| | Hunting country (19th Dec 22 at 1:04am UTC) | | In the center of the hall, there was a small square pool, about five meters square, with a faint green light blooming in the shallow pool. What is this place? Shaya looked around and shouted, "There's no way out. It's clearly a dead place!" Saint Roland Garros put down Elder Simon, kicked him unconscious, and then glanced at Shaya: "This is the altar of our holy city, where the Lord of the city presides over the ancestor worship ceremony." At this point, Saint Roland Garros showed a sad expression on his face and said with a wry smile, "I thought I would never have the chance to use the secret here in my life. Hey!" She looked at Shaya, then at the people around her, and whispered, "This is one of the greatest secrets of the Holy City.." The secret passed on by word of mouth from every Saint Roland Garros. My teacher, the last Saint Roland Garros, told me this secret. I never thought I would need to use this secret one day. With these words, she went to the side of the pool, walked around the pool, and then walked around in the opposite direction. As she walked, she kept stepping heavily on certain floors: Immediately, underground came a click of the sound of the wheel turning, the pool behind, the ground of several floors slowly reversed, revealing a faint step down to the passage! The passage was very narrow and the steps were very steep. This is the last refuge. Saint Roland Garros whispered: "The top secret handed down from generation to generation in the Holy City.". When the descendants of the emperor built the altar in the land of the last emperor, they left this back hand. In case of an accident in the future, which threatened the safety of the holy city, they fled to this place when they were in a desperate situation. They could also protect the descendants of the emperor from escaping from the holy city. This secret passage could lead all the way to the hexagram magic array at the foot of the holy city.. As for the exact location, I don't know. With these words, Saint Roland Gallos made way for the passage and said to the white warriors, "You can leave the city from here at once." That Han Bi lost his voice and said, "My Lord?"? We Did you just leave? The Holy City.. Saint Roland Garros seemed to want to open up at the moment, and said lightly, "What about the Holy City, idiot!"! The Holy City is dead! "No!" Han Bi gritted his teeth and shouted, "You are here. You will lead us back and kill the rebel!"! We "There is no such possibility." Saint Roland Garros said in a low voice, "The Council of Elders has all rebelled, and the Order of Guardians is finished.." Han Bi, don't you understand? People's hearts are no longer with us. At this point, the tone of Saint Roland Garros seems ridiculous: "In the midst of this rebellion.." So we are the villains! It is our existence that hinders their pursuit of freedom. They are the resisters of fate, and we.. Is the ridiculous old guard. Han must say something, Saint Roland Garros has a wave of his sleeve, he fainted in the past, Nero Marquina Marble Slab ,Grey Marble Slab, then looked at others: "You take him to go." "Then you." "I naturally have my plans." Saint Roland Garros looked at the white warrior next to him and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I'm not going to be buried here. I'm staying because I want to do what I should do.". Even though I can't stop this struggle, I will kill some of the culprits! They want to pursue freedom, but no matter how they kill their colleagues and murder Mr. Du, I will not let them go: At this point, Saint Roland Garros snapped, "What are you waiting for?"! Don't waste my time! Walk quickly These white warriors were all in tears, and finally a few people knelt down and saluted, took the lead in carrying Han Bi into the tunnel, the rest of the people were also in tears, one by one through the side of Saint Roland Garros, saluted, and finally left.
Shaya originally stood aside and did not speak, but Saint Roland Garros cast a bunch of complicated eyes, Shaya then moved in his heart, blessed to the soul, suddenly understood the meaning of the woman, coughed, touched from his arms for a while, took out a badge, stuffed it into the hands of one of the white warriors, and whispered: If you have a chance to go to the Byzantine Empire and take this badge to the Northern Army of the Empire, someone will take you in and take care of you. "Go." With a look of gratitude in his eyes, Saint Roland Garros nodded to Shaya and then said to the others, "You can.." Perhaps there will be a chance to meet in the future: At that moment, there was a loud bang at the gate, and it was obvious that the pursuers outside had begun to smash the door. Then the people outside found that the door was blocked, and after a burst of shouting and clamoring, it was obvious that they did not know where to look for the tools to hit the door. Saint Roland Garros snapped, "What are you waiting for?" She grabbed the last few white warriors and threw them directly into the tunnel, and then, not knowing where she started the mechanism, the stone slab at the entrance of the tunnel automatically closed. Looking at the tears in Saint Roland Garros' eyes, Shaya gave a wry smile and then whispered, "That.." What do we do now? Go out again? "" "Humph." Saint Roland Garros took a deep breath: "It's natural to kill, but now I'm wounded and poisoned. If I can't get rid of the poison of the elves, I'm afraid I have no power to deal with them:" Shaya's eyes lit up, but he did not forget that his hapless brother, Hastings, was also suffering from the poison of the elves. What to do? Shaya asked. Saint Roland Garros sighed, but stared at the square pool beside him, looking at the green water, and whispered,pietra gray marble, "It's up to it." As she spoke, she shook her head and smiled bitterly in a low voice: "This is a secret handed down from generation to generation by the Lord of the city. Everyone only knows that this is the altar and the place where we hold a memorial ceremony for our ancestors. This pool of water is holy water. It is only used to bless people when we hold a memorial ceremony. No one here will be interested in this pool of water on weekdays." At this point, she had stepped up to the edge of the pool and stepped into the water. forustone.com | |
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