"And how did these monsters come about?" Anglie asked. He could see that these two people should be the ones in charge of this hotel, and the reason why they explained so much to him was that in addition to testing their strength, there was also the meaning of wooing, otherwise no one would spend so much energy on an outsider.

"From the rift in spacetime after the ancient wizard opened the Gate of Chaos. The bearded man explained casually. "Those guys either came out of the Chaos world, or they came from other worlds. Who knows, we'll just kill. It is said that the garbage on the ground is called the root of the world here. ”

"Oh?" Angle's eyes narrowed. "I've heard the name in the distant past, when the great wizards of ancient times found a very narrow stratum deep underground. It is said to have been the site where three of the world's most powerful witch kings once lived. But now there are monsters from other worlds on the ground, ready to invade the whole world and grab resources, don't you know?"

"Looting? Oh, are you talking about the sealers or the marauders? Leave them alone, they'll have to evacuate after a while anyway, and they won't bother at all. The bearded man actually had a nonchalant expression. "The most powerful force in our wizarding world is below the fifth layer of the earth, and the surface and surface are all inferior garbage, most of which are vulnerable. Although those powerful beings in the other world are strong, they don't stay long enough, at most, they take advantage of the integration of the world to snatch a little resource soul, and the invasion also invades the second layer of the underground, and then they have to leave and return to their own territory. There's one guy who knows this best,"

Angli also felt a little speechless at this time, he knew that the wizarding world would not be so simple, but he didn't expect that the real wizarding world was below the fifth layer underground.

The bearded man looked at his face and knew that he had calmed down the newcomer, and his face finally turned a little proud. He continued: "The root of the world refers to the space in the heart of the tree that extends from the surface of the earth down and runs through the entire world. There are four floors in total, and each layer is at least the size of the gem sea on the surface. I think that when I went to the Sea of Jewels, there was a collapse of the strongest empire at that time, and there was a lot of uproar. It's not your average bustle. I don't know what's going on now?"

"Can you be specific, I don't know how big the sea of gems is," Angliel smiled bitterly. He could see that the redbeard who opened the hotel in front of him was clearly a living history library. What secrets came to him, and they were casually reported like cabbage.

"It's about the size of the Sky Domain. Do you know the Sky Domain?" Femora on the side couldn't stand it anymore and prompted casually.

Anglie shook his head blankly, at this moment he felt that he was a complete hillbilly compared to the two in front of him.

"Oh.!" Redbeard covered his forehead, looking helpless. "Why don't you know anything!?See how good you are?Femora, explain it to him!"

Fei Mora nodded: "To put it simply, it is equivalent to twenty middles. Enough image, right?"

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"What's that expression on your face!!," the bearded man lamented speechlessly. "Doesn't it seem strange that you should be a native of the earth, there are so many great events in ancient history, and there are only a few ruins on the surface? If you don't go to such a stable space in the main world, don't you look for death?"

"What about the remnants of the Great War? In ancient times, there were so many wizards of various inheritances, all of whom claimed to be the number one in the world, claimed to be the king and hegemon, and shuttled through the world to rule the empire, omnipotent, comparable to gods. Where have all those ruins gone?" asked the bearded man again and again.

Angel felt that something was wrong. Indeed, as the bearded man said. There are so few ruins that can be found on the surface. "Something is really wrong"

"Understood?"

"Understood. ”

The bearded man breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good, I'm afraid you won't be able to accept it." So what are your plans now?"

"By the way, where is the surface area where the tornado passed? You know?" said Angle, who wore an honorific in his words, and he was always humble in the face of people who knew more than himself.

The bearded man touched his chin: "It seems to be a more desolate place over there, it's very barren, I remember going there once before." There are very few wizards, all ordinary people. ”

Anglie nodded clearly: "What about the inside of the Abyss Tornado?"

Before the bearded man could speak, the lobster head that came over laughed and interjected: "I remember going there once." He imitated the bearded man's tone, "That's the bearded mantra." No matter where you ask, this guy is like this, this old man's nickname is Living Map. ”

Redbeard rolled his eyes, took out a green wine bottle and stuffed it directly into the lobster's head's mouth.

"The interior is full of monsters and rifts in space-time. Okay boy, after talking so much, what are you going to do, how about joining our Desperate Inn?

"Forget it, my family hasn't settled in yet. Anglie got up from his stool, smiled, and turned to walk towards the door.

Both the bearded man and the fermora had a look of regret on their faces. "It's a pity, this kid seems to be scared and ready to go back. Redbeard whispered.

Fymoura shrugged and didn't reply.

