On the carriage, Bimoye was copying the letter on the memory stone alone. When he read the content of the letter, he was so surprised that he almost burst out and called his companions outside the carriage and other carriages. But when he read the content on the next page
, his expression suddenly darkened, and his frown showed his inner struggle and difficulty in making a choice.
Outside, the dwarf general brought back a batch of masks and blouses and threw them on the grass: "Everyone has these things. They are a little rough, but they can be used."
"It doesn't matter if it's rough or not." Thain, who had broken his arm, randomly picked up a mask and put it on: "Anyway, we don't have much time left."
The wind blew through the dark green grass, giving it a wavy texture. Everyone was wearing blouses and rough and ugly masks, as if a mysterious organization was gathering in this deserted place.
Irina knocked on the carriage door and shouted: "Bimoyer, you should also put on a smock."
Scar followed and asked, "Is there any news from the Holy Garden and the Demon Moon?"
Bimoye got out of the carriage and shook his head: "There is no good news, they are still researching."
"Research, research, doesn't the Holy Garden claim to be omniscient and omnipotent? If this continues, we really have no hope of survival!" Ermuda stamped his feet angrily, leaving his favorite sapphire staff still on the ground.
.
Scar climbed into the carriage and took a look, and suddenly said: "Hey, there is new information coming. Ah, Bimoye, come and take a look. It says the first sentence to solve the riddle of the poem."
After everyone heard the good news, they gathered around the carriage. Bimoye and the general got into the carriage and looked at the new content on the Tongyi slate.
"The Sinful Forest, 'Tasmania's Black War', is the middle ground between the United Kingdom of Aldru and Kulus and the Warcraft Forest!" Big Low was blocking the car window and thinking more and more excitedly, and he brought it to everyone.
A glimmer of hope.
"Don't worry, don't worry." Bewolf told everyone to calm down: "The above just mentioned suspicion, not absolutely certain. It also mentioned several other possible locations."
Delma said outside the car: "We don't have time to go to all places, so we can only take a gamble and go to the most likely place."
"But there are still many unsolved riddles of poetry. This sentence alone, including the white castle we found, is completely insufficient if it is true."
"Is there any new news about the Holy Garden?"
"It's not from the Holy Garden, it's from Ten Star City."
"Is there no new news from the Holy Garden?"
In the carriage, on a small fixed table, there are three slightly different spatial communication formations carved on them, corresponding to the news from the Holy Garden, Ten Star City, and Demonic Moon Biles. They will communicate with each other on the tablets.
By moving to different star arrays and slightly modifying the stone surface, you can receive news from different places. They have agreed with these three places on two fixed communication times every day, which are at 12 noon.
and six o'clock in the evening.
In the evening, perhaps inspired by the two previous interpretations, two new contents were interpreted in the Holy Garden. One of them, 'fish drowned in the water', should refer to the water of the Styx, which cannot hold anything.
, even fish will be addicted to it. The second "bat borrowed my eyes" may refer to using sound to identify one's position.
At this time, everyone was so confident that they didn’t want to rest at night, and the carriages and horses kept galloping towards the Kingdom of Aldru. Although there were still many poems that I didn’t understand, they were running around the Holy Garden and the Demonic Moon.
Will more content be solved along the way? When they find the place, maybe they will all be solved. They don’t want to delay at all.
The carriage was also speeding, and Bing Zhixie was riding a Pegasus, looking at the scenery passing by, clearing the thoughts that had settled in her brain due to thinking for too long, Delisco was not idle either, she was actively and
Contact the companions of the Illuminati, and then ask the companions to find more people who can interpret it to find clues. As the saying goes, wisdom comes with the number of people, and I really waited for a reply.
She said to Bing Zhixie outside the car: "You can be sure that the 'beautiful female devil' in the poem refers to succubus, they are creatures from hell."
"Door of hell?"
"Yes, they are the ethnic groups left on the mainland from the thousand-year hell war. The ancients once analyzed the succubus and found that they had color vision defects and emotional defects. In terms of color, they could not distinguish the difference between purple and cyan. In terms of emotions, they could not distinguish the difference between purple and cyan.
They cannot understand love."
"'The charming witches invited me to have sex, but when I refused, the color of love was lost in her eyes.'" Bing Zhixie gave a high-five: "That's right. But is it purple or cyan?"
"
…
In the huge and empty underground temple of the Rondo-Loncasson Church, Pope Dieudonné looked up at the fertility goddess in the huge gold and white shrine, and stared at the half-open and half-closed eyes of the statue.
Reflecting a cyan shimmer.
…
"Cyan." Delisco told him.
Bing Zhixie nodded: "With these interpretations, it seems that it is not impossible to decipher the secret of the Abyss of Light."
Delisco returned to his old man's state and said: "It's not too far from here to Aldru. Christine's life is short. Time is running out. I have contacted a person and is rushing there. He
I will go with you and provide you with help. Bring the Tongyi Stone and contact me when necessary. I think the Holy Garden... hmm, I will also send people there."
"Aren't you going?"
"I'm too old to do risky things."
"I feel like I'm being used as a gunman," Bing Zhixie said.
Delisco said: "People use each other. You may think this statement is ugly, but it is not heartless, because feelings can also be used."
"That's your opinion, I won't comment. But with so many babies in the car, why don't you want to support me?" Bing Zhixie said.
"You are so realistic."
"Realistic people are very cute, because they usually clearly mark their prices and don't talk about nonsense."
Drisco smiled, very happily: "I like realistic people, just like I like you. If you were a duck, I would definitely spend money to sleep with you for one night."
"Then you have to be dozens of years younger. I mean really dozens of years younger." Bingzhixie said.
Drisco said: "You have so much available to you that you don't need to add anything new."
"A lot doesn't mean it's easy to use." Bing Zhixie took out a list from his pocket: "Since you won't give me anything, then find a way to get me all the items above. I put the five-pointed stars on them.
A few things. If you are unwilling to do it, then I am not willing to save people."
"A very reasonable price." Drisco took the order without even looking at it, and finally said: "No matter what is in the Abyss of Light, don't let the Holy Garden get it, don't give them even a penny. This is mine.
condition."
"Okay. I also want to hear you continue to tell stories related to Long Ling. You must not hide it from me."