"What's this?"
Si Anke felt suffocated by the almost cruel spectacle in front of him.
What was presented before their eyes was a strange and desperate situation reminiscent of an ice bank or an ice and snow park—
In the airtight basement completely covered with ice, there are nine human-shaped ice sculptures sitting around a round table.
Someone stood up angrily, someone calmly relaxed and spread out their hands, someone whispered with the people around them, and someone leaned back as if wanting to stay away from other people...
Like a work of art, the ice sculpture composed of four men, five women and nine elves with different movements and expressions seems to have life.
But it is obviously different from sculpture.
The movements of sculpture are always exaggerated. In order to highlight the sense of strength or weakness, or to maintain a sense of physical or artistic balance... Maybe one or two human sculptures will have a very similar movement and demeanor to real people, but if there are multiple sculptures, you will immediately notice To a place that is different from the real person and slightly incongruous.
It's similar to the feeling of capturing and posing.
But what was presented in front of Si An Ke and them was a "captured" scene.
He could even see a person whose eyelids were only opened a small slit, and even looked a little stupid, not knowing whether to open or close his eyes; he could also see the distorted and crooked facial features of the man with an angry expression.
It was as if time stood still suddenly.
"… What's happening here?"
he murmured.
"They're all Frostwhisperers."
Citalopram, as the only human-ghost translator—or psychic, simultaneously translated Miss Boface's words to the other players: "But don't be nervous. They maintain such actions, not because they have triggered some trap... They They all voluntarily came to the underground chamber and gave their lives.
"Or, they originally planned to hide in the public nightmare. This is just the last use of their bodies before they escape."
"... In other words, is this a ritual?"
Si Anke quickly reacted.
Citalopram responded immediately: "Yes, exactly."
The position they are in is the lowest position even in this "sewer".
They walked along the sewer into the city, turning left and right for a while, and walked inside for more than 20 minutes before finally finding a building that looked like a huge well.
The wellhead of this "well" is more than three meters above the ground. But it's not that hard to climb... as there are steps leading up to the well. Moreover, the stairs are very spacious, not so narrow and short that they can only be stepped on sideways.
This shows that the designer has considered the possibility that someone will come here from the sewer at the very beginning.
After they boarded the wellhead, they found that there were U-shaped steel pipes like a stapler inside, forming a ladder-like structure on both sides of the wellhead.
They climbed down—and climbed for nearly five minutes before they finally came here. The further down the road, the colder it became. Halfway through the journey, the steel pipe was already covered with a layer of solid ice. Three quarters later, the surroundings have completely turned into a world of ice and snow.
Yes, there aren't even horizontal doors and windows here.
And walking down the ladders on both sides, you can see the wooden tabletop in the center where the wellhead is aligned.
They stepped onto the tabletop before jumping off it.
The ground and walls are covered with extremely solid thick ice. Even after hundreds of thousands of years, the ice here still hasn't melted.
The strong cold air, and even the tiny ice flakes flying in the air with the naked eye. Dove has been frozen into a ball, shrunk in the chocolate clothes... and Si Anke couldn't help shivering and stepped on the ground to keep warm, so that he could barely maintain his voice without trembling.
But citalopram... She could clearly feel the chill, but her body didn't show any signs of shaking.
"Before they died, they donated their bodies to perform a ceremony. The name of this ceremony is 'Nine Faces of the Unburned'. Nine superhumans of the same profession swallowed the poison wrapped in honey pills, Perform a mystical play called 'Nine Man Sacrifice', and die in the play to forcibly interrupt the ritual.
"It's not that they need to rely on this ritual to achieve any purpose. It's to get the by-products of this ritual—in the ritual of self-sacrifice type, the corpses of the dead superhumans will not turn into nightmares... but will become' Incompletely transformed curse material'. All curses and one's own soul are sealed in it.
"And after the ritual absorbs their souls, what is left is the curse-filled shell. Since this ritual is made of nine frost whisperers, the overflowing and continuously gathering curses around will be Through the corpses of the nine Frostspeakers, transformed into pure chill."
Citalopram translated.
Hearing this, Si Anke was a little confused: "They have spent a lot of time... What are they going to do
"Just to make a refrigerator?"
"… seems like it."
Citalopram paused and replied in a low voice.
These two sentences are not translations, but her own thoughts: "The technology of the elves seems to be concentrated on spell power... at least the elves of the third era are like this.
"They can't get rid of the magic energy to make refrigerators. In fact, even if we are, we can't make refrigerators keep cooling without using any energy..."
"... Kelvin closed the coffin boards and lay down back in relief."
Dove complained on the forum: "This world is in such a strange place, and it is always unexpected science."
"Collect first."
Citalopram ordered: "The light blue liquid in the ice layer is the 'Frost Whisperer's Eternal Frozen Blood'. I don't know how much Annan wants... half a catty first."
"Half a catty is too much!"
Si Anke complained.
"what can I do?"
Citalopram said helplessly: "We didn't bring a container? Who knew that 'Eternal Frozen Blood' was actually liquid...
"It's better to cut off an arm and take it away after it's frozen. I saw that Annan has already rushed over, so I hurried out and handed it to him, and I don't have to worry about sending it back to wait for it to melt."
"If it's for freezing, then you might as well cut off the head. At least the fault will be smaller..."
Dove complained on the forum.
"its not right?"
Four dark moments suddenly realized something: "If the elves are to create an eternal refrigeration enchantment...then what are they planning to preserve
"When we first came down, there was nothing on this table."
"Porface has already said that."
Citalopram shook his head and explained: "It's not that there is nothing, but that it was taken away.
"In some sense, this is indeed a well - it is spacious enough, even if the U-shaped handles on both sides are avoided, the remaining part is enough to lift something out. And Boface also said Already... The place where the holy bones were once stored, and the place where the 'Frost Whisperer's Frozen Blood' was collected is on the way.
"I speculate that this should be the place where the elves originally planned to store the holy bones. This shows that the elves should have given up the idea of signing the holy deed with the holy bones, or they may not be able to sign the contract.
"From the timeline, it should have been built some time before the elves held the big ceremony... It can even be said that it may have been forcibly dug out by using spell energy and opening the creation mode.
"At that time, the elves still thought that the holy bones would always be kept here. They created this ritual, probably to suppress the activity of the holy bones as much as possible and prevent the curse from leaking out.
"Since medicinal wine can anesthetize holy bones, it makes no sense that low temperature can't reduce its activity. Moreover, the medicine will always deteriorate at normal temperature. But if it is stored in a low temperature environment, the storage time will be somewhat longer."
Citalopram is well aware of this.
Today, however, there is no bottle in which the holy bones are stored.
In other words... After the ceremony here was completed, and after a while, Boface's mother took away the holy bones stored here.
And Annan's discovery can further affirm this conjecture—
The bottle he picked up there was the bottle left after the Heart of Justice was taken away.
And judging from "the drug has lost its effect"... I'm afraid that the bottle will appear in that position, probably because the holy skeleton has lost control after leaving the cold storage.
But these are details.
Annan and the children did not go down, but waited for them to come back at the only entrance and exit.
Whether it's the hands or the head. When it was delivered to Annan, Annan did have a way to keep the ice on its surface from melting.
If you can't even do this kind of thing, it's better not to advance.
For the remaining unused parts, maybe some equipment can be made and then sold back to players... just to practice.
I'm finally getting advanced...
Annan held the "Holy Skeleton Extract" wrapped in his coat, and took a deep breath a little nervously.
Finally... Do you want to settle with that painter