Encyclopedia of Feanor Continent

Chapter 14 The Big Rift

Due to the special environment without light in the underground world, some creatures that originally lived on the surface will undergo unique evolution. The blind catfish is one of them. survived the underground river.Their eyes have degenerated to completely disappear, and their bodies have become snow-white. They mainly survive by devouring bugs and other fish in underground rivers, and the largest ones can even grow to be more than three meters long.Sometimes they also actively prey on underground organisms that fall into the water, and even attack organisms drinking water on the shore.

The meat of this kind of fish is not very tasty, with a strong fishy smell and a lot of thorns, but if you have the patience to wash off the mucus, the taste of the grilled fish skin is good. —— "Feno Continental Encyclopedia Subterranean Creatures"

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The ice made the catfish immobile, and it floated on the water with its white belly turned. Palos and Basil hurriedly pulled the rope back desperately, dragged the catfish to the shore, grabbed Kent's hands and stepped on the catfish slippery with his feet. Pulling his head out vigorously.

Kent, who had been swallowed whole, was pulled out intact again, but after being stuffed in the belly of the catfish and submerged in the water for so long, Kent's face was already blue, and Palos took off his chest as quickly as possible. A, pressed hard on his chest a few times before Kent spit out a mouthful of water with mucus and began to cough.

The first thing he did when he woke up was to touch the bag containing the ball of life on his body, and to make sure that it was still on him, Kent let out a sigh of relief.

Palos could only try his best to drag his mentor to a rock crevice away from the water, and then sat down on the ground panting.

Everyone was exhausted, including the mage.

He just got the wheel of secret magic, and Evandel still doesn't know how to use it. The continuous casting of spells just now has made him feel exhausted, but he still can't stop to rest. The big catfish over three meters long is still turning over With his belly frozen in the ice, he was slowly drifting towards the deep water now, he said sleepily, "Go and drag that fish up."

"Why?" Basil didn't want to step into this black abyss where there are still some water monsters.

"Otherwise what are we going to eat next, eat you?" The mage was obviously in a bad mood, and he took out his encyclopedia from the drenched bag, even though he wrote it with a kind of encyclopedia that was not easy to faint. ink, but the handwriting on most of the manuscripts has been so blurred that only he can read it. It seems that after he goes out, he has to recopy all the parts that have been written.

At last it was Palos who got into the water and hauled the big fish ashore.

The mage picked up several stones and piled them together, and cast a spell with the last of his magic power, causing the stones to burn like coals, and the flames illuminated the narrow river bank.

They rested as close to the stone wall as possible and away from the water surface, lest any strange things jump out of the dark water to bite them. It was not safe, and the Templars still took off their armor and soaked shirts, because the surrounding temperature was too low, and the water in the underground river was icy cold. If they didn't dry their clothes quickly, they might freeze to death.

It wasn't until Kent took off his armor that they realized his left ankle had swollen to almost twice its size, but he was still struggling to stand up: "We've got to... have to find a way to get back..."

"You are enough." The mage was roasting the pages of the book next to the fire, and said impatiently, "Not everything can be solved by some tenacious and firm will. Nothing will change except that your left foot is completely useless."

Kent became depressed and quiet, and Palos used his helmet to beat some cold ground water to help him massage his ankle, hoping to make him feel better, and also hope that some things can make him feel better.

They worked so hard to come to the big rift, unlocked the ancient protection, and got the ball of life. Just when the mission was about to be completed, they stumbled and fell to the bottom of the big rift. The 1000-meter-thick rock formation, and there is still a long road in the middle full of ghosts. I am afraid that it is impossible to climb up again by climbing. There is no other way around. No one knows whether they still have hope of seeing the sun again. Under such circumstances, no one can continue to be optimistic.

After a long period of depressing silence, Kent first began to hum the hymn of the Illuminati Sect. The low voice echoed in this dark and cold corner, and soon Palos and Basil also sang along.

The content of the hymn is a hymn praising the God of Light. The God of Light is also the God of the Sun and the God of Justice. The church has countless poems praising the light and warmth that the sun brings to the earth, as well as the life energy that makes all things flourish.It is a matter of course for many people that the sun rises from the east every day. No one realizes how good its existence is. In the incomparable nostalgia, I re-realized the weight of this belief.

The hymn cheered up the depressed Templars. Kent fell asleep exhaustedly amidst the sound of the hymn. Basil stared at the fire in a daze without saying anything. Palos turned his attention to the mage. .

He is very clear that the grace of the God of Light may not be able to protect them who are buried deep in the ground. Now it is not the sun that can bring them light and warmth, but the mage in front of them.

Evandel was inspecting the back of his hand in the light of the fire, and the burn marks had faded to the point where he was almost invisible. He felt that Palos was staring at him again, and raised his head and asked, "What's the matter?"

"I'm sorry." Palos said softly.

"for what?"

