There are two ways out of the room filled with mysterious runes and containing the Eternal Sleeper's magical device.
One is the path that Bard took when he came down, connecting the sloping ramps in the upper and middle areas, and the other continues to extend forward to the dark and chaotic middle and lower levels.
Standing in front of the corridor leading deeper, Gawain briefly concentrated on sensing the distribution of magic power in the surrounding environment.
The subtle energy field that enveloped the entire Solinburg area still exists here, and a steady stream of life force escapes from the roots of the giant tree, as if someone is releasing endless energy. Healing technique, all organisms within the range are affected by this energy field, and even Gawain feels slightly invigorated.
Besides this energy field, he did not sense any other threatening aura.
The team that came down together gathered behind Gawain, and the team commander quickly gave an order: "Group of five, form a one-two-two exploration formation, and proceed cautiously."
The fully armed magic energy combatants immediately took action, divided into several groups with one vanguard shield guard, two observers, and two firemen, and began to advance in this deep and long corridor. The comprehensive tactical eyepieces brought The new magic vision allowed them to clearly and intuitively see the distribution of magic power in the underground palace, and the rune light emitted by the magic equipment on their bodies soothed everyone's tense mood.
There were only orderly footsteps in the underground palace.
Amber followed Gawain, her eyes widening along the way. The dim environment in this underground palace has no effect on her who was born in the shadow realm. She can even see as clearly as the day, but she still activates additional shadow vision because what she sees here is not only what can be seen with the naked eye. Scenery, and... some things that can only be seen in shadow vision.
Her eyes slowly turned golden, and a subtle shadow mist rose around her. This appearance was somewhat close to her "Shadow Fairy" form in the Shadow Realm, but it was obviously deliberately controlled. , to ensure that it anchors itself to the material world while maintaining the highest shadow affinity.
Gawain noticed the behavior of this "half-elf" and asked in a low voice: "What did you see?"
"I didn't see anything, but this looks more professional... ..."
Gawain: "..."
"Okay, just kidding," Amber noticed that there were stone walls that looked very hard all around. It was really hard to pick it out, so I quickly restrained my inappropriate jokes and said, "There are indeed some 'things' here, they are shadow residents... They are everywhere, more in number than anywhere else."
"Shadows" Residents?" Gawain suddenly frowned and looked around subconsciously - of course, with his human vision, he would definitely not be able to see the creatures hidden in the shadows. "What are they doing?"
"There should be no threat, they are all in the shadowsOn one side, they don't seem to care about us visitors from the material world," Amber blinked. "They are wandering in this corridor... They seem to be very interested in this underground palace, but other than that, they don't do anything more. "
As she spoke, she paid attention to the "scenery" that only she could see.
In the deep and dark corridors of the underground palace, the world gradually turned into black and white. In the faded world, small groups of humanoid shadows wrapped in rune cloths were wandering back and forth. They passed by Gawain and others, completely ignoring the visitors from the material world. When Amber passed by, occasionally shadow residents would stop and say hello with a slight nod or grunt.
Amber shrank his neck, and suddenly he was surrounded by these creatures that were quite friendly to him in the past. There was such a chilling feeling in her body.
She gathered some of her shadow power, detached herself from the shadow world, and fixed herself more closely to the real world.
She. She belongs here, and she doesn't want to return to that world.
At the same time, the team has walked through a long corridor, and after passing through a collapsed and cracked door, Gawain found himself walking. Entering a hall.
The hall is wide, with a high-hanging roof. Extinguished runes and cooled guides can be seen on the stone (or some artificial material similar to stone) walls and floors. Magic Metal, this place should once have been a solemn and important place, but it is now in a mess. The long party table was torn to pieces, the seats were twisted and fell to the ground, and a large number of roots came out from the ceiling and the ground. It almost completely occupies the entire space, criss-crossing the hall, like a jungle.
In fact, if these ubiquitous roots hadn’t entangled and wrapped almost the entire underground palace, this huge underground ruins would have been lost. It had collapsed long ago. After all, the man-made god had severely damaged the underground structure of Solinburg when he came out. Later, a plant larger than the castle emerged here. This underground palace can still remain stable after such a torment. , it can only be said that it is the work of these roots.
Plant roots can maintain water and soil. This is true (dense fog).
Gawain glanced at the hall and vaguely recognized it. After seeing some characteristics, he realized that he had "seen" this place before.
This is the "meeting hall" shown in the dream that Bard fell into, but it was just what Gawain said in the same dream. What I saw was what this hall looked like when it was complete.
"It seems that I have just entered the meeting hall now..." Bud also recognized this place, and he murmured with some emotion. His eyes swept between the messy tables and chairs and the jungle of roots that filled the hall.
There was no meeting of the ecclesiastics, no bright magic crystal lights, what was left here was just a mess. , and the subtle friction sounds coming from deep in the roots of the plants?
Gawain and Bard heard those weird sounds at the same time.The former immediately raised his head and looked warily towards a dark corner deep in the hall.
The soldiers also reacted one after another. Various weapons were pointed not far away at the same time, and the slight click sound of the weapon safety opening was heard instantly.
"Stay vigilant - be careful of misfires," Gawain warned in a low voice, then picked up the pioneer sword with one hand and walked forward with concentration and vigilance.
In the messy beam of light cast by personal lighting equipment, a tangled and twisted group of roots (or vines) slowly squirmed in the corner of the hall. Gawain pressed back with his hand to signal the soldiers not to rush. Turn on the fire, and then quietly watch the vines flip and deform. In a light green stream of light, a female figure slowly emerges from among the plants.
