The Wizard World

The wall is endless, and a piece of gauze-like white light is swallowed upwards. Through the white light, one can clearly see the low and dark tornado slowly turning on the other side.

Angelet looked left and right, under the fence, the surrounding wind and sand were much smaller, and he could see the directions on both sides clearly.

The wall was more than five meters high, extending to both sides until it was inserted into the gray-black wind and sand. Only a low rumbling sound could be heard in the sky, like the sound of rolling boulders. It was the sound of a tornado on the other side of the black wall.

Angelet looked around, and there was almost no end in sight around the wall.

With a move in his heart, he began to move rapidly along the left side. After several minutes, a black building embedded in the wall finally appeared on the fence. The building looked like a mountain-shaped gate, and there was a well-repaired black stone road in front of the gate. .

Angelet landed lightly in front of the gate, and on both sides of the gate were two giant black and purple eagle sculptures flapping their wings. The two-meter-high stone carving is full of fine honeycomb-like holes.

Angelet walked over and touched it with his hand. It was smooth and cold, and the stone was very hard. It should be the same material as the stone slab under his feet.

Go forward along the stone road and stand in front of the dark round arch of the mountain-shaped building. The building has three spiers that arch high, and the white light tulle sprayed upwards is much brighter than the surroundings.

Four symmetrical square windows can be seen on the wall of the building, and there are faint lights flickering inside.

Angelet's face moved slightly. "There are still guards here?" He strode into the arch and entered a black hole-shaped passage.

The front of the passage was blocked, and in a thousand-dry circular gray pool, a black fish girl was holding a silver water bottle and tilted it slightly, but no trace of water flowed out.

There is a black stone door on the left and right sides of the passage, and the white patterns of the moon and the sun are engraved on the door respectively.

What surprised Angelet even more was that there was a faint sound of a harp coming from inside the door, as if someone was playing and singing.

A clear male voice came from inside the door, intermittently. It was a language that Angelet couldn't understand.

Looking around, Angelet walked to the left and knocked on the moon door.

buzz

The stone door opened slowly, revealing the bright yellow light inside.

Angelet trembled all over, black smoke enveloped his whole body, and after a while the black smoke dissipated, he immediately returned to his original shape, and strode in.

Inside the door is a U-shaped hall. There are several wooden counters scattered in the hall. Behind the counters stand yellow-skinned pointed ears, who seem to be waiters.

In the empty space in the middle of the hall, there were several black stone tables, and some creatures with unusually strong auras were sitting around drinking and chatting.

Only two of these creatures are human beings. The others include a black rhinoceros with two heads, a huge silver eagle covered in blood-red armor, and even a lobster-headed creature and a six-armed monster that looks like a demon.

The characteristic of all these creatures is that they are strong.

As soon as Angelet came in, he closed the door behind his back and just glanced around the entire hall. He actually saw three creatures above the Dawn Sorcerer.

"Ascetic monk?" The term suddenly flashed in his mind.

The proportion of wizards in the central area is frighteningly high, and there are naturally some shocking and top-level powerhouses among them. Most of these powerhouses are actually exploring around to explore the mysteries of time, space and the world in order to be stronger.

This is also the purpose of the ancient wizards, although the ancient wizards were almost completely destroyed because of this purpose. But there are not a few who advocate the spirit of exploration by ancient wizards. These powerhouses do not want to waste their lives fighting for power and enjoying luxury, but explore and travel around, constantly strengthen themselves, and climb to a higher peak.

These strong creatures are not afraid of pain, and the pursuit of power is their only desire. It's just that it is generally only possible to meet them in extremely harsh environments. In order to hone themselves, almost all of them have abnormal will and consciousness.

At this time, under the dim light of candles in the hall, apart from the powerhouses sitting around, there was also a man sitting beside an oval flower pot playing and singing a harp, suddenly stopped singing and smiled at everyone.

"Welcome to the Impassable Hotel, newcomer." The man had short silver hair and a handsome face. There were no pupils in his eyes, but a red and blue swirl in each of his eyes. He was wearing a pair of extremely heavy black metal armor, like an invisible mech. The sharp parts of the armor are still dark red soaked in blood, and some wear and tear marks can be seen slightly. The most important thing is that he speaks the purest Byron language, which is a language that Angelet can understand.

"Oh? Have two newcomers come in within ten years? It's really rare." A bald man with a red beard behind the counter shouted loudly, "Outsider, are you here for hunting or to sharpen yourself?" The bearded man held a The yellow wooden cup took a deep sip of wine.

For a moment, all eyes in the hall were on Angelet. Soon, except for the man with the beard and the harp, everyone looked away and resumed the conversation just now.

"Me?" Angelet was slightly taken aback, "I'm here to research and collect some things." He walked to the bearded counter with a polite smile on his face.

