Holm's excited screams came from far away beneath his feet, and Dearlando patted the Golden Eagle on the back and praised, "Whoever sees you flying will be envious." ”

Martin's smug thoughts came out through the Golden Eagle: (Of course ~ I am the most handsome totem knight in the country, Kenda should stand aside!)

In a blink of an eye, the giant eagle was three or four miles above the ground, and the air flow here was much more turbulent than the ground, and the wind blew, and Deerlando had to lie down slightly on the back of the golden eagle.

Martin's thoughts came to him, the Golden Eagle was flying clockwise along the circle centered on the Ebony Lead City, and because he didn't know what Diarrando was going to see, the Golden Eagle wasn't sure if he would have to raise the altitude.

"Hmm...... Martin, Golden Eagle, isn't it a little strange to look at the many lakes and hills on the ground?"

After Dearrando said this, both Martin and his totem began to pay attention to the land beneath their feet. After careful observation, Martin hesitated and said: (The lakes look a little strange, not like those that have been left by the receding waters or the diversion of rivers, and the way they are arranged and the sizes seem to be related to each other.) ）

The Golden Eagle's thoughts rang out: (I have seen so many mountains and rivers, and I have only seen a similar one in the area of the Ice Swamp, where it is said that two thousand years ago it was struck by heavenly fire, and the burning fireballs from the sky smashed into the ground, leaving large and small deep pits under the land.) After thousands of years, you can still see the mottled scars left on the land. ）

Diarlando didn't speak, he had a guess in his mind, and now looking at the ground under his feet, the guess was becoming more and more believable.

If you look at this seaside land from above, you will find that it is different from ordinary coasts, such as the deep-water port of Ebony City, which looks like a regular corner of a huge circle. From the port to the northwest, there is a series of lakes that change from large to small, forming an arc.

Another such series of lakes crosses the Southwind Road, and the small lake where the first caravan murder took place is in that chain of lakes. A little south of the city, an hourglass-shaped gap abruptly appeared on the continental shelf, where there was not the slightest trace of the river.

If you look closely, you will find that the hills on both sides of the Nanfeng Road are actually opposite, because the road is very long and below sea level, as if something had once hit the ground so hard that the land on both sides was uplifted, forming these low hills.

There were traces a little farther away, and in order to see more clearly, Dearlando made Martin fly a little higher, and when they had risen to an altitude of about eleven or two miles, a clearer figure appeared in front of them.

(Your Highness...... The undulations on the ground seemed to have been smashed by some giant creature?) Martin's thoughts rang out uncertainly. Looking up from the higher sky, the depression of the South Wind Road is in fact just the tail of a huge basin, and to the northwest of it there is a larger and deeper basin, because of the obstruction of a higher mountain range, so that people on the ground will not notice their continuity.

"Does it look like a dragon?" said Deirlando's voice, whether it was happy or worried. After he reminded him, Martin suddenly realized that the basin, which was almost four miles long, seemed to be lying on its side as a creature the size of a starlight dragon.

(Your Highness!What the hell is going on?) Martin's mind was filled with confusion, (What are you suspecting?)

Diarlando let out a soft sigh and said, "I suspect that there was a great battle between two dragons here a thousand years ago......"

(What?

"yes...... What if there had been such a great battle, which has never been recorded in our annals?weishenme, our bards have never sung such a story?" Diarlando asked rhetorically, knowing that it was also a question that Martin had not yet had time to say.

Without waiting for Martin to continue asking, Dearlando suddenly patted the Golden Eagle's juniors, pointed to the lake where the caravan was killed for the first time, and said, "Fly over! ”

The golden eagle immediately turned around and flew towards the small lake, and soon reached the top of the lake. Dearrando didn't wait for Martin to land in mid-air, he jumped directly into the lake, and the gravity of the fall made him successfully sink to the bottom of the lake.

As he expected, the walls of this lake were almost straight up and down, and the water was very deep. He fell from a height of dozens of feet, and a fierce man plunged into the water and almost dived more than 30 feet, and there was still a deep area below, and he didn't know how deep it was to the end.

