Even after the Baishi Hall has been abandoned for hundreds of years, this word can still represent the world's top casting technology, the best grinding technology and the most perfect excavation theory. Before Yanlong's attack, thousands of dwarves gathered in the huge underground city, some of them were the Whitestone Hall clansmen who had inherited the family spirit, but more were artisans who came from all over the world.
What a scene that will be~! The dwarves climbed from floor to floor to show off their latest creations, and even the smallest blemish would send these artisans scurrying back to Iron Cobalt, toiling away day and night until the blemish was gone. They wield their mithril hammers tirelessly, never feeling tired or bored. Whether it is the most common piece of iron or the legendary magic metal Ollie Hakon, in the hands of these skilled craftsmen, they will become the sharpest weapons and the most beautiful works of art.
What is more, it is said that "hello" and "goodbye" are not the same word in the common language of Whitestone Hall, for nothing would allow them to waste their time in anything other than carving gems and forging weapons.
"Here?" After turning a corner, the girl stopped suddenly. There was still an impenetrable darkness in front of her, but the hollow echoes and howling wind told the two adventurers that there must be an unimaginably vast space hidden within.
"Let the light be stronger, I don't think there will be any strange creatures here." With these words, the dagger in Roland's hand became brighter and brighter. In order to prevent the light from damaging the holder's eyesight, Shifan deliberately let the light flow down slowly, like streams of cool water.
Driven by the tide of pure white light, the darkness began to fade away. They are not washed away all at once, but also flow down to the feet slowly and softly like a liquid, while the light floats above the dark like oil on the surface of water, and the junction of light and dark is wave-shaped Yes, you can see clearly.
The precipitated nothingness finally flowed from under the feet, and the whole picture of the largest space in the White Stone Hall was clearly displayed in front of the Goddess's End and her guardian at this moment—hundreds of stone pillars with a diameter of tens of meters were neatly arranged, as if A stone giant of few words, standing silently in a cave made of rock, propping up a vast sky within the mountains.
"Hall of Thousand Pillars, I didn't expect that I could witness the sacred foundry of the Whitestone Dwarves, the location of the Furnace." Roland's voice was full of uncontrollable admiration, "It is said that the spirit in Alsace's hand Wang Jian 'Yunyao' was born here."
Just as the excited young man was about to give an eloquent introduction, the girl on the side suddenly grabbed his arm and subconsciously approached him.
"What, what's the matter?" Shi Fan's fragrance made Roland blush instantly.
"Can't you see for yourself?" The brunette girl frowned.
The blond swordsman then turned his head and re-examined the legendary birthplace of the Jingwang weapon. This time, what surged in his eyes was no longer the excitement of witnessing history, but the death-like coldness and silence—in this huge two-kilometer-high cave, the ground was almost covered with dwarf bones. Those empty eye sockets gazed idly at the grim rock of the dome, from which emanated the breath of death that made the towering columns look like tombstones.
"...all made by Melikidike? No, it seems different. This is not the damage caused by the fire element, but the scar of the weapon, the result of some kind of huge weapon." The young man carefully examined the silent scene. The battlefield finally focused on those shattered bones, "According to historical records, Yanlong did not invade the White Stone Hall itself. Who is it that massacred here?"
"I don't know." The girl stood next to the young man, "But it probably has something to do with too much resentment. The atmosphere of the Netherworld here is very strong, which makes people feel very uncomfortable."
"We won't stay here for long, as long as we can get a map of Whitestone Hall." Roland looked around, "According to the dwarves' practice, it should be stored in a library or something. Come on, I remember reading the map before. The road sign said it was over there." The young man said so, but when he was walking, he carefully led his companions around the bones everywhere.
Compared with the Hall of Thousand Pillars, which has become a dead place, there is no alarming sign in the library except for the thick dust. The scale here is larger than expected, so the workload of the adventurers has increased accordingly. What's worse, after searching for nearly two hours, Roland found to his dismay that the books were arranged in an orderly manner.
"What did those dwarves do? They didn't even classify them..." the young man sighed weakly. When he was immersed in wrestling with the pile of books, Shifan looked like he had nothing to do with himself. He was picking around randomly at the moment, and did not take finding the map as the top priority at all.
