The mink brought several beast lords to see me and wanted to give me advice, and a boar monster even told me about the dwarven sacrifice. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This was a crucial piece of information, and I hurriedly asked, "Where is the priest buried?"

Before the boar monster could answer, a big bird preemptively said, "I also know that he died in the canyon over there, and after his death, the mountain collapsed and the ground cracked, changing the surface structure, and finally forming a large lake, and the river in the mountain range flowed into it but never overflowed the lake." ”

I was stunned, and looked back at the canyon surrounded by mountains a few kilometers away, which was the territory of the mink, and I had seen the big lake.

Where the mummy sacrifice was buried and was flooded by the lake?

I frowned and pondered, and the boar monster said, "Lord Isera, we are all grateful for the dragon scales you have given us, so I have come to advise you not to enter the Devil's River easily, it is not for the living to enter. ”

I understand, but the elders have made up their minds, and I can't back down, so I don't need to think too much about this issue, I am more concerned about the mummified sacrifice.

I pointed to the canyon and asked, "Has the lake been moving, is there any living thing in it?"

They all shook their heads: "There is absolutely no living thing, it is a complete dead lake, and it is rumored that sometimes the lake will boil, and the mummy will linger at the bottom of the lake." ”

I pondered for a moment and said, "I'll settle the matter of the Devil's River, I'm sorry for you." There is one more thing, in about a month or two, tens of millions of dwarven people will pass through this place, please don't hinder it. ”

They obviously knew about it, and had no objection, and I didn't say any more, and sent them away, and at last only Mink remained here, and she asked me if I wanted to go to the bottom of the lake.

I nodded, "We have to go in, maybe the priest is waiting for the dwarves to return, and he will teach us how to cross the Devil's River." ”

Mink said strangely: "But you are not a dwarf, you are too risky to go in." ”

There is no way around this, the dwarves are extremely downtrodden, there is no strong man at all, I can only take the small hammer of the dwarven race to go in and have a look.

I told the mink to watch my vanguard so that nothing could happen to the thousand or so dwarves, and then I flew back to the canyon without hesitation.

Follow the river to the top of the waterfall, and below is the wide, dead lake, as if it had never changed.

The sound of the waterfall shook the sky, but it only made the lake more silent.

I pulled out the little hammer, held it in the palm of my hand, and plunged headlong into the lake.

Just like the lake water, I immediately felt a chill, it was not the cold of the lake, but the cold breath was weird.

My eyesight could see half of the lake, and the bottom of the lake was a large flat bottom, with some potholes, but no towering mountains.

It used to be a plain, but it suddenly sunken into a huge lake.

Nothing but sludge and stones. I was about to radiate my sense to explore, and my heart throbbed at the bottom of the lake, instantly blocking out all breath.

It was my instinct, I felt something was wrong around me, something was alarming me.

The next moment, in the deep blue water, a corpse suddenly appeared, all soaked white and swollen, swimming aimlessly in the water.

A living dwarven corpse!

Densely packed at the bottom of the lake, it doesn't know where it came from, floating like plankton in the water.

These are not dead souls, but real dwarven corpses, which are found in every inch of the lake, filling almost the entire great lake, and the number is probably in the hundreds of thousands.

I was horrified, what kind of magic is this? It is appalling that so many corpses have been preserved for thousands of years without decomposing.

I was motionless, all breath was shielded, and I was like a living corpse, touched and floated by them.

I'm afraid the bodies have been there all along, but no one has found them. There's a magic that keeps them in here, and covers up their tracks, and when I enter the lake, I'm actually entering a pile of corpses, and I didn't even notice it at first.

As the corpse continued to float, the water of the lake fluctuated significantly, as if there was a whirlpool in one place, directing the water.

I floated for half an hour and noticed that the corpses were beginning to become nothing, and they were covered up again.

But I came to the entrance of an underground river, where there was indeed a huge whirlpool, and the lake flowed wildly into the endless darkness of the earth.

I didn't dare to go in, so I quickly moved away from here. As a result, as soon as the body moved, those corpses actually reappeared, as if they were all waiting for this moment, waiting for me to be unable to move.

Before I could react, I was grabbed by a myriad of swollen hands and dragged desperately into the whirlpool underground.

