high castle elves

Entering the temple, there was no rancid smell or formalin smell from the dormant pseudo-monsters as Alamir thought. The air in the temple was fresh and smelled of flowers and plants. Ivan Sally explained that this It is the magic method of ancient elves, in order to let the temple guardians also feel the freshness of the forest.

Well, Alamir has a better understanding of the prosperity and prosperity of the ancient elves' magic skills. He has even taken into account the psychological health and improvement of the working environment of the tombkeepers. All he can say is that it is a waste of money.

There are still various traces of smoke and fire on the ground, which are said to be the traces of the time when the Harpers wiped out the evil mage. There are also tarnished gems left in the corners, used as casting materials by the mage, broken swords, shields, The torn robes and blackened blood stains made one feel the intensity of the battle.

The Harper's magic seal and the ancient elven magic runes on the walls have greatly slowed down the rate of decay inside, allowing the traces of the battle here to be preserved, as if it happened a month or two ago.

The statue of the great father of elves is in the middle of the room. The huge statue is exquisite but incomplete. The statue with only half of its body is still lifelike: His eyes seem to be flashing with compassion, and the corners of his clothes are not damaged. It is extremely agile and has a sense of elegance like Wu Dai in the wind in ancient paintings.

The elves' artistic attainments are unparalleled in the world. Even the evil statue of the underground drow is full of eerie beauty. This lifelike statue, which is at least three meters high, only has most of its face left and half of its body missing. The dim light pouring down from the skylight above focused on his half-perfect and half-mutilated face, giving him a different kind of creepy feeling.

"Praise the father of elves!" Evan Sally, a naturalized drow, bowed respectfully to the strange and broken statue, then turned and walked to the right. There was a spiral downward staircase. It is the entrance to the bottom of the tomb, and it is also the original mage tower of the evil mage.

Only when he saw Evan Sally standing motionless in front of the entrance, looking at him with charcoal-like eyes, did Alamire understand.

Although he didn't believe this, at least he arrived at someone's "temple" and it was right to pay homage. Alamir performed an ancient elf salute to Corellon's statue, begging him to bless him for a successful "fight" this time!

How can anyone beg for this in front of the boss?After Alamir finished his salute, he watched Barbara salute to the Father of Elf with a serious face, and softly said that he hoped the great Father of Elf would bless us to successfully explore the Shadow Crypt.

The piety in her attitude and the determination in her expression made Alamir feel that the chaotic attributes of this group of naturalized drow were hopeless.

Just think about it and say it.Alamir complained silently.

However, as Alamir's worship was completed, a sudden change occurred!

He heard a soft sigh!And there was an inexplicable throbbing and closeness all over my body!

Raising his head and looking at the broken statue of the god that looked even more weird and terrifying from this angle, Alamir shook his head. Seeing that everyone was fine, he felt very nervous.

No, there are really "ghosts" in this tomb!Looking at the statue of the Elf Father above his head, he felt that the other person's only remaining eye seemed to be looking at him, and Alamir was no longer calm.

Could it be that this great father of elves is really looking at him? ? ?Feeling the inexplicable surge of intimacy originating from blood, Alamir only felt that this tomb was getting more and more weird.

Why do I suddenly feel like I want to kowtow to him?Alamir looked at the huge statue of the god and wondered if it was because of this body?

Forget it, you’ve come here, you can be considered the main god of the elves, so you can’t respect him too much, just visit his grave and worship the god!So Alamir asked the tauren to go outside and cut down a handful of branches to use as a broom, and he swept the area around the statue thoroughly.

Looking at the clean statue, he finally suppressed the idea of ​​kowtow and bowed respectfully again.

The bad thing is this gift!

After he finished his salute, a blurry picture came into his mind.

It was a group of elf guards wearing gorgeous armor. Their swords flashed with magical light, and the cloaks behind them flashed with tiny starlight. Just behind them, a huge ornate coffin was suspended behind it.

As they prayed respectfully under the statue of Corellon, one of them gently pressed somewhere on the toe of Corellon's right boot, and the secret door in front of the statue opened, revealing a stone staircase.

Is this...could it be the scene when that person was buried?Could it be that the real tomb is underneath? ?Alamir felt that this scene was too weird, so he had better not touch it, and just go into the shadow crypt built by the evil mage with Evan Sally.

