Chapter 166: Tomb of Mentilosa (Part 1)

Style: Fantasy Author: Grape Vine TurretWords: 1907Update Time: 24/01/18 17:43:29
Wall, wall, and wall after corner, the deep rock walls are like endless cold bones, telling the sorrow of the deceased.

This is a dead underground building. Even in the dream, it still exudes the smell of decay and dilapidation, as well as the faint, fragrant purple fuel smell that reveals fatal danger.

"I asked, how long have we been wandering around here?" Ilhan said drippingly. For his size, the thick and reliable steel half-armor was really a terrible burden at the moment.

"Shut up, it seems like someone is following us." Jackal Hoffand growled alertly, "I can feel it."

"They're just some ghouls wandering underground." The crow didn't seem to care. "As long as you hear the sound of the sword being unsheathed, they will fade away like the tide."

Ed's mind was not on the people arguing at the moment, but still on the divination cards:

Isn't this the reappearance of El's memory? Since he plays the role of Fitz the mouse, even if the divination is really effective, its content should point to Fitz.

And the meaning of that deck of cards seemed to point to himself, which was really strange.

[Remember what I said? Dreams never exist independently of reality, my dear good sir. Dreams are complex and difficult to describe, and they are no more false than reality. 】

The flame subtitles flashed before my eyes.

I hope it's just an illusion. Ed thought to himself, there are many far-fetched elements in divination, and just three cards cannot prove much.

However, the premonition in his heart reminded him with a faint sting that the "crow" in front of him was probably the real culprit who killed him in the pneumatic subway control room, and his divination skills may not be a lie.

"Fitz, didn't Hofende say someone is following us? Use your mouse to find the way." El reminded.

"……Oh well."

Ed closed his eyes and pretended to be trying to control a single mouse for reconnaissance, but actually did nothing.

Even if he disguises himself as Fitz the Mouse and replaces his role in the dream, his abilities are inimitable. Although he is as good at using the "Puppet" secret text as Fitz the mouse, Ed has not mastered the ability to control animals, and he dare not try it rashly.

After all, there have been too many precedents before. Extraordinary people rashly tried to penetrate into the consciousness of animals, but lost their humanity and refused to return to the body. In the end, the body lost consciousness and gradually dehydrated and died.

"Is something following us?" Hoffender asked.

"Just some wandering ghouls," Ed replied. "He's right."

"Really?" Hofende shrugged his nose at the surroundings, looking dubious, "I always feel that it doesn't smell like a ghoul. The smell of feces and rot is too light, but I can't say it is. What……"

Suddenly, the crow walking at the front stopped:

"Here we are."

"Where are you? This is obviously a wall." El asked, looking at the wall of the dead end in front of him.

Crow finally took off his left glove, which was a pale and slender left palm. The faint blue blood vessels under the skin were clearly visible.

A sharp piece of amethyst was taken out of his pocket and easily cut his palm, and the bright red blood flowed into a thin red line.

Then, as if in a state of nervousness, he pressed his palm against the wall, and the wall seemed like a sleeping baby suddenly sucked breast milk and began to impatiently absorb nutrients.

The blood immediately penetrated the wall along a certain pattern, gradually turning into a strange purple color and dripping down like teardrops:

Spreading its wings, its tail feathers are like fire, rising from the fire, looking up to the sky and roaring - that is the phoenix emblem representing the Voluni Empire.

Since his blood can open hidden tombs, does this mean that this guy named "Crow" has elf blood, and may even be related to the elf royal family?

Ed watched quietly from the side. This couldn't be Tia. Even if the voice could be disguised, the shape and color of the palm were completely different from Tia's.

Although almost as slender, Tia's palms were obviously much warmer and fuller. There were almost no blood vessels under the skin, and they were never as pale as this.

In other words, not only are the descendants of Elustian and the Phoenix family not cut off, there may even be two of them, and they all happen to be in Silvermist City?

This is too strange. If the survivors of two elven royal families can be found in Silvermist City, then who knows how many surviving members of the elven royal family have not been unearthed in the world. Doesn't that mean that the Phoenix family has no heirs at all?

This conclusion is completely different from what Ed knows. The Divine Bureau has been investing a lot of manpower and resources to secretly hunt down the Elf Royal Family. This is absolutely true.

And according to the open source intelligence from the Bureau of Divine Investigation, the Phoenix family should indeed be extinct, otherwise the Nirvana Order would not be so desperate and crazy to attack the heirs of "Black Sun" Richard II as revenge.

In this case, how did Tia and the fortune teller named "Crow" survive?

The stone wall did not open upward or to both sides as expected, but directly dispersed into a pool of steaming mist like dry ice, disappearing into nothingness, as if it was just an illusion that never existed.

At the end of the fog dissipated, an exquisite crystal bird's claw stood on the golden coffin in the shape of a twelve-pointed star. The flawless pure red gemstone is held in the palm of the hand, and the bright iridescent fire spreads along the crystal, like a rainbow standing in the clear sky.

The Eye of Mentilosa...

Ed recognized at a glance that this was the treasure he got by chance from Elder Issyk, the crystallization of the personality of the legendary magician Mentilosa - "Mentilosa's Eyes".

Since the gem is in the hands of these people, Elder Issik...

It seems that Hofend’s hunch is right...

Feeling the heat wave rising behind him, Ed turned his head as expected.

I saw a dozen fireballs the size of heads, soaked with blood, slowly emerging in the direction they came from, like a dozen suns suspended in the night sky...