I was taken aback, the dragon clan is not afraid of any creature, but any living person will have a sense of awe for the dead, and I am no exception, with a sudden shock, Long Wei crashed out, and my body went upward, but unexpectedly, the small hammer in my hand fell, and I was suddenly submerged by the sea of corpses and swept into the whirlpool!

I thought to myself, this is a token of the dwarf race, I can't lose it, I can't dodge this time, only fight.

Suddenly turned into a dragon shape, and with a fan of huge bone wings, half of the lake exploded, and many corpses flew away, and the place was instantly empty.

I quickly gathered my wings again, stabbed into the vortex in an attacking stance, and stretched out my claws to grab the little hammer.

I saw that it was about to arrive, but I didn't want a pair of eyes to suddenly light up in the whirlpool.

It's just the eyes of the human race, as if embedded in the whirlpool.

My heart was shocked, my claws froze, the little hammer had been swept in, and those eyes were still staring at me, making people's skin chill.

I had to give up, turn around and flee, but at this moment I couldn't even spread my wings, because before I knew it, the power of the whirlpool increased exponentially, and it was a terrifying and unreasonable force that swept me in, and in the blink of those eyes, the whirlpool dragged me in.

A tingling in my mind, like an awl piercing my heart, I saw the horror of the dead for the first time. It was an invisible horror, unavoidable, like a nightmare, I was in a deep nightmare, my body was out of control, and there was nothing but darkness around me.

"Isela ......"

In the darkness, a strange voice came, and for a while in my mind, a picture appeared in front of me.

It was a mummy covered in white cloth, less than one meter five, as if it were a weak woman, standing on the top of the pyramid and looking down on me.

Is this a dream?

I was completely confused, I couldn't feel my body at all, I could only see the pyramids and mummies.

Mummies in the desert, pyramids stand tall, and millions of dwarves worship with their heads in worship, shouting that they don't understand ancient languages.

The mummy only showed a pair of cloudy eyes, looking down at me, or convincing the dwarf who was waiting for worship?

I could even clearly feel the winds in the desert, the distant sky, the roaring of violent tornadoes, the millions of dwarves kneeling endlessly, kowtowing again and again, and then the mummy raised his arms and a red flame burst from the top of the pyramid.

It wasn't an ordinary flame, it wasn't a magical flame, two words popped into my head: earth fire.

The dwarven ancestors controlled the earth fire and forged amazing weapons, and even the weapons of the dragon knights were forged by the dwarves.

At this moment, the earth fire came out and immediately swept the mummy, but it was not scorched, but shouted and chanted like a demon in the earth fire, like a madness.

The millions of dwarves seemed to be bewitched, or perhaps voluntarily, and in any case they began to kill each other, with the most primitive hand-to-hand combat, with fists and teeth, desperately killing each other.

Endless blood flowed in the desert, staining the boundless land, and dwarves fell one by one in the howling wind, soaking the boundless desert with hot blood.

Visions blurred, fires began to extinguish, millions of dwarves died, and flesh covered the horizon.

The mummy stood silently above the pyramid, only eyes fixed on me.

I felt my claws sink, and I couldn't help but grasp the little hammer.

The ancient coldness hit me in an instant, and I was shocked and suddenly sobered up.

I was lying on the edge of a river, which was lush and green, in the lower reaches of a great river, and my wings were blocked by boulders, and I was not hurt.

Still clutching the little hammer in my claws, I turned into an elf and lay limply on the boulder.

The power of the dead is unimaginably terrifying, it is the power of another world, and the dragons cannot fight against it. But I seemed to have escaped, and was swept down the river by the current.

I was puzzled, and after resting for a while, I teleported upstream, and soon found a huge mountain from which the water flowed.

I stared at the huge mountain cave for a long time, but I didn't dare to enter it.

Obviously, the water from the lake came out of here and I was washed out.

No one knew about the passage inside, and I felt that the mummy had helped me, otherwise I would not have been able to break out with my dragon body.

Looking down at the little hammer, it seemed to turn red, as if it had been forged.

I frowned, is the mummy going to tell me something?What are the millions of dwarves killing each other for?(To be continued.) )