They're coming out of that gray hell, and the dust yellow they've been tired of for weeks has never been so cute.

The fade of the weathered bone-like ominous color is certainly a good sign, but the length of the transition is beyond William's imagination.

In my impression, it was only a short time from top to bottom, and the gray took up the entire surface of the cave wall, and the return at this time took much longer than when it came, and there were still stubborn burrs lobulated white spots clearly visible.

The irregular spots spread upwards as if to assimilate to expand their range, and he even suspected that some kind of unobservable trend was rising, and one day reaching the surface.

It reminds people of depigmented tinea that erodes the normal skin around it, and the land is already terminally ill, and I don't know when it will come from the inside to the surface.

Even if he certainly wouldn't see that day, the thought sent him chills and deepened his fear of land.

He quickened his pace and approached Kraft. In order to save torches, they decided to light only one at a time, and now it was Kraft's turn to lead the way, and this one was not in much shape, and did not have much energy to pay attention to whether William could keep up in time.

As the white color almost completely faded from view, the two came to another chaotic dead end in stone folds.

"Wait, let me rest." Turning his hand to William, Kraft sat down against the longitudinally wrinkled rock, shifting uncomfortably.

The knuckles pressed on the corners of the forehead, slightly loosening some tight wrinkles, and the headache symptoms were subjectively better than before, but there was an uneven place behind the back that was annoying.

He touched the slightly convex position, and there was a different touch in his palm, not a bulging rock surface, but a little prickly grain.

"What's that?" Kraft stood up and looked behind him, the third color besides gray and dusty yellow, a subtle patch of green in the form of small dots of scattered crystals.

Because it is so small, it is not easy to detect in the light of the torch, and it looks like a quartz grain in granite.

It's so rare, and as a striking and soothing color, green is hard to slip under your nose.

"What kind of mineral does it look like?" William leaned over to the grain, rubbed his fingers, and licked the rock powder, "It's something that is not often bought and sold, otherwise I would have recognized it." The smell is a little familiar, but I don't remember it exactly. ”

"I advise you to get rid of the habit of identifying ores with your mouth as soon as possible, otherwise something will happen sooner or later." This action, which touched the nerves more than the pain, seriously interfered with Kraft's composure, and his expression of disgust twisted into a ball.

"If I survive today, I'll remember it." William dusted off his hands and chose a spot on the other side to lean on, and then noticed a similar patch of turquoise at his feet.

The boots cover it nonchalantly, erase it from view, out of sight and out of mind. As such, William had ruled out several gems known to him. Besides, it's hard to see the sun tomorrow, who cares about a little mineral that doesn't even have the value of collecting?

"Hurry up and take a break, leave this alone." He raised his torch to take over the guard, allowing Kraft to get a better rest in the limited time he had.

The latter does not stop for a moment in high-intensity activities, and has not yet shown the slightest intention of reaching the limit. Such a tenacious mental state is like a person who has lost half of his blood and is still alive and kicking around, and said that he can go under bloodletting therapy again.

In William's opinion, the truth is so unreasonable, and Kraft's form is improving at a visible rate. He quickly let go of the fingers that were rubbing the side of his skull, his divergent gaze refocused, and he grasped the object in his sleeve before William's breath could subside.

"The next part is above, and we can go back to this world." He took William's hand and pulled the captain up from the ground, and he had plenty of strength.

This time, William learned his lesson and immediately closed his eyes when the reverse fall sensation hit, successfully avoiding the visual distortion and waiting for Kraft to light the torch and illuminate the stable environment.

They returned, and although William didn't seem to be visually distinct, he felt comforted and comfortable back in the normal world.

However, as we move forward, the changes around us become unfamiliar.

The previously inconspicuous starry greenery on the rock wall gradually increased, forming a distinct angular block. Like a lump of sugar rolling in the dust, the corners flow through the bright colors of crystals as the light source shifts.

The reflected green light lit up in turns as the torches passed, and the tips of pins jumped out of the edge of the field of vision, flickering erratically. As the tunnel intersects with another ascending road, it becomes denser, consistent with the bonanza characteristic of the southern hills.

The caverners did not pass through the tunnel, but instead slammed into the tunnel, expanding into a parallel disordered transition of repeating deformities of the intestines and burrowing back into the depths, leaving what appeared to be a crumbling space.

The deep cracks that need to be crossed are dense and interlaced like cobwebs, and the peeled rocks are piled up on the ground, and the sections can be seen with rich green crystals.

When you get involved, you need to be careful about where you land to avoid being scratched by sharp edges, and you should also be careful not to fall into the rubble pile lined with crystalline stone corners.

William picked out a piece of it and looked at it. This mineral texture is brittle and soft, and many of them are broken and broken, so much so that some of them are ground into a light green powder, which falls when he picks it up.

The green crystals are not the same as the several bulk minerals that have been transported in the impression, but these powders have unexpectedly awakened some memories, and they should have encountered them somewhere.

I put it under my nose and sniffed it, and the dust made my nose shrink, and I sneezed a few times, but I didn't smell anything.

Seeing that Kraft didn't have time to pay attention to this side in front, William smeared a layer of mineral powder from the crystal surface and licked it curiously with the tip of his tongue.

It's a tried-and-true approach. After all, the form of minerals is changeable, and the finished products obtained by different collection methods are even more diverse. Insiders usually have the ability to make preliminary judgments through taste, and they are not allowed to say otherwise.

Of course, it's best not to do that when you're in an ice field.

"Phew!" William spat out the mineral dust from his mouth. It has a slightly astringent taste, and there is a very strong rust gas after it melts in the saliva, and I do have a little impression that I should have tasted it.

He thought as he walked up the half-collapsed cavern. Without warning, Kraft stopped, bent down and picked up something.

"Don't look at it, I think I've encountered this kind of mine, give me some time to remember." William stepped forward and took the object in his hand, and it had a smooth arc surface, which was not the feel of ore at all.

Saying.. Edition. 】

Although it has broken to the point of not being shaped, it can still be seen that it does not fit in with the surrounding area, and it is a material formed by firing clay.

The relatively uniform thickness and residual arc segments indicated that it came from a larger whole, most likely a man-made object, and he looked at Kraft in disbelief for advice, "Pottery shards? ”

Clough nodded in agreement, "The workmanship is good, not like a clay pot for water." ”

"What does that mean?" William didn't understand how a well-made pottery could be here, his intuition had fast-forwarded to an ominous premonition, and it would never be a good thing to find something unexpected here.

The good thing was that he soon stopped wondering, and not far ahead, a strange-looking pottery remains appeared in front of him.

It fell from the base of the blackened stone barrier, at least one-third of the part was directly shattered, and the body was smashed by the falling rocks, and most of the remaining half was destroyed, basically completing the transformation from "piece" to "beach" in the measure word.

As far as the remnants are concerned, there should have been a large bottle belly, and a ...... Long neck? The hollow column of the ground is one of the segments of this neck.

If you consider its original shape in this way, except for its size, it is surprisingly similar to Father Adrian's curved neck distiller, and the strange structure is by no means a container for normal life.

As the two approached, a popping sound erupted from the soles of their boots. Kraft looked up at the soles of his shoes and saw that they were not mineral grains, but another kind of debris, obscured by the dust.

He buckled off a small piece of the sole of his shoe, which was cut through a layer of skin on his finger, "Glass?!" ”