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Ian walked in a long, narrow, cornerless passageway, flanked not by ancient bluestone bricks, but by dirt. In other words, this passage was not built, but dug up, and the dwarves of a thousand years ago obviously did not put much effort under the last layer.

This time he was alone, and the silence around him was terrifying, and his footsteps echoed in the empty passageway. Ian had a hunch that he was not far from the truth, and the secret of the dwarves thousands of years ago was at the end of this passage.

The passage was so long that he walked for half an hour, using up two torches, before finally getting out of it. At this moment, it suddenly became clear that the narrow passage was replaced by a shaft that was countless times larger than the previous mine.

Ian was standing on the edge of a cliff, a few steps ahead of the abyss. He held the torch aloft, and the light of the fire reached farther away, and the sight made Ian unconsciously hold his breath.

What did he see?

Countless iron chains are embedded at one end of the cliff, and the other end spreads into the depths of the patio, and there is no end in sight. Like a huge spider web, Ian, standing under the "spider web", feels like a small mosquito, pitifully small.

"Oh my God. Ian said softly.

He took a deep breath, then took a few steps forward, looking down. There were chains on the cliffs below, one of which was only a few meters away from Ian, and he could clearly see that the chain was as thick as his thigh. As for what was under the chains, he couldn't see clearly, as if there was a black mist that permeated the cliff.

Ian took a few steps back and began to look for another way out. Soon he found that there was no way out, he was standing on a cliff, and all directions except the way he came were dead. This made him a little confused, he couldn't remember the road he had walked before, and there was only one way to go down the stairs from the fourth floor.

Could it be that this is already the end?

No, no, no, it can't be, how can this be the end? There must be another way, but I missed it, maybe I didn't see it.

Did not see?

Ian had a flash of inspiration, looked up again, looked at the intertwined chains, and muttered, "No. ”

There is no way out, and from another point of view, there is a road everywhere. These chains are definitely not placed here for the sake of beauty, and there must be a reason why the dwarves thousands of years ago wanted to build a city underground at all costs and transport these chains here. And the reason for that is probably the truth, and since it is the truth, it is very likely that it is on the other side of these chains.

Ian hesitated for a moment, thinking that he really had no way out, so he made a decision.

He chose the chain closest to him. Then he put everything down, leaving only one of the iron swords he had brought with him, and he could not ask for the rest, and then he took out his robes again. This garment, which symbolizes the supremacy of the Lord of Thorns, can only be used as a safety rope at this moment.

He tied himself to a chain, so that if his hand slipped, it would save his life. But from one point of view, once something happens at a high altitude, it is difficult for him to break free immediately. With all this done, he took a deep breath and began to climb.

The lit torch was tied behind him, and Ian was worried that it would light the other torches, so he climbed carefully. In this way, he left the cliff little by little, climbed into the air, and when he looked down, there was really a black mist below, which the firelight could not penetrate.

For the first ten minutes, Ian was still a little unnatural. After all, he hadn't eaten for a long time, and doing some physically demanding movements on an empty stomach made his head a little dizzy, but fortunately he could adapt to it, and it can only be said that he was hungry and hungry.

After climbing like this for about ten minutes, he could no longer see the cliff when he came. The torch behind him was almost burned out, he could only hold the chain with one hand, and completed the torch handover process with the other hand, and the almost burned torch was thrown directly into the abyss by Ian. The torches streaked a beautiful fire fox in the darkness, and finally the black mist was annihilated.

He continued to climb forward, this time for less than five minutes, and finally there was no longer endless darkness in front of him, but a vague shadow, in the shape of a triangle, which looked like a mountain peak. Ian thought that was the end of the chain, so he struggled forward, and for another five minutes, he had to slow down.

Because something very strange has appeared in front of me.

At the place where the chains met, countless vague figures appeared. No, it might be more appropriate to call it in such a place, these are floating in mid-air, with nothing under their feet, and each body is stretched long, long. Under the light of the fire, it seemed to tremble slightly.

Ian took another breath, and an unbearable stench rushed into his nostrils, almost causing him to cough. Realizing that these things could be poisonous, he hurriedly took out a rag from his pocket and plugged his nose. Then one hand grasped the chain, and the other took the iron sword out from behind him.

After making all the preparations, he continued to climb. The familiar armor appeared in Ian's eyes in the firelight, all of them were guards, but they were all dead, hung from the chains, and each with their tongues stretched out long, apparently hanged alive.

"Oh my God. Ian whispered, "What the hell happened a thousand years ago." ”

Fearing that the corpses would turn into attacks on him, like the ones he had seen before. Ian didn't rush closer, but crawled up to a corpse a little farther away and began to observe it a few meters away. The first thing he noticed was that hanging from the corpse's neck was a white rope that looked a little like spider silk.

Ian couldn't help frowning, and a bad premonition rose in his heart. Before, the chain here reminded him of a spider's web, but now he saw something similar to spider silk, is it true that there is a kind of spider living on it? The kind that can move flexibly on the chain, spinning silk.

This thought made Ian shudder a little, if there really was that kind of monster living on it, if he encountered it, wouldn't he definitely die, because on these chains, I am afraid that no hunter can exert his hunting ability.

Just as Ian was thinking wildly, the dead body in front of him suddenly moved.

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