Angliel walked to the stone door, suddenly turned around and looked at the counter and smiled, "Bearded!"

"Huh?" Redbeard looked at him suspiciously.

"Actually, I'd like to join your hotel too, but it may take a long time before I can do it. Angliel said with a smile.

The bearded man was stunned for a moment, and laughed along: "No problem." No matter how long it takes, I'll welcome you when the time comes!"

"A thousand years, then. As soon as he finished speaking, the whole hotel fell silent.

The wine glass in the bearded man's hand hung in mid-air. Fymoura hooked the strings of the harp and forgot to put them down. The lobster man drank with his neck tilted, and the wine overflowed from the corners of his mouth.

All the creatures froze. The candlestick kept dancing in the hall. No one spoke, and even breathed as lightly as possible. All creatures focused their eyes on the figure in the doorway.

There seemed to be a sense of solemnity and tension in the air.

Angliel smiled.

"A thousand years from now, I'll come back to you, don't forget. He pushed the door open and walked out of the hall, his figure suddenly turning into a dark red flame and disappearing outside the door.

The bearded man finally reacted, and put down his glass heavily with a red face.

"No problem!!a thousand years later. I'll wait for you!!" he yelled, his voice echoing through the hall.

A complicated look appeared on Femora's face, and he was stunned. Five points of shock, the rest is all astringent. "A strong man who can live for a thousand years, but unfortunately I can't see that day"

"With a light agreement on the basis of a thousand years, that guy can live for at least 10,000 years" Redbeard's eyes smiled into a slit, "If it really exists at this level." What does it matter if he waits for a thousand years. ”

"Bearded, do you believe he's telling the truth?" asked a humanoid monster with a head on its chest.

"I only trust my eyes. Redbeard replied, pointing to his eyes.

Coming out of the Desperate Hotel, standing in the gray and black wind and sand, Anglie took a deep breath. Looking at the gray space beyond the dark red light film around him. The Desperate Hotel below is completely out of sight.

"I didn't expect to encounter a hotel with people in such a place, and there are so many powerful creatures in it. Maybe in a thousand years, I'll come back here and join in to see what the core of the world is like."

He didn't casually answer Redbeard's invitation, but he really had the intention to do so, if it really existed here in a thousand years.

Flying rapidly upwards against the wind and sand, there was gray-black wind and sand in all directions, and the sound of the wind was all in my ears. There's no way to tell if you're really moving.

Anglie flew upwards for a while, feeling that he was already far away from the Desperate Hotel, before slowly stopping in the air.

"If I look at the wind I feel, my trajectory should have been around the edge of the storm, following the same wind. He closed his eyes, a blinding blue light shining from under his eyelids.

After a moment, he opened his eyes abruptly and looked to his right. "This is the direction! All the way forward should be through the edge of the storm. ”

A pale blue image of a giant storm tornado gradually appeared in front of him.

'The Abyssal Storm model is 81% complete overall and 2% complete. The chip beep rings in my ears.

"Is 81%? is enough," the blue light in Angle's eyes slowly converged. "I can't even sense the Extinct Hotel at this distance, so it should be fine. ”

He held out his hand in the direction of the exit. Plumes of thick black smoke poured out of his mouth and nose frantically, surrounding him, and after a while, he was completely submerged in it.

The black smoke grew larger and larger, spreading in all directions. In a short time, it expanded to a range of several kilometers. Form a giant scorpion shape.

The black smoke scorpion silently stretched out a scorpion pincer. Aim in one direction and stab lightly.

A thick black smoke erupted wildly, forming a black smoke cylinder that shot straight into the windswept sand. White faces tumbled through the smoke, and loud screams and praises could be faintly heard.

"In the name of fear!!" "In the name of fear!!" "Fear is the root of everything!!" "Follow the will of the king of fear!!"

A different spiritual mind filled the black smoke, gushing and frantically tearing through the gray and black wind and sand, extending to the distance with no end in sight, and I don't know how far it will shoot.

The column of black smoke tumbled, and soon gradually subsided, slowly dispersing.

The thick black smoke faded away, leaving a cylindrical gray-black straight passage.

The huge black smoke scorpion nodded in satisfaction, its body quickly shrunk, and it turned into a human form again, and the black smoke dispersed, and Anglie walked out of it.

"This passage can last for three days, it's time to go back" He sensed the arcane imprint on his left hand, the range he could sense was very small, he could only sense the general direction, and he couldn't talk. The wind and sand in the sky interfered with the normal flow of communications.

Sensing the direction of return, Angliel's figure turned, and suddenly turned into a dark red flame that shot out, quickly disappearing in the wind and sand. (To be continued.) )