After the holy sword is broken

The empire of the dwarves is a huge mechanical lost city.

A steam-breathing train runs on the track.The huge gear rotates slowly in the air.The huge heat furnace is constantly devouring the burning matter.The mechanical clock on the high place rang on the hour.

Any outsider would easily get lost in this strange country unlike any other on the continent.

Alger only had that green shadow in his eyes, he followed that tiny figure closely, he was already close at hand, but when he saw it, he threw the thing in his hand out.

Cut down.

It's a rock, the kind you see everywhere.

There was a laughing and laughing sound, and the green figure ran away bouncing and bouncing again.

Skip a small group of dwarves carrying mining shovels, jump up, and hop over a steam rail car.

"Be careful!" There was a dwarf pushing a mine cart, and the raw ore piled up in the mine cart was three or four times higher than the dwarf pushing the cart.

The executor was like a gust of wind, passing by the mine cart.

On the high pile of raw ore, there was a small piece of ore, which was blown by the wind he brought, and fell from above with a "thud", hitting the dwarf's head with a "boom".

The dwarf pushing the cart covered his head that had been smashed red, and yelled furiously at the back that had gone away: "Which bastard?! I said be careful, don't look at the road when you walk, and you won't be afraid of being hit to death!"

Argel followed behind the goblin, hotly chasing him. Seeing that he couldn't get rid of this tricky pursuer even with his size advantage, the goblin blew his whistle while running.

In all directions, another three or five goblins jumped out, bouncing around and tripping Alger.

He knocked down the roadside shed, dumped a large basket of briquettes on the ground, overturned the shop of the dwarf craftsman, and planted it on him.Wherever they passed, there was a lot of scolding.

The cunning goblin tried everything, but he still couldn't stop him.

Noisy all the way, finally approached the city gate.

There, a dwarven mining team was entering the city, and a small gap was opened in the huge city gate.

"Burgens' daughter-in-law, where are you going?" Uncle Singer, whom he had met that day, shouted at Alger in his not fluent mainland lingua franca.

"Close the gates and stop them!"

Singer was puzzled: "Stop who?"

It can't be the mining team who just came back, right?

Goblins are small and fast, making them inconspicuous.

"Close the door!" There was no time to explain.

"Oh, okay." Anyway, the mining team has all come in, and the door is closed as soon as it is closed.

The dwarves on the city wall pulled the mechanism hard, and the heavy stone door slowly closed.

The goblins scrambled to get out from the narrowing gap.

The gate of the Mechanical City closed in front of Alger's eyes.

Unfortunately……

"Burgens' daughter-in-law, what's the matter?" Singer's carefree voice came from above.

Alger raised his head, measured the distance between the ground and the top of the city wall with his eyes, and then stepped back a few steps.

"It's nothing, there are burglars at home."

After speaking, take two steps to run up, gather strength, and jump up.

On solid ground, leave a deep footprint.

The leaping figure stepped on the rough city wall, silver lines flashed across the boots, and Alger climbed up to the top of the high wall with a few strokes.

"Oh oh, not bad!"

The dwarves who guarded the gate huddled around the wall, watched the whole process, and couldn't help admiring.

Alger stood on the city wall, overlooking the frozen ground outside the city.

His superior eyesight allowed him to clearly see the small green dots running forward.

Looking away, they are pointing at the abandoned dungeon.

The boot on his right foot stepped on the top of the wall, and Argel jumped down without hesitation.

"Hey, hey, what's going on? Don't be overthinking it! What's wrong with that boy Burgess? Uncle scold him for you!"

The dwarves hurriedly squeezed over and looked down in a panic, a row of heads protruding from the wall.

Under the city wall, Alger landed lightly, half-kneeled on the ground to let go of his inertia, got up and continued to chase the goblin.

The dwarves are on top of the wall, you look at me blankly, and I look at you.

Until Burgess arrived at the city gate.

"Burgens, what's the matter with your daughter-in-law?"

Burgess asked anxiously, "What about others?"

"Going out of the city, jumping from the top of the wall, as if desperate, hey, he said before that your house was burglarized? Why are you so anxious about losing it?"

"Where did he go?"

"Here." The dwarves pointed at each other, "The ruins are almost here."

He also kindly asked, "Can I open the door for you?"

Burgess didn't say anything, and directly tore a scroll.

Short distance teleportation!

A silver light flashed, leaving behind a sigh.

"Oh, prodigal son."

"I won't live."

"Let his wife take care of it."

Coming out of the short-distance teleportation, Borgins saw the person he was looking for in the distance after a brief moment of dizziness.

Now both of them were in the ruins, and the road was very difficult to walk. Burgess stumbled and took a lot of effort to get to Alger's side.

As soon as he got there, he heard Alger ask, "Do you mind if I do a little damage here?"

"You still dare to move around, aren't you afraid that Jiu Ruosi, who has been missing for thousands of years, will come out from somewhere and kill you?"

The dungeon is the mage tower of the dungeon master Jiuruosi.

