Hearing Poincaré's words, the two of them shuddered.
Aren’t they just the food they bring to their mouths...
Seeing that the two of them were no longer hunched over and panting, Poincaré asked, "Have you rested? We have to keep going."
The two nodded and followed Poincaré forward with their swords in hand.
They took out spare torches from their backpacks, lit them and handed them to Poincaré.
The dark and deep Gaokuang cave gradually became lower.
The darkness that arouses unknown fear in people's hearts has not been dispelled by the light of torches.
The flickering light of the fire made the areas that could not be illuminated become even darker.
Poincaré walked in front of the group holding a torch, which he held out some distance from his body.
In such a cave, torches not only serve as lighting, but also to detect whether there are any problems with the air ahead.
If there is poisonous gas, it will expand under the baking of the torch, giving off a strange smell; if there is a lack of oxygen, the burning of the torch will gradually become weaker.
And so on.
As the smell of snake and fish gradually became stronger, the Poincare trio also gradually went deeper.
The further he walked inside, the more confusion arose in Poincaré's heart.
Why does the cave get lower the further you go in?
Could a giant dragon really be entrenched in such a low cave? It feels like it can't get in at all.
Poincaré thought about it, and he guessed that there was another entrance in the cave, which was larger and could allow the dragon to enter and exit freely.
But where is that entrance? Logically speaking, the larger the entrance, the more conspicuous it should be.
But why didn't they find the entrance when they walked away from the foot of the mountain and faced the entire mountain?
Poincaré had doubts in his heart, but this did not affect his progress.
The pace under his feet is neither fast nor slow. It is the most energy-saving pace while ensuring a certain degree of efficiency.
With this pace, he led John and Assef for half an hour.
Then, he noticed that the rock walls on both sides began to change, and the roof of the cave began to gradually become taller and wider.
He was keenly aware that this meant they were heading towards a huge cave.
That may be where the dragon lives.
Poincaré whispered to the two people behind him to tell them his guess and get them ready.
Hearing this, the two of them cheered up with great vigor and clenched the hilts of their swords tightly.
Suddenly, a faint sound came from the front.
The sound was very long and deep.
Poincaré wondered to himself what the sound was.
While thinking, he felt the wind blowing from the front.
"Are we close to another entrance?" He thought, if there is wind blowing in the cave, it means there is a wind inlet on the other side.
But the wind still feels a little warm.
Just when he was lost in thought, a muffled groan came from behind him.
The fire behind him was instantly extinguished.
Poincaré's heart rang with alarm, and he turned around suddenly, the sword in his hand ready to slash out at any time.
John also looked nervous, turned around and put the torch behind him.
However, he did not see the green-faced and fanged monster, nor did he receive the fierce flames of the dragon.
I only saw a man touching and rubbing his forehead. That was Assef.
"What's wrong with you?" John asked.
Assef grinned and said, "I accidentally hit the rock wall and knocked out the torch."
Poincaré breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this. That's right. Assef was relatively tall, so he was most likely to hit his head in the cave, which was getting lower and lower and the ceiling walls were of different heights.
John was stunned, "Then why didn't you say anything and made me so nervous?"
Assef said awkwardly: "I happened to hit a hard rock bump on the rock wall. It hurt so much that I couldn't speak."
"I obey you," John was speechless. He picked up the torch that fell on the ground and lit it with his own torch.
"Your torch is just like you. It goes out as soon as you drop it, and it's just as easy to cause trouble." John joked.
Assef scratched his head with a smile and took the torch.
Hearing what John said, Poincaré was suddenly stunned.
He held the torch and approached the rock wall, only to see dots of reflections on the rock wall.
He rubbed his fingers on it, and then rubbed his fingertips, feeling a wet feeling.
"This is..." As if he thought of something, he shined the torch on the surrounding rock walls.
Then he said solemnly: "The dragon is not far ahead of us."
He pointed to the reflective spots on the rock wall and said: "These water droplets are caused by hot air meeting the cold rock wall and seeping out."
"The reason why Assef's torch was extinguished so easily was because of these water droplets. They made the rock wall damp."
Poincaré blamed himself as he spoke, why did he only realize this now.
I should have noticed it a long time ago, but maybe I was busy on my way and the surroundings were too dark, so I didn't notice this abnormality.
"To have such heat, there must be water and sufficient temperature." Poincaré guessed, "And the dragon's breath can meet these two conditions."
He stretched out his hand to feel the wind passing through the cave. "These blowing winds are the air blown out by the dragon's breath, and those faint sounds are its breathing."
Upon hearing Poincaré's speculation, the two of them suddenly felt a little horrified.
Just by breathing, you can make the rock wall covered with water dew, so how big must this dragon be.
They have begun to believe it involuntarily in their minds, and are frightened by the imagination that keeps popping up in their minds.
So they could only hold the sword in their hands tightly and gain some small sense of security through this behavior.
Then firm determination appeared in their eyes.
The three looked at each other, Poincaré nodded, turned around again and led the way forward.
The rock wall gradually expanded upwards, and Assef no longer had to worry about banging his head.
Poincaré led the two of them away for five or six minutes. The longer they walked, the heavier he felt.
The farther the hot breath of the dragon can blow, the more powerful the dragon is.
Finally, after about ten minutes, they suddenly could no longer see the upper rock wall in front of them.
The rock walls on both sides also came to an end, replaced by a huge empty space.
There was light coming down from the top of the head, illuminating the center of the empty space, reflecting the dust swimming in the air.
Poincaré looked up to see where the light fell, and saw a gap between the rock walls above the empty dome, and the sky could be vaguely seen outside the gap.
Then he understood that this was another entrance that he guessed should be there.
But when he saw this entrance, he vaguely felt that something was wrong.
Just when he wanted to think and explore, he was about tens of meters in front of him, in the darkness not far behind the center of the empty space.
Suddenly two round wheels the size of wheels lit up.
The round wheel showed a metallic color, strange and majestic.