Don't you obviously want to leave this place full of skeletons early? Why are you flipping through the book again now? Roland looked at the silhouette of the other party with some puzzlement, feeling that women's psychology is really hard to fathom.
""Advanced Armor Forging Volume III", "Querot Family History", "Gem Appreciation"..." When the girl's slender fingers stroked the book cover, the dust covering the surface immediately disappeared without a trace, "It looks like It seems to be all reference books." She said, frowning.
"Of course, dwarves like to communicate with hammers, not books." The young man shrugged, and suddenly remembered the situation when he woke up underground, "Speaking of which, the book you are holding in the Underdark is What?"
"Which one?" Shifan had a hint of surprise on his expression, "That one is... my own book."
"Your own book?" The other party was puzzled.
"Well, it's the book that came with me to the Moon City, the amulet named 'Shifan's Picture Scroll'." The girl nodded, carefully took out the small and delicate book from her bosom, and gently Touching, "When I was a baby, it should have been protecting me from being hurt by the outside world."
Amulet of the end? Something of the same nature as the "Eternal Light". Roland thought about it, and then asked again: "What about Fereldo?"
"That's a very profound skill. I didn't know how to summon until I met Richer. Before..." Shifan's emerald eyes floated with a touch of sadness, "I've always been alone. I don't know how to pray. Yes, I just found out that the thoughts in my heart will directly affect the things in front of me, so I did it naturally, and looking back now, it is a very barbaric act."
Perhaps it is an act that will never be forgiven. The girl clenched her fists.
I really don't know her at all. Roland stared at the other party intently, and sighed secretly in his heart. But... what reason is there to know? The enemy that needs to be faced is the master of flames who is in charge of the power of the elements, but he has only a half-knowledge about Yun Yao. In the battle between the Crimson King and the Prayer, he can't help at all, right
If you stubbornly want to shoulder something, it will probably become a psychological shackle in the end, rather than the goal you really want.
Even so, I still want to know more. I always feel that this will change, whether it is for her or for myself.
"Speaking of which, what is written in the 'Painted Scroll of Poems'?" Roland asked as calmly as possible, "It seems to be a book that can never be finished."
"... You don't need to know." After a long while, Shi Fan replied in a tone without room for negotiation, and then turned around.
This guy is not cute at all~!
Facing this girl who perfectly interpreted "unpredictable" and "fickle", Roland, dumbfounded, could only come to this conclusion.
"Here." The black-haired girl suddenly handed a book to the young man, "I found it, "Map of White Stone Hall."
Then just find the exit according to the map. However, fate doesn't seem to like to see the end of the goddess easily escape from the darkness, and an indescribable hostility suddenly pours down on the relaxed two like ice-cold sea water. Roland stood up suddenly, and the piles of books around him were scattered on the ground.
"Even you feel it?" There was an uncontrollable uneasiness in Shifan's voice.
"The breath is so strong, you don't need the help of prayer at all." Roland handed the atlas back to the girl, "Keep this away, you'll need it after the end."
"Can't escape from the battle even in the dark area..." the black-haired girl murmured, lowering her head.
"But you don't need to face it alone this time." The Dark Eagle, who lost his memory, replied, deliberately showing a relaxed smile, "Although my strength may not be anything, but it should be of help." He said Then he drew the big sword on his back, and walked cautiously in the forward position.
"Actually, this has nothing to do with you." Shi Fan fixed his eyes on the young man's broad back.
"Who said it's okay?" The other party didn't look back, "Aren't you right by my side?"
The two carefully returned along the passage they had come from. After turning a few turns, they quickly approached the place where the breath was produced—the Hall of Thousand Pillars full of bones. When the light of prayer shone into the empty cave again, Roland, who was walking in the front, suddenly found that the darkness in front of him was completely motionless. At this moment, the curtain of nothingness is like a tangible entity, blocking the front of the walker like a solid wall.
Then, a tall figure stepped out from the solidified darkness, his long silver hair fluttered wildly in the whimpering wind, the darkness spread everywhere under his feet, and behind him, a handle as huge as Frost Lament The weapon looks particularly dazzling.