——Since the lich's phylactery is not necessarily a box, then the mage's mage tower is not necessarily a tower.

The mage's tower is the mage's residence, as well as the mage's fortress and research institute.Its connection with the mage is as close as the mage's soul is to the body.

And a building, as long as it can meet the needs of a mage, it can become the shape of a mage tower.

But even so, using a dungeon as a mage tower is still unprecedented...a feat?

No, it's a miracle.

The materials needed to build the Mage Tower are really amazing. According to the standards of the Mage Tower, just building a single-storey hut often exhausts a great mage's life-long collection.

The shape of the tower, in addition to saving materials, is also the most conducive to gathering energy.Therefore, the tower is still the first choice of most mages.

As for using a dungeon as your mage tower, let alone how many mages can really realize it, ordinary mages probably don't even dare to think about it.

But such a miracle was still overturned.

Legend has it that a mage is invincible in his mage tower.

Jiu Ruosi was originally a strong man standing at the top of the continent, how did the poem of truth defeat her in her mage tower and seal her for thousands of years?

No one knows what happened that year.

"Even if I am a priest of the poetry of truth, I don't have the slightest understanding of this lost history."

"Guilty?" Burgess asked.

Alger shook his head: "I feel very sorry that the underground miracle has been turned into ruins, but Jiu Ruosi was a sinner back then and deserves to be punished."

Burgess snorted softly, and muttered in a low voice unconvinced: "I don't know who set the standard..."

"Did you find out what was missing?" Alger changed the subject.

"I just practiced [Dark Tides] halfway. It may be that the sudden strong dark energy attracted them. It's not a big deal. Just go back and practice again. You run very fast. I heard that you even jumped off the city wall? Physique nice."

"That's good." Alger heaved a sigh of relief.

"Go back, Eli should have dinner ready, we..."

Alger suddenly made a silent gesture.

"listen."

What are you listening to?

Burgess complied, somewhat dazedly.

Soon, he heard the sound of falling gravel from below, and—

The feet suddenly loosened, then emptied, and looked around in a hurry, with them as the center, a large piece of ruins suddenly sank.

In the confusion, Alger hugged him, and the two fell down together.

Colliding and cutting among the gravel, the back hit the hard stone layer, causing a collapse and continuing to fall.I don't know how long it fell, and finally fell on the cold and hard stone slab.

The strong inertia made the two of them stick close to each other, as if they were going to be embedded together.

Alger, who was cushioned underneath, let out a muffled snort.

Before the residual power of inertia was completely removed, Burgess hurriedly propped himself up: "Are you okay?"

Nervously checking his whole body for him, he touched blood on his hand.

Alger grabbed his wrist: "I'm fine, it's just a minor injury, I didn't move any muscles or bones."

"Are you stupid? What I have on me is a magic weapon, so I need you to be my meat pad?!" Burgess was furious and distressed.

The blood stained the "never dirty" god's robe, and the shimmering light from "moon god's favor" became a little brighter.

"Sorry, subconsciously..." Alger got up from the ground and pressed his forehead with his fingers. The vibration when he landed just now made him a little dizzy.

It was only a moment of breathing adjustment, and he drew the sword behind his back.

Burgess's forging technology is indeed superb. After such a collision, the epee is still intact, and the light of magic flows on it, dazzling and charming.

"I haven't thanked you for your sword yet, but we have to find a way to get out of here first."

Burgess said angrily, "Just give me yourself."

After speaking, he also began to focus on his surroundings.

The dungeon is a dangerous place. It was still intact 2000 years ago, it was closed by a curse 1000 years ago, and it is still completely dilapidated and forgotten now.

It used to be Jiuruosi's mage tower, and it was also her test site for the brave.

There are dangerous traps everywhere, curses that kill you at the touch, and mysterious illusions.Even if it has been abandoned, the remaining magic can still easily kill reckless people who trespass here.

It was no small miracle that the two of them fell all the way without triggering any instant death mechanism.

"But..." Burgess' voice sounded with some hesitation.

"This place has actually developed into a new underground habitat, right?"

Swarms of bats hung upside down on the rock wall, forming a dense mass of darkness.

Kobolds and goblins fight over morsels of jerky.

A millipede as thick as a baby's arm crawled across the corner, making one's scalp numb.

The groundwater falling drop by drop along the stone wall was contained by the old bone bowl.The shallow bowl was half cloudy, and a group of strange-looking creatures gathered around it, staring at it with red eyes.

This place is too vast, and the movement of the two adult men falling down failed to attract any attention.

Burgess' Adam's apple rolled slightly: "Have the magic circles in the dungeon failed?"

This is actually a good thing for them, the difficulty of escaping has been significantly reduced, and even the scrolls for short-distance teleportation can be tried.

However, as soon as the words fell, the terrifying millipede suddenly twitched and curled up. After two breaths, there was no more movement.

Under it, a deep purple light slowly converged and returned to calm.

As if nothing happened.

The author has something to say: The Dungeon: It's all here, come in and sit down.