"I was so anxious that I forgot that we were connected by a rope, and that you were still on my back. If I hadn't reached out to pull them, we might not have fallen, and you wouldn't have fallen here. situation."

Basil, who really missed and fell, sat on the side without saying a word, but Palos, who failed to catch them, stood up and apologized. Evandel laughed "heh", and there was no joy or anger on his calm face: "Even if You didn't try to be brave at the time, and you also couldn't hold the weight of the four of us, since everyone has been tied to a rope, we either live together or die together, there is no need to apologize."

Palos felt that Evandel didn't look as depressed as they did, or that he had a solution to the current predicament, and the mage always seemed to have a solution: "What should we do, do you have an idea?"

Evandel said calmly: "First of all, let the mercenaries know that we are still alive, otherwise they will leave after the supplies are exhausted to a certain extent, and it will be even more difficult for us to get out of the ground alive."

By this time he had dried most of the pages, the mage wrote their situation on a blank piece of parchment, rolled it into a scroll, whistled, and Natalie flew from the rock wall down.

Most of the mercenaries are illiterate, but at least the mercenary captain Herris can read and write some basic lingua franca.

Seeing Natalie flying into the darkness with her paws holding the scroll, Palos was a little uneasy: "Can she fly up? After all, there are still such ghosts from the White Tower City in the middle."

"Natalie is a magic pet, not an ordinary animal, and ghosts will not attack her."

Palos felt a little strange. What Evandel said was not the same as the magic knowledge he learned in ordinary times, but he also knew that he could not know more than the mage in this regard.

While waiting, Basil cut some of the big catfish and grilled it on the hot rocks. They didn't wake Kent up. After a few people ate some food, Natalie came back.

On the back of the parchment she brought back, Phils used pot bottom ash to make ink, scribbled a map, pointed out a passageway downstream, and wrote instructions in common language, telling them They walked to the high place along the passage, left at the first and second intersections, and right at the third intersection. He and the mercenaries will wait to meet the mage at the next intersection.

"It seems that keeping his life is really an extremely wise decision." Evandel said, "Let's take a rest first, there is still a long way to go."

Because Basil seemed to be in a trance, Palos consciously assumed the responsibility of vigil, so that the mage could sleep by the fire for a while.

Evandel did not sleep peacefully, frowning all the time, turning over from time to time, Palos looked at him with some worry, they kept their lives by relying on the mage's precise control of magic time and time again, if Evandel did not rest well , when they are in danger again, the situation is even worse.

After a while, the mage fell into a deep sleep, but Kent woke up. Palos lowered his voice and said to him, "How do you feel, do you want to get up and eat something first?"

Kent coughed twice, shook his head with difficulty, and just lay there, looking up blankly, although there was nothing to see there except endless darkness.

Palos tried to comfort him: "Mr. Evandel managed to find a way out while you were asleep. We will set off when he is rested. There must be a way to get back to the ground."

Even such news did not cheer Kent up. He coughed twice, and suddenly grabbed Palos's hand forcefully: "Palos, listen...cough..."

Palos felt that the instructor's hand was scalding scary in such a low temperature environment, so he quickly reached out and touched Kent's forehead. Kent really had a high fever, but he still insisted on saying in a hoarse voice: "I don't know if I can hold on." Go on, if I die, you will take this life ball, no matter what, it is very important to send it to the head of the Templar Knights, understand?"

"Don't say such pessimistic words, you just have a little fever."

But Kent still held his hand tightly: "Promise me, even if you leave me when necessary, even if you give up everything, you will complete this mission, promise me!"

Palos was never told what was so special about this artifact that it was worth their lives, but since his mentor insisted, he nodded: "Okay, I will definitely send the artifact to its destination at all costs. "

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No one couldn't think of disturbing the mage's sleep. The Templars took turns to rest and eat until Avandel woke up by himself, and Kent struggled to get up and set off quickly.

Palos could only ask the mage for help: "Mr. Evandel, my mentor has a fever."

Evandel checked Kent's condition, shook his head and said, "Magic can't cure a fever. I need herbs to make him better, and this is obviously not a place to find herbs."

"Let's go, there's no need to waste time for me." Although Kent was weak, he was still trying to put on the armor staggeringly.

"Indeed, staying here won't help your condition." Evandel said, "Anyway, you can't fight in your current state, so leave your armor and let them carry you away, it will be faster .”

Kent agreed, and the set of armor that had been with him for more than ten years was left in place. Palos and Basil took turns carrying him and the luggage, and looked for the passage that Phils said.

In fact, they didn't have much luggage left, and most of their things were lost when they fell off the cliff. Before setting off, the Templars cut off the catfish meat and brought as much as possible for the next rations, but who I don't know if this is enough for a few days.

This is destined to be a long journey, and the biggest enemy in front of you is not the monsters in the underground labyrinth or the dark elf assassins, but cold and famine.

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