Dark Eagle~! ? Roland almost shouted in an instant, and it was not until the shadow walked into the area illuminated by the light that the beating heart of the young man finally realized that the other person was only somewhat similar to his former self in outline.
"Who are you... no, what are you?" the blond swordsman asked, not being confused by the other's human appearance.
"Before asking the other party, shouldn't you give your name first?" The silver-haired swordsman replied slowly, looking over Roland's shoulder, "It would be too much to just call you 'The End of Ishutori' Sorry about that, isn't it?"
"I am Shifan, and he is Roland Strife." The girl replied coldly, but subconsciously said the names of her companions.
"My name is Alastor," the other party bowed exaggeratedly, "As you can see, I am the Demon King from the Twisting Nether."
Demon King~! Damn, it's this kind of thing again, an enemy that can't be dealt with by swordsmanship... What should I do? Roland's footsteps were still steady, but his heart wavered uncontrollably. The young man gritted his teeth fiercely, not even noticing that a stream of blood was flowing down the corner of his mouth.
"Why can the residents of the subworld come to this world? This is not your domain." Goddess Momo asked, keeping her eyes on each other's every move.
"The world is not static. Every minute and every second, old meeting points will be nirvana, and new meeting points will be born." Alastor smiled slightly, as if he didn't mind the tone of the other party, "Hundreds of years ago, Cheng Thousands of dwarves fell victim to the flames of the Crimson King, and their deadly vengeance drew the region closer to the Netherworld, and thus attracted lesser demons."
"These inferior demons killed more dwarves, aroused stronger resentment, and made the intersection of the world and the nether world bigger and bigger, which in turn led to more and stronger demons entering the world, and finally... The whole city finally perished under this vicious circle."
"It's sad, isn't it?" said the ruler of the Twisting Nether and took a step closer, Roland hastily pulled Shifan back three steps, "But don't worry, as a demon king, I have my own will and intelligence, and I will never be Bewitched by the instinct to kill."
"After talking nonsense for so long, what are you planning to do?" the young man asked loudly, and Shuang Wai's sharp edge pointed directly at the target.
"It's a kind of fate to meet in this kind of place." The devil smiled and stretched out his hand, "How about making a small deal?"
"... what deal?"
"I can guarantee that you will return to the surface unscathed. In exchange for this," Alastor raised his right index finger and waved it in front of the two of them, "One drop, just one drop of the blood of Goddess' End Can."
"A drop?" Roland froze for a moment. From the perspective of quantity alone, this condition is not too much, but the possibility of traps still exists—maybe it doesn't matter how much blood there is, even a single drop will also bring irreversible results.
Should I agree? The swordsman, who knew nothing about prayer, slightly shifted his gaze and asked his companion.
"Don't say it's a drop, I won't even give you half a drop~!" The voice from behind was resolute, "I will never let anyone use this power."
"Why do you refuse? As a prayer who understands the principles of the four worlds, you must be very clear that this level will not have any impact on the world at all." The devil's eyes glowed wonderfully, "I have no intention of meddling with the Goddess. He is also not interested in entering the present world, and the only thing he wants to do is to become an observer who can see through the three realms."
The silver-haired swordsman said, and stretched out his hand again: "I only need a drop of the blood of the goddess, and I can comprehend the mysteries of the four worlds, and then understand the world as I like. Isn't it very interesting? For you, it is nothing loss."
"Is what he said true?" Roland interjected.
"it is true."
"In that case, I think you might as well agree..." The young man's words were interrupted roughly at the beginning, and the girl's rebuttal was unexpectedly fierce.
"Absolutely impossible~!" The girl's sharp voice was an octave higher than before, "No way, no way."
Rejecting others for no reason, creating a strong enemy for himself out of thin air, does this guy know what the situation is now? Roland couldn't help frowning. Are all Starchildren this kind of moody, cold-faced, prickly-talking girls? If the Demon King is really angered... by then...
"You don't want to have a meaningless battle, do you?" Alastor turned his attention to the companion of the Goddess's End, with a little wave of persuasion in his silver pupils, "Then how about persuading her for me?"
"Sorry, this kind of thing is avoided." Roland, as a soldier, was not confused by the opponent's words in front of the enemy.
