No one knows what lies deep inside the Black Ice Cave, simply because no one has dared to explore inside.
The bizarre structure of the Black Ice Cave is hidden within the massive volcano.
Jobtran and Mouse must design a route through many narrow unknown areas, because the mountain may contain the secret to solving the current dilemma.
If you explore along the outer wall of the ice from the cave entrance, you will find that other branches inside extend far in all directions.
There is a faint flow of air at every fork, which means that there is a huge and complex tunnel system inside.
Jobtran chose the one in the middle, which also looked to be the largest fork, and walked in.
"Be careful, there may be a trap,"
Jobtran warned,
"Don't touch anything or walk around randomly, lest you trigger the mechanism."
"Yeah, I know. I'll follow you closely."
The rat followed behind Jobtrud, trying to step on the path that Jobtrud walked as much as possible.
Relying on the faint light of the kerosene lamp, Jobtran discovered a horrible scene deep in the fork.
It was a cemetery that looked like a mass grave, but the skeletons therein were obviously not human.
A large number of scattered skeletons lay quietly under the black ice. If it weren't for Jobtran's careful observation, he would probably have missed the clues here.
There are a large number of shells and bones deposited on the ground of the ice layer. These bones look very old and should be the remains of prehistoric civilization.
Jobtran squatted down and looked carefully with the help of the kerosene lamp.
"It's a group of organisms that remain from the Cretaceous period 145.5 million years ago."
The mouse said immediately when he saw the highly recognizable ammonite, which is unique to the Cretaceous period.
"The creatures here are much more than just seafloor creatures."
Joe Butron took a breath and pointed to the largest pieces of bones.
"Oh my god, that's the skull of a Triceratops! There's even a Tyrannosaurus!"
"Plaid fish, mosasaurs, and pterodactyls."
Jobtran added grimly.
“Not only animals, but also plant seeds.
If I'm not mistaken, the seed on the ground to your right should be a cycad seed."
It is totally impossible that these overlords of the sea, land and air from billions of years ago gathered in this ice cave.
No matter how intense the crustal movement is, it is impossible for such a wide variety of species to be concentrated in the same plate.
The area where Mosasaur lives and the area where Tyrannosaurus lives are tens of thousands of miles apart. They are creatures from two different continents!
In addition to being shocking, the scene before their eyes seemed to be irritating the nerves of the two men.
Whether it is large terrestrial reptiles, marine animals or primitive mammals, there are strange scars on their skeletons.
One is straight, as if it was neatly cut, and the other is a small hole caused by penetration.
And it seems that a lot of the dark green talc that was discovered previously is also scattered under the ice.
“This is a biological slaughterhouse.”
Jobtran tried to analyze.
"Look at the scars on those skeletons. Do they look like dissected specimens?"
The mouse was shocked when he heard this, and his voice trembled.
"If even a giant like the Mosasaur can be captured and dissected, then isn't our current situation very dangerous?"
"Not necessarily. These ice layers have not melted for thousands of years. The owners who dissected these creatures should have died long ago."
Jobtran explained rationally, but he never let down his guard.
If he guessed correctly, the person performing the autopsy should be the ancient one that Umr had reminded him of in his mind.
Does the existence that can confront Cthulhu head-on have a life as long as Cthulhu's
This question turned into a thought lingering in Jobutran's mind.
As we continued to move deeper into the ice cave, we could smell a more pungent smell.
It was not the sulfur brought by the volcano, but more like the sour odor emitted by some kind of organism after decaying.
At the same time, there was a faint sound of a flute.
The sound of this flute has a wide range, and the soul of the listener seems to feel a bone-chilling chill.
This kind of flute sound is not music, but more like a signal used by some creatures to communicate.
Through the length and ups and downs of words, some information that humans cannot understand is expressed.
The two followed the source of the stench and climbed up a staircase that seemed to be formed naturally.
There seemed to be a slippery slime on each step, which was light green in color, just like the talc seen before.
At the end of the stairs, there is a large hole in the shape of a five-pointed star.
Beneath the hole is the source of the rotten smell.
The mouse saw the scene inside the cave and collapsed to the ground.
"That's it."
The mouse said nervously.
His eyes were filled with fear, and he was obviously remembering his experience under the icy lake.
In the cavity are barrel-shaped, starfish-like creatures.
They were obviously dead, otherwise they wouldn't be lying there motionless.
The pink tube, cilia and pale yellow starfish-shaped head droop down, and appear to be made of both soft and tough material.
Behind the torso there are folded, light gray tubular wing membranes, and underneath the body there are five relatively sturdy limbs.
This mysterious and ancient creature has both animal characteristics and a plant-like symmetrical structure.
They are the lost ancients.
"This is the same creature I saw in the ice coffin under the ice lake."
the mouse murmured.
Jobtran stretched out his hand and pulled the mouse up. He looked at the ancient cemetery with mixed feelings and said softly,
"Let's keep going."
Walking around the edge of the cemetery and sticking to the ice wall, the two found a passage behind the ancient cemetery that was obviously different from the one they had walked through before.
The walkway, which can only accommodate one person, is not covered by any ice, and the dark red granite is exposed.
Five-pointed star-shaped talcs are inlaid on the walls of the corridor, emitting a creepy green light.
The walls were artificially carved with the seals of the old gods that had been seen on the rock wall before entering the cave, and from time to time one could hear the sound of hammering.
Jobtran and the mouse's nerves were stretched to the limit, as they believed that the real secret of this trip lay ahead.
At a corner, Jobtran caught a glimpse of a light at the other end that seemed to be different from that of talc.
He raised his hands and stopped.
He opened the cover of the kerosene lamp and turned it off before continuing forward.
Jobtran carefully leaned out and saw a dirty, bearded man.
