The clouds are steaming and the clouds are shining, and the energy is flowing through the rainbow.
It was the first time for Fullington to fly in the sky. The beautiful scenery below was magnificent and moving, but he had no intention of watching it. Not only because of the vicious man behind him who had no idea of his purpose; more importantly, his whole body was
Shivering, I really can't bear the cold.
He didn't wear much clothes, and there was a fireplace to keep him warm at home, but he was taken away like this and still flying at high altitude without protection. He only felt that his blood seemed to be gradually freezing.
The cold was not the scariest thing. The thin air at high altitude kept pouring into Fullington's nasal cavity during high-speed flight.
His complexion gradually changed from pale to cyanotic.
Just when Fullington began to have hallucinations of hypothermia and tremblingly wanted to take off his clothes, completely wandering in the "fake warmth", they finally arrived at their destination, Mount Osore Falls.
Fullington was thrown into the snow, and while he was still in a daze, a gentle energy poured into his body.
With the intrusion of this energy, Fullington felt that all the discomfort in his body disappeared. Even his chaotic thinking became much clearer.
Not only did I not feel cold, my body felt like it was a warm summer day.
Fullington looked at Huys in surprise. Such a method could only be accomplished by an extraordinary person. Thinking that his body had recovered, Fullington stood up from the thick snow.
However, in Angel's eyes, Fullington's appearance has not improved at all. His skin is still pale and purple, with obvious frostbite, and it has become more serious as time goes by. But his eyes are very bright, and it seems that there is no trace of frostbite in his eyes.
I didn't notice anything strange about my body.
It seemed that the energy that Huys had previously input into Fullington's body was more like a paralysis effect than actually having any effect.
"Tell me, where did you bury the box?" Huys said coldly.
"When I first came here, it hadn't started snowing yet. Let me think about it." Fullington looked around. Now the Ossan Falls has stopped flowing, and only a few unfrozen places are still gurgling water. They are covered with snow.
In the mountains and fields, the snow and dust blown by the mist are flying. No matter near or far away, it is a vast expanse, making it difficult for ordinary people to distinguish the direction.
However, Fullington was a sailor who lived on the sea after all. His sense of direction was inherently accurate, and his grasp of spatial distances was extraordinary.
After he determined a landmark as a starting point, he quickly found the direction.
"It should be buried there!" Fullington pointed to a high ground in the distance and said.
Everyone looked around and found that the highland was actually far away from where they were. Although it was still within the scope of Oshan Falls, it was actually close to the edge. A little further past, it was the town of Gru.
Fullington was picked up by Huys again, and in a blink of an eye, he reached the high ground.
The high ground was flat and empty, except for a lonely big tree that stood for a long time.
Looking back from this highland, you can have a clear view of the town of Gru.
"The man's words several times hinted that I should be buried near the town of Gru. However, I didn't know what was inside, and I was worried that it might be poisonous gas, so I didn't dare to bury it.
He was buried here in Gru Town." Fullington said, and then walked to the only big tree covered with snow: "The box is under this tree."
After Fullington finished speaking, he stood aside.
Huys looked at the tree carefully. He actually felt that there was something under the tree, but it was just a very ordinary box. If there was energy escaping, it would have been discovered by the alchemy puppet before, but this box obviously did not.
Xiu Yis stood there without making any move, only to see ripples appear in the air behind him, and the shadow of a huge magic hand appeared near the tree.
The magic hand penetrated directly into the ground, the ground rumbled, and a suitcase was lifted up.
Just as Huys had sensed before, this was an ordinary leather suitcase, brown leather, painted with a cross pattern, copper-painted buckles, and a black zipper.
It looks ordinary, but the only strange thing is that you can't sense what's inside the box.
White Bear whispered: "Be careful, fate has given me a premonition that the box is most likely to belong to Rolando."
Rolando is involved, even if he is not here, there might be a trap inside.
After a pause, Bai Xiong asked again: "What will be inside the box?"
"There are a lot of things that can be stored in the extraordinary person's box. Even if it contains a whole world, it is possible." It was Huys who replied.
There is nothing wrong in saying that. If someone refines the witchcraft garden into a suitcase, it is indeed possible to open a world. However, as far as they know, King Guman does not have a witchcraft garden. Even if he does, it is impossible.
Buried here so hastily.
But even if it is not the so-called "world" inside, such a small space does not mean that it is also so small inside. Maybe it contains some unknown and terrifying things?
Huys reached out his hand more cautiously, preparing to open the box and take a look.
Even if there is really a big terror inside, there shouldn't be any problems if Sir Huan Mo is here.
