The defeated trolls became completely silent, no longer beating their war drums or making any roars.
Griffith and Rana have no intention of killing all the trolls. They need these indigenous people to provide urgently needed supplies, indispensable intelligence and manpower in the next process of exploring the road out of the ruins, as well as, Ge
The body that Riffith needed all along but couldn't find.
Rana let go of Elder Gilapakasa and asked him to lead the way, leading the inspection team to the troll's lair and to the upper level of the pyramid.
This megalithic building has no main entrance or passage directly to the first floor. In the underground river cave where the battle took place, there is a curved staircase hidden behind stalactites and stalagmites, leading to the upper part.
The space on the first floor of the pyramid is astonishingly large. Huge strips of dark green and black stones are piled up to form a tall dome that gradually shrinks. Humans and trolls walk under it like ants crawling quietly in the living room. The majestic and sacred stone pillars
, the altar, the pool and the square are carved with strange patterns, which have been damaged over the years. Neither the palace of Bijeran nor the Senate Chamber have such majestic and broad buildings.
A protruding terrace arranged like a six-pointed star appeared more than ten meters high above, connected by an arc-shaped corridor, shimmering with green, red and black light. Those ancient builders and lofty priests must have looked down from there.
Holding the small and humble believers at their feet, they pray to the ancient gods in the sky.
But wait a minute, this is underground, how do they worship the gods among the stars?
Griffith looked up at the dome high above. It was a smooth dome. There were faint traces of joints between the thick stones. The lines were smooth and regular. Could it be that it could be opened and closed there to look at the stars through the gaps at the top of the cave?
?
He had seen the fortresses and ramparts of orcs and trolls in the far east, but he had never heard that they could build such a huge temple. They just dug out the huge slates and granite that made up the thick stone walls and piled them together.
, the amount of work is already unimaginably huge.
The civilization that built this majestic temple imprinted complex and vague psychological implications and aesthetics on the architecture. Ancient and taboo myths were hidden in the incredible structure, making people panic and subconsciously conjure up weird associations, making them surrender.
To the dark and secret ancient existence.
"Which god is this temple dedicated to?" Griffith asked the question that everyone was wondering about.
"Our bodies and hearts belong to the great shadow god Domon," the troll elder said softly, not daring to disturb the owner of this name.
Sonia shook her head. She was completely unfamiliar with this name. She looked at Galadia and found that the elf had never heard of this name.
…
These underground trolls live in independent stone houses and tents next to the temple hall. They cultivate mushrooms there and cook some buzzing honeycomb rocks. Their number ranges from 800 to 1,000. There are men.
There are women and many children, but there are very few old people.
The elders led Griffith and the others past the clansmen and roared loudly. The trolls, large and small, immediately dropped their work in a panic and ran to a hall ahead, where they got busy.
Griffith and Lana looked at each other and saw satisfaction in each other's eyes. With these trolls, everyone's supplies and auxiliary troops can be solved.
The Bellomon survivors lit a bonfire with black coals in a side hall, spread unknown furs on smooth stones, and invited the human conqueror to take a seat.
Although the civilization of their ancestors was lost in the distant years, fear and instinct still made them useful. The trolls put the fish they caught on wooden skewers and roasted them until golden brown, sprinkled them with salt, and thoughtfully
Add a few drops of lemon juice from somewhere.
Elder Gilapakasa brought some of his fellow tribesmen to present the food without daring to breathe, and asked the conquerors to taste it with a look of fear, and was always ready to ask for forgiveness for his incompetence.
Sonia used a basic magic spell to complete the poison test and confirmed that the food was safe and edible. Griffith first tore off a bit and handed it to the elder on the side, watching him eat it obediently before taking a bite. Under the browned fish skin
It was the tender fish meat, the piping hot gravy and the long-lost sense of fullness that made him want to stop.
"good."
Seeing that he was okay, everyone stretched out their hands to grab the grilled fish. Since losing their employees and supplies, the expedition team ate up the few cookies and chocolates around them and have been hungry until now.
While eating, Griffith asked the troll elder: "Where did you get your wood, salt and lemons?"
"There is a spring producing salt nearby, and small trees and some fruits can be found under the cracks in the rocks."
It seems that this underground city does have a large crack leading to the ground, and light will shine in part of the time. Griffith then asked: "Is there a road that can lead to the crack or leave here?"
"The powerful warriors of the gods have the widest gap near a towering cliff, where more food is produced, but the monsters that come from the water often devour our people. Only this temple of Domon has waited for the divine power.
