Reincarnation Band Magician

Previously in the south, they didn’t know whether the magician’s idea of ​​building a maze on the seabed was successful or not, as they didn’t see it. But here, the maze attempt in the sand sea was successful.

They received reliable intelligence.

A maze hidden in the sea of ​​sand.

Golden Journey: 196, In the Desert

In the oasis, simple villagers shared the method of building a maze powered by yellow sand.

Kidding.

I just sent them the stone tablet that they couldn't understand as payment for the commission.

During the period of the unified empire, there were dozens or even hundreds of small countries living in the eastern desert, and there was a tribe in every oasis.

I won’t talk about what happened later. During the protracted war, the imperial people and local tribes on the border lived together. Until now, they basically all spoke the unified imperial language, but the local language and writing were also retained.

The stone tablet was written in a unique secret code. Fulilian, who had been with the Volamesh Imperial Library, was familiar with the format and successfully deciphered it after a week.

It was the information about that maze.

Like all maze builders, he built it to show off. If no one knew about it, it was as if it had not been built. The stone tablet recorded the approximate location and the builder's innovative technology.

The general principle is: use the force generated by the flow of yellow sand to power the magic mechanism buried hundreds or thousands of meters under the sand, providing the force for floating up and down.

As long as the core mechanism group is not destroyed, the maze will periodically appear in the desert.

The stone tablet says that it surfaces once every 20 years, but the last time it appeared was 50 years ago. There are people living nearby, so it is impossible to miss such a big thing.

The nearest settlement also came here in the past few decades, following the diverted river. Rumors about the ruins have been circulating for hundreds of years, but no one has returned, and there are only some boasts, which do not match up at all.

So it's reasonable to assume that no one has conquered it.

So they decided to make the maze the end of their adventure in the eastern desert.

They began their search two months ago.

After investigating the surroundings, Fulilian combined the principles of the mechanism recorded in the stone tablet and came to a conclusion: the magic mechanism was not malfunctioning, and the maze was not inaccessible, but the desert was moving, and the huge continuous sand dunes left here and ran away. Without enough sand to move, there would not be enough power to power the maze.

In this world where geology is just beginning to develop, there is no more in-depth theory. Flillian, who specializes in magic, is not interested in this aspect and her knowledge is not enough to analyze this phenomenon.

The reason for the conclusion is simple: she was here.

No matter how detailed the investigation or how thorough the theoretical analysis, it cannot compare to the sentence "I have been here".

Every elf is a walking history book - of course, this also depends on the scope of activities. In the past, more elves would never leave the forest in their entire lives, and would be in a daze all day, like a mushroom.

The builders probably didn't expect that after all the effort they put into holding back the sand during construction, a thousand years later, the sand dunes would move toward the seaside as a whole, and the sand would disappear - at least, much less than before.

This reminded Qing of a bridge they had seen before.

Bridge in the desert.

It is also something from hundreds of years ago. At that time, it was an oasis. The river flowing from the north poured down along the plateau, with lush aquatic plants and dense vegetation... Now there is only yellow sand and small animals.

The times are different in different times, and things are different in different times.

The same is true here.

"The efficiency of charging has decreased, resulting in an extension of the 20-year ascent."

This is the result of Fulilian's survey.

This problem is relatively easy to solve. Just use magic to make the sand flow. If there is no force, use external force to interfere.

When the maze was being built, this situation must have been taken into consideration. It is speculated that there is an upper limit to the amount of momentum the mechanism can absorb and move every day.

In the past few days, Fulilian used Qing, who acted as a magic amplifier, to assist in sensing the underground, confirming the approximate area of ​​the maze, recording the vibration feedback from deep inside, confirming the upper limit of daily changes, and then calculating the days based on the principle of the stone tablet.

The calculation result is: in another month - that is, in the next few days, the ruins will float up.

I hadn't planned to invest so much time, but before I knew it...

Among the four people, three did not notice the passage of time, and the remaining one did not have any objections when no one else said anything.

This is what is called a sunk cost.

……

The weather has been good recently. It may be because we have come out of the hinterland. We have never seen dust storms that can cover the sky and the earth. At most, we have to open the door hard when we wake up.

When I first arrived, the desert scenery was very shocking.

Now that I’m almost gone, I still find it shocking from a nostalgic perspective.

Qing likes to watch the sunrise.

Every morning, a large golden-red ball of light rises, and that momentary brilliance spreads over the sea of ​​sand, making every grain of sand sparkling, exquisite and beautiful.

Wash up.

There is an oasis half a day's journey from here. We decided to explore it and then turn the grapes into pumpkins in the middle of the night, and then turn them into a carriage to bring back the crystallized water from the oasis. We have stored a lot of it.

The whole process is done by human power, which can be regarded as ordinary daily strength training.

A small hill is paved behind the Crystal House.

Now there are only a few left.

It is worth mentioning that a while ago there was a slightly strong wind that pushed these smooth "stones" away, and some crystals were buried in the sand.

Qing didn't go looking for it.

I don’t know where those crystals will slide to. If someone dies in the desert, they may be lucky enough to survive by relying on these.

——In fact, there really was, but at that time Qing had temporarily forgotten the water he had "released" and was wondering why the points on the panel had increased.

Now, in the last cool moment before the heat, Qing brushed his teeth and spit foam at the cactus next to him.

There are some small animals near the house, observing humans from a distance.

