The team didn't waste too much time on that piece of armor. Every step they took meant a longer return journey, and so far there was no sign of an end to this weird road.
It just keeps getting weirder and weirder, filled with all sorts of stuff whose origins and meanings are hard to explain.
Kraft played with the newly obtained sample, shining it close with firelight from time to time, observing the creature's reaction, "This reminds me of the seaside in my hometown."
"How do you say that?" Green looked at this guy who suddenly began to express his homesickness in surprise. He was not sure whether there was something wrong with his mental state suddenly, or there was something wrong with his hometown.
"The periodic rise of sea water is especially obvious in lowlands, which will bring things in the sea to distances that are usually inaccessible; and when the tide recedes, you will only see various traces left behind, such as sand holes and shallow ditches.
A small creature that cannot return to the ocean on its own."
"It's a paradise for children. You can find a lot of interesting gadgets, including shrimps, hermit crabs, snails, razor clams - of course you have to work hard and have special skills."
The thick glass bottle flexibly rotated in his hand. With the bottom of the bottle facing up, he could see the soft tissue wrapping around the stone and grabbing the smooth inner wall with a suction cup-like structure. I hope this didn't remind the professor of his time on the beach.
A childhood spent catching shellfish.
"They stay on the tidal flat from morning to night, chasing waves, celebrating every new discovery they find, and immersing themselves in the harvest that...sometimes they don't notice changes in water levels."
"From a certain point on, the water flow started to rise and then stopped falling. The sand became wet and scratchy, and everything within a few dozen feet was covered in turbidity. The bagful of harvests slowed down the pace. As long as one didn't look big,
The waves..."
"They just disappear from sight. With good luck or bad luck, these faces will appear in the mud together with the shellfish the next time the tide goes out." Kraft stuffed the round bottle into a box filled with hay and pieces of cloth.
He crossed Green and walked to the front of the team, "Maybe this is the source of many rumors about water ghosts."
"There is a saying among fishermen, always remember to accept when you get good. The more you get, the deeper your connection with the sea will be, and you will be dragged in."
When he realized what these words meant, Green had an indescribable feeling.
The sentences moistened by the moisture of the waterway have an unusual appeal, entering the ear canal with the smell of salt and cold air, pulling the listener to a seaside that they have never been to. The sieve-shaped remains are wrapped on the brick and tidal flats.
, the soft-bodied creatures they harvested during their lifetime went in and out.
The unusual appeal goes beyond the scope of simple language, as the word itself becomes the thing it refers to.
The priest shuddered when he saw the monk following him, and subconsciously moved away from the sieve holes. It seemed that the environment in his eyes had changed in just a moment.
But the expounder himself did not realize this. He walked at the front of the group and kept some distance away.
As a habit, Green took out a small iron bottle and shook it by his ear, listening to the clear scratching sound. Although he didn't know whether it was useful or not, the sound almost became a kind of psychological comfort.
Everything is normal for now.
This episode did not serve as a prelude to the appearance of anything sneaky, and the team was slightly surprised to find that the annoying sieve shapes were gradually reducing in size.
On the contrary, the pieces of geometric lines become more and more complete, getting closer and closer to a certain form, and can even fill in the