The kilometer-high pyramids towered over the desert, resembling an inverted triangular mountain. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The outline of the city was faintly visible below, but unfortunately the outline was so clean that the road was not even visible.

I looked around for a long time, and I really couldn't find the dwarven elders. He just disappeared, devoured alive by the millions of unjust souls.

I am reminded of the mausoleum keeper Little Ball Fish, who buried the dead with a shovel. At this time, the elder used himself to bury the dead, and he avenged the dwarven spirits, and the dwarves who died in the Rocky Mountains were freed.

I sighed and bent down to pick up the little hammer. The red light on the hammer had vanished, and had turned back to black.

I was in a bit of a trance, as if nothing had happened in three months, the little hammer was still a little hammer, there was no devil's river and no mummies.

After putting away the hammer, I flew down the pyramid and landed in the city-state below.

It is a sprawling, abandoned city-state with faint examples of ruined buildings, all built around pyramids.

At this time, only the pyramid was preserved. I strode towards the pyramid, which had entrances in all four directions, and it was a golden gate, which was supposed to be guarded by guards, but it was empty.

I went over and pushed a door, and it opened. A musty smell wafted out, and it was cold inside, not at all like the temperature of the desert.

There were stairs at my feet, and I walked more than a hundred steps to enter the pyramid.

It's not gloomy inside, it's just a place that resembles a Terran royal palace. Inside there are beautiful buildings and pavilions, as well as large halls and bedrooms.

It's just that the workmanship is relatively bold, and most of the buildings are suspended, linked together by iron chain bridges, extending in all directions.

I walked down a bridge and looked down, and I saw gold jewels all over the ground, covering the base of the pyramid.

It's a bit unbelievable, the dwarves don't seem to care about the gold jewelry, and if they do, they throw it away, like garbage.

The layout of all the buildings is also very simple, whether it is the iron bridge or the stone columns, they are all built around the central palace.

I walked towards the central hanging palace, but there was nothing to marvel at, the workmanship here was like a Terran mine, simple and rough.

What caught my attention was the inner wall of the pyramid, which was surrounded by many tiny grooves that ran away from the building, from the bottom to the top, and finally converged to the hole at the top.

Maybe it was a flot, and the earth fire rushed up from it, and finally the pyramid appeared.

I continued to look at the inner walls and saw many more murals.

There are murals of foreign gifts and dwarves forging weapons underground.

There are too many murals to tell one by one. But the last huge mural that caught my eye on it was a continuous mural of a group of dwarves making golden coffins, and then a little boy of seven or eight years old being poured silver liquid. The boy was then wrapped in a white cloth and turned into a dead mummy, which was finally placed in a golden coffin and hung above the palace.

The more I looked, the more I felt that something was wrong, and I looked up sharply at the sky, and the golden coffin was hanging above my head, dead and silent.

I was startled, and I frowned and flew up to take a look.

The golden coffin was fastened by several gold chains, and it was probably made of pure gold. This was normal, but to my surprise, the lid of the coffin was opened, and a bevel was lifted, revealing a black hollow inside.

I looked twice and there was nothing in it.

What about the little mummy boy? Did he lift the lid of the coffin and come out?

Just thinking about it, I don't know where the cry came from, the cry was ethereal, as if it was lonely and hurt, and I couldn't help crying.

I looked down, and the cry continued, clearly the cry of a young boy.

My perception spread, and I immediately noticed that there was a huge underground space at the bottom of the jewel-covered floor, and the cry came from the depths of the earth.

I immediately teleported down and found the entrance to the underground space, but it was a mechanical lift, the kind used by the Terrans in the undersea mines.

There was more than one lift down here, at least dozens of them, but they were all covered in jewelry. Maybe the dwarves threw down their jewels to cover the underground space when they moved west?

I got on a lift, pressed the switch, and the lift immediately fell down.

The cry was getting closer, and in the empty dark space, the sound of the elevator was very harsh.

The chains were also shaking, and I froze in my heart, and saw a lift rising next to me, and my eyes were fixed on it, and when the two lifts staggered, I clearly saw a little mummy wrapped in a dirty white cloth sitting in it crying.

It's like a little merman, with star-like eyes, wrapped all over, sitting in it and crying.

I was stunned for a moment, and the two lifts staggered by.

There was heat and red glow from below. I looked down and saw a huge metal frame underneath, almost forming a metal city.

Beneath the metal shelf, however, was a lava stream, boiling and roaring, flowing into the unknown depths.

My mind shook and I felt a strong aura of magic. It was the fire spirit, and the fire spirit was in this magma flow.

This is not an ordinary magma flow, but an earth-fire magma flow, which even I dare not touch easily.

I waited for the elevator to come down, jumped straight onto the metal frame, and frowned at the lava flow below.

Tens of meters high ground fires sparked from time to time, obviously magma, but sparks.

In the entire Hera continent, only the dwarven ancestors controlled the magical earth fire, and only they dared to touch the earth fire.

As I looked around, the sound of the elevator falling was heard, and so were the cries.

Another lift was up and running, and the mummy came down with a different one.

I ignored the fire and stared at the lift.

As soon as the lift fell, the mummy jumped out, intending to find a new lift to go up.

And so we looked at each other.

He was visibly startled, then fell silent, and after a long staring at us, he shrank back in fear, and ran to the nearest lift.

As a result, the white cloth under his feet was stepped on by himself, and he fell straight into the magma flow.

I hurriedly teleported over, but I saw that as soon as the palm of his hand was stretched, the white cloth on his body flew out, and a chain was entangled, and he hung on it and shook it, not afraid of the lava flow, but afraid of me.

I floated beside him and pulled out the hammer: "I am a friend of the dwarves, don't be afraid. ”

When he saw the little hammer, he was in a daze again, and then he wailed and wept, and the tears kept falling down, and he couldn't stop crying.

I picked him up and flew onto the metal frame. He sat on the ground crying, his eyes already red and swollen.

It was a simple little boy, a peculiar little boy left behind by the dwarves.

I didn't know how to comfort me, so I had to say, "Don't cry, let's play with the lift, go up and down, you like it very much, right?"

Unexpectedly, he cried even more fiercely: "I...... Already...... I've been playing for two hundred years, don't let me play anymore......"

(See you tomorrow) (To be continued.) )