If I were actually in reality, I wouldn't see an Angmar tunnel running from both ends. Uriel leaned his head against the stone wall, his chest rising and falling, almost shaking off the soil.
He closed his eyes and opened them again, but the bright corridor still lay there, open to anyone who wanted to enter.
The matter is not too complicated, except that there are more torches and hanging lights on both sides of the tunnel, and the railway tracks have been renovated. Someone must have taken advantage of him to think of a way while he was in a dream, and then quietly removed the blocked sand, just to play a prank on him and see how stupid his surprised look was. Apart from York, I am afraid that the only other person with such a leisurely mood is himself who is suffering from sleepwalking and doesn't even know it.
——It's not a prank. If you want to appreciate my stupidity, just see how much I believe this guess.
"I have to say, this situation seems familiar." He dusted off the dirt on his body and accepted the reality faster than the professional adventurer York. "In Bonfire Town, in Knox Bar...it's not a big deal, it's still a railway tunnel after all."
"Can this be said to be no big deal?" Before the adventurer uttered these words, he walked forward for a while, then turned back and told him what kind of situation the two of them were in at the moment. "There is a straight passage in front of us, but I can't find the end. The way back is also missing. I think we may have slept for too long - do you think we are still alive now? Or have we been sleeping for thousands of years? ghost?"
He even gave evidence: "The car just now, and those people. We can't touch them at all. Only ghosts can do that."
"Don't talk nonsense."
Uriel felt that he needed to restrain this guy's overly rich imagination. He kicked the rails and was immediately glad that he had restrained most of his strength. "We can also touch objects and even use magic."
The transformed tunnel is brighter and wider. There were only light scratches on the iron-gray track, and Uriel could tell that there was steel and rock in it. Gang Yan, two special words collided with each other in his brain, but the apprentice couldn't grasp the key for the moment.
His gaze extended to two parallel lines in the distance. Along the way were scattered large and small wooden boxes and strange construction tools. Some of these things have uses that can be seen at a glance, while others are full of mystery, but basically they are all stained and worn. When Uriel picked up an unknown wooden handle in the corner, he barely found the message he could read.
"If you think that we are undead fires born from corpses, just pretend I didn't say anything."
Unexpectedly, the mercenary thought carefully for a moment. "Probably not. There is no body after the death of elemental life. We will return to the embrace of the goddess."
"I hope next time you can think clearly about the characteristics of your race for the first time. Didn't you say this is a mysterious place? There must be something wrong with the tunnel." Uriel threw the broken stick to him. .
A line of letters is engraved on the cross-section:
"Made by Victor Eastman United Workshop No. 3. Year of Green Leaves, Harvest Moon, Fourth Week』
"Last year." Fortunately, York can read. This year is the year of the Cold Moon, and now it is the third week of the Fire Moon. The Fire Moon in the southern part of the Eastman Kingdom only lasts for twenty days in total.
"Compared to Greenbrier City, the time here is not outrageous. There is only one problem - Bonfire Town became like that because of the Elf Gold Cup, and what happened to the tunnel?" York said, "It was not the same time when we came here. Such."
"I have to ask you this, what did you do while I was sleeping?"
"Doing what I do when you're not sleeping."
"Good job." I should have expected that he wouldn't give a decent answer. As soon as Uriel closed his eyes, fatigue came over him. I didn’t experience the Mystic’s endurance at all, which is mostly York’s responsibility. "It can't be that you blew it too hard and let the stone run away again, right?"
"Hey!" the orange-faced man protested.
"How long did we sleep?"
York thought for a moment, "About three hours."
"You did fall asleep too."
"I can't sleep without light!" He was already very angry, and Uriel had to tell him that he was joking in order to ease the tension of entering a new environment. The apprentice couldn't wait to close his eyes. He was sure that the moon was at its brightest in the sky outside.
"It's better now. There is no shortage of light here, but we may not be able to live without it." Uriel said worriedly. "It's just like in Bonfire Town. At least we can still distinguish the direction there, but there are only two options in the tunnel: forward or backward. I hope there won't be a fork in the road soon. Do you know which is north?"
"Mysterious lands don't recognize compasses," York replied. But Uriel doubted that they would be able to get out even if they had a compass.
The situation is not good. It was at this moment that Uriel truly realized the danger of the mysterious place. In the Valley of Sleep, with the double guarantee of Joey and precognitive magic, they seemed to be looking for the optimal solution to the problem. But no one can shovel the Pingma Tunnel now.
