What's going on?
He stared blankly for a moment, then raised his wrist and carefully looked at his palm. It was as if he was observing the lines on his palm, but most of it was curiously observing the sword hilt that he couldn't see any shape at all.
Its shape should be very simple, like the oldest single-handed sword. The hilt was not very comfortable to hold, and could even be said to be a little uncomfortable. Many touched the hilt with both hands, but he felt that the strange feeling was continuously transmitted from the hilt to his mind.
Emotions … Anger … Sorrow … Fear … Greed … Arrogance … Many felt as though these irritating emotions were eating away at them. However, the reason why many did not store them into the Space Ring was because of one emotion — nostalgia.
This strange feeling was like he was experiencing another person's emotions, and it quickly reminded him of the feeling he had when he communicated with Athena. Could it be that this sword hilt had its own thoughts?
The facts told him that this was the case. Many raised the hilt and tried to communicate with it, but there was no response.
It seemed that it could not hear … or feel his' friendliness'. But Many did not try anything else, the current situation was still within his control. He looked to the side.
It was pitch-black … But it was not that the fire could not drive away the darkness, but that the things in front of him did not reflect light at all. It was those black crystals!
It was filled to the brim. Many people saw that this small stone chamber was actually filled with these stones!
Only when the light from the torch shone on the edges of these stones could he barely see their outlines. Many looked around and found that these stones were like creepers that covered the entire stone room's walls!
They were like some kind of plant, covering the walls along a route, and almost 80% of the ground was covered, leaving only a path that led to the pedestal in the middle of the stone room without these black crystals.
The surrounding scene looked a little scary, in short, this was not the stone room that Many remembered. He slightly bent down and reached out to touch the cold stone.
What is this thing?
Magic crystal?
Or is it condensed from something else?
Until now, Many still did not know how this thing was produced, but everything in front of him seemed to reveal something.
There was a strange feeling that made Many feel that the surrounding atmosphere was a little strange. After thinking carefully, Many found that there was no existence of magic elements in the surrounding air!
What's going on?
Could this be the legendary … Anti-Magic Field?
This doubt flashed through his mind, but he continued to observe.
He saw that the marks on the ground were not uniform. They really did look like the irregular growth of some plants. After thinking for a while, he stood up and walked towards the stone platform.
The light from the torches illuminated the stone platform, but the sword blade was not placed on it. This was also expected. Many eyes shifted and suddenly stopped on the surface of the stone platform.
There was a lot of dust on the stone platform, so many people didn't notice that there was something on it at first glance. He took the torch over and shone it, and found that there was actually a book on it that wasn't too thick!
Its gray surface made it look very similar to the stone platform beside it. If it weren't for the slight bulge, many people wouldn't have known that there was a book there.
Sensing carefully, Brendel once again confirmed that there were no magic circles protecting this place. Perhaps Brendel was not sure if there would be other magic circles activated when he held the hilt of the sword. For the sake of caution, he took out an ordinary dagger and slightly lifted the grey book.
It was very thin, less than a finger's thickness, and the cover was made of some kind of animal skin. The dagger lifted it up, and the dust fell down. At the same time, the book naturally flipped to a few pages, allowing many to see the content on it.
This thing was not ordinary. There was no sign of decay after being placed for so long.
Dragon language?
Many immediately understood the words on it. This was the language used by the official Dragon race, and the content seemed to be … about the Trolls?!
"According to a period of observation, this method doesn't seem to be feasible. There are only a few Trolls left in the second batch, and their healing speed isn't ideal …"
This reminded many of the experiment reports and theses of those researchers. Many was stunned, and immediately put it into the Space Ring … It wouldn't be too late to study it when they got back.
Turning around, the door of the stone room was still open, but there was a bone-chilling coldness and darkness in the surroundings. So what was the 'eternal life' that the Cullen Trolls spoke of?
Many thought about it, and suddenly felt that these black crystals seemed to be the target that he needed to find.
They were too strange. The Caucasian Trolls were addicted to eating, and the Cullen Trolls guarded here all day. Did they not eat?
There was only one possibility. The black crystals seemed to be related to the strange phenomenon in the Azura Forest.
Many did not keep the hilt of the sword in his hand into the Space Ring. He could feel that everything here seemed to be safe only when he held it. He was not interested in doing any comparison experiments. Many squatted down, and squinted at the black stones beside his feet.
What were they made of?
Why did Madam Vasaki explode with just a slight touch?
Many did not dare to use his dagger to cut it off. He thought for a while, and placed his palm on the stone.
A cold feeling spread throughout his body. Many of the sensations were no different from touching any other stone. However, a strange emotion suddenly came from the sword hilt in his other hand. Hunger?
Could it still be hungry?
Many of them took the invisible sword hilt and slowly placed it on the black crystal.
At this moment, the black crystal on the ground suddenly blossomed with a strange red light!
A red cross-shaped mark appeared on the originally dull and unreflective black stone slab. Many could tell that this was where the sword hilt was placed. And as time passed, it seemed that all the black crystals in the stone room began to slowly light up!
What's going on?
It's absorbing energy?
This was Many's instinctive reaction. What was more surprising was that the stones and crystals that covered the ground by his feet suddenly began to shrink!
Like the ebbing tide, Many could clearly see that the empty path in the middle was gradually widening.
This situation was not right. Many instinctively wanted to reach out to take the sword hilt, but the moment their fingers touched it, a strange aura suddenly enveloped them!
This was not the aura of a person, but … the aura of a certain army that Many had the impression of …
The Abyss … Only the army of the Abyss Race could emit such a terrifying and oppressive aura!
If the army of hundreds of thousands of the undead gathered together was astonishing, the aura emitted by this army was always lifeless. They were really like the walking dead. The aura they brought with them was silent and hopeless, making the soldiers feel that they were a group of machines that did not know hunger and did not know retreat.
The memories that remained in his mind told him that when the Abyss Race attacked, the entire army exuded an aura that was more like that of an enraged beast. They would not care about anything else and would only charge forward to kill, kill, and kill again!
Until there was no longer any living thing in sight!
That was a fanatical and excited aura that made people tremble!