Holy Light

Chapter 112: Remains at the bottom of the cave

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Before the Black Forest was invaded by an army of demons, a city called'Silver Leaf City' was abandoned by the elves.

After searching carefully, Zhou Qingfeng determined that he had inadvertently broken into a ruin. It is very strange that this ruin is in a deep hole, and outside the hole is a hill in the Black Forest. He was supporting a tree at the entrance of the cave last night, stepped on the empty foot and fell in.

There are many skeletons at the bottom of the cave, which are left by adventurers at first glance. There are traces of knives and axes on the bones. It should be a fight like treasure hunting.

Zhou Qingfeng picked up torches and flint and steel from a dry and decayed bone, finally illuminating the bottom of the cave. This is a large cave with dry walls, potholes and gravel.

There are torches illuminated to show more details in the cave. I thought that the ruins at the bottom of the cave were man-made, but after being possessed by Cyric for so long, Zhou Qingfeng had learned a lot. The knowledge of'occultism' told him that this building is in the style of elves.

"This should be the Elf Silver Leaf City that was sunk underground, right?" Zhou Qingfeng thought he had discovered an underground city, but soon he found out that he was wrong again.

This is a single building, judging from the statues of elves carved on the building, it is a prison.

As a city, it is indispensable to have governing institutions. Under the ruling institutions, violent machines are indispensable. Among the various branches of the violent machine, prisons are indispensable.

"This prison is very special." Zhou Qingfeng held a torch and walked into the empty ruins at the bottom of the cave. The planks are crispy and become a pile of slag when they fall on the ground.

The temperature in the ruins is low, there is a cold, cloudy, and a strong smell of soil. The smell makes the chest tight, short of breath, and dizzy. The torch illuminates the interior space of the ruins, which is a strange world. Dim, gloomy, gray in color.

The gates of the ruins were gone, and the idol of the elven god Corellon was erected in the hall. Zhou Qingfeng walked back and forth in the hall holding a torch.

The Kerelon idol has an angry expression with the meaning of punishment. According to the "occult" knowledge of Cyricism, different forms of the gods will be used in different occasions. The angry Corellon has the meaning of suppression, so this ruin is a prison with a courthouse.

"This place has been discovered and swept away by adventurers, and nothing is left."

Zhou Qingfeng held a torch through the gray wooden doors, running around the ruins like a tourist. Except for the crackling of torches, only the sound of footsteps and heartbeat accompanied him.

He quickly found the stairs, spiraling up and down. The ruins at the bottom of the cave are dead and deserted, and there are traces of destruction and dismantling everywhere, leaving nothing useful.

Well, it's not nothing.

There are murals depicting gods and forests on the walls, oil lamps are hung from the ceiling, and thick carpets are spread on the floor. It's just a long time ago, the murals are faded and incomplete, the oil lamps are covered with cobwebs, and the carpet is torn apart when you step on it.

"This prison is not big, I haven't seen the prison." Zhou Qingfeng ran around, and finally returned to the angry face of the patron saint in the middle of the hall, curious for a long time.

"Silver Leaf City has always been coveted by adventurers. Those who want to make a fortune are like the crucian carp who cross the river, but few succeed. There is no auxiliary building here. It should not be a prison for elves, but a prison for outsiders.

With the pride of the elves, they would not allow strangers to live in their own city, so this prison was not set up in Silver Leaf City. As for the prison, maybe I should look for the basement. "

Zhou Qingfeng relied on his knowledge of'occultism' to make up a series of explanations and conjectures. He was also bold enough not to be afraid of death, and even thought that he could not come home empty-handed.

The basement of this prison is not difficult to find, just behind the statue of Corellon, it is not very noticeable.

The entrance to the basement is closed by a simple magic circle, but it will lose its effectiveness for a long time. It was the rusty iron door at the entrance that blocked Zhou Qingfeng, the bronze door lock was rusted, the keyholes were all blocked, and it couldn't be opened at all.

There are no good things in the entire prison building, and Uncle Zhou hopes to go to the basement to take a look. But he had nothing to do with the heavy iron gate and kicked it angrily.

With a bang, the sound of impact reverberated throughout the gloomy prison. Ashes fell on the ceiling, and the wall covering continued to fall. Zhou Qingfeng didn't expect the noise to be so loud that he would cover his ears quickly.

With the loud noise, Zhou Qingfeng felt something rushing out of the basement. He ran away like a rabbit, not too far, a white shadow sprang out from behind the thick iron gate, and leaped towards him with teeth and claws.

An angry and irritable voice rushed directly into Uncle Zhou's head, "Who is disturbing my long sleep?"

Ghost!

Uncle Zhou slid fast, but no matter how fast he was, he couldn't be faster than the white ghost that could penetrate the wall. Seeing a negative energy ray was about to cut off his vitality, his head tumbled on the ground.

Negative energy rays ran across the scalp and hit a piece of wood engraving hanging on the wall. It was a drawing board carved with oak, which was immediately soft after being corroded by negative energy, falling like dust.

Uncle Zhou was thrown away by the white ghost, but he was not very nervous. He jumped from the stairs on one side of the hall to the other, then jumped back to the idol in the center.

Corellon's idol showed an angry face, and it had already become cold after decades of closure. But just such a deity became Zhou Qingfeng's shelter, and the white ghost stopped three meters away from the deity.

The torch had already fallen off during the running, and the ruins were completely dark. Only the white ghost monster was flaring its teeth and claws.

Zhou Qingfeng's heartbeat exceeded 180, and it rang like a drum. But he calmed down a little by sticking to the idol, and then cursed at the white ghost: "Come on, there is a kind of rivalry between you and the statue of the Elf Lord. See if it will kill an undead like you?"

Roars echoed in the cold underground prison, dust was floating on the ceiling, and the cracked wall was bouncing on the ground.

Zhou Qingfeng clung to the statue of Corellon closely and sniffed the ashes. There is a white ghost with a constantly changing appearance three meters away, which can scare ordinary people to myocardial infarction. But the "occult" knowledge told him, don't be afraid.

The elven god, Kerelon, is not Cyric's teasing, any idol that dared to approach it is looking for death.

The white ghost couldn't get close to the statue of the elven patron saint, but he didn't want to stop there. Instead, it fluttered back and forth, becoming more irritable, "Who are you? Why are you here? What do you want to do?"

The roar of the ghost is directly transmitted to the brain, bringing great fear and heart palpitations. Zhou Qingfeng listened to the other side's nonsense for a long time before he said, "Hey..., can we talk about it?"

The white ghost is just a ball of light, can't see what it is originally? It is like a crazy lunatic. After being stimulated, it uses Zhou Qingfeng as the target of venting. It either scolds the young man to disturb his sleep, or asks the young man about his origin.

But no matter what Zhou Qingfeng said or answered, the ghost didn't respond, it just roared constantly, like a brain damage.

After the chicken and the duck talked for a long time, Uncle Zhou finally gave up verbal communication. He touched his body, all kinds of equipment are still there, but ordinary weapons are afraid that they can't deal with ghosts, only the psychic arrow of the fairy golem.

Zhou Qingfeng fell into the bottom of the cave for more than ten hours, and he wanted to see if the golem could be used. When he said the order'Sinda', the white ghost was obviously taken aback. But then..., something unusual happened.