Wardle looked a little disappointed.
Waddell knows better than anyone the power of time. Although, as an extraordinary being, Waddell has a very strong memory. Even the last sunset on Yuantan Continent ten thousand years ago and the details of the changing clouds and clouds, he can clearly remember.
But all I remember is the picture, and the deep feelings that I felt at the time have long since been washed away by the long river of time.
He is like this, let alone an ordinary mortal.
"If they forget, they can remember again." At this time, Angel said softly.
"Forget it, he built this statue at that time just in the hope that the remaining people of the ancient Han Dynasty could use him as their spiritual support to survive the long darkness. That time has passed, and it doesn't matter whether he remembers it now." Waddell sighed. A voice said: "Let's go, the passage is in front of the statue."
Wardell stepped forward and came under the statue.
He stretched out the scepter in his hand and gently tapped it, and the dusty floor emitted a ray of light and turned into a white door on the ground.
The door was opened and a passage leading to the basement appeared.
Waddell walked into the passage first, while Angel took a deep look at the statue in the prayer church and followed him.
"You can also go to the basement from the dead bone pit deep in the Dark Land, but there are many undead there who are unwilling to leave. It will be very dangerous to go there." Waddell rambled on about the basement. Case.
When the spiral staircase reaches the end, there is a huge basement.
However, when Angel and others came to the basement, there was doubt in their eyes.
Because the basement was shrouded in thick gray fog, it was impossible to see clearly what was going on inside.
Just as they curiously explored inside, a rumbling sound came from inside, accompanied by the whistling wind. The gray mist began to surge, from light to thick, and wisps of gray mist were like silk threads, blown by the wind to the basement door.
The first thing everyone noticed was a fishy smell, which seemed to be coming from the wind. Immediately afterwards, there was a breath that made everyone palpitate.
This scent is reminiscent of melodies of darkness and death.
And this breath is brought by these wisps of gray mist.
At this time, Wardle took out the scepter in his hand and turned it gently in the direction of the basement. A terrifying hurricane, like a shock wave, rushed straight into the basement.
Under the impact of the hurricane, the gray fog in the room was instantly separated, revealing the conditions inside.
Because the energy of the hurricane was too strong, Angel subconsciously turned his head to the side. He didn't look back towards the basement until he heard the sound of wind weakening.
At this glance, Angel was stunned.
The basement is very large, and the inner space is comparable to the Ocean Theater in Waterford. However, in such a huge space, there is a huge figure, filling the space to the max.
It was a huge black hellhound lying on the ground!
Every one of its hairs was burning with black flames, and the flames even burned and distorted the space. A single area was already terrifying, but if we consider it as a whole, it would be even more terrifying!
The head of the Cerberus lay on the ground, with its eyes closed tightly, a roaring sound coming from its two nostrils, and gray mist constantly rising.
"This guy is Garm. Known as the agent of death, he is a hellhound with the attributes of darkness and space." Waddell introduced.
Waddell turned around and found that except for Angel, who was still standing beside him, both Grave and Bobota took a few steps back. Even Angel seemed calm, but his lips were trembling.
This hellhound was really too terrifying, not only its size, but its frightening aura alone made them feel frightened.
"Don't be afraid. Garmu is still sleeping. Even if it wakes up, Garmu will not attack you as long as there are Kulando's black feathers."
Wardle's words made Angel unconsciously clenched the black feather in his hand.
After a while, Grewu summoned up the courage and asked: "W...Your Highness Wardle, where is the passage you mentioned?"
"The passage is just below where Garm is sleeping. It is the natural space pattern on this continent that connects the surface of the abyss to the outside world. Because Garm has spatial attributes, it is not far from the dead bone burial pit, so he chose to recuperate here. .”
Angel looked at the floor of the basement, and there was indeed a strange pattern, but more than 80% of the patterns were blocked by Garm, which showed how huge it was.
"Then, then when will it wake up?" Grewu covered his heart. Every time Garm snored, it was accompanied by rumbling thunder and a large amount of death breath. This made Grewu Wu was very frightened and his heartbeat kept beating.
"You'll wake up soon." After Wardle answered Grave's words, he slowly flew into the basement.