However, just when Huis was about to unzip the zipper, Angel suddenly said: "Wait a minute!"
Huyston paused and looked back at Angel in confusion.
"Do you feel that the thread under the button is a bit familiar?" Angel pointed to a place on the suitcase. There is a line under the button. This line looks like a suture, and the surrounding cross grid
The patterns are completely blended together.
Neither Huys nor Bai Xiong noticed anything was wrong, but Sanders was silent for a moment and said in a hesitant voice: "Cheng Jiao?"
Angel nodded: "It's very much like a disguised form of Cheng Jiao."
Chengjiao is a kind of knowledge about magic patterns. Each magic pattern actually has its own meaning, either an element or a concept, which is presented one by one according to the effect corresponding to the magic pattern. As for Chengjiao, most of them are
Magic patterns will appear because it means the maximum edge of a magic pattern drawn.
It actually has no special meaning. If we really want to say it, it is probably somewhat similar to "restriction" or "framework".
In other words, magic patterns are generally limited to the angle range.
But speaking of restrictions alone, it seems a bit too strict. In fact, the expressive power of magic patterns is still very broad and free, so the concept of Chengjiao is actually more of a medium that takes on other magic patterns.
"Cheng Jiao?" Hughes also knew what Cheng Jiao was, but no matter how he looked at the lines created by the sutures, they didn't look like Cheng Jiao. It was a bit far-fetched to say that it was Cheng Jiao in disguise.
However, Huice was a layman on magic patterns after all, while Angel was an alchemist who was proficient in enchantment. Since he said he was like Cheng Jiao, it was impossible for Huys to refute.
If it is really Cheng Jiao, does that mean there are magic patterns on this box...or a magic energy array?
Huys looked carefully, but there was no familiar magic pattern on the suitcase.
In the end, Huys could only leave it to Angel to judge.
The magic hand held the suitcase and presented it in front of Angel, letting Angel observe it.
Looking closely, you can see the appearance of the suitcase. It is made in one piece, the leather is very smooth, and the cross pattern is printed and dyed with some kind of paint. The only unevenness is the seam that appears from under the buckle.
Wire.
But if you look closely, this suture looks more like an ordinary suture used to sew buttons on.
After a while, Angel frowned. He didn't find any magic patterns, but the pattern sewn by the stitches did look like Cheng Jiao...
"Is it possible that you saw it wrong?" Bai Xiong frowned and asked in a low voice when he saw that Angel remained silent.
Angel thought for a long time, but still didn't feel the existence of the magic pattern. Could it be that he had seen it wrong as Bai Xiong said? That stitch was just designed to look like that pattern?
At this time, Xiu Yis also began to have doubts about Angel in his eyes.
It wasn't that he doubted Angel's ability, but he secretly thought that Angel might be too naive. Knowing that his judgment might be wrong this time, he was a little embarrassed to admit it.
"Actually, the lack of magic marks is a good result. Even if there are some magic marks, we should be able to deal with it, right?" Bai Xiong whispered.
"I want to touch the suitcase directly." Angel suddenly said.
Because they were worried that there was a trap in the suitcase, they didn't touch it before, but just carried it with their magic hands.
Now that Angel proposed to have close contact, in Huice's view, he just couldn't hold back his face, and he was starting to act awkwardly. It can almost be seen with the naked eye, and there are no uneven marks on the suitcase, and there is no trace of any touch.
significance.
But Angel's contribution to the discovery of the suitcase was undoubtedly the greatest, so when he made this request, Huys couldn't stop him, but his face darkened a little.
Angel looked back at Sanders. There was no distrust in Sanders' eyes, but he asked calmly: "Do you really think it's a magic pattern?"
"I don't know, but you can't explore the inside of this box, which itself shows something wrong. I have an idea and need to confirm it."
Sanders nodded: "Then you do what you want."
Angel stretched out his hand and slowly touched the surface of the suitcase. A cold feeling penetrated into his body along his fingertips.
Angel touched the "Chengjiao" that he had always suspected before, then pressed it gently, and slowly slid his fingers down along the Chengjiao. He closed his eyes and quietly felt the touch on the fingertips.
Time passed little by little and the air became still.
There was impatience in Xiu Yis's eyes, but at this moment, Lord Huan Mo was at his side, so he couldn't say anything.
White Bear took out his cane and made predictions... However, fate seemed to have abandoned him again, and he received no news.
Just when Xiuis couldn't help but want to ask, Angel suddenly said: "My judgment is correct, it is indeed a magic pattern."
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