Roma felt like she had transformed from a beetle into a lizard, crawling quietly on the rock wall. Her claws dug into the stone, nailing it firmly to the side, and her belly pressed against the sand. The night elf was right behind her. His movements were much larger than hers, but they were always silent and relaxed. This cannot be achieved simply by using the cover of fog. Elementalists shouldn't be able to compete with Windrunner in terms of arm strength, but Dalton is high-level, and Roma has just gotten his own profession.
They climbed for nearly twenty minutes before reaching the bottom. The pink mist became deep and rich, but still sweet. Roma was happy to share the source of the fog with Dalton so she wasn't the only one suffering.
"Vampires like to think about these things." Unexpectedly, Zhuoer was very calm and didn't care about her exaggerated description. "Just like humans study cooking techniques and ingredient combinations. Their bodies can capture magic power most efficiently to maintain life. My ancestors discovered their advantages, so they also specialized in how to harvest the life fruits of vampires."
Night elves actually still have this kind of ancestral craftsmanship? Roma knew that the Vampires would use mortals to create cauldrons. As a result, these drow seemed to treat the Vampires no differently than they did humans. No wonder the two races were mortal enemies. "Can you eat people?" she couldn't help but ask.
He seemed offended. "Maybe the Lions."
"I am a lion, not a lion." She also realized that she was asking the wrong question. "Humans are not the most palatable food for us."
"The same goes for night elves. We prefer fungi, but most human food is acceptable. As for beasts, there are occasionally wild game in the palace. I have heard many exaggerated rumors in Eastman, such as night elves Can eat lizards alive." Zhuoer took this as a problem and analyzed it carefully.
"I can do it too," Roma declared. "My people also like to eat crocodiles." This was what her mentor Yasukawa told her, and the little lion believed it.
"I hope they don't love ghosts." However, Dalton thought she was talking nonsense and answered perfunctorily.
The further down you go, the thinner the smoke becomes. It seems that the pipe she always hides in is specially built to clear the smoke near the secret ritual. Roma looked behind him at the guards, who were lingering at the other end of the cave, watching the vampire repeat his sad cycle back and forth. The bright cauldrons sparkled like a pile of rubies, with mist condensing on their surfaces. The clear crystals seemed to contain noble values that most mortals would never be able to touch.
Dalton paused on the edge of the cliff. Under their feet was a small rock protrusion as wide as the palm of their hand, and with the slightest movement, the gravel and soil would fall down. The embankment on the opposite side is much wider, and because the terrain slopes inward, its edge looks like a crescent moon in the red mist.
Roma suddenly remembered the story about the Broken Moon that Sauron had shared with him when they were floating across the Golden Bird River. At that time, I was worried that I would drift into the sea of singing.
"What's down here?" Zhuoer asked again.
The core of mystery. Roma said nothing. Why should I answer when he asks me? He is afraid. Fear is contagious.
She took her first step into the abyss.
While looking at the pit from a distance, Roma was still interested in paying attention to the vampire on the edge of the cliff. But when she got really close to the secret ritual, she could experience firsthand the despair of those people. The bottomlessness brought about dizziness, suffocation and weightlessness. As long as she lowered her head, her muscles would spasm, and her hands and feet would become stiff due to the sudden fear. She climbed to the third step before the night elf caught up with her. Roma was startled by the stone hitting her head, and she managed to stay calm and hold on to the side wall. Even the rock walls in this damn place are very soft.
The sickly sweet mist no longer surrounded her, but the suppression of fire by the edge of order began to creep into her pores. Roma even felt that the operation of magic was extremely difficult. Gradually, she could no longer see the red light penetrating the mist, and only her own breathing could be heard in her ears.
This isn't right. "Are you afraid of heights?"
The night elf gave her a confused look and shook his head.
"Then why are you holding your breath?" She was shocked. Roma thought she was the only one left on the cliff. Sauron flickered slowly on her finger, and she held it to illuminate her companion's face. "Your face is purple."
The words made him roll his eyes. "I'm a night elf."
Roma didn't feel embarrassed, she was still immersed in the irritation caused by panic. "Then why did you suddenly lose your voice?"
"Ahem, it's just subconscious." He wrinkled his nose and said, "This place is full of vampire stink." It was as if his sense of smell was more sensitive than that of the lion man.