Waddell's height is estimated to be over 2.5 meters, but he still looks like a little kid than Biggarm. Wardle was seen standing in front of Garm, holding the scepter and tapping the ground lightly.
An invisible ripple-like air wave spreads along with the position where the scepter touches the ground.
When the air wave passed Jialmu, its closed eyes slowly opened... A crack, a dim red light flashed away, and the terrifying momentum swept across again. This time even Angel had to He took a few steps back.
However, Garm only opened his eyes a crack, and then closed his eyes again.
Just when they thought Jialmu had fallen asleep again, a lazy voice suddenly came out: "Hey, old man, if you don't stay outside, why did you wake me up?"
This sound did not come from Garm's mouth, but from the top of Garm's head.
A black shadow fell from above Garm's head and came to Wardle quickly and flexibly.
Only then did everyone see that the talking shadow was a miniature hellhound. It looks like a smaller version of Garm, but there is no flame on its body, its black hair is naturally fluffy, and its scarlet eyes are like the finest pigeon blood rubies.
"I'm sending a few people to Molière's land."
The mini hellhound turned its head to look at the door. Its gaze slowly swept across the crowd, sending chills down the spines of those caught by its gaze. Finally, its gaze was fixed on the black feather in Angel's hand.
"Kurando actually gave his feathers to a human." The mini hellhound muttered in a low voice and looked at Waddell: "Who are they?"
Wardell moved his mouth in a low voice, as if he was explaining to it.
As Waddell said, the mini hellhound looked at Angel with suspicious eyes.
Angel couldn't hear what they were saying, but if they just explained their identities, it shouldn't take so long, and they probably talked about other topics.
"Did you notice just now? It seems to say - wake up." Bobota walked 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 Wardle's previous statement that he could not leave until Garm woke up was actually false.
Wardle can "wake up" Garm, so Garm can wake up from his slumber at any time.
Angel was even more convinced that if he didn't agree to Wardle's request, Wardle would probably let Garm sleep until the end of time.
After a long time, Wardle finally ended the conversation, and the mini hellhound suddenly turned into a black shadow and came to Angel in an instant.
It stared at Angel curiously. After a while, Angel only heard it mutter in a low voice: "It looks very weak... Kill the true spirit? How did you do it..."
The mini hellhound walked around Angel. Although it didn't show any momentum, Angel still felt a creepy feeling.
After a while, the mini hellhound spit out a stream of black fire without warning and flew towards Angel.
Angel was startled, and was about to use a defensive technique, but before he could make any move, the black fire circled around, got into the black feather in his hand, and disappeared.
The mini hellhound turned into a black shadow, turned 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, he just needs to go to Molière's land with Kulando's feathers, and I will be able to sense it." After saying that, the mini hellhound hit He yawned and said to Wardle in a lazy tone: "I'm sleeping. Don't disturb me in the future."
After saying that, the mini hellhound disappeared, and Garmu, lying on the ground, snored thunderously again.
Waddell came out of the basement at this time: "Jialm has memorized your breath. If you go in with the black feather, the underground space pattern will transport you to Molière's land. In the future, if you want to come in , you can also take out the black feather in Molière's land, Garm will sense you."
Knowing that they could leave, both Grewu and Bobota's eyes showed joy.
Angel nodded to Wardle: "Thank you."
"It's me who should be thanked. If it weren't for Your Majesty the Savior, I would probably go down to accompany my old friend now." Waddell said with a faint smile.
Angel glanced at Wardle and said no more. Instead, he turned to Grave and Bobota and nodded, then walked towards the basement first.
But just after taking a step, Wardle suddenly said: "I almost forgot, there is this."
As Wardle finished speaking, a faint light shone on everyone.
The light fell on them and disappeared.
"What is this?" Angel looked at the place where the light disappeared, but felt nothing.
"The outside world has noticed a lot of attention from the Yuantan Continent. These can temporarily hide the aura of the Yuantan Continent in you." Waddell explained.
Angel was stunned for a moment, but Wardle's words reminded him: "Our appearance in Molière's land like this will probably arouse suspicion, right?"
"Molière's Land is very special. No one has noticed it yet." At this point, Wardle suddenly raised his head and seemed to be looking into the distant void. After a while, Wardle smiled and said: "But now, Moliere Lière is quite lively."
