Essalivan and Gelman arrived at the Underground Palace, a hidden space beneath the Dark Cathedral. The Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info located below the archbishop's podium, and no one could have imagined that there would be a secret passage for a day. Intensely curious about the unknown, Essalivan and Gelman walked down the broken staircase.

It was pitch black and there were no torches.

Esalivan ignited her staff with a fire spell and continued her journey with the only light source in the darkness. Gelman, on the other hand, strides forward, as a Night Elf, Gelman can see his surroundings clearly in the dark, and even at night, the Night Elf's vision is even better than during the day.

It's a long corridor that looks like an underground palace that has been abandoned for a long time. The ceilings are adorned with lights and paintings, and if you don't take into account the eerie atmosphere of the place, the paintings on the ceilings and walls of the corridor are exquisite, artistic and religious.

But who did it, and what was the purpose of making these murals?

The murals on the walls of the gallery stretched in the direction of the corridor's extension, and Essalivan was drawn to the paintings on the ceiling and the walls.

"This doesn't seem like an ordinary painting exhibition. ”

Esalivan exclaimed.

"What do you think?"

Gelman walked in front and asked casually.

"You see, there seems to be a piece of history recorded on it, like a long river, and the artist has engraved these ancient historical materials here. You see, the knight in armor, the knight's squire with a spear. There, the light mages casting spells, and there, a group of human warriors fighting hard. It's like depicting a war. ”

Esalivan is almost fascinated by it, this is not only a work of art, but also a valuable set of historical documents. But what does his author seem to express? Esalivan was curious and wondered that the world was too wonderful to be answered, and the existing knowledge was not enough to answer all this.

"This is indeed a picture of a war, and the adversaries that humanity is facing seem to be—"

Gelman paused, then exclaimed.

"It's a demon!"

"Yes, it's the devil. ”

Esalivan agreed.

"But what era is this a story that takes place?"

Esalivan continued to question, the eerie environment in the corridor seemed to have been forgotten at the moment, and the two of them were attracted by the exquisite paintings on the walls of the corridor, and kept talking about the murals.

"I don't know, but judging by the size of the humans in the mural, they are at least three meters tall. ”

Gelman replied with a frown. According to the characteristics of the current southern humans, the height of human beings is only about 1.7 meters, 1.8 meters, but the ancient humans on the mural have a height of three meters, because the top of their heads is exactly on the chest of the demon, Essalivan and Gelman have fought with demons, and know that the height of these demons is almost between four or five meters. Around four meters is the height of a common demon.

"Could they be the ancestors of the people of the south of Herrera now, and my ancestors?"

Esalivan exclaimed, and every discovery here was a wake-up of surprise for the other two outsiders who came in and ventured.

"It is possible that the ancestor of the southern humans is said to be an ancient man with a tall body. Could these murals be the product of that year?"

Gelman used his Night Elf Chronicle copy to tell Esalivan that the two well-read men happened to get together and could discuss what they had seen.

"But that's just a legend, and the legendary Cerrado giant, the ancestor of mankind, didn't develop such a high-tech civilization, you see those armor, those weapons, and airships and artillery, it's simply incomprehensible high-tech. ”

Again and again, Esalivan marveled at her discoveries that could rewrite almost the entire history of mankind.

"Come and see this. ”

Gelman approached a statue. There, there is a monster that looks like a big demon.

Through the text below the statue, Essarivan reads that the archdemon Trivank, after opening the dimensional portal, fought with Anderra's Templar human forces for seven days and seven nights, and finally defeated the opponent, however, the demon army was defeated by the elven alliance of all races, and Trivank was also captured by the elven hunters in the ensuing battle, and Carlos, the son of the human kingdom, killed it with the heart of the Templar, and the demon's plan to invade the planet Herrera failed.

As she read the words word by word, a tragic and bloody history came to mind.

"It turns out that the ancient humans of Herrera fought a decisive battle with the demon army long before the era, and the elves had already rushed to support the humans at that time. ”

Essalivan was amazed and said that if the statue and the words on it were true, it would be the greatest discovery of humanity in the Third Age.

"But I have a question that I don't understand. Since ancient humans have developed such a brilliant civilization and have defeated the demon army, why did it inevitably become extinct in the following thousands of years? What did our ancestors go through during that time?"

Essalivan pondered, completely oblivious to the dangers here.

"Let's keep going, maybe we'll find out at the next stop. ”

The dark hallway continued, but there was a bend. The murals, texts, and carvings above the corridor are gradually showing signs of damage.

Several dark bats flew out of the depths of the corridor, and the sound of their wings stirring up the alarm for a moment.

The ground is getting colder and colder, obviously, a strange power is hiding underground, and the long-term study of the direction of magic also makes Esalivan keenly feel that the power here does not belong to any elemental power in nature, nor does it belong to the holy light spell, but a dark and terrible necromancy spell......

"What is this?"

Gelman stepped on a piece of bone and picked it up in front of Eseryvan, and the human mage could clearly see that it was a broken skull. However, for the size of the skull, it is simply too large, almost twice the size of a normal human. A terrible thought rushed into Axalivan's mind.

Maybe this is the bones of ancient humans? Maybe the legendary ancient humans still live under this ancient fortress of demons?

In other words, it is very likely that these large castle complexes here are the same people as the authors of these murals, and perhaps they are just recording stories about their ancestors.

Then this planet, maybe the ancient humans of the past moved here en masse.

In just a few seconds, a flood of information flooded Esalivan's brain. (To be continued.) )