Bertila Augustus - in the real world.
Her eyes were slightly closed, and her appearance was still familiar to Gawain, but her body seemed to have been integrated with the plants. Her body was covered with a layer of "dress" that seemed to be a mixture of plant cuticles and leaves. "There are roots and flower vines growing out of her back, legs, cervical vertebrae, etc., connected to the roots in the hall. This weird gesture is not so much that she is connected to these roots, but rather... …
Her current body is part of this giant tree. Part of the structure of this giant tree mimicked Bertira, or...she turned into the Thorin giant tree.
Gawain didn't know which situation it was. He could only judge that the "Bertila" in front of him was not awake.
She closed her eyes slightly and did not react to the uninvited guests and flashing lights around her. She held a strange thick book in her hand, which seemed to be the book she had tried her best before losing consciousness. Something to protect, and beside her, Gawain sensed extremely clear fluctuations in magic power.
It is indeed a healing technique.
She is constantly releasing healing skills to the outside world, and the entire Thorin giant tree is also communicating with the magic of nature under her influence, generating an uninterrupted life field, which directly leads to the entire The Thorin area fully recovered within a few days and nights, and its vitality was rebuilt.
"There seems to be no reaction..." Amber carefully observed the strange woman in front of her. She knew that she was once a dark and cunning fallen druid, but now her form is closer to a dangerous monster. , "Is she releasing a healing spell? She closes her eyes and operates an operation to treat diseases in her dream, and saves lives and wounds in her sleep?"
Gawain frowned and observed the strange scene in front of him, guessing that Bertila was weird. He raised his head and glanced at the tangled pile of roots, and vaguely made some associations.
"There should be something behind this," he said suddenly, "open these roots."
Soldiers immediately came forward and began to clean up the tangled roots. Gawain Then he turned his head and glanced at Bertila, who still had his eyes slightly closed as if he was asleep. On the latter's face... he didn't see the slightest change in expression.
This dark patriarch seems to have becomeIt is a real plant, and plants have no blood or tears.
The tangled roots were tougher than expected. The soldiers cleared it for a long time before finally opening a gap. A soldier who poked his head in took a look and immediately shouted loudly: "There is indeed something behind this." Thing! It’s a secret room!”
Behind the entrance covered by roots is a secret room.
The secret room is filled with black "objects" whose original form can no longer be seen, and only the outline of the human body can be roughly seen.
The sight was mind-numbing: hundreds of humanoids were piled up in the secret room, with countless crisscrossing vines growing around them, connecting their flesh and blood to nearby walls. The roots on them, their vitality has obviously been cut off, but the vines connected to them are all lush and green, and Bertila outside the secret room...
Still thinking about these dead things over and over again The Cult of Death casts healing spells.
These healing techniques are not meaningless: she forcibly maintained these lifeless humanoid objects in a state of immortality, and also imprisoned the last remaining fragments of their spirits in this giant plant. of plants.
Now, Gawain finally knows where the dream Bard encountered came from.
Amber also peeked into the secret room. The strange sight inside gave her goosebumps. The half-elf quickly came back and whispered beside Gawain: "This thing is too weird." It's so evil... Although I don't have a good impression of these cultists, isn't it too scary that they ended up like this?"
"The madman finally got a crazy end," Gawain said from the secret room. He withdrew his gaze and sighed softly, "Judging from the timetable of the crystal cluster army's runaway control, the man-made god spent about half a month in confinement from going crazy to completely emerging from the surface. During this time, this underground palace was Sealed, the last Cult of Death and the terrifying monsters they created were imprisoned in the dark underground... After madness comes distortion, and after distortion comes mutation. This giant tree covering half of the Thorin area is them. The final outcome."
He has now vaguely understood the birth of this giant tree.
"How to deal with this?" Amber looked at Gawain, "Let them maintain this state? Or set a fire?"
"Although they are dead... If this continues, no one knows whether they will undergo unexpected changes." Gawain shook his head, "As for setting fire... it may not be necessary." As he spoke, he arrived. Next to "Bertira" who had turned into a plant.
Plants are indeed bloodless and tearless.
But it’s not plants that can dream.
"Stop, they are all dead." Gawain said to Bertila.
Bertila still had his eyes slightly closed, showing no reaction to external sounds.
Gawain raised his eyebrows: "Isn't pretending to sleep a solution?"Question, or do you want me to teach you the principles of life in the real world? "
After a few seconds of silence, Amber and others were surprised to find that Bertila's healing technique had really stopped.
The surrounding space was filled with "vitality" "Field" is still maintained, which seems to have become a certain characteristic of the "Thorin Giant Tree" and cannot be easily dissipated, but the healing technique maintained by Bertira in this underground space has really stopped.
She finally slowly opened her eyes, looked at Gawain with a strange, slow and low tone, and said: "Sure enough...it's you..."
Gawain knew that the other party pointed out that What happened was the "dream encounter" at the border of Gondor Wasteland. At that time, he deceived and fooled the past by pretending to be the founding monarch of Augustus, but it was obvious that Bertila finally realized Here comes the truth.
But it’s pointless for her to understand everything at this time.
Gawain suddenly felt a little emotional.
He really didn’t expect it. , I will see Bertila again under this circumstance, and will witness the final outcome of these dark druids.
These crazy, paranoid, and extreme cultists will eventually use it. Their own twisted magic destroyed themselves.
They themselves became the grave grass of this dark sect...the grave grass in the true sense.
Despite the size of this grave grass. A little bigger.