Twenty Sided Dice

The passage on the left winds in an arc, twisting more than the previous road. Around the passage, there are many more translucent plastic doors, like a honeycomb protected by beeswax.

"What's in there?" Siegel asked.

"My perspective is blocked here, so I don't know! Let's open it up and see!"

Before Siegel could stop it, Modron stretched out his slender arm and grabbed a large chunk of glue. Siegel's hand immediately grabbed the Stardust and pulled it out of the scabbard, laying it in front of him.

Nothing happened, it was as if the room was empty. Modron didn't feel like he had made a reckless mistake, dropping the shard in his hand and looking through the hole. He kept changing the combination of lenses, and then excitedly said to Siegel, "Look, it's all your brothers in there!"

Siegel leaned in and saw a terrifying scene. Thousands of iron hooks hang neatly in the hive-shaped room, each with a skeleton warrior hanging from it. They are close together like a crowded bunch of grapes. Despite the patterns on their bodies, none of these skeletons glowed, and they could not see the ability to move. They stayed quietly in this dark room, waiting for the day to be awakened in eternal stagnation.

Holes create air circulation in rooms and passages, aka wind. The skeleton hanging on the hook swayed slightly, making a rattling sound in the collision. Countless empty eye sockets glanced around. Although he knew that they couldn't see, couldn't hear, and didn't have any senses, Siegel still felt horrified and felt a huge threat.

"It's really scary," Siegel said. "I'm afraid there are tens of thousands of skeletons in there?"

"I thought you wouldn't be afraid." Erdu said, "Aren't you also a skeleton?"

"I'm not like them," Siegel said. "I won't ignore you, I won't attack you. I won't hand you over to the Overmind. If I could, I'd rather you fall into the void and disappear than you. Made a skeleton warrior like me. Do you understand?"

"Almost, I understand a little bit." Erdu said: "I'm out of place, you're a little strange. We are a pair of good friends."

"Yeah. Let these unfriend skeletons go to sleep," Siegel said. "Let's move on, but don't open the closed door indiscriminately next time."

They dropped the broken door and continued to walk further down the passage. Erdu said that there was a faint sweet smell in the air, so this direction must not be wrong. As he walked, he hummed softly—a brisk, enthusiastic tune, and the rhythm of the jumps matched his pace. Siegel thinks the song is really good. But he could only remember it in his head, but he didn't dare to hum.

There was a slight movement in front of the road, which was caught by Siegel's keen hearing. He immediately covered Modron's mouth, motioning him to be silent. The two hid behind the stone pillar, waiting for the owner of the voice in front to appear.

The subtle sound gradually became louder. It was like rain boots walking on the wet ground that had just finished raining, making a rattling sound. Siegel can make the same noise when he walks, but he can use some of the tricks of elf footsteps to lower his footsteps and become cat-like when necessary.

The voice got closer and closer until it passed by two people. It was a skeletal warrior, slightly shorter than Siegel, with more slender bones. He carries a steel shield behind his back, adorned with a winged lion statue. I don't know where it came from. But one thing caught Siegel's eye.

A black dagger was glued to the skeleton's arm. Siegel recognized it at a glance, it was the obsidian dagger he had lost.

He didn't trust his own judgment. Confusion and surprise took up most of the time. In an instant, countless thoughts passed through his mind, and Siegel was also quickly weighing the pros and cons. His dagger was lost in the Walled Mountains, is there a passage connecting this Void Ship there? The only sure way is to carefully verify the dagger, and there is only one way to do so.

Siegel dashed up from behind the enemy. Raise the star dust and stab quickly. The skeleton warrior didn't react, his skull was pierced. The last soul fire was also extinguished. Siegel drew back his long sword, carefully smashing the glue on the enemy's arm. Pick up the dagger from the shards in the ground and check it out.

He flicked his fingers over every inch of the dagger's bulge, avoiding the sharp and sharp parts, and compared it with the dagger in his mind. It is indeed his own obsidian dagger, and every detail is exactly the same. How did it get here? What adventures has it experienced since the Walled Mountains? It's a pity that the dagger can't speak, otherwise I really want to ask.

"Run!" Erdu said, "There will be guards coming soon!"

Modron didn't ask about the cannibalism of the skeletons, maybe he didn't care, maybe he didn't have time, maybe he hid his doubts - Siegel hoped the answer was the former.

