Facing the sight of the surroundings, An's voice was still calm and indifferent: "We are now located near Luan, which is already a good result—I was waiting for a calm window in a few days, when the energy of the Sea of Karnos There will be a brief gap in the fluctuation at that time. I can open a precise portal to send you to the place closest to Asuman, but some accidents happened, and the teleportation had to be carried out in advance. I can only guarantee to bring you When we arrived at the Sanctuary, we couldn’t determine where we landed. You should feel lucky now—it’s not too far from Asuman.”
Calassius could hear a kind of confidence in the Sanctuary from the other party's tone: "How much do you know about the Sanctuary?"
An shook his head lightly: "I used to know a lot about the Sanctuary, but since this chaotic storm started, my connection with the Sanctuary has become quite weak."
The high-ranking monk frowned, and did not take his eyes off An, "Who the hell are you? How do you know Sanctuary so well?"
"It's not like a question, but a question," said bleakly, but she couldn't hear any emotional fluctuations in her tone as before. She pointed to her chest, "There are many things that I can't explain clearly to you, the causes and consequences involved Too many, all explanations will waste a lot of time. I can only tell you that I will do my best to protect this place, because the survival of the sanctuary is closely related to me."
"Are you from the Sanctuary?" The senior monk seemed to have come to a conclusion by himself. He looked at An suspiciously, "Someone who left the Sanctuary and lived in seclusion in a secular country?"
"Sanctuary?" An repeated in a low voice, "Probably."
After saying this, she turned her head away, obviously not intending to continue on this topic.
Calassius also put away his thoughts of continuing to ask questions. The current situation is not optimistic, and even he, a senior monk, is a little confused. Under such circumstances, every partner is precious, and we cannot waste energy on these meaningless things. questions and debates.
After observing the surrounding environment, Hao Ren turned his head to look at Karasius: "Where is Luan? How far is it from the Asuman holy mountain? Where should we go next?"
Calassius looked in a certain direction: "Luan is the closest big city to the city of the gods, and there are some small towns between Luan and the city of the gods, and the road transportation is very convenient. As for Assuman...it's in that direction."
The high-ranking monk raised his finger and followed the direction of his finger. Hao Ren saw a hazy light at the end of the horizon—the light was faint and misty, like seeing the distant city lights through a mist. Can't tell the difference at all.
"The brilliance of the holy mountain Assuman used to be bright and bright. Near Luan, you can see the brilliant beams of light in the night sky when you look up," Calassius said bitterly, "but since a few months ago... alas."
Hao Ren looked in Asuman's direction, silently calculated the approximate distance, and then his eyes fell on the city at the foot of the mountain.
The situation of the holy mountain is unknown, and according to Lily's report about the shadow of nightmare, he always felt that the shadow entrenched in the church country might be beyond everyone's imagination. City is probably not a good idea.
Although the sanctuary survey team came from this land, they have been away for more than a month. During this month, the sanctuary has undergone tremendous changes, and their intelligence in this regard is also quite backward.
In any case, intelligence should be gathered first.
"Let's go to the city to find out," Hao Ren pointed down the mountain. "In any case, the sanctuary has been eroded like this within a month. Something must be wrong."
The team was about to set off, but a church knight suddenly stood up. He pointed to the big cage guarded by the furbolgs: "What about this monster? Besides, the sub-race entering the city rashly... I'm afraid it will cause problems."
Lily wrinkled her nose immediately when she heard this, but she also knew that the dozens of devil wolves, bear monsters and so on that she brought over would be a movement panic wherever she went, so she just bared her teeth to express her dissatisfaction, and didn't care. say what.
"That makes sense," Hao Ren nodded, "and if you want to go into the city to investigate, it's really not appropriate to bring everyone with you. How about this, Lily, let your men camp and hide in the small woods outside the city later. This nightmare monster is also brought along, and it is best to keep a few church knights with them, so that even if they are accidentally bumped into by the local inspectors, someone will be in charge of negotiating, and the knights are locals, so they know the situation better."
Calassius didn't have any objection to Hao Ren's "passing over" arrangement, he nodded: "Think very carefully, let's do as you say."
A group of people completed the assignment outside the city at the foot of the mountain. All the sub-race brutal soldiers were on standby in the woods outside the city. The monster named "Smoky Meat" by Lily was also held in a temporary camp. The knight and an assistant bishop were left in the camp to provide support, while the others went to the city with Hao Ren to check the situation. The two groups of people rely on the magic stone of communication to keep in touch.
