Siegel whispered, and the others listened attentively. The situation has turned out to be very unfavorable, and some things have gone beyond the dwarves' plans. Irint analyzes that the enemy spellcaster, the Knox Co-Mage, Siegel adds, is already trying to harm the Guardian Statues, and it is clear that the Statues are not fighting back now. Whether or not these statues are strong enough, they must be in their weakest state tonight. On Moonless Night, the usual defensive capabilities will be lost, and those spellcasters will surely find out about this and rush into the cave, so the original smuggling plan will have to be changed. The harassment went from being carried out to being carried out on a case-by-case basis, and the task of entering the cave of the Dragon and Lion Cliff had to be completed by Siegel.

"Only you can see the rays, boy. The dwarf said, "But you are also welcome to stay, stay with us, and let's do a good job." ”

"Thank you, Elinte, and I know that the safest position in the world is behind the dwarves. Siegel smiled and replied, "Of course, surrounded by elves and highlanders. But I'm going to go to the cave, and like you said, only I can go there, don't I? I love the feeling of being needed. ”

"Be careful, smelly boy, and tell us jokes when you get back!" Dio patted Siegel on the cheek, scratched his nose, and said, "Aragami will bless you!"

"And the moon god," said the elf.

"Uh...... You're not a dwarf, so it's estimated ...... Good luck anyway, kid. Elinth, the dwarf, said, "Remember, once you go in, keep the road on the left, the more scorch marks on the wall, the safer it is." ”

Siegel reassured everyone and then began to climb the mountain wall again. This time he brought weapons, but only with a scimitar, a warhammer, an axe, and a whip. There was also a small bag hanging from the back of his waist, which contained miscellaneous items such as water bladders, a bottle of healing potions, and a lighting rod, which were small but necessary. He left something else under the cliff.

The black skulls were constantly attacking, and Siegel carefully avoided them. He jumped from one mountain road to another, and his vigorous posture was like that of an elf. Hiding on the road that leads to the Dragon Lion Cliff, Siegel gestures down the hill with a "well" gesture to reassure his companions. At this time, the light of the sun has completely disappeared from the sky, and the stars have begun to emerge gradually, sprinkling a faint glow. It had become pitch black at the foot of the mountain, so Siegel couldn't see his partner, but he trusted that his partner would be able to see his gestures.

The moonless night has begun, which means that Siegel will have to rely on himself from now on. Not far away, the steps were strewn with bloodstains, all of which had been left behind by the mercenaries hired by the Knox Guild. They attacked the stone statue, then were killed on the platform, the corpse thrown down, and the scars on the steps can still be clearly seen. Several silver coins scattered on the ground had been crushed and bent, and one can imagine the tremendous force of tumbling when they fell. Siegel struggled to control himself from imagining the scene, took a few deep breaths, and then began to climb up with excitement and nervousness.

Crossing the bloodstained steps, Siegel deliberately slowed down, so to speak, and looked up every time he took a step. In his fantasy, there would be a huge stone statue waving its fist, emerging from the top of the steps, and then knocking itself down. The imagination was so vivid that it made him nervous more than the real threat. Fortunately, this is only a fantasy, and Siegel climbed all the way to the top of the cliff without seeing any signs of the stone statue's activity.

Above the cliff was a flat, solid platform, about seven or eight meters wide, flanked by four statues that looked like squatting trolls, dressed in heavy, solid stone armor - this is what the dwarf Ellint called a stone statue, a kind of indefatigable guardian who is not afraid of weapon damage, even fire and water. The red spear shot from the skull under the cliff continued to hit the 4 statues, and Siegel could clearly feel that the energy of magic continued to gather in the statues, and the violent destructive power was constantly being compressed, maybe this was the means used by those mages to destroy the statues?

Passing through these stone guards, behind them is a bronze gate that has been opened. The last time Elent was here, she knocked on the axis of the door on the left, so that the half of the door was limply resting on the ground. The back of the gate is completely dark, but the dwarves have said that the inside of the cave is very magical, and when you walk inside, the walls will glow and you can see the path beneath your feet.

Siegel approached the entrance of the cave, and his hand naturally touched the rusty bronze door, and a hot burning sensation suddenly came from his fingertips, so frightened that he suddenly retracted his hand. Where does this heat come from? Siegel was puzzled. He re-cautiously stroked his fingers to the door, this time feeling only the normal coldness, and the jerkyness of the rust, perhaps an illusion!