After several people lived here for a long time, the food scraps and the huts that sheltered them from the sand and dust attracted some desert animals.

Even the desert has a unique ecological chain. Beneath the yellow sand, there are some buried traces of civilization and various ancient legends. In such a desolate place, you can feel the charm of life that is different from that in the forest.

The prerequisite is that the magic level is sufficient. Without magic, if you stay here for a day, you will be taken away for emergency treatment.

On windy and sandy days, small animals that cannot escape will come to harass them.

That day, Miss Toyokawa opened the door and looked at the sand cat, wolf, snake and lizard in surprise.

Later, Qing built a house not far away, and the frequency of harassment decreased.

I placed a crystal basin over there, calculated the water consumption, poured the water in, and then stood further away.

Soon they will come running over to drink water.

Out of a magical tacit understanding, on this occasion, the wolf and the rabbit can live in peace.

Just like when a sandstorm rolls in, they can even stay under the same roof.

Admiring this rare scene of peace in this cruel environment, the fur and scales are shining in the morning sun.

Qing peeked at the fur of the unknown desert cat, which looked very soft and fluffy.

In addition, modern cats may find it arrogant to have such a large litter box.

Qing looked at it for a while, then turned around to boil water and heat up the rice.

After the morning, the desert might heat up as fast as the water he boiled.

……

Wash up, eat, and set off.

The elf was still a little confused at this time. The temperature here before it warmed up was still a little low for her, so she tied the blue scarf and would take off her outer clothes together in a while.

With an expectation that is about to fade away but always exists, they hope to see the ruins today.

Golden Journey: 197, Ruins

Appeared.

It finally appeared.

When the pyramid-shaped ruins emerged, the people surrounded by dust looked at its shadow and thought so.

Just today, the ancient ruins that had been covered in dust for 50 years and the maze of the sea of ​​sand came to light again, bringing moist water vapor from hundreds of meters underground.

The wet sand quickly evaporated, turning into a golden color and slowly sliding down. Then, the smooth outer wall opened like a shutter, revealing what was probably the door.

Afterwards, faint magical signals began to become active inside.

The huge vibration caused the surrounding creatures to flee in fear, but the monsters in the sand sea were attracted by the movement.

"call out--"

The pale beams of light enveloped in darkness turned them into ashes.

Xiangzi waved his umbrella to shake off the sand, and used it as a parasol to shield his head again.

After killing so many monsters, those monsters, under the threat of their lives, succumbed to the temptation of food, or lurked not far away and observed this side.

Amidst the tremors, the sand began to flow, and Qing dragged Fulilian to a stable place.

The elf adjusted the crystal goggles on his face and said, "Qing, I need to sense the operation of the mechanism. This time, the accuracy must be higher."

"it is good."

Qing continued to act as a magic amplifier, extending the magic into the maze, while hugging Fulilian and maintaining the stability of the magic signal output through close contact.

Because she was wrapped in a black robe, the conductivity was slightly reduced, so the contact surface of the body was larger. Fulilian was like Clara when she was a child, hanging all over Qing.

No one cares.

"The outer layer is engraved with offensive magic, such as poison, lightning, and fire... Climbing from the outside really isn't going to work, so let's start from the first layer."

"This magical reaction... is due to the undead. This place is perfect for preserving corpses, so they're still capable of fighting after a thousand years. There are also many other monsters that seem to have survived for fifty years by hibernating and only replenishing their magic power. I'm sure there are some rare creatures from thousands of years ago... Ah, I found the core."

Experienced elves can distinguish the approximate populations just by the slight differences between the magic sources. This is pure accumulation and it takes hundreds of years.

In this regard, the unobservant great demon Mahat cannot compare.

Fulilian continued to calmly sense the situation. "Judging from the reaction of this energy, the ruins can probably last until sunset. Don't worry. There are escape routes on each floor. We can retreat directly if necessary."

After thinking about it, she made a little joke.

"Our food reserves are probably not enough to last 50 years."

Miss Xiangzi shuddered, thinking that it sounded horrible, not funny.

Qing and Mahat began to seriously consider how to break out if they were trapped in such a deep sea of ​​sand.

Mahat can turn himself into gold, control the sand, and then wrap himself in gold, breaking through little by little. When his magic power is exhausted, he will stop and recover. It will take about a few months to break through the depth of several hundred meters.

It was obvious that they could not survive for several months without breathing - if there were sufficiently good monks, perhaps it could be done, but not now.

The only option was to use great force to create miracles, continuously compressing the killing magic, penetrating the sand, and then reinforcing it with crystals.

Without considering the issue of oxygen, it will probably take more than a week.

Shifting sands are unfriendly opponents.

"Alright, let's go. If necessary, we can blow up the walls of the maze. However, since this is such a rare structure, it's best to preserve it as much as possible."

If the outer shell is damaged, yellow sand will flow in and the power structure will collapse.

That was a design that even Fulilian was amazed at. It was a proud "toy" that the magician thousands of years ago showed off to future generations. It would be a pity to destroy it like this. If possible, let it continue to sleep.

Several people quickly came to the door.

The maze of the sea of ​​sand begins to be conquered.

……

This is a thousand-year-old elf and is very powerful.

This is a treasure chest with a 99% chance of containing a Mimic.

Who will win?

It’s really hard to guess.

"Aaaaaaah! It's so dark! Help me! Qing! Xiang!"