The space of this ruin is much larger than Sheier imagined, and Sheil has been wandering in the ruins for a whole day without finding any sign of exit.
Don't say it... She didn't even find a light source in the ruins, but she did encounter many dangerous monsters.
This also caused Sheier's injuries in the battle to become more serious, and even the only raw spar for lighting was consumed.
At present, it is the faint light emanating from the Spirit of Frost that guides her forward.
There is also bad news, Sheier's magic is about to bottom out.
The spirit of frost that had been surrounding Sheier suddenly floated forward and landed not far ahead.
"Chairs? Why are there chairs here?"
Sheier dragged her tired body slowly to the broken bench, and the light emitted by the spirit of frost allowed her to see things less than one meter clearly.
"Who used to live here."
Sheier's hand touched the bench, which was stained with a lot of dust, and the material Sheier had never seen before.
The Spirit of Frost drifted to the other side, where it looked like a bookshelf.
"No, these books are so corroded... wait."
Sheiel directed the spirit of frost to float to another corner again, where she saw a cube creation, which seemed to be a metal box.
"Treasure chest?"
Shearer suddenly remembered the episodes that would appear when he was reading some adventure stories in the "moving library".
But the surface of this treasure chest is very smooth, without any gold and silver jewelry decoration at all, and it is still made of a special metal.
Sheer has seen this metal... It's everywhere in Nolan's subterranean ruins.
She fumbled around the metal box, and the next second, the metal box made a strange noise, and then it split into two and turned into a three-layer structure.
"Cool!?"
At this moment, Sheier felt an icy aura in the metal box, but as the cold air dissipated, what appeared to Sheier was twelve round metal bottles, which contained a golden potion.
These potions are why she came to this ruin.
"Even if you find a treasure and can't take it back, it doesn't make sense..."
Sheier picked up one of the potions, then found a corner with some difficulty and sat down.
She felt groaning pains all over her body.
The spirit of frost floated to the position of Sheier's left leg.
"Has the blood stopped?" Sheier looked at the bandage on her left leg. She suffered a lot of injuries during the battle, the most serious of which was the wound on her left leg.
She spent half a day walking aimlessly in the underground ruins, almost exhausting all her physical strength.
"You want me to rest here? If you're sleepy too, go to sleep."
After Sheyer gave the Frost Spirit an order to rest, the lights surrounding her gradually dimmed, and finally disappeared.
It didn't take long for her to be completely devoured by the darkness ushered in from all directions.
Sheier covered his forehead. The mental shock caused by those monsters did not completely subside, but it was not that serious. At most, it made Sheier feel very disappointed.
As long as normal human beings stay in this dark environment for a long time, and are seriously injured and endure hunger and loneliness, they will be very lost.
Although Sheil can create fire magic, she dare not light a bonfire when she is resting.
The bonfire does not know what kind of terrifying monsters it will attract.
Pain and fatigue swept over Sheiel. She searched for the items she was carrying, and suddenly remembered that items such as food and the original spar lamp were carried by the entourage.
trouble.
Sheila can already feel her consciousness becoming more and more blurred, but now is not the time for her to sleep, she needs to persist until the spirit of frost reawakens before she can rest.
Need to divert attention.
Sheier waved her hand to open the magic web interface, but when she was about to log in to the caster forum, Sheier subconsciously chose the text message.
"Are you there?"
Sheil sent a message to the messenger and waited quietly for his reply.
"Of course, so what's the matter this time?"
Seeing the reply given by the fire passer, Sheier's inner disappointment was instantly dispelled a lot.
But the pain from the wound on his body was a reminder of how bad Sheel's condition was.
Maybe you're going to die here
This somewhat desperate idea popped up in Sheier's mind, and she searched for an exit for almost twenty-five hours but found nothing at all.
I don't know how far it is from the ground, and in her state, no one can hear her even calling for help.
With this somewhat hopeless thought in mind, Sheier made a presumptuous request to the passerby in the text message.
"Can you communicate with me by voice?"
Sheer decided to find out who the fire-bearer was before dying, starting with the voice.
"you sure?"
"Sure."
After Scheyer sent this message, he received a request for a voice communication from the fire passer.
She hesitated a little when she saw this request, but still clicked the "Agree" button with her scarred hand.
When the voice communication was connected, the two sides ushered in silence for nearly five seconds.
"Don't say something?"
Sheila, who had been curled up alone in the dark for a long time, heard a warm feeling in her heart after hearing the voice in her ear.
"Your voice is different from what I imagined." Sheier replied after a brief thought.
"Then what do you imagine? A roar like a sinful demon?"
A smile finally appeared on Sheier's tense face listening to these words.
"But your voice is similar to what I imagined, quite heroic."
"yes?"
Sheier suddenly realized that his laughter might also be heard by the other party, and immediately returned to his icy expression.
The text message thus fell into a long silence, this time it was the one who broke the silence.
"Have you eaten lunch?"
"Why ask this question?"
Sheier clutched her stomach. She hadn't eaten well for almost a whole day. If she was a native of the Land of Frost, she might have roasted and eaten the giant worms underground.
But unfortunately, she didn't know how to remove the venom from the worm's skin.
"Uh... People in my country always ask this question when there is no topic to talk about, and the weather is pretty good today. By the way, I'm eating Nolan's specialty honey-sauce barbecue!"
Did this guy do it on purpose
Sheier pursed her lips, no matter how good her temper was, she still had the urge to punch the fire passer.
"Speaking of your voice sounds weak, is there anything I can do to help?"
Suddenly, the words of the fire passer made Sheier's clenched fists slowly loosen. She opened her mouth several times and wanted to tell the other party what she was going through, or cry like a little girl. "Come and help me" sort of thing.
But Sheier understands... The person she was talking to was Nolan, who was thousands of miles away. Even if she asked for help, she couldn't get here.
"No." Sheila whispered.