Under the night, Lu'an City is quiet and eerie.
A turbulent wind is rushing around regardless of east, west, north, south, east, west, and north. There is a coolness in the turbulent wind. This coolness seems to be able to slowly seep into the bone marrow of a person. Even if he is wearing thick clothes, he can always feel the slightest cold spreading on his skin. There are almost no people in the streets and alleys of the city. All the buildings on both sides of the street have closed doors. Dim lights are revealed from behind the muddy windows. The flickering lights seem to reflect uneasy phantoms. . Sanctuary folklore, every household is used to hanging a small lamp on both sides of their door, regardless of rich or poor, all the small lamps have been lit at this moment, but these decorations that used to make the city full of vitality are now It looked extraordinarily weird: the light of the small lamp was dim, and the wick inside was bent as if disturbed by a strong magnetic field, and the dim yellow light had strands of dark red, like dirty blood.
This abnormal phenomenon seems to indicate that the dark magic power from the Sea of Karnos has begun to invade the material world, and this sacred land is gradually transforming into a seedbed of dark power.
Everyone was walking on a deserted street, and they couldn't find any pedestrians who could inquire about the situation along the way. Hao Ren frowned. The strange atmosphere in this city seemed familiar to him—he had felt similar atmospheres in many secret realms full of death and twisting power.
However, this atmosphere appeared in a holy land blessed by the goddess of creation, a place that was full of divine power a few months ago.
Is the evil giant Lochmarton really about to break through the prison gates
The cobblestone roads in the street felt weirdly wet and greasy. There was a disgusting sound of sticking soles from the soles of the shoes walking on it, and there was also a thin drizzle of rain in the sky. Hao Ren stretched out his hand and saw some blackish liquid falling on his fingertips , but the liquid began to evaporate the moment it touched his skin, and there was nothing left in the blink of an eye.
It was a similar phenomenon when the "raindrop" fell on Lily, but it didn't dissipate quickly when it fell on other people.
Obviously, these raindrops are also the product of the projection of dark magic power on the material world.
Only "An" in the team noticed this detail. Her eyes seemed to linger on Hao Ren and Lily for a while, but then turned away.
"Even if the light of Asuman is extinguished, it shouldn't be like this..." Karasius whispered, "This land has been immersed in the sacred energy for ten thousand years, and it has been sanctified itself. Even if chaos strikes, it will It will not be polluted here in such a short period of time."
Hao Ren looked at the street ahead: "There are almost no pedestrians in the city."
They continued to walk forward, and occasionally one or two figures in a hurry flashed across the dark street, but these figures were only fleeting, fast and illusory, almost a hallucination, and a knight shouted loudly to stop Pedestrians who ran past from a distance, but their shouts seemed to frighten those pedestrians even more, and the other party would often disappear into the intricate streets and alleys in a flash, never to be found again.
Luan City is an ancient city with intricate streets and alleys and countless dark alleys and corners that even the locals can't explain clearly. Now every dark corner seems to hide countless pairs of anxious eyes, even those who are brave The church knights couldn't help becoming suspicious.
Finally Calassius gave up on the passers-by on the street. He came to a house facing the street and knocked on the door.
The lights were on in the dwelling, but no human voice could be heard. After the senior monk knocked on the door for a long time, Hao Ren finally heard some voices coming from inside.
Someone approached the door, and then a hoarse, low, and alert voice came from inside: "Who is it?"
"Monks and knights from the city of gods," Calcius said loudly, "please open the door, we have no malicious intentions, we just want to find a place to rest."
"There is no place to rest here," the voice in the house became hoarse and full of guard, "It's getting dark, you should find another place."
"This is not the Lu'an people I know." A monk beside Hao Ren shook his head. "I was born in a village near Lu'an. People in this city are famous for their hospitality. If you can't help, at least you will open the door and pass a cup of hot water."
"The dark magic may have begun to affect the minds of the local residents," another monk muttered. "In this case, I don't know how many people can help us."
During the conversation, Calassius had already had a few conversations with the people in the house through the door, but all the requests were coldly rejected by the people inside. The owner of the house was not even willing to open the door to have a face-to-face conversation with the senior monks outside. It was as if there was a terrible plague roaming the streets outside, ready to be contagious as soon as the door was opened. (to be continued~^~)