Women's soup house, walk in from the entrance of Twilight, and the first fork in the road is the women's soup house.
Previously obscured by fog, Angel could only vaguely see broken stones and mottled bloodstains near the female soup house. Now that he got closer, he realized that the female soup house was much more ruined than he had imagined. The other buildings around are intact, only the female soup house is mostly broken from the outside.
Angel guessed that it should have been Saunders smashing the nest when he was exploring the nest and fighting the Dragonfly Guard.
The female soup house is an oval building, like an egg cut in half. At first, Angel thought it was a theater or a performance-related place, because only a place that requires a large number of people to watch will be built so big.
It was only later discovered that this place was actually an entertainment place serving wizards, a more advanced gold-selling cave. It is also a trader in the slave market, but most of the slaves traded here are beautiful men and women who mainly provide services, and they are basically mortals. Even low-level apprentices came voluntarily, hoping to gain some resources by serving official wizards.
No human settlement can be absolutely clean. Angel has no prejudice against this kind of place, but he has never entered a similar place before. This time, it was his first time to go in. Unfortunately, there were no more beautiful beauties inside, only broken stone walls and gemstones.
There is no one in the outer hall, and in front of it is a fountain with mellow red wine flowing. Before he got close, he could smell the fragrance of the grapes, and the purple-red wine kept spewing out from the mouth of the dolphin statue, which was also mixed with pale golden shattering streamers.
This golden broken awn contains a kind of strange energy. Angel stretched out his finger and smelled it. It seemed to have an ingredient similar to sulomon, which could soothe tired nerves, disturb the brain's reward and punishment mechanism, and even addictive. In short, the red wine here is not just wine, but also a liquid drug.
Angel bypassed the wine fountain and saw a row of plants that made him feel complicated under the splendid murals.
What he found in the magic plant shop outside were all unadulterated magic plants, and he didn't even have the **** that he picked up. But in the front hall of the female soup house, it was discovered that they used a row of low-level magic plants as a viewing area, which made his mood not complicated
"Snake mold flowers that make blood coagulation medicines, Bo Danxun that can be used as anesthesia just by smelling it, and night branches that can produce moon ice..." Angel looked at the row of low-level magic plants and couldn't help sighing. Sure enough, those who make money are big dog owners.
In a clump of botanical nettles, Angel plucked a seedling; in a tree at night, Angel plucked a branch. Then put it in the bracelet, it's not that he doesn't want to take more, it's just that the space for living things in his bracelet is too small...
Bai picked up the magic plant worth nearly 100 magic crystals, and Anger's mouth was full of joy, and he walked towards the inner hall in a happy mood.
Under the guidance of Sanders, Angel successfully arrived at the inner hall where the lair was located.
Standing outside the closed door, Sanders whispered, "Nervous? We can reset the plan if we're timid."
"Don't be nervous." Angel almost smiled, how could he be nervous.
Sanders heard the joy in Angel's words, and said with admiration: "Are you excited? Is it because of the unknown adventure?" Afraid of the road ahead, instead of being protected by an ivory tower.
"Yes, I'm very excited." Angel rubbed his palms, looking like he was ready to fight: "This female soup house is so rich that she even embedded magic crystals on the wall. I walked all the way. , has broken more than fifty pieces of magic crystals!"
Sanders: "..." I always thought you were slow because of caution. Was it actually digging magic crystals? I didn't expect you to be such an Angel!
"It's been almost an hour since you entered the women's soup house. According to your alchemy level, do you think you can only earn 50 magic crystals in an hour?" Sanders almost didn't point to Angel's nose. Call him a waste of time.
Angel felt that he seemed a little confused after Sanders said this. After doing the math, he knew that if he really devoted his time to alchemy, it would be too easy to reach 5o magic crystals in an hour. As a result, he spent an hour breaking the magic crystal on the wall here? Not a waste of time whatsoever.
Although Angel was enlightened, he still felt: It's really cool to get something for nothing.
"Okay, breaking dozens of magic crystals is a trivial matter for the Bliss Hall. If they know that you have solved the colorful dragonfly nest in the inner hall, it is not a problem to reward you with thousands of magic crystals."
When Angel heard this, he quickly waved his hand: "Teacher, don't tell me about me." He was afraid that people would get to the bottom of it. Now that the source was caused by him, it would be fine if Twilight chased after him alone. But can not afford to offend.
