Many walked past them and came to the stone door that the Trolls were guarding.
"Stupid trick."
The disdainful tone seemed to be contemptuous of the protective formation in front of the stone door. He did not stop and walked to the stone door. After looking at it, he turned around and walked towards the wall at the side.
In front of the stone wall, many stood still and raised their right hands. In the next instant, the stone wall gradually melted away as if it was melting, revealing a neat staircase behind it.
Walking down the staircase, there seemed to be countless formations protecting this place. However, the moment they approached, they lost their effectiveness and turned into useless stone patterns under an invisible wave. The road ahead seemed endless, but when Many took another step forward, the staircase under their feet suddenly changed. The surrounding scenery suddenly passed by them so quickly that it became blurry.
They did not take more than three steps before they reached the end of the road.
Raising his head, he saw a stone stele standing alone in the middle of the small stone chamber. And on top of it, there was a blade floating quietly.
Many eyes suddenly widened, but they felt that they had walked to the stone stele without stopping.
There were some words written on the stele, but Many did not have the time to read them clearly. They felt that the scenery here disappeared abruptly, just like how it appeared before. Black fog suddenly rose around them, and they seemed to have fallen into an abyss again.
"Thump …"
It was still the same pulsing sound.
The oppressive feeling made Many feel abnormally annoyed. Did the memory just now belong to Nairíos?
Did he come here?
And he even found that sword blade?
What happened to him?
Did he take it?
These questions suddenly filled his mind, and all the clues seemed to be tangled up!
When did the black-robed man fall out with Nairíos?
When did Nairíos come to the temple?
Did the black-robed man hide the blade here?
"You seem to have a lot of questions."
The voice rang in his ears again, causing him to hold his breath. This time, he felt as if the person who spoke was breathing on his face. It was an oddly familiar yet repulsive aura that made him feel awkward, but he couldn't find the reason for it.
That's right, Many felt that they hated the voice, but they did not know where this feeling came from.
"Humph!
What an arrogant fellow … "
That voice belonged to a typical middle-aged man. After he said a few words, many people suddenly felt that this voice was somewhat familiar … It seemed to belong to that black-clothed man!
However, his words were like fragments, intermittent, and he did not care about the reactions at all — it was more like a voice recorded in a tape recorder, somewhat mechanically and strangely repeated …
"Do you always think that you are the only one who is right?
Idiot … "
"You are omniscient?
I admit that you know more than me, but that doesn't mean anything! "
"Even Rothlorian wouldn't be as arrogant as you!
A truly wise man would never do that! "
"Hopeless idiot …"
"Damn it …"
…
Is that moonlight above my head?
As time passed, many of them gradually relaxed and once again looked up at the faint light above.
The annoyance in their hearts had not dissipated yet, but many tried their best to calm themselves down. The situation here was different from any other times they had encountered before. It seemed that there were two completely different and conflicting things in their bodies, constantly fighting against each other. Even their memories began to be messy and strangely incomplete.
The scene in front of them seemed to be constantly changing. This time … it was Oditore Castle!
Many still felt as if they were in someone's body. He was walking on the familiar streets, surrounded by scenes that he couldn't be more familiar with. However, the scenery of Oditore Castle at this moment was slightly different from the place where they lived now.
There weren't any decorative flower beds, nor were there any neatly trimmed flowers and trees. There weren't any tall buildings around either. The sky was also gloomy, making people feel a little depressed. The ground beneath their feet seemed to be a little damp. Many people walked towards the seemingly lonely Baron's mansion and stopped in front of the door.
"Sigh …"
A sigh came from Many's mouth. He raised his palm and a huge stone suddenly appeared in front of the baron's mansion. Many saw an inconspicuous ring on his finger. It looked dark as if it was casually ground from a worthless stone. But it seemed to be … Nairíos' Space Ring?
The huge stone stood on the ground and immediately changed.
Many just stood still and could feel an invisible force changing the huge stone in front of them … Gradually, the stone began to change its shape.
Like a piece of plasticine being kneaded, the texture of the stone suddenly became very soft and its surface was covered with a layer of faint light … Then, many immediately recognized what the stone was about to become!
It was that statue!
It was the lifelike statue in front of Oditore Castle!
It turned out that this statue was made by Nairíos himself?
At this moment, many sighed at the exquisite craftsmanship of the statue — it turned out that it was not sculpted at all!
In less than a minute, the statue was completed. As the last bit of light disappeared from the surface of the stone statue, the statue became the same as it was when Many first saw it.
"This place belongs to you and will always belong to you."
Many spoke softly in dragon language and then walked towards the inside of the baron's mansion without stopping.
At this moment, the baron's mansion was extremely desolate. It looked like no one lived in it at all. Dust covered the furniture. But Nairíos didn't seem to care about this. After entering the door, he was stunned for a few seconds and then walked towards the secret room.
Does he know this place?
Many doubts were solved by themselves as soon as they formed. With Nairíos's strength, if even the city defense could find the secret room, how could he not find it?
After pushing the door open, Nairíos entered the room. He turned his head to look at the bookshelf, the statues, and the oil paintings on the wall. Suddenly, he was stunned.
Many felt that he had been standing for a few minutes. Then, he took a few steps and sat on the dust-free armchair. He stared blankly at the oil paintings on the wall as though he was reminiscing about something.
"It has been so many years. It's time to end it."
In the end, Many sighed and stood up. The oil paintings on the wall automatically floated and floated to the side, revealing the seemingly flawless wall.
Without caring about what was on the wall, Nairíos stretched out his hand and the wall automatically parted to both sides as though it was under some kind of transformation spell, revealing … a stone door behind it?
Many didn't know what it was. Many felt that they were strolling towards it and the stone door opened automatically. The scene inside stunned them because it was empty. There was nothing inside.
But Nairíos raised his hand slightly and something suddenly appeared above his palm!
It's that broken sword?!
Many were stunned. The thing in front of them was the sword that Elder Valencia had described in the temple. It looked greyish black and had some indescribable strange patterns on it. It looked like a thin and straight dagger, and it was currently floating above their palms without any luster.
"Please forgive me. There are some things that will eventually lead you to your own destruction."
Many of them uttered those words, before raising their hands and letting their blades drift towards the center of the room. Soon, the scenery around them darkened once more, and many fell into the abyss again …