It’s a shelter so monsters don’t dare to come in.”
When Griffith was about to ask the trolls about their beliefs, some young female trolls held a stone plate and humbly presented some blue and white paste, which actually smelled fragrant. He tasted it
After tasting it, I found that it tasted very sweet, and it should be stems of plants such as cassava and purple sweet potato.
According to the elders, these are grown by clans in limited land, pounded into paste and cooked, and even noble wise men and warriors can rarely eat them.
The last dish was a stone cauldron filled with slowly golden objects. Different from the small amount of grilled fish and paste, there were a lot of these things. Even the trolls present got some. It should be their staple food.
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Galadia, who had just eaten grilled fish and glutinous rice and had a huge appetite, came over curiously to see what was delicious. Suddenly she covered her mouth and turned her head away, frowning in disgust.
Cockroaches, maggots, ants and spiders are common on land. Different insects can even distinguish between fire conditions. If you don't look at the unappetizing head and mouthparts, the image is not bad.
"It's delicious, just like a small egg roll!" Griffith grabbed a chubby maggot and handed it to Miss Elf, "Take a bite and see!"
"I'll break up with you!"
Griffith felt sorry for his unlucky companion, then turned and handed it to Sonia: "Would you like to try it?"
The daughter of the Larmore family hesitated for a moment, lifted up the ends of her hanging hair, came closer, and took a gentle bite.
"How about it!?"
"Well, how should I put it? It's so sticky inside that it's hard to put into words."
The elder Gilapakasa of the Belomon remnant and some noble tribesmen sat aside, grabbing a lot of insects and squeaking them in their hands. They tasted delicious. As for the grilled fish and sweet potato paste, it was even better.
The elders also had no food to share.
Rana asked the chief: "How many warriors do you have?"
"The Belomon clan has three hundred warriors. They are as strong as crocodiles and as cunning as jackals," the clan leader replied. "A dozen of them have been favored by the gods and received the gift of strength."
It can still be of some use. Griffith said: "Tell us about your clan."
Elder Jilapakasa exchanged glances with the two elders beside him, and then began to talk about their ancient ancestors.
In distant ancient times, Bellomon was once a glorious empire. Their territory extended from the endless swamps to the ice fields of the far north. Their warriors were active in the jungles and mountaintops.
This glorious empire attracted the attention of the gods. A wise ancestor accidentally heard his voice and managed to get Domon, the god of shadows, to descend in front of his people.
After enough living sacrifices were offered, the gods were satisfied with their piety and gave them a sacred stone tablet. The trolls could use it to gain valuable knowledge and powerful power.
Then, He left.
The tribesmen who have received the gift of strength are called the Sons of Domon, and their blood and strength can be passed down. Under the leadership of the Sons of Domon, the Belomon clan captured the tentacle monsters underground and guarded them with the strongest warriors and traps.
These monsters are twisted, strong and flexible, with complex body structures that can simulate various forms and organs, and are extremely tough. Like tame worker ants and worker bees, they cut and carry boulders from cliffs, building structures for the empire according to Domon's oracle.
Temples and cities underground. The remnants fed them with blood and flesh.
Although the warriors of the Bellomon trolls never let up, the tentacle monsters still found some way to corrupt the warriors.
The powerful and loyal sons of Domon suddenly became crazy and began to attack their tribesmen. The tentacle monsters took the opportunity to break free from their restraints, emerge from the sewers and shadows, devour the tribesmen crazily and multiply rapidly.
The ancestors of the Bellomont remnants gathered their last strength, retreated to the Altar Heights, and stood firm there. The remnants soon discovered that the tentacle monsters that lacked food began to fight among themselves. They killed and devoured the weak, and their numbers began to decrease rapidly.
Gradually, the tentacle monster disappeared into the darkness. A very few Sons of Domon are still lurking in the darkness. It is said that as long as they are given enough sacrifices, these former warriors will serve the clan again.
"Our people can only hide in this temple now, relying on the breath of the gods to drive away the dangers in the darkness, and relying on the river to survive. Only when the light in the gap is the brightest, can we carefully leave the temple to look for prey and prey.
Fruit." Elder Jilapakasa said sadly.
"What did Domon and the Son of Domon look like?" Sonya asked. "Do you still have their remains? Or are there any murals or sculptures?"
"We don't know," the elder said, "Our people have spent countless years hiding here. Many precious inheritances have been lost. We know there is a world above the rock, but we are unable to go there.
"
"So, do you know how to leave here and go to the rocks?" Sonia asked immediately. These trolls once lived in the swamp, and they should have mastered some methods of getting around.
