Wardle looked a little lost.
Wardle knows better than anyone the power of time. Although, as an extraordinary life, Wardle has a strong memory, even the last sunset in Yuantan Continent ten thousand years ago, he remembers the details of the changing clouds clearly.
What I can remember is just the picture. The deep-rooted feelings at the beginning have already been washed away by the long river of time.
He is still like this, let alone an ordinary mortal.
"They forgot, and they can remember it again." At this time, Angel said softly.
"Forget it, when he built this statue, he just hoped that the remnants of Hangu could use himself as a spiritual support to survive the long darkness. The era of that time has passed, and it doesn't matter if I remember it now." Wardle sighed. A voice: "Let's go, the passage is in front of the statue."
Wardle stepped forward and came under the statue.
I saw the scepter in his outstretched hand lightly, and the dusty floor emitted a light, turning into a white door spread on the ground.
The door was opened, and a passage to the basement appeared.
Wardle stepped into the passage first, while Angel took a deep look at the statue of the prayer church and followed.
"From the corpse burial pit in the depths of the dark place, you can also lead to the basement, but there are many undead there who are unwilling to leave with obsession. It will be very dangerous to go there." Wardle rambled about the basement. Case.
When the spiral staircase came to the end, it was a huge basement.
However, when Angel and others came to the basement, there were doubts in their eyes.
Because the basement was shrouded in thick gray fog, it was impossible to see what was inside at all.
Just as they were curiously exploring the inside, a rumbling sound came from inside, accompanied by the whirring of the wind. The gray fog began to surge, from light to strong, and wisps of gray fog like silk threads were blown to the door of the basement by the wind.
The first thing everyone noticed was a stench, which seemed to come from the wind. Immediately afterwards, there was a breath that made everyone palpitate.
The scent is reminiscent of the melody of darkness and death.
And this breath is brought about by these wisps of gray fog.
At this time, Wardle took out the scepter in his hand and turned slightly towards the direction of the basement. A terrifying hurricane, like a shock wave, smashed straight into the basement.
Under the impact of the hurricane, the gray fog in the room was instantly separated, revealing the inside.
Because the energy of the hurricane was too strong, Angel turned his head subconsciously, and didn't look back to the basement until he heard the wind fading away.
At this moment, Angel was stunned.
The basement is very large, and the inner space is comparable to the Ocean Theater in Watford. However, in such a huge space, there is a huge figure that fills the space.
It was a huge black hellhound lying on the ground!
Each of its hairs was blazing with black flames, and the flames even burned and distorted the space. A single area was already terrifying, and if it was considered as a whole, it was even more terrifying!
The head of the Cerberus was lying on the ground, his eyes were closed, and there was a rumbling sound from his two nostrils, and at the same time, there was a continuous gray mist.
"This guy is Garm. Known as the agent of death, a hellhound with dark and space attributes." Wardle introduced.
Wardle turned his head and found that in addition to Angel standing by his side, both Greenwood and Popota took a few steps back. Even Angel seemed calm, but his lips were trembling.
It's really that this hellhound is too terrifying, not only the size, but the terrifying breath alone makes them feel terrified.
"Don't be afraid, Garm is still sleeping, even if it wakes up, as long as there is Kurondo's Black Feather, Garm will not attack you."
Wardle's words made Angel unconsciously clench the black feather in his hand.
After a while, Greenwood regained his courage and asked, "Wo… Your Highness Wardle, where is the passage you said?"
"The passage is just below Garm's slumber. It is the natural space pattern that connects this continent to the surface of the abyss outside. Garm has space attributes, and it is not far from the burial pit, so he chose to recuperate here. ."
Angel looked at the floor of the basement, and sure enough, there was a strange pattern, but more than 80% of the patterns were blocked by Garm, which was enough to see how huge he was.
"Then, when will it wake up?" Graywood clutched his heart. Every time Garm snored, there was a roar of thunder and a large amount of death breath, which made Graywood snort. Wu was very frightened, and his heartbeat kept beating.
"I'll wake up soon." After Wardle answered Greenwood's words, he flew into the basement slowly.
Wardle's height is estimated to be more than 2.5 meters, but compared to Garm, he still looks like a little bit. I saw Wardle standing in front of Garm, holding the scepter and gently tapping the ground.
An invisible rippling air wave spreads with the location of the scepter.
