinary vision, even in such a dark place, he can clearly see ahead.

The floor cavity slopes downward, the slope is not large, and it is smoother than the average staircase.

The passage was clean, unusually clean, with no eggshells piled up here and there in the wormholes, no droppings everywhere in the fog demon lair, and even very little gravel falling off the ground.

For a moment, Turce even wondered if he had gone wrong, and this place didn't want to be a nest for disgusting creatures.

The passage was dry, and after a while, the air suddenly began to flow, and a fresh breeze blew from the front, with a faint fishy smell.

Almost there!

Tours held his breath, his muscles tensed, his fingers spread, his long sharp claws slowly sinking from his fingertips, and a layer of fine scales attached to the surface of his skin.

He deliberately lowered his footsteps, leaned against the wall, and moved forward step by step,

The exit was at his side, and the wind blowing through his ears was getting stronger and stronger.

There was a gurgling sound from the front, the sound was childish, like a young bird waiting to be nurtured, and Tours poked his head out and watched quietly from the corner of his eye.

In the underground space more than three meters high, two little guys are playing in the open space, and there are two exits at the other end of the space, and the breeze in the passage comes from one of the exits.

Turce didn't make a move, waited in place for a few minutes, made sure that the little one's parents were not nearby, and without hesitation, immediately attacked, and the body rushed forward at great speed, and before they could react, the sharp claws had pierced the skin and penetrated deep into the throat.

The blood foam overflowed from their mouths, and the two little ones wanted to cry out for help, but they couldn't make a sound, and their eyeballs rolled straight up, gradually losing their breath.

Poof!

The claws were pulled out of the flesh, bringing out a dark green foam of blood, and Tours shook his hands in disgust, retracted his claws, wiped the liquid that remained between his fingers from the dust on the ground, glanced around, and turned to the windy exit.

The sound of the wind was blowing from the front, whirring, and there seemed to be a huge space in front of it, otherwise there would never be such a strong wind in such a deep underground.

"Maybe this is the place I'm looking for."

He whispered, a hint of hope in his eyes.

The wind was getting stronger, and the air was getting colder, and as Tours walked out of the passage, a gale blew in his face, making his clothes rattle,

This is a cliff, there is a shadow in front of it, and at the foot is a bottomless abyss, from which the lonely, dangerous aura comes like a giant beast with its mouth open, giving people a terrible sense of oppression.

Turce frowned, his gaze wandering back and forth, and gradually, as if he had discovered something.

The terrain here is very strange, it is obviously an underground space, but there is a huge stone in the center, the stone is narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, and there are vertical lines left by the rain on the surface, which looks like a mountain peak at first glance.

Hehe! Fall to the peaks of the abyss!

Thinking of this, Turce couldn't help but laugh, but the next second, the laughter stopped abruptly.

A shriveled corpse appears at the end of the field of vision, the corpse nailed to the top of a mountain with a spear, like the mythical imprisoned Prometheus.

Turce stared at the corpse motionlessly, his eyes widening wider and wider, his pupils constricting into a straight line, with a dazed, delightful, and never-ending bond that came from the depths of his blood.

"Fei... Finica-sama! ”

He opened his mouth exaggeratedly, with an incredulity in his eyes, it turns out that the legend is true, you are really nailed to the cliff.

After more than 500 years, I finally found you.

Turce hung his head, his body shaking involuntarily.

"Your Excellency, please wait a moment, and Tours will save you."

He whispered silently, took off his clothes, spread his wings, and flew straight towards the dried corpse.

The wings flapped into the air, bringing out a cloud of air, Turce was very cautious, even if the creator of the morning thought was in front of him, he did not relax his mind, his eyes kept staring around, but until he flew to the side of the dry corpse, the blocker did not appear, which made people puzzled and relieved at the same time.

"Maybe it's because the wolf was injured."

Turce comforted himself, looking up and down at the dried corpse, his once glamorous face gone, leaving only a thin body with the smell of decay.

There is a black spear stuck in the chest, the spear is three meters long, the wrist is thick, the whole body is black, I don't know what material is used, the tip of the spear pierces the chest deep into the mountain rock behind, and at the other end there is a raised handle, the handle is thicker than the spear body, and the style is very similar to the hunting spear used by the Amazon warriors in ancient times.

There was nothing else around but the spear, which meant that by pulling out this spear that had destroyed the core of the heart, Lord Finica would wake up from her slumber,

After finding the crux of the problem, Tours took a deep breath, reached out to grasp the spear, and pulled it out with force.

In the next second, the spear did not move,

He froze for a moment, his eyes flashed with incredulity, he was a vampire, a vampire who was about to pass the thousand-year death period, more than ten times more powerful than an adult male, and now he couldn't pull a spear.

Turce was a little angry, clenched the spear with both hands, and stepped on the rocks with both feet, exerting force at the same time.

The powerful force erupted from his body, and the stones under his feet shattered, but the spear still did not move, even if Turce transformed into a battle form and used all his strength, he could not shake the spear, and it was difficult to even make the spear body tremble.

It was as if he was holding not a spear weighing only a few pounds, but a mountain.

Turce frowned, stretched out his blade-like claws, and slashed at the spear.

While!

There was a sound of gold and iron clashing, the spear did not move, there was a trace of damage, but the fingers were shaken by the force of the rebound.

"Damn, what the hell is going on?"

He was a little confused, could it be that this was the sword of the victory oath inserted in the stone, and it was necessary for the chosen one to pull it out.

ps: I went out to socialize last night.,When I came back, I was confused.,Pass the unmodified chapter.,The chapter name is also wrong.,As compensation.,Tomorrow I'll give two more than 2,700 words.,The extra 1,000 words will be a lesson for drinking and mistaking things.。