The elder nodded and used insect juice to draw a map on the ground:
"Warrior of the Ability God, the road to the rock is dangerous and hidden. You need the help of the sacred stone slab to find it. The stone slab is divided into two parts. One part was stolen a long time ago, and the thief hid it on the platform next to the reservoir.
, dangerous creatures roam there;
"The other part was originally kept by us...but it was just stolen."
"What was stolen? Didn't you say that this temple can stop monsters from invading?"
The elder said in embarrassment: "Yes, the temple can protect us. However, the thief is very special and cannot be blocked by the breath of God. He is hiding at the corner of the stairs entering the temple. I originally wanted to summon the most powerful tribesmen
Retrieve the stone slab, and then meet the warriors of the gods."
A smile appeared on Griffith's lips. He stood up and said to the solemn troll elder: "I understand. Lead the way and let us get to know the thief."
…
In a dark, deep corner of an underground cave, everyone discovered a human being who was immersed in grief, extreme confusion and suffering. He was hiding in the smelly cave in embarrassment, covered in dirt, and suddenly appeared.
His fellow tribesmen were startled.
"Professor Gnourisson Bell?" It took Sonia a long time to recognize that this was the archaeologist who often appeared in her living room.
The scholar's face was extremely haggard, and his hands were sweating and shaking violently. When he recognized the face of the countess, he cheered with joy.
"Miss Sonia, by the gods, I am not dreaming! You are as beautiful as Miss Elena!"
The experience of these days must have made the professor suffer. He staggered and stammered to say hello to the countess, not forgetting to tidy up his long-lost bow tie.
Sonia wanted to go over and help him, but Griffith held her shoulders and said to the archaeologist: "Professor, are you the only one here?"
"A person, yes, now alone," the professor took two steps and fell to the ground, saying in a vague voice, "Wenna was with me yesterday. She is a lovely girl, very serious,
Just like my own daughter. She was still with me until yesterday, and we were the last survivors. You see, this is her portrait. Next to her are Kubu and Pilion, both enthusiastic and good young men.
"Those trolls killed Kubu and the others and cut the flesh from their corpses! Then they captured Wenna when I wasn't paying attention! Oh, my God, I could have used magic to protect her...
"We want revenge! We will make these barbaric races pay the price!"
The professor's eyes were red and he continued excitedly: "There are also those monsters in the dark. They are very dangerous. They come and go without a trace. No one can see their appearance clearly. But I have devised a tactic in the past few days that can let them and
Trolls kill each other. Wen Na helped me come up with the idea together, woo woo woo, we could have avenged everyone."
When he said this, he was in high spirits at first, but suddenly his voice dropped, and then he started to cry loudly. In the blink of an eye, he stopped crying and looked around cautiously, as if there was a sneaky eavesdropper hidden in the darkness.
"Have you had dinner? You can't do it without eating. I still have some food, although it's not much, but please don't be polite. The beautiful countess has been entertaining me politely. Oh, how gentle, wise and beautiful she is
, A beautiful and intellectual lady like her should be happy with a scholar. The count is a soldier and does not understand the joys of occultism and archeology at all."
This embarrassing topic made Sonia's expression become unhappy.
"Oh, let's take a look at this first. These are the bones of the monster in the dark that I found. This is an important clue." Professor Bell tremblingly opened a small bag and showed a few bones to everyone.
Sonia looked at it and said, "Aren't these the toe bones of a lizard?"
"No, it's the monster's bones. You look at the dangerous and evil sharp angles..."
Sonia looked at the professor inexplicably, and couldn't help but turn to Griffith and said: "I'm pretty sure those are the bones of a lizard, or a similar amphibious reptile. They are the ones I picked up on the road."
Griffith nodded and blocked her behind him: "Professor Bell, can you give us something to eat?"
"Of course," the professor groped carefully in the package and took out two dark meat strips.
"What is this?" Griffith asked calmly.
"Meat, giant spider, no, it should be the meat of a swamp monitor lizard." The professor put a piece of meat into his mouth and chewed it. "After we finished eating our food, we grabbed some to eat. Although the taste was a bit strange, it was delicious.
Once you get used to it, it's pretty good."
"Where were these swamp monitors caught?" Griffith asked again.
"In, in..." the professor rubbed his head, trying to remember, "in the swamp."
"There are no swamps underground, Professor."
"Oh, that seems to be the case."
Griffith looked at the archaeologist who was chewing thoughtfully, raised the rough troll black stone ax, and asked again: