After the holy sword is broken

"I'm a bit regretful." Burgess said while using the magic lamp to detect signs of magic fluctuations, and walked slowly, "I didn't write down the layout of the dungeon."

Now, the two can only grope forward, unable to determine where they are, and do not know where the front leads.

"According to the basic building rules, the direction of this pattern... My specialty is weapon forging, not large-scale buildings! Dungeons are not ordinary underground facilities, so it is too difficult to speculate."

After walking several dead ends one after another, Burgess was a little irritable.

In the abandoned dungeon, the light is dim, and it is difficult for non-dark creatures to adapt here. In addition, there are dangers inside, and the negative emotions in the heart will gradually grow after staying for a long time.

Gloomy, desperate, and violent, always attacking the defense of the heart.

Argel pressed his shoulder: "Don't worry."

The executor's voice was very calm, with a calming force, as if as long as he was by his side, there was nothing to worry about.

He took the magic lamp from Burgess, and still held the epee in the other hand: "Follow me."

"Do you know where to go?"

"I don't know, but I have memorized all the roads I have traveled. At most, I will try all the remaining roads and I will always get out."

"Really patient." He said so, but his heart slowly settled down.

Bumping around without a clue, I saw many amazing scenes along the way.The vastness and magnificence of the underground city are far beyond the imagination of anyone in the world.

The magnificent underground palace of the dwarves is just a simple crypt in front of this underground miracle.

The dungeon is a miraculous place that no dwarf craftsman of later generations can replicate, it is the supreme display of all craftsmanship, and it is a dusty pearl that has been forgotten in a corner of time.

When walking into a tall door frame—the door has long been destroyed, but the remaining traces still tell the posterity of its former beauty—

Two unexpected intruders saw a girl.

Is it a girl?

Her face is so youthful and beautiful, even if she is a sinner, kneeling among the eighteen steles, bound heavily by thick chains, the lines under the black robe are still soft and beautiful.

But her long hair, her soft and straight hair, had already turned white.

It is not the silvery white that is unique to descendants of the Silver Moon Goddess, but a paleness full of old age, full of the helplessness of the passage of time.

Her eyes were closed tightly, as if falling into a deep sleep.

No one dared to disturb.

Suddenly, the white-haired girl disappeared, leaving only a ruined stele and an empty chain.

"It's an illusion." Burgess said softly, "She's been kneeling here for too long."

1000 years.

Alger came back to his senses, and asked softly, "Jioruosi?"

"Could it be someone else?" Burgess took two steps forward and was held back by Alger.

"Be careful of magic traps." Alger said, "I heard that the vampire who first broke through the seal and strayed into the dungeon died suddenly after breaking the seal of Jiuruosi, because of the instant death magic left here."

"How did you hear about it? I have no such impression at all."

Jiu Ruosi, the master of the underground city, is one of the most mysterious existences in the entire continent.

Few people know why, as a court mage, she overthrew the five great empires more than 2000 years ago.

Few people know how she obtained the friendship of the dwarves and how she obtained the ownership of the dungeon.

How did it escape from the seal, and why did it establish the current human empire?

How to unite the saint who once sealed her, and swung back the demon king who broke through the gate of hell with one sword.How did it disappear without a trace?

Conjectures about her have never stopped from 2000 years ago until today, but no one has ever been able to come up with a conclusion.

Some people say that she is the inheritor of the mage council that was overthrown by the five empires over 2000 years ago.

Some people think that she was bewitched by demons and returned to the light under the guidance of the gods.

Many people think that she is simply crazy.Only a lunatic can do such capricious things.

"Your Excellency Fei Liya said that she is currently the most knowledgeable mage in the poem of truth."

Alger used the magic lamp to carefully detect the surrounding magic traces, found a relatively safe path, and signaled Burgess to follow.

"According to other information she disclosed, the place where Jiuruosi was sealed, and further on, is..."

A tall domed palace.

Five of the eight ornate columns had been broken, leaving only three broken columns barely supporting the dome.The ground is covered with thick dust, and when you step on it, you can leave clear footprints, revealing the gorgeous patterns underneath.

Shady moss grows in the corner of the wall. In the dungeon where water and food are scarce, there are no insects, ants or animals to eat, and they seem to avoid this place deliberately.

Directly ahead, there are wide steps, and above the steps, there is a throne.

There is a person lying on it.

A man in the robes of an ancient mage.

The throne is not wide enough for an adult to lie flat on it.The back of the man's shoulders rested on one armrest, his legs crossed the other, and his arms were folded across his chest.

It's a very bad posture.

The man turned his head and looked down at them in a nonchalant manner.

Emerald-like dark green eyes, with a demure and deep gaze.

They saw her appearance clearly, she was exactly the same as the person kneeling in the eighteenth stele just now, the only difference was that her hair was not pale, but pure black.

The crossed legs were lowered, and she stood up, taking two steps forward.

"Outsiders, since you were able to pass through many obstacles and come to me, then I can temporarily not hold you accountable for trespassing on the dungeon."

That voice was cold and clear, piercing through thousands of years, resounding in the dilapidated hall.

"I give you two choices.

"First, leave with worldly treasures.

"second……"

She stretched her hand down—

At this moment, her figure disappeared without a trace like before, like a dream.

"This is also an illusion," Burgess murmured, "The dungeon still remembers its owner."

The throne that lost its owner and became empty has been covered with a thick layer of dust, and it is no longer the magnificence and beauty in the illusion.

The dungeon has declined, forgotten in the corner of time by this continent.

"Since I have found the main hall, I think I can find a way to the ground." Alger said.

"How did you know? The Poetry of Truth also has a map of the dungeon?"

Argel shook his head: "I also heard from Her Majesty Fei Liya that the seniors who crusaded Jiuruosi back then opened up a shortcut when they left here, so it should be nearby."

In the dark night, an agile figure flashed back and forth between the buildings, dodging one patrol team after another.

Pick up the shift time, avoid the eyes and ears of the guards, and enter through the small window on the side of the palace.

Sufficient preparation allows the intruder to quickly approach the target without alarming anyone.

Landed quietly.

Just go through this corridor, stun the soldier at the end of the patrol who will pass after two breaths, and drag him to a utility room in the corner to get a set of royal guard armor.After that, she can continue to approach that bastard who took away her lover.

The ambient light suddenly brightened.

Heart tightening, she raised her head.

Quietly, he was surrounded by heavily armed guards.

In the front was a woman.

She has long dark red hair and dark red eyes, the scarlet color is so rich that it is almost black.

This is the signature feature of the human royal family, as a powerful family of red dragon warlocks, a sign passed down from generation to generation from their ancestors.

"I heard that the ninth executor of the Poetry of Truth is a knight, why did he become a thief and an assassin?"

the woman asked slowly.

For the appearance of the princess, she was only stunned for a moment, and then she sank down and tried carefully.The hand behind his back quietly touched the hilt of the sword at his waist.

"Your Highness, the second prince you are close to, if the eldest prince loses his threat, it should be no harm to you."

The corners of the princess's mouth were slightly raised, revealing an elegant arc.

Her voice, still soft and gentle, slowly spit out from her bright red lips.

"What are you talking about? No matter which prince is my elder brother, how can I expect them to have accidents?"

The sound of drawing the sword sounded, accompanied by a short curse sound.The female knight glanced at the magic lock wrapped around her body, raised her head, and a man in a robe walked out from behind the princess.

"Daina!" She gritted her teeth and squeezed out the man's name from between her teeth.

"Gol, give up resisting." The mage just said lightly.

The female knight struggled: "Dana! You actually colluded with the royal family! Are you worthy of Fei Luo and the order?!"

Dana just looked at her calmly.

"If you are allowed to stir up even bigger disputes, you will be living up to the expectations of the church."

He snapped his fingers, and the Sleeping Curse took effect immediately.The female knight wanted to resist with willpower, but her eyelids became heavier and heavier.

"Go to sleep, soon, you can go home."

"Dana...you, not...class..." The female knight realized that something was wrong, before she had time to say anything, she soon fell into a peaceful sleep.

In another corner of Wangcheng.

In the dimly lit room, a tall figure hovered anxiously, whispering something incessantly.

"I can't find it, why can't I find it...

"Obviously, it has caught a breath before.

"Who is blocking me?"

Beside him, there was a round table with the diameter of an adult's arm span, and the table was just above his waist.It was covered with a layer of black flannel, and a pure white crystal ball was placed in the center.

A red liquid dripped continuously from the top of the crystal ball, and when it touched the surface of the sphere, it turned into a puff of flame.

A piece of orange-red slender feathers slowly fell to the table.In the room, a mournful bird song sounded.

As if awakened by birdsong, he sighed, and said to himself with some compromise: "Why don't you try that method again."

The author has something to say: Don’t look at some historical figures in the article as if they are very powerful, in fact, the filter is added well... (Wang Tian)

Crawl out of the dungeon in the next chapter. After all, this is not a dungeon adventure novel. _(:3」∠)_