"It seems that you have given up the ability to judge yourself. Although I don't like meaningless killings, if the other party is unwilling to communicate, there is no other way." The devil shook his head, then raised his right hand and pointed Deep purple sparks bloomed from the tip, "In short... the power beyond the limit, I will definitely get it, whether you want it or not."
Accompanied by the magic fire ignited out of thin air, the curtains behind Alastor began to move frantically. Mortals with warm blood can clearly feel what the seething darkness is releasing to the outside world—greed, fraud, cowardice, jealousy, laziness, excess, arrogance, demons entangled with these negative emotions are swarming out.
The Cerberus' low panting squeezed the adventurer's eardrums, the red horns of the Balrog tore through the dull air, the sharp halberds of the Abyss Lord reflected the glare of cold light, and the coiled tentacles of the Doom Guard turned the darkness into a hole that concealed murderous intent. abyss. Almost in the blink of an eye, the vast Hall of Thousand Pillars has been occupied by countless demons, it is like a black plague that devours everything.
I knew that there would definitely be no good results... Seeing the scene in front of him, Roland felt that the sky was dark for a while.
"If the fire phoenix can't answer the call, then get a wind horse, hurry up." Suppressing the unhappiness in his heart, the young man said in an orderly tone. When the prayer man opened the passage to another world, he quickly took a step forward, blocking all the opponent's attack routes. At the moment when a sharp white light flashed on the edge of Frost Lament's sword, the human swordsman accelerated sharply and stabbed at the enemy in front of him.
In the case of a huge disparity in the number of opposing parties, directly targeting the leader is undoubtedly the most effective tactic. Of course, Roland knew very well that his strength could not be compared with the ruler of a certain field, but the power of prayer attached to the weapon and the defense around him were enough for him to delay for a while.
Facing the howling sword wind pressing down on his head, the ruler of the Twisting Void had no intention of dodging in the slightest. He just snapped his fingers lightly, and the epee on his back broke free from the scabbard and flew into the master's palm. Two equally huge metal weapons collided violently, and blue and bright red sparks flew everywhere.
This is~!
Roland opened his eyes wide, and looked at the blade of fire that stopped Frost Lament in disbelief, his eyes seemed to be frozen without blinking. Although the young man could no longer recall the thrilling duel in the City of Flames decades ago, the dazzling light and scorching flames in front of him were enough for him to judge the name of the weapon in Alastor's hand—
Jingwang sword "Feilian".
How could this Paladin's sword be in the hands of a demon
Before Roland could open his mouth to ask a question, the silver-haired and silver-eyed swordsman jumped back with a sneer, and instantly disappeared into the army of demons baring their teeth and claws. Staring at the darkness that was about to move, the only thing the young man could see was the long silver hair of the demon king: "I'm sorry, as the commander, I can't fight the two to my heart's content, but I believe this demon army will definitely Satisfy your desire to kill."
"Stop dreaming, do you think that these cannon fodder alone can stop us?"
"There is a good proverb," the answer wafted into his ears far away, and the young man could even feel the other party's ironic smile, "'Many ants kill elephants'."
"Don't be reckless, he just wants you to rush over." Shi Fan galloped over on a tall wind-riding horse, and took the conversation lightly. As the girl spoke, she stretched out her little white hand and motioned for her companion to sit up.
Isn't it you who are reckless? Roland glanced at the girl, pushed her arm away without saying a word, and then stepped on the mount roughly: "Shut up, or you will definitely bite off your tongue. As long as my sword remains invincible and sharp, Don't worry about anything else." As soon as he finished speaking, he steered his mount towards the restless black tide without looking back.
Compared to Nightmare, who shared power with the Death Knight, the Phantom Beast that could manipulate the power of wind was not inferior in terms of speed. Roland didn't even need to deliberately look for the target, he just needed to let the wind horse pass through the roaring demons lightly, and then insert Frost Lament into the back of these clumsy behemoths before they turned around.
