"Want to help?" The apprentice staggered up. The boiling blood squeezed his heart. As he watched the disemboweled golden beast behind him twitching and losing power, he actually tasted a hint of excitement. Death-defying makes me happy, Gaia is on top, the fire is lighting my head.
York cut off the sweeping claws with a sword, and the gold piece fell to the ground. "It won't be necessary for the time being." His movements were not fast, and he did not find any flaws. The sword blade collided with the minions of the golden beast in mid-air, and each blow was powerful and heavy. The adventurer refused to take a step back, forcing the statue to jump. He immediately dispersed, and the light element reappeared behind the beast.
After a sonorous cry, York held the statue's head and fell down. He gestured at the inlaid gems and walked up the steps with his apprentice.
"We need it now." The adventurer borrowed the short knife from him and knocked out the sparkling gem. Meimi was drooling when he saw it, but he knew that he had done nothing - it was embarrassing enough to yell on the high platform. The werewolf, who still had a sense of shame, had no choice but to remain silent.
"The mystery here is even higher." Uriel stood in front of the railing on the second floor. "Some things will become 'derivatives'. Even if they are not difficult to deal with, we'd better not be careless." His spine was still aching.
Meimi shrank her neck: "The second floor is the art gallery."
This means there will be a lot of decorative armor. Uriel's back hurt even more. "Don't bother, just go upstairs." He emphasized.
Fortunately, York reminded him: "Don't worry, there should be other passages from here. I just hope that the aesthetics of elves and humans will not be too different."
"why do you say so?"
"The palace of elemental life only has the main tower." The orange-faced man spread his hands, "Sita doesn't like to turn the palace into a complicated rabbit hole. If there is only one way to go upstairs, I think it would be better for Meimi to stay. Because once there are more enemies, he may have to fight the mysterious creatures by himself."
The little gray wolf blinked, "Maybe I can catch their eyes." He rubbed his nose unconfidently, "Then again, is it safe here? When we first came in, the two statues were at every turn."
Uriel regretted taking him with him. Perhaps leaving Meimi at the Black Moon Lake was the right choice. Kamaria harbors no ill will toward them, and anything that harbors ill will toward her will not come near the shore of the lake. Werewolves were once residents of Kamaria, and Memie would be safe by Blackmoon Lake. At least it's safer than being around yourself.
But to be honest, my worry about this werewolf didn't include my worry about his share of the treasure. When the apprentice was thinking about it, he couldn't help but think of the Wheel Gang. On the night of the werewolves, flesh and blood were sacrificed, and they slaughtered in Wenworth. Does this mean there's more to it than meets the eye? Does Quillen want the treasure, or does he want to return to Kamaria?
Where did they get the news about Kamaria?
"Go up." He finally decided, "Okay, we can go slower, but we must be careful. Meme, if you are willing to follow, just be smart and don't get hit by those things."
However, things were always unexpected from the beginning to the end - they didn't expect that the statue could move at first, and when they reached the throne at the top, they didn't expect that the armor and even the statues along the way would turn a blind eye to them. Uriel was sure that when he risked a collision with a piece of decorative armor, the broken helmet turned dullly, but it still did not notice the three living people strutting past him.
"Is it because of the statue's eyes?" York guessed.
"Meimi is fine too," the apprentice pointed out, "I think his pendant also played a role."
The adventurer agreed with his statement, "Mystery treats us as the same kind. If we had known we were outside, we would have come up here wearing armor."
"It's useless to talk about this." Uriel opened the door, and rustling dust fell to the floor. In front of him is a spacious hall.
A thousand years ago, the stone tiles would have been covered with a carpet woven with gold threads and silver velvet, with the pattern of ash trees and acorns; the ceiling would have been studded with red and sapphire stars, and the moon would have been a perfect sea pearl - imagine that it would have people The head is large, soft in color, and beautiful in color. York told them that the elves are a race that pursues perfection. They may break the pearls and re-glue them to reflect the cracks on the broken moon; the throne will be made of pure gold, with patterns about rivers and mountains, long swords and swords. To show the wealth and power of Alanvor.
In fact, there were no pearls and no carpets. It is ventilated on all sides, with an open ceiling, the reliefs on the vertical beams are blurred, and the remaining murals are peeling off. The innermost throne is a withered vine chair that looks like it will shatter if you reach out and touch it. All this is a huge disappointment.
Except for Memie, Uriel and York were all mentally prepared for the scene in front of them.
"Perhaps this was the first to decay." The adventurer said, "Earlier than the city wall outside."