The green lines on the surrounding walls begin to light up, giving a "building come to life" feel, albeit in very small numbers. The two quickly left the scene and ran in the long passage. In order to slow the inspector's footsteps, Siegel used star dust to smash a lot of the glue that sealed the door, creating the illusion of breaking in.

Modron took Siegel through countless forks, trying to find a passage where the plasma lines didn't turn green as much as possible, which was not easy. While running, they also need to pay attention to the movements around them, especially the neat footsteps. There were times when those footsteps were just two corners away from them, surrounded by front and back. At this moment, Modron will jump to the ceiling, find a new corner from nowhere, and hurriedly walk in with Siegel.

After running for a while, Modron finally stopped. The surroundings also became much quieter, at least there was no movement of the chasing soldiers. The Voidship's body is much larger than its body surface, and Siegel feels that he will never reach his destination, but Modron is very optimistic about this. It seems that with the company of his companions, there is nothing that can make it difficult for him.

"We approached the workshop, this is the safest place." Erdu stretched out his slender arm and pointed to a spiral staircase made of pig iron on the ground. "Let's go down there, take a break, and find some supplies by the way."

The ladder is very smooth, no rust can be seen, which is not normal. This iron is long overdue for rust unless someone maintains it all day and does the sanding with gauze. Siegel followed the modron and walked down the spiral staircase, and the place he had wiped with his hand glowed green. He looked down and saw that there were extremely fine green lines carved on the ladder and reacted to the surrounding plasma.

Fortunately, it was still very quiet here, and there was no sign of chasing troops, otherwise Siegel would have thought it was a trap. Modron walked ahead, revived in joy, and began to hum his little tune, snapping his fingers from time to time, like a bard in a tavern. Siegel didn't want him to be Lin Ke, and didn't want to be betrayed in a strange place.

Below the ladder is a passage without stone pillars, entirely made of metal, which is finally different from the previous environment. A faint roar could be heard, accompanied by a bell-tower-like sound. Walking down a long, curved corridor, the heat of the air was increasing, and the bells were ringing louder. He couldn't hear Modron's humming tune, and he could only speak loudly to Siegel.

"The air here smells so good, it's all metal, just like my first hometown." Erdu said excitedly: "I can smell iron, copper and lead, but most of it is still iron, and then there's engine oil, It's the same oil that gets hot from friction, and I like that smell."

The passage ended in front of a huge door studded with gears and transmission rods, and the modron did not know which chain to pull, and the door slowly opened, revealing a small gap just enough to pass through. A huge roar spewed out from the gap, like a flood breaking a dam. Modron waved his hand and told Siegel to rush to follow, then burrowed in first.

It's full of metal machines: gears, chains, cables and mechanisms of all kinds that keep going back and forth, from birth to the end of the world. Siegel saw a large number of flame soul crystals, which were installed on the body of the metal machine. The surface was engraved with haloing hieroglyphs, exuding surging energy. Siegel felt the fluctuation of magic, not from the combination of elements, but from the pure magic power.

Here he can perform magic, and he needs to know why.

The fiery faucet spewed hissing steam~www.readwn.com~ The smoking metal vat kept driving the lever to cut through the chunks of metal, and the slender metal arms like the demons fired arcs at the tips of the steel blocks. engraved on. Siegel walked and watched, following the cut steel block all the way.

The scorching air and the smell of oil fumes are everywhere here, and the roar is deafening, like hell. Fortunately, one of the two visitors is a modron and the other is an undead, and the environment here will not cause them to be injured or killed. They walked and watched all the way, slowly advancing in the world of machinery. The block of steel that Siegel focused on was eventually processed into a black and thick mace.

The final products are stacked in racked boxes, ready to be transported away on conveyor belts. Siegel took the mace and tried swinging it a few times. The green lines on his body lit up, making a connection between the palm and the mace. The originally heavy weapon suddenly became easier to handle, and when it was swung, there was a loud cracking sound.

Even if there are thousands of troops and even mountains and mountains, they seem to be vulnerable in front of a mace. Siegel now knew why the Golden Skull was so powerful: Nyx's magic gear was so advanced.

"Wow, didn't expect these hammers to be used like this," Modron said. "It must hurt a lot, doesn't it?" (To be continued)