"Okay, let's find another way out." The apprentice sat on the rail again. "First we were in the Angmar tunnels a year ago."
The orange-faced man also sat down. "This place hadn't collapsed at that time." There was a hint of enlightenment in his expression.
"We must have done something unintentionally to break into this place." Therefore, the only way to get out of here is to use mysterious methods. Uriel analyzed: "The changes in Bonfire Town began when the Elf Gold Cup left the town. What did we take with us?"
"We brought ourselves."
The apprentice was startled, then suddenly snatched York's bagpipe, startling him. "Wait, I'm joking too!"
"Stop talking nonsense." Uriel pulled out the three silver finger bones, and the remaining fur immediately changed to its original shape; the scattered small objects turned into small spots of light and floated into the air and disappeared. "That's it." He couldn't help but touch it, "How did you do it?"
"A little magic. Just use fire to drive the elements." The adventurer also felt that what he said was nonsense. "You said it's a problem with the hand bones?"
"Could it be that you brought other mysterious items?"
"Only this one." The mercenary denied, "But we dug it out in the Valley of Sleep, and it has nothing to do with Alanwo and the elves. And hasn't the mystery on it been eliminated?"
"It was the devil's curse that was removed." Uriel corrected, "Of course it is a product of magic - if this thing is completely out of the category of mystery, we can only get a pile of ashes."
This couldn't be more reasonable. Although he still didn't know what the connection was between the caveman's finger bones and the anomalies in the Angmar tunnels, since the environment had responded unilaterally, Uriel had no choice but to give it a try.
He did what York said and used his magic to push the elements in the atmosphere. This is not too difficult, controlling precognition magic is much more difficult. The apprentice opened his eyes and saw the smooth and delicate piccolo lying in his palm. Bagpipes are too much trouble.
Uriel is about to blow it.
York suddenly snatched the flute back. "Do you want to leave now?"
"... You may not be able to do it yet, but you have to try." Only then did he realize that the focus of the mercenary was "now". "You don't want to go back? Gaia is on top, we don't even know where we are!"
"There is a road ahead." York insisted, "No matter what, the mysterious land is already open to us, what reason do we have to stop?"
Of course there are reasons, and there are many: first of all, we acted recklessly without a plan of action; secondly, we were in poor condition, so resting on the spot was the best option; and there was also the problem of the caveman’s phalanx, and we were not sure whether it caused us Entering a mysterious realm...
But if he had to worry about these things, he wouldn't be here with York. Do I look like a stubborn and cautious person? I really wish I was.
"Then let's keep walking." His neck seemed to be misaligned, and he was too painful to twist. "Maybe there's a more spacious place in front where I can sleep more comfortably."
"Follow those people and you may find something." The young adventurer suggested.
Uriel could clearly hear the friction of the wheels of the out-of-control truck. He couldn't help but think of the Wheel Gang. I have to be grateful to them, Uriel couldn't help but have this thought. Without these people, I might have parted ways with York and the others and went to Iron Claw City with Joey.
Will the Venetian gangster know his way into the mysterious place? Or didn't find the entrance at all?
The treasure of the elves is here, the real dream comes here, and the unknown wonders are ahead.
"Then we have to hurry."
…
Uriel had no idea how far they had gone. The tunnel is longer than before, but there are no side roads. The air was sometimes turbid and thin, and the ground was covered with mounds of dirt and gravel, but it was much cleaner than after the collapse. Sometimes apprentices would encounter several workers carrying shovels or hammers, and they would turn a blind eye to these two mysterious creatures who were not dressed in the same way as themselves.
He felt that the ground beneath his feet began to gradually tilt, and the sleepers and gravel on the rails were also messy. The whispers and footsteps in the darkness became obvious, but before he could see the crowd that was chasing the car in the first place, they seemed to have disappeared. The surroundings are not quiet, but the slight lack of noise at this moment is still unsettling.
When he turned a sharp corner, he finally understood why the car was running so fast. "We are heading in the right direction."
Uriel pulled back his foot that had slipped out uncontrollably. In front of him was a cliff-like steep slope with no bottom.
The track ends here. There were also broken steel bars about four or five meters away, and cracks were all over the rock and soil.
"There's a landslide here." Uriel breathed rapidly. "It's not the collapse of the passage, but the collapse of the ground."
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