"Isn't the war the main reason for destroying Kamaria?" The little gray wolf was confused. He looked around in frustration. Only the circular platform in the center facing the sky was still intact, and it was coated with a strange metal. York didn't recognize it either. He guessed that it was a mysterious item and its birth was related to the Broken Moon.
"But it is the most shabby place." The floors passing through each have their own characteristics, but without exception they are all roughly complete. Many things have become mysterious under the nourishment of magic power, but only on the top floor - the room with the strongest magic power according to the apprentice, there is no 'derivative'.
"Maybe it's the weather."
"It's useless even if you ask me about what happened a thousand years ago." the mercenary replied. He found no detail in the palace worthy of attention, but found that his companion was distracted. "Uriel, are you distracted?"
"Not really. I'm looking for the source."
"What exactly did you find?"
"The source of the entire Kamaria's magic power is in the hall." Uriel was very sure, "We just need to figure out why the Broken Moon didn't appear -"
"Can Kamaria be restored to her original state?"
Although it is night, I still hope you will stop dreaming. "It will remove the magic from objects in the capital of Alanwo."
"Why do you want to cancel it?"
"Stop talking nonsense, are you coming?" Uriel was more sure of York's attitude than the situation in the castle. Explaining it to you is as boring as talking about the news to female workers. At least they understand the gossip.
"I have no reason to say no." York started tapping the counter, neither of them sure what it was for. However, the hall was empty, with no objects worthy of attention anymore.
"Adventurers." Meimi whispered, "Mysterious creatures." He didn't seem very willing to stay here. "We might as well go pick up the eyes of the monster downstairs. They are both beautiful and practical."
"I think your wolf eyes are just fine. There's no need to rush to change them."
"If my eyes were really valuable, I would choose to keep one." Little Gray Wolf joined them. He immediately ejected his claws, and Uriel had no time to stop his seemingly helpful but actually destructive move.
Flashes of magic burst out—
"What did you do?" York lifted Meimi up and jumped far away. Uriel did not reproach him for making such a fuss, for he himself was no less generous. His sensitivity to magic made him the first to notice the movement on the platform, and his short knife made a mark on it.
Unexpectedly, Meimi turned her head and took a bite. As soon as the adventurer let go, the little wolf turned into a gray shadow. Uriel saw thick gray hair emerging from under his skin. First the limbs, back and cheeks, then covering the whole body. His facial features began to deform, his hands and feet twisted and stretched, and he landed lightly, using his limbs to relieve the force.
"Meimi?!" the apprentice gasped. Meimi turned into a wolf before their eyes.
It was a young wolf with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, about twelve inches in size, and fully equipped with claws. Its molten gold pupils were shining like two clusters of burning sparks on a snowdrift.
It jumped onto the platform, wearing an ivory pendant around its neck.
The adventurer didn't know whether to draw his sword or not. He reacted quickly to avoid being bitten by the opponent, otherwise the werewolf would turn him into the same kind; but Meimei was not a villain from the Wheel Gang, and the mercenary could not attack a little werewolf who was not even a monster, let alone in a few years. A few seconds ago he had been a companion.
"Magic!" Uriel noticed the mysterious fluctuations, and Kamaria's mystery was gradually becoming active. The source of the mutation was undoubtedly Meimi, but the apprentice never thought that the little gray wolf was acting on his own will. Gaia bless this.
The situation was beyond his control, and Uriel was suddenly desperate to end the illusion. He knew that he was escaping from reality, not even from the future. Because he was insecure, especially under the tunnel. But the reason must be found—the reason why Kamaria is abnormal, the reason why Memie is crazy. With the cause and effect, he can exert the effect of predicting magic.
Or maybe the adventure ends here. He only had to repeat all this to the goblin, and Memie did not have to follow him upstairs. The apprentice does not know where his unwillingness comes from. This is a dangerous mentality, no less than conceited. If I felt like I could do anything just because I lit the fire, I would have been killed by Newell when I met him.
Just when he decided to end it, Meimi let out a long, loud howl to the sky. Then there was another sound. The sound is reminiscent of the solemn bells in the church. Regardless of the tone and syllables, it is full of an appeal that transcends races.
Uriel and York couldn't help but tremble.
The latter whispered: "Mimi!"
The silver-gray wolf glanced down at him, and the apprentice felt that this was not an expression of friendliness. It seems to have forgotten the emotional memory of being a human being, and its eyes are filled with wildness and desire to kill. Maybe I saw it wrong. "Get away! York!" Uriel wanted to escape from the illusion at the same time.
But if it were so easy to succeed, Uriel wouldn't need to be afraid of his own magic. Just as he expected, the precognition was not interrupted. Things continued to unfold and he had to try again.
This time, he succeeded.
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