The light in the sky was as cold and distant as the moonlight at night at this depth, and although there were some fish swimming around and some algae clinging to the vertical rocky walls, there was always an uncomfortable cold feeling.

Since being reborn with the young dragon, Dearlando knew that his physical strength was far beyond that of ordinary people, and even the time he held his breath longer than ordinary people, so he simply grabbed the lake wall and continued to dive straight into the depths to see how deep it was.

In this way, he descended to a depth of about a hundred feet, and the pressure of the water had become very great, making Deirlandor think of his mental stress test in the Dragon Realm, and how similar the scene was at this time.

Subconsciously, Dearlando began to use his mental barrier to resist the pressure around him, and unconsciously, he found that a faint glowing film appeared around his body, although it could not form a sphere like in the Dragon Realm, but it was enough to separate the cold lake water from his body.

This is not the protective wall formed by the magic sword, the elf gauntlet that can suppress the magic power of the dragon is firmly in Deirlando's hand, which means that the liliang trained by the dragon realm can also have a certain effect in reality.

This discovery made Dearrando feel a burst of ecstasy in his heart, if he could get a more powerful Liliang by exercising without relying on the dragon's liliang, then in the spiritual competition with the dragon, the odds of winning might be increased.

In his joy, Dearlando suddenly noticed a flash of light in the corner of his eye. He turned around and saw that something on the lake wall was faintly reflecting the glimmer of light emanating from his body.

Dearlando swam softly, brushing away the mud that had buried the reflection, and a large cluster of white orthorhombic crystals appeared in front of him—it was barite. As Diarlando swept away more and more silt, larger and larger areas of these crystals appeared on the lake wall.

As far as the eye can see, the entire bottom of the lake may be crystallized like this. Barite is an ore formed by a strong acid that meets a rock with a violent reaction and then goes through a long crystallization process. With so many barites at the bottom of the lake, this should have been a small lake of acid before.

The disturbed body of water flew up and down like snowflakes with silt and sediment, and it was not clear in the darkness at first, but now it was illuminated by the faint light on Dearlando's body, showing a strange flow direction. What appears to be a calm body of water is actually a slow undercurrent surging.

Diarlando followed the undercurrent, swimming towards the opposite wall of the lake, and found several cracks in the rocks diagonally opposite, whether they were corrosion or natural formations. The crack was the widest of Dearlando's arm, and it was dark and winding, and I didn't know how deep it was, and I didn't know where it went.

Seeing that the bottom of the lake was below and that there was nothing special around, Dearlando began to consider whether or not to let the young dragon swim over, and then teleported himself over to find out what was on the other side of the chasm.

In thought, Martin's sudden action interrupted his jihua. Dearrando can sense nearby totem knights at any time with dragon-like magic, and Martin is jumping out of the lake and trying to swim to the bottom.

"Not good!" said Deirlando, knowing that Martin's totem form was a bird and could not move in the water. And if he had maintained his human appearance, he would not have been able to hold up such deep waters. It must have been because he had been down for too long, and Martin was in a hurry, so he desperately wanted to swim down to find himself.

While blaming his carelessness, Diarrando quickly ascended, and with the expansion of his mental barrier, he floated faster and faster in the water, and about sixty feet above the water, he finally saw Martin who was grabbing the lake wall and rubbing down.

Even if Martin's water is good, this depth is already the limit for people who have not been trained to dive and do not carry weights. Dearrando rushed over, grabbed Martin's arm, and carried him to the surface.

Martin's face was already a little red, and when he saw Diarrando's excitement, Gollum took a big sip of water. But then he covered his mouth and honestly asked Diarrando to drag him up.

When he was almost at the surface of the water, because of the decrease in pressure, the faintly glowing film around Dearlandor had expanded into a spherical shape, which could envelop Martin. Curiously, he let go of the hand covering his mouth and nose, took a careful breath, and then rushed out of the water with Dearlando.

As soon as the spiritual barrier came out of the water, it burst like a blister, and the two people were slightly thrown into the air and fell back into the water. The huge splash of water poured out the two of them with embarrassment.

"Don't scare me, do you know how long you've been underwater?" Martin roared with a wipe of water from his face.