Magellan decided to take a look next to the two boulders, and he climbed down the outer wall of the tower. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Then a gust of wind blew.

Magellan hung on the edge of a boulder, looking in the direction the wind was blowing.

That seems a little unusual.

It's a wind, or rather, a bundle of wind, that is getting stronger and stronger, and beyond the reach of the wind, there is not a trace of it.

This should be part of the turbulence.

When Magellan thought so, the wind turned into a frenzied turbulence.

He is like a wind chime under the eaves, swaying in the wind.

Even the towers trembled in the wind, and it didn't seem to be because of the wind, but because there was another force at work beneath the towers.

Magellan slowly slid downward, grabbing the gap between the boulders on the tower's outer wall and jumping in the wind.

After only a certain distance, Magellan could not feel the wind, he picked up speed and fell to the ground.

He was already close to the abyss, and he could feel the difference in the exterior of the building, and some kind of change in the whole.

The closer you get to the abyss, the clearer the sensation becomes, until you reach the edge of the cliff, where everything comes to an abrupt end.

Standing on a jutting boulder, Magellan had for the umpteenth time the idea of moving forward on his own.

Even a flying eagle man would have had a hard time getting past it, let alone the guide and his herd of alpacas, but Magellan alone would have been a little more than a matter of time.

The roar of the wind became clear and audible, some low, some sharp, like a symphony composed by inhuman, straight into the heart, endlessly.

The turbulent trail is in and out of it, and the abyss and the space above are enveloped by it.

Magellan put away the thought of crossing the abyss alone, turned and returned to the bottom of the tower.

As he climbed towards it, he grasped the thoughts that suddenly rose in his heart and began to reminisce.

What he missed.

A city is always a whole, and if there is any change near the cliff, it should start from far away.

Magellan stood on top of a square tower and looked out over the city.

It was the highest point on the side below the abyss, and he could see the city in full view, and he could clearly see every ruin and the truncated road in between, as well as the guides and eaglemen who were busy at the camp.

It looks like chaos everywhere, with ruins taking over the city, turning it into a stained painting that doesn't look like it's supposed to be.

But Magellan has an easy way.

He drew his sword and drew a straight line against the boulder at the top of the tower.

Soon, a network emerged.

It was a network of distinct regional boundaries, surrounded by irregular lines, where the three main roads from the great city gate branched off into countless branches, supporting three interconnected but divided areas.

Magellan turned.

On the other side of the abyss, the three main roads are still visible, but the style of the buildings is noticeably different, and the division of the areas has changed.

Coincidentally, although the architectural styles on both sides of the abyss are different, they are very different from the architectural styles near the abyss, as if the place where the abyss was originally located was a special separate area.

Magellan had the answer in his mind.

There was supposed to be a walled city.

The city was originally built as a fortress, and Magellan thought so from the moment he first saw it. But after seeing the whole city, he began to doubt the idea, but now, Magellan felt that he might not be wrong.

Only the Incas in this mountain range could afford to build this miraculous city, and they were sure to use the multi-tiered walls they were proud of.

A fortress would inevitably be attacked, and if a city was destroyed by a war, the walls would be destroyed most completely - like sinking into the abyss.

It sounds bizarre, but Magellan has found a lot of evidence to support this inference, such as the turbulence.

Of course, determining that this was originally a city wall would not help the expedition to cross the abyss, and what was really useful was what might be near the city walls.

Magellan turned to go back, and he had a few questions for the guide.

......

"Aren't you going to do anything?"

The fog echoed everywhere, and everything seemed to be dragged into a ghostly world, and unsettling shadows wandered in a white world.

The man's voice was like another ghost, echoing through the space.

"Is it necessary?"

"He's coming here, you see that look in his eyes, right? This man always guesses the answer. ”

"Then I'll kill him here and solve all the problems. ”

"Ah...... You're always ...... like that."

......

Magellan walked along the route he had taken toward the camp, this time taking a more tortuous route, stopping at the rubble from time to time, which allowed him to return to the camp only after the sun had set.

"Did you find anything?"

The Hawkmen were most eager for Magellan to find a way forward, and the more they learned about the city, the more terrified they were by the horrors of the turbulence, which was mixed with the longing for the Eagle's Nest, and made each Hawkman suffer.

"I found a clue. ”

The water found by the guide was clear and cold, and Magellan drank it carefully so as not to irritate his teeth.

"What is it?" Wen couldn't wait and was overjoyed, he didn't hide it at all, the Hawkman had given up everything for the Eagle's Nest.

"About the military traditions of the Inca Empire. Magellan turned to face his guide, "Do you know what the Imperial fortress will build to go over the walls?"

"Arch bridge. ”

It was a unique term in the Inca language, and it took the guide a while to explain what it meant.

The term refers to a stone bridge, controlled by a huge machine capable of crossing the city walls from above, and the fortresses of the Inca Empire always had this characteristic device that allowed the defending armies to enter and exit the fortress when the gates were not open.

This was clearly the logic peculiar to the Empire, perhaps by coincidence or by necessity, and in any case, the best scenario that Magellan could think of arose.

"Then maybe the arch bridge in the city is still there. ”

"But ...... here," the guide did not understand what Magellan was saying, "is it not a fortress?"

"We'll see it tomorrow," Magellan smiled, "and if there were arched bridges, the problem would be much easier." So, arch bridges are usually in the city, right?"

Although the guide felt that Magellan's hopes were likely to be disappointed, he could not bear to say it directly, he could only nod his head, and hoped that these hopeful people would not be too shocked when they saw despair.

But that's very unlikely.