Chapter 77 Escape
The darkness suddenly completely shrouded - as long as you move your hand away for a few inches, you will not see your five fingers - with the darkness is the awakening sound of nightmares. He woke up with intuition and found a vague sound around him, and a muddy footprint approached him from all directions.
"Night Eye!" He shouted softly, and the surroundings became clear in an instant, and all the scenes showed simple tones in front of him. He couldn't remember why he shouted this word, but he just knew what the situation represented.
But he still didn't find anything, and the footsteps in the dead silence were still approaching.
There is no sign of life!
His head began to ache violently again, which was particularly obvious when thinking. He got up from the pool and stumbled in one direction. There was a rustling sound around, and an unknown creature was tracking his footprints.
He is getting more and more afraid and running faster!
But he was very lucky, because then the bright light came out, and a snow-white ball appeared in the sky, emitting a soft white light, turning the fog into a ghostly silver felt and revealing the imminent danger to him. Now that the movement in every direction can be clearly seen, he stopped using the night eye and began to find a direction clearly.
The slender and staggering figure approached gloomily from the fog beside him, and stretched out his claw-shaped hand to block them as he ran by. He just struggled to get rid of it and then ran desperately in the right direction.
This translucent creature is more than two meters tall, agile and fierce. He accidentally remembered the name of the creature he saw in the book - the elemental elf.
This is a collection of elements. There is no life, no pain, but simply killing the intruder. Generally speaking, the place where this life is naturally formed must have a large number of elemental veins.
He ran for hours, but the elemental elves continued to surround him. His limbs began to feel tired, painful and then paralyzed. He knew that as long as he hesitated for a second, death might come to him, so he kept running, and fear overwhelmed his body's cry for frustration.
But he has always had the strength to run, which surprised him - no one can run for so long!
He experienced carefully: every time his chest and heart beat, a new force is produced, and then transported to every part of the body through blood, which is supporting himself!
Who knows how long this situation can last?
He changed his strategy and began to look for a place to protect himself instead of just running.
He looked around and found a small hill with a lot of green plants on it. He didn't hesitate to run there. He didn't know why, but he did believe that he could get out of danger there.
It was a quarter of an hour later when he rushed up the hillside, but he immediately changed his mind - a short and fat tower stood in a small valley next to the steep hillside. Because it is overgrown and covered with climbing vines, a passerby who passes by temporarily will not even notice the existence of this building.
He jumped down the hill - another wonderful experience, and he didn't even know why he could float and fall!
When standing in front of the tower, he turned around and the elemental elves rushed down the hillside, but fortunately, the distance was long enough for him to find a hiding place for a while.
This ancient tower looks more like a ruin: there is nothing exciting nearby, not even animals, as if there is some strange and solemn silence.
He walked to the ruins that used to be the road leading to the tower gate, picked up a stone by the roadside and held it in his hand, and carefully approached the ancient stone gate.
It has been polished and covered with moss due to the passage of time. Obviously, it has not been opened for many years.
He leaned down the stone against the wall, stood as firmly as possible before walking to the giant gate, and moved his hands up the stone to find the most appropriate place to push.
But he only used a little strength on the stone door, and the door immediately opened inside without making a sound.
A cold wind floated out of the dark interior, bringing an unfamiliar mixed smell and an ancient atmosphere. It feels like another world, maybe it belongs to another era.
He gently lowered his footsteps, but the sound of footsteps still echoed in the silent darkness. The light from outside the door made him feel a little relaxed, as if there was some kind of obstacle in the middle of the world inside and outside the tower.
"Should light the torch..." He said to himself, but he suddenly stopped. He didn't expect that his whisper would attract such a big echo, which made him shocked.
He looked left and right to see if there were any differences.
"Door!" He suddenly shouted out, and he noticed that the silent stone door had begun to close behind him. He jumped over and grabbed the door before it completely closed and made everything dark, but even his powerful power could not resist the magic power of the moving door. It closed without making a sound, only the air made a low sound, making an echo like a giant sigh.
He expected that after the huge door blocked the last trace of sunlight, the place would become like a lightless tomb, but this did not happen, because as soon as the door was closed, a blue light began to illuminate the room, and this was a porch.
He couldn't speak because of the fear that enveloped him. He is in the bubble that has no so-called time, denies his views on the times, and denies his self-attribution, looking at human history. In the blink of an eye, he was driven to stand on the position of a deceased observer, and his own experience was suspended in another time and space, looking at the concubine of the human race with divine power. Many intricate brocade paintings, once bright in color, but now dim, and the clear outline is gradually blurred, bringing him into a fantasy scene and staged the story of the human race. Each story is told repeatedly. At first glance, it seems to be a repetitive story, but each time it is slightly changed. Changes show their different essences and different results.
Weapons and armor of various eras are lined up on the wall, with countless forgotten kingdom flags and family emblems hanging above them. Some of the heroes and portraits of sages resting underground are familiar to the most erudite scholars, but most of them are even known to them, staring down from the rafters, and their faces captured vividly to show the feelings of everyone they depicted.
He didn't touch these things, but just looked at them quietly. The picture scroll on the porch recorded thousands of years, even dozens of millions of years of human changes, and even the smallest links and unknown conspiracies were clearly recorded. It seemed that the eyes were observed here and drawn by a pair of skillful hands.
The second door, this time made of wood, is directly installed at the end of the cylindrical corridor from the first room, which clearly goes into the mountain belly behind the tower. The moment it opened, he planned to break the magic here and escape.
However, no one took up arms. He knew that no matter who (what) lived in this tower, his power was beyond this earthly power.
At the door is an altar with a shelf and a machete on it.
He approached the altar, and the machete began to buzz without warning. I don't know whether it was an early warning or a welcome.
"You can try it!" A voice appeared in the empty room and shocked him.
"Who are you? Where are you?" He looked around and began to look for someone to speak.
"I, I'm in front of you!" This sound appeared again.
Because of his precautions, he quickly found the source of the sound. Next to the machete on the altar, there was also a small wooden platform with a silver statue on it.
The statue is made of silver metal, which looks like a small winged child. Now the eyes made of gems stare at him as if he were alive.
"Is it...it's you?" He asked carefully and looked left and right as if he couldn't make up his mind.
"Hmm," the jewel's eyes flashed.