When the air wave passed by Garm, its tightly closed eyes slowly opened... A crack, a dark red light flashed away, and the terrifying momentum swept through again, this time even Angel had to retreat. A few steps later.
However, Garm only opened a slit, and then closed his eyes again.
Just when they thought that Garm had fallen asleep again, a lazy voice suddenly came out: "Hey, old man, why are you waking me up if you don't stay outside?"
This voice did not come from Garm's mouth, but from the top of Garm's head.
A dark shadow fell from the top of Garm's head and came to Wardle quickly and nimbly.
Only then did everyone see that the talking shadow was a miniature hellhound. It looks like a miniature version of Garm, but there is no flame on his body, his black hair is naturally fluffy, and his scarlet eyes are like the finest pigeon blood rubies.
"I'm going to send a few people to Molière."
The mini Cerberus turned to look at the door, its eyes slowly swept across the crowd, and the backs of the people it saw were faintly chilled. Finally, its eyes were fixed on the black feather in Angel's hand.
"Ku Rondo actually gave his feathers to a human." The mini Cerberus whispered, looking at Wardle: "Who are they?"
Wardle's mouth moved in a low voice, as if explaining to it.
As Wardle said, the mini Cerberus looked at Angel with suspicious eyes.
Angel couldn't hear what they were saying, but if he just explained his identity, it shouldn't take so long, and he probably talked about other topics.
"Did you notice just now, it seems to say - wake up." Popota walked over to Angel and said softly in common human language.
Angel nodded, understanding what Popota meant.
In fact, from this "wake up", it can be seen that the rhetoric that Wardle said before that he can't leave until Garm wakes up is actually false.
Wardle can "wake up" Garm, so he can wake Garm from his slumber at any time.
Angel was even more convinced that if he didn't agree to Wardle's request, it was estimated that Wardle would let Garm sleep until the end of the day.
After a long time, Wardle finally ended the conversation, and the mini Cerberus suddenly turned into a black shadow and came to Angel in an instant.
It stared at Angel curiously. After a while, Angel only heard a whisper in his mouth: "It looks very weak... Killing the true spirit? How did you do it... "
The mini Cerberus walked around Angel. Although he didn't show his momentum, Angel still felt a creepy feeling.
After a while, the mini Cerberus spewed out a black fire without warning and flew towards Angel.
Angel was startled, and was about to use a defense technique, but before he could move, the black fire circled around, got into the black feather in his hand, and disappeared.
The mini Cerberus turned into a shadow, turned his head and jumped back to Garm's head.
"Okay, if he wants to leave, he can leave at any time. If he wants to come back, as long as he goes to the Molière with the feathers of Bitter Rando, I can feel it." After speaking, the mini Cerberus hit He yawned and said to Wardle in a lazy tone, "I'm sleeping, don't bother me in the future."
After speaking, the miniature Cerberus disappeared, and Garm, who was lying on the ground, snored loudly again.
Wardle walked out of the basement at this time: "Galm has remembered your breath, you walk in with the black feather, and the underground space pattern will send you to Molière. In the future, if you want to come in , you can also take out the black feather in Moliere, and Garm will perceive you."
Knowing that they can leave, both Greenwood and Popota's eyes showed joy.
Angel nodded to Wardle: "Thank you."
"It's me who should be thanked. If there is no Your Excellency the Savior, I guess I'll go down to accompany my old friend now." Wardle smiled lightly.
Angel glanced at Wardle, and stopped talking. Instead, he turned his head and nodded to Greenwood and Popota, and then walked towards the basement first.
But just after taking a step, Wardle suddenly said: "I almost forgot, there is this."
As Wardle's voice fell, a faint brilliance sprinkled on everyone.
The brilliance fell on them and disappeared directly.
"What is this?" Angel looked at the place where the brilliance disappeared, but he didn't feel anything.
"The outside world has noticed that Yuantan Continent has a lot of eyes, and these can temporarily hide the atmosphere of Yuantan Continent on your body." Wardle explained.
Angel was stunned for a moment, but Wardle's words reminded him: "Our appearance in Molière like this should arouse suspicion, right?"
"Moliere is very special, and I haven't noticed it yet." At this moment, Wardle suddenly raised his head, as if looking at the distant void, after a while, Wardle smiled: "However, now Mo Sadly, it's quite lively."