And even when encountering an opponent that must be confronted head-on occasionally in the chaotic army, the blond swordsman can still easily deal with it-the blade with the power of prayer can cut through almost anything the holder wants to cut through. In front of this sword that embodies Shifan's destructive will, the army of demons is simply a paper fence, which can be broken with a single stab. All it takes is a beautiful vertical slash, and the nine-headed whip of the Balrog, the double-headed halberd of the abyss lord, and the serrated knife of the doomsday guard will be split in half together with their masters, and finally become ashes floating in the air.
This kind of unilateral massacre is too lacking in technology... Roland thought a little tediously, but in the face of the power of prayer, this is also a matter of course, right
According to Shifan, the so-called Demon King is completely incomparable with the King of Elements. At best, Alastor is a relatively powerful demon in the Twisting Nether, and his way of being is likewise bounded by boundaries. As the battlefield gradually moves away from the intersection of the world and the nether world, the demon king's movements will become more and more sluggish, and eventually he and his demons will have to give up the pursuit and return to the nether world.
From this point of view, breaking through the siege is only a matter of time.
But Alastor is still commanding calmly from the rear of the legion, it seems that what is going on now is not a cruel battle, but a game of certainty. The demon king's face sinking like water and his calm silver eyes made Roland feel uneasy.
What the hell is that guy planning
Eight hours later, the young man finally understood the reason why the opponent was so calm. Since the start of the battle, the Yufeng Horse carrying the two of them had crossed the entire Whitestone Hall and was galloping in the mine tunnel on the other side of the dwarf city. But the hunters from the Twisting Nether have no intention of giving up~!
Their number is also far beyond imagination, no matter how many companions are swept into ashes by the edge of Frost Lament, the black tide surging in the passage is still endless, and it seems that it will not decrease at all.
But the flesh-and-blood fugitives were clearly overwhelmed.
The two were hiding in a narrow mine tunnel at the moment, and there were demons everywhere outside. The bright light on the flame knife casts shadows of various shapes in the wide rocky passageway, combined with the heavy panting of the hellhound, the whole underground world is dyed with a lingering strange atmosphere.
If the Dark Eagle could predict how exhausted he would be today, he wondered if he would still be willing to give up his identity as a death knight. Roland thought sarcastically, the corner of his mouth twisted into a helpless smile. The three hellhounds on the opposite side are frantically rubbing the ground with their six nostrils, and it is estimated that they will find this not very hidden shelter in a while.
"What are you thinking about?" Shi Fan asked untimely, "Now is not the time to be in a daze."
"I just think that this guy named Alastor is not what you expected. Remember this lesson, and never provoke your enemies in the future when you think you have the upper hand." The young man said in a tone Can't help but mix it with strong sarcasm, "Of course, the premise is that we still have 'later'."
"Angry?" the girl asked in a low voice, and secretly glanced at the expressionless Roland, "You are really angry..."
"However, I didn't refuse that condition with the mentality of wanting to anger the other party." Shifan defended himself very rarely, "This is the principle I set, and I must never let my power be used by others. .”
"If you can't even survive, what principles are you talking about? What's more, even though the other party is the devil, he doesn't intend to do anything that will affect the world, right?" Roland's tone was still cold, "But forget it. Now we'd better focus on How to escape, the rest will be discussed later."
"Well... However, the existence of Alastor is indeed far beyond common sense..." The black-haired girl changed the subject obediently.
"It probably has something to do with the Jingwang sword Feilian in his hand." The young man replied in a low voice - a three-headed hellhound with acid hanging from the corner of his mouth was slowly walking through the passage, "The devil would condescend to use mortal weapons, Isn't it weird?"
"Perhaps items with powerful elemental power can indeed bring the demons of the Nether Realm closer to the present world," the fifteen-year-old prayer man hesitated, "but there is no precedent for such a thing, it's just a guess. If the judgment is wrong... "
"Do you want to try it?" The swordsman interrupted him suddenly.
"Well, let's try~!" After a long silence, the girl nodded earnestly, "Even if it's just speculation, if I don't take the initiative to attack, the situation will only get worse. If I really die here, all my efforts will be in vain gone."
"The other party has been deliberately keeping a distance from us. It may not be easy to get close." Roland held up Frost Lament and waited for the moment when the demon walked into the corridor.
"It's okay, I have a solution~!" Shifan's thin green pupils flashed a sharp light.