"Research?" The bearded man shook his head speechlessly, "This is the gate of the abyss, not a place where children come to play house. Child, you chose the wrong place."

"How do you say?" Angelet smiled and threw out a medium magic stone. "Give me a drink too, thanks."

The bearded man put away the magic stone with a smile, picked up the wine bottle and glass on the counter behind and started pouring wine. "The gate of the abyss means to close the gate of the abyss. Entering from here is the area of ​​​​the abyssal storm. There are endless terrifying abyssal monsters in it. If there are still defensive relics left by ancient wizards here, the whole world may be destroyed. The monster inside is occupying it." The bearded man put the wine glass in front of Angelet with a bang.

The yellow wine splashed from the cup onto the table, exuding a strong aroma.

Angelet picked it up and took a sip, a hot smell of wine flooded into his mouth. "What a strong drink! Why haven't I heard of this place in the Midlands before?"

With a bang, the handsome man who was playing the piano just now sat up on the right side, and his heavy arm armor hit the counter with a bang, without making a hole.

"Central? Are you from the Central?" The man lightly stroked the silver harp in his hand. "Haven't heard of this place? Hehe, those weak guys, it's normal not to mention us. Come to think of it, I have been here for almost two hundred years. Time flies! I think I was just an ordinary three-year-old A super wizard is actually at the dawn level now."

"I think back when those deformed old men were still here, the environment here wasn't so bad. The scope of the abyssal storm wasn't so big, it's a pity." The bearded man took a sip of his wine and shook his head. "I've lived here for more than a thousand years, and I don't care about everything, Femora, if Golin is still there, maybe I can stop the abnormal changes here."

The handsome man stroked the harp and shook his head slightly: "Let him pass the past, it's useless to say it now, the teacher's decision will not be changed by anyone."

"Over a thousand years." The corners of Angelet's eyes twitched, and he already vaguely felt that this place was no longer an ordinary place. The deformed old man in the bearded mouth made him suddenly have a bad association.

"Big beard, the shape-shifting old man you're talking about is the kind of old man who likes to transform into various animals and loves to peep?" He interjected.

"You know him?" The red bearded man gave Angelet a slightly surprised look. "But the people who can find here are not considered rubbish, and it's okay if you know one or two. That's right, those old men really like to peep." His face twitched a few times, with a taste of the past that he couldn't bear to look back on. "They are also the guardians of this world. This is not a secret here."

"Okay, don't talk so much, let's talk about you. Newcomer, seeing how young you are, why did you come to such a ghostly place?" Femora, the harp man, looked at Angelet with interest.

Angelet looked closely, only to find that the skin on his face was covered with fine lines and scars, which were the scars caused by too many healing witchcraft recovery times. This phenomenon would only appear on one part of the hand too many times.

Especially when those red and blue eyes were fixed on Angelet, Angelet actually trembled slightly, feeling a hint of danger.

His physical strength is now close to the fifth level, and he actually feels a little danger from this Fermora. Obviously, the opponent's strength is already close to the fifth level.

"Tell me about me? What can I say? I just came here out of curiosity and wanted to study the storm of the abyss." Angelet took a sip of his wine noncommittal.

ding dong

Fermora lightly brushed the harp with her fingertips: "Do you really know where this is?" He looked at Angelet with a half-smile, "It's impossible to get in here through normal ways. On the ground, you can only get in from the dimension." You can only enter the black passage through the door, and you can come to the gate of the abyss along the black road. Without level five strength, you can only pass sideways from the outer edge of the abyss storm at most, and you can't even withstand the gravity of the outer sandstorm. "

Angelet was slightly shocked, recalling that he flew down for so long before landing, he vaguely understood something. Carefully glanced at the two entrances in front of the eyes. "Is this the bottom of the storm?"

"Dangdangdang guessed right!" Fermora smiled softly, "Our place is actually a forgotten place. Maybe you are the strongest of the era, maybe you are an exile from another world, or He is a real criminal in the local world. There are not so many rules here, all you need is a little strength!" He bent his index finger and flicked Angelet lightly.

laugh!

An invisible airflow hit Angelet's shoulder precisely, and was immediately blocked by a dark red halo.

"This is one of the pinnacles of the whole world." The bearded man laughed on the side, "It's very easy, unlike last time, the kid was killed by Femora with a single finger. So weak, he might as well die." It’s better to do it yourself.”

Angelet smiled. Knowing that the finger just now was a test of strength, he was not angry. He picked up the wine glass and drank slowly. Listen to the bearded man introduce some common sense to him.

"The strong from any area here can come, as long as you can pass through the ground through the gravitational force of the storm, and go down from the distorted space in the storm, you can reach the depths of the bottom of the storm, which is our place, the Impassable Hotel. Why? It’s called Desperate because of the danger here.”