After climbing down another twenty yards, Sauron's runes suddenly stopped flashing. Roma's heart clenched and she couldn't help but stop moving. This time it was the night elf's turn to ask her: "What's wrong?"
"Sauron is out of light."
"As if it were a light bulb." Drow turned his head and pulled out his dagger and rapier alternately. "The order down here is weaker, and the rune life will be affected even more. But if you ask me, your ring seems to have lost its power. Even the White Envoy cannot make it work forever, let alone Besides, he has...well, you didn't hear the last sentence."
Roma didn't care what he said. She is now shrouded in confusion, as if she has returned to the time after she separated from Yasukawa. She wandered in the dim forest with no direction or purpose, as if she had been abandoned... At that time, there was also a thick fog everywhere. It’s different. I knew I was on the right path.
"We'd better hurry up." Although Dalton assured that there are no high-level vampires here, Sauron had only heard of the idea of observing vitality, and Roma could not dispel his doubts about him. The little lion took out his paw and continued downward. She could feel the clay between her toes and the dull pain in her palms. In this situation, the only thing that could cheer her up was panic.
Despite the tight schedule, it took them an hour to reach the bottom. The little lion Roma finally has her feet on the ground. She can't wait to change back to her original shape and roll around on the ground.
Drow poked the soil with his cursed sword, "I suspect that there is sea water under this layer of soil. But in fact, Gray Winged Bird Island is not that deep at all."
The earth was not drenched in blood as Rome imagined. Dalton insists that vampires don't waste food that much, which I wasn't convinced about before. "This is a mysterious place. The Mysteries of Pain have no entity. I think this cave is within the scope of abnormality. There is nothing to make a fuss about..."
"Keep your voice down." He looked behind her nervously.
Under his guidance, Roma looked back and saw a gray-white stone forest. The words stopped abruptly. "Is that a vampire?"
"Dead Bloodborn."
Bodies are strewn at the bottom of the cliff. Most of them are stones and broken limbs. It is difficult to see a complete body. Compared to the scrapyard at the entrance to the pipeline, this place is even cleaner. Roma endured the creepy feeling and looked around, and immediately noticed that there were several figures under the farthest mountain wall dealing with dead people, and a few others were searching inside. Bloodborn Alchemist. Her tail wrapped around her thigh unconsciously.
Zhuoer's focus is different from hers: "They seem to be divided into two teams with different tasks, which is different from what you said."
Roma quickly observed carefully, and then discovered that the vampires walking towards the center were all carrying "pure cauldrons", and they were obviously not here to clean up the center. These blood-born alchemists numbly trekked to the center of the stone forest and disappeared into the dense obstruction. "What's in the middle? The core of the mystery?"
She guessed wrong. When Roma got closer to the center of the corpse, they realized their mistake. The rich color of blood came into view, and the mist lingered on the pond, but it was clearly distinct from the water surface. The little lion was ten yards away from the bright pond, and she felt her stomach twitch.
Dalton frowned even more, looking as if he saw two flies holding a wedding next to the garbage dump. It was obvious that flies and weddings were the most unpopular things in his world. He reached out his hand as if to cover his nose, but ended up covering Roma's face.
Without thinking, Roma bit the base of his thumb.
"There is someone." Zhuoer mouthed to her.
A ripple spread to the shore, and the waves splashed in the blood-red pond. Roma let go of her mouth and realized that what was inside was not blood, but liquid cauldron potion.
"...Gulf...Seeds..."
Having spent several months in the convent, Roma was sure it was a woman's voice. It seems that she cannot be Prince de la Breit, which is good news.
"...You're not here in Byrne!" The voice suddenly rose in pitch, like sharp thorns rubbing against steel. "Witches and... ports..."
What followed was a series of small but urgent whispers that Roma couldn't hear clearly no matter how hard she strained her ears. The restrictions of the law hindered magical means. She looked back at Dalton. Drow still had a focused expression. After noticing her movement, he turned his head.
"She's a devil." As if this wasn't a surprising discovery. "Did you hear me later?"
It turns out you didn't hear it either. The little lion stared and shook his head. "She's probably talking about Knight's Cove." But why are you saying this when you're talking to yourself?
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