How could Sanders not understand his thoughts and scolded timidity with a smile.
"Go in, you have to be careful. If the colorful dragonfly attacks you, immediately release the nightmare, and let the Teacup Band go to confuse them. I am now hidden in the fog on the top floor of the inner hall, so you only need to drag for a second or two, drag Just give me the time to save you."
"En." Although Angel was not nervous, he began to act cautiously after Sanders said so seriously.
Gently pushed open the crack of the door and looked in: it was foggy, and nothing could be seen clearly.
After the crack of the door was opened for a few seconds, Angel didn't feel anything unusual, and simply pushed the door open lightly.
What was seen through the crack of the door was a gray fog, but after the door was completely opened, Angel could vaguely see a giant creature in the gray fog!
Just from the indistinct black shadow, you can see how huge the object in the fog is.
Angel stood at the door without moving, and kept in touch with Sanders, talking about the huge shadow.
"That's right, that's the colorful dragonfly's nest. It sprays out a wave of parasites every once in a while, and then you can see it clearly." Sanders spoke quickly, apparently also in a state of waiting.
It didn't take long for Angel to see the grand occasion of "blooming with light".
When the ray of light was spewed out, it seemed that a hurricane swept through, sweeping away the fog in the inner hall. Immediately afterwards, countless ray-like lights flocked outside the dimly lit inner hall like fireflies. Angel looked at it without the slightest fear in his heart, but felt that it was a wonderful dreamy scene.
With these ray of light, Angel can clearly see the whole picture of the nest.
The inner hall of the female soup house is more than ten meters high, and the height of the nest is also about seven or eight meters. The look of the nest is very strange. Hundreds of spheres are sticking together by the pulpy yellow mucus. Each sphere has a dark channel, and the light comes out from the inside, which looks a bit like a honeycomb.
If they are collectively conscious creatures whose nests are just delivery rooms, are the rest of the jobs just to serve the females at the top of the pyramid, like bees or ants? So is this female the queen of the entire nest
Angel asked Sanders curiously.
"No. The last time I broke their nest, there were only nearly a hundred colorful dragonflies. They did not rely on reproduction to produce parasites, but through some kind of ritual ability to pray for a large number of parasites. "Sandston paused: "The objects they reproduce are currently only colorful dragonflies."
After Sanders explained, he said to Angel, "They didn't attack you?"
Angel: "I followed the colorful dragonflies all the way, but they just kept praising Sharapova and did nothing else. I didn't see the cure for those colorful dragonflies."
"You go in and walk slowly towards the nest."
Angel walked in, and after a while, Angel found that those colorful dragonflies had appeared, and they were flying towards him with the word "8". Sanders, who was hiding at the top of the female soup roof, also saw this scene.
When he came over last time, this group of colorful dragonflies went directly to the battle. Sanders killed a few of them at random and ignored them. His most important purpose was to close the passage. These colorful dragonflies were kept for later research.
It was completely different from his last time. Even if the colorful dragonfly flew to Angel's side, it didn't make any movement.
"Can you feel their emotions?"
"Yes, but their ability to express emotions is very poor. I can't guess a lot of things, but I can be sure that there should be no malice towards me." Angel said very conservatively. Thinking of words to praise Sharapova, but like the colorful dragonfly, the vocabulary is extremely poor, either as bright as the moonlight, or the favor of the queen, or the honorable lord, there seems to be no other words available.
Hearing this, Sanders breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, now you test their tolerance for you, you walk towards the nest, and then climb to the top of the nest step by step, the passage is there!"
"Remember, once they don't let you go, your mission is done, and then you exit, and I'll pick you up outside."
According to what Sanders said, Angel was testing the bottom line of the colorful dragonfly step by step.
But Angel later found out that the colorful dragonfly had no bottom line for him... Angel climbed to the top of the nest and saw the passage that sprayed out the mist, and the colorful dragonfly did not stop it.
When he left the female soup house safe and sound, Sanders stepped aside and patted him on the shoulder: "I didn't expect it to go so smoothly, it seems that the status of 'Sharapova' is not low in the nightmare world. Originally I I have also prepared a few breakthrough plans, but it seems that they are useless now. As long as the passage on your side can be closed smoothly, the fog incident this time is really not a big deal. For these parasitic people, Still a good thing.”
Sanders took Angel to a manor, and there was a lion roaring outside the manor.
"This is the private residence of 'The Lion' Dedvia."