The man's face was waxy, the skin on his face was close to his skull, and his eyes were full of bloodshot veins.
The clothes he was wearing were tattered and no one knew how long he had worn them, but he didn't use any patches.
You can see that all of his exposed skin bears the marks of the Old Gods, but he holds a hammer and a long nail, constantly carving the same pattern in the aisle.
"Not enough, not enough, more is needed."
The sound coming out of his mouth was like the sound of iron scraping on glass. Even though his hands were covered with blisters, he did not stop his actions.
But what also caught people's attention was a pair of brand new riding boots on his feet.
"Witch Katara's riding boots?!"
Joe Butran thought in amazement.
"Excuse me, what are you doing?"
Jobtran first made a gesture to the mouse, then walked out from the corner.
When the man heard the voice, his hands froze.
He twisted stiffly and glanced towards where Joe Butran was.
"Don't come over here! Don't come over here!"
The man swung the hammer blindly, and it hit the rock wall, splashing up a cloud of rubble.
Seeing this, Joe Butran immediately took two steps back. He vaguely saw that there seemed to be something hanging around the man's neck.
As soon as he remembered the story told by the bartender Bertha, Jobtran immediately shouted,
"Hoover! Are you Hoover?"
After hearing this, the man stopped his crazy swinging, loosened his hands, and let the hammer and nails fall to the ground.
He squatted down blankly, holding his head, as if he was thinking hard about something.
"Hoover? Hoover? What a familiar name. Am I Hoover? Or are you Hoover
I have no idea.
I don't remember.
I don’t remember! ”
His emotions, which had just calmed down, became agitated again, and he pulled his messy and tangled hair hard with both hands.
Despite pulling out a large clump of hair, he still couldn't recall any information.
The man clenched his fists in distress and tapped his temples on both sides.
"Hoover? Hoover?!"
Of course, Joe Butran couldn't let him go on like this. If he let this man hurt himself again, he would probably do something more violent.
“Holy Light!
Bring back the lost lambs to the flock.
Let the lost ones regain their sight!"
This is a spell used to heal mental damage, and it can purify the polluted soul to a certain extent.
The man's painful expression was relieved by the spell, and he fainted as if the air had been deflated.
"Mouse, come and help."
Upon seeing this, Jobtran quickly stepped forward to support the man, to prevent him from bumping into the wall.
After hearing this, the mouse immediately put away the black powder in his hand and came forward to hold the unconscious savage.
"Damn, this guy stinks."
The mouse complained.
"It seems that he lives in the front. Let's carry him and go to his residence to take a look."
Joe Butran saw the clue from the old marks spreading all the way across the wall and said so.
The dense old prints on the wall make people feel uneasy, and a mysterious atmosphere spreads silently.
At the end of the corridor is an independent room, which is furnished with tables, wardrobes, wooden beds and other household furniture.
Although it looks dilapidated, it proves that people once lived here.
Mouse and Jobtran put the man on the wooden bed, and Jobtran then told Mouse,
"Take care of him first, and call me when he wakes up.
I looked around and this seemed to be the place where we could solve the mystery.”
The mouse nodded helplessly, pinched his nose, poured out some clean water, wet the cloth and wiped the man's body.
Some utensils that looked historic were placed cluttered on the dusty table, and under the legs of one of the tables was something that looked like a diary.
After checking the utensils on the table and finding nothing, Jobtran pulled out the notebook from under the table.
Because of bearing the weight of the table for a long time, the structure of this notebook has been somewhat deformed.
Jobtran blew gently to blow away the dust on the notebook.
I carefully opened the first page of the book, only to find a name that was almost impossible to exist - Katara.
The first dozen pages recorded the boring daily life of Katara, including the management of the village and the monastery, the repair of the fence and other tedious tasks.
On the last page where the text was recorded, there were these words written.
“I’m not crazy, it’s the chief priest who is crazy!
The most terrifying thing was that everyone in the monastery chose to believe the nonsense told by the chief priest.
As a descendant of the True Seer, I know better than anyone that there is no such thing as holy light in this world!
The Holy Light was nothing but a lie from beginning to end, let alone witnessing the Holy Light with your own eyes.
The high priest was blind after his journey north, so how could he see the so-called holy light? But I think it should be just the common aurora!
But I am sure that something extremely terrible must have happened to the high priest!
I saw the eye between his eyebrows!
How could the eyes given by the holy light they believed in be so evil!
I was wrong. I shouldn't be so sarcastic. I shouldn't know things that I shouldn't know, and I shouldn't openly oppose what the high pastor did!
That poor child, although I was usually a little cruel to him, I was educating him as my own child.
But the beastly high priest cruelly killed him with a red light shot out from his horrible eye, and soaked his body in a wooden barrel used to brew Sger!
Now no one in the whole village and the monastery believes me, they all say I am a terrible, evil witch!
I had no choice but to flee. I put on my ancestral magic riding boots and fled to this desolate place, this mysterious black ice cave.
I feel sad for myself when I think that I will be spending the rest of my life here.
If I were going to die soon, I would definitely jump into a volcano, return to nature and become a part of it.
If you are destined to pick up this diary, remember to put on my magic boots and escape, and stay away from Iceland.
There's more hidden inside this black ice cave than meets the eye.
If you want to know the truth about Iceland, go in from the second fork on the right side of the cave. There is a long corridor inside. Walk to the end of the corridor and you will get the answer that will make you collapse.
Remember this mark, it will save you from the jaws of the beast: the Hound of Tindalos.
Catralliu. "
After reading it, Jobtran sighed. Apparently, the owner of this diary, Katara, had jumped into the crater as the legend had said.
The best evidence is that no remains of her were found in this room.
Jobtran searched the small room but found nothing else of value.
At this time, the sound of mice was heard.
"Sir, he's awake!"