While he was thinking about it, a loud, hoarse sound came into his ears.

Hey, what the hell, I’ll go! !Only then did he realize that for some reason, his hand had been pressed on the toe of the statue's boot!

Oh my god!Alamir was so frightened that he couldn't speak Mandarin. He looked at the underground entrance that suddenly appeared and felt an increasingly strong sense of intimacy coming from his body. Alamir stood there blankly!

"This... praising the dark girl, is this the prince's tomb?" Evansally looked at all of this blankly, "No wonder we didn't find his treasure last time! "

No, you accidentally missed something, right?Is it true that the purpose of you and the Harpers last time was to destroy evil, instead of fighting against each other? ?Alamir has already imagined in his mind the plot of the ancient tomb seal being lost and the battle between good and evil surrounding the ancient treasure.

Seeing the pair of suspended charcoal fires getting brighter in the darkness, obviously very interested in this "real tomb", Alamir quickly said that it was important to find the teleportation array, and that this tomb should be left to the Dathra Sisters to explore.

"The goddess told me that there is a lot of butter in it..." As soon as he bit into it, he heard Barbara's serious words and felt that she was inexplicably excited.

Here we go again... Alamir suspected that she was still obsessed with the fact that there was no butter in the camp.

The key is that after hearing this sentence of "a lot of butter", Evan Sally really started to think about it.

No way, Alamir feels that something is getting more and more wrong, and the situation is getting more and more uncontrollable and weird.

Because he also smelled the thick smell of butter coming from the ground...

Smelling the fragrant butter smell and looking at the two drows, he felt that it would be unwise to face the "big rice dumpling" below that might have lived for many years just to order some butter...

"Praise Eilistraee!" Ivan Sally, the only great master who knew the location of the teleportation array, looked enthusiastic: "Since this is the guidance of Corellon and the Dark Maiden, then we should follow his oracle!" After saying that, Ivan Sally said Fansali began to pray silently.

After a long while, she expressed the instructions of the goddess without expression: deep in the main tomb, there was something given to the Dathra Sisterhood by the Dark Maiden, and the goddess ordered her to fetch it.

No, which god would give his followers a lot of butter!Smelling the increasingly rich smell of butter underground, Alamir felt more and more that the dark girl was extremely unreliable, and then he was struck by the words in his mind: "Souls from another world, please honor our debt agreement..." Defeated.

This is so true!Alamir covered his head and then came back to his senses.

That's right. It is said that gods are like believers. Drow dare to make bombs and send them to the goddess. Why doesn't the goddess send butter to them?

Looking at the fanatical Barbara and Evan Sally, Alamir looked at the deep cave and felt that he couldn't help but go.

Forget it, the methods in other worlds are not reliable, so he should use the "local methods", so Alamir took out a short candle, lit it and walked towards the southeast corner of the temple.

Even if the rooster crows and the lights go out, it won't make a fortune. Although there is no big rooster here, it's not too much to light a candle.So Alamir lit a candle and placed it in the corner in front of everyone.

Just when he bent down to stick the candle and raised his head, he suddenly froze, and then stared at the wall without speaking.

He finally understood where that damn feeling of wanting to kiss someone came from! ! !

The candlelight illuminated the pattern in the corner, reflecting a emblem that was somewhat familiar to him!

It was a thorn bird, meditating among the flowers and green leaves. The thorn bird's slightly narrowed eyes and drooped wings were all very familiar to Alamire.

So he took out the pocket watch from Liarton. The thorn bird and green leaves on the family crest were exactly the same as those on the wall!

The only difference is that there are no bloody flowers under the thorn bird...

What does this mean, I lead others to dig my own ancestral graves? ?No wonder that weird sighing sound and image came from it!

Turning back and looking at the human shield tauren who had been ordered by the Demon of Desire to explore, Alamir felt more and more that there seemed to be some unreliable existence behind all of this to set him up!

Fight backwards, fight backwards, now it’s better, I really dug his cat’s ancestral grave! ! !Seeing the pattern on the back of the pocket watch become more vivid in the candlelight, Alamir felt that he couldn't accept the "daily life" of the other world!