He was about to step into the darkness when he heard a slight commotion behind him. The stone statue is moving, and Siegel is shocked. He hurriedly looked back to see that the statue was still in its original position, except that a few pieces of rubble had fallen from it. Siegel immediately understood that the statues had lost their runes or magical blessings, and their resistance to the common skeleton spells would also decline rapidly, leaving him with little time left, and he needed to act quickly. Leaving behind the last shred of hesitation, Siegel leaned into the damp stone wall, no longer paying attention to the sound of the stone shattering behind him, and focused on moving forward. After entering the gate and walking a few steps, he found that the starlight and various sounds outside were blocked, and he could no longer see the road under his feet, and there was silence around him, only his own heartbeat and the sound of dripping water in the distance. As Siegel was about to pull out the rod, the wall slowly lit up on its own, and a pale green glow emerged from inside the rock, which, though not as bright as the candles, was enough to illuminate the surroundings in the utter darkness of the cave.

The bronze gate is artificially made, but there are no traces of such carving inside. In addition to the walls on both sides, the top and feet of the rock are completely natural, and it looks mottled and old, as if it has been passed for countless years. The cave is ten meters wide and fifteen meters high, and it is a very rare natural cave with enough space for dragons to pass through. Siegel kept clinging to the wall on his left, remembering the dwarf's admonition to keep him to the left. But there was another reason for him to do so: Siegel was afraid that when his hand left the wall, the light would disappear, and he might be completely lost in the dark environment, never to find a way out.

It was very quiet, except for the distant sound of dripping water, only Siegel's own breathing and heartbeat. Nervous from the loneliness, the young man drew his scimitar and held it in his hand, the familiar object was a sense of security for him, allowing his limbs to feel heat and warmth again. Picking up his pace, he found a gate with an iron ring on the left side of the cave - and Siegel breathed a sigh of relief when he finally saw the man-made object again. Originally, there was a lock on the door, but it was clearly cracked into a discus by a war hammer, and it fell to the ground and quickly corroded, with metal powder everywhere. Siegel opened the door and saw a passage that meandered downward, for only one person to go up and down. There was no scorched mark on the wall, but it was a passage on the left, so Siegel walked down.

The sound of dripping water is clearer, and the surrounding rooms are all artificially excavated. They are distributed on both sides of the channel, like willow leaves arranged on either side of a wicker. Each room was small, and its contents had been destroyed by the passage of time and had become worthless, but Siegel could tell from the wreckage what they were used for: a guardhouse, a simple lounge, and a few storage rooms. It didn't look like there was a treasure here, so Siegel didn't stop rummaging through things to waste time. The passage had come a long way to the end, and it must have gone deep into the belly of the mountain, and there was a faint fishy smell in the air—or the smell of rust, which Siegel was not sure of. In front of him were two stone gates, decorated with reliefs, coiled with clusters of snakes gathered together. Many snakes raised their heads and threatened everyone who came to the door with their fangs.

Siegel reached for the snake's head with his scimitar to see if the lifelike statues were still sturdy. Unexpectedly, the stone teeth bit the scimitar, pressed it violently, and then retracted it. Thankfully, the scimitar was a dwarven craft and was so strong that the teeth were only lightly dented. If it is a hand, it will inevitably be torn off a large piece of flesh.

'Well, it's going to be a lot of work to open the door. Siegel scratched his head, for the first time he felt that he might be on the wrong track, and if it was correct, why didn't Elliint never mention the gate full of snakeheads?

What he didn't expect was that all the snakes on the wall were moving in the light, some making threatening movements, their mouths opening and closing, and their teeth making a rattling sound, while others cowered in the light and circled their bodies. Siegel had never seen such a sight before, and he observed curiously, and found a snake that was motionless, completely unaffected by the light.

He reached for it with his scimitar and tapped it gently, the blade making a crisp sound against the stone. Maybe it's the real doorknob, Siegel judged. He grabbed the relief and pulled it outwards with all his might, and the door resisted for a moment before slowly opening outward, with a loud grinding sound.

"I hope no one else hears," Siegel was nervous, knowing he was alone. He dodged the ever-expanding snakeheads and squeezed through the open gaps. Behind the gate was a huge cavern, and the rod of light could not reach the top at all, so it was not known how tall it was, and behind the door were scorched stones on both sides, which disappeared into the darkness to the left and right, so it was impossible to see how wide it was. Water drips from the top of the cavern, making a ticking sound on the ground. There were already shallow puddles on the ground, like small mirrors in the light of the lighting rods. Through these reflective points, Siegel could faintly see a hazy gray shadow in the middle of the cavern directly ahead, which seemed to look like steps, or could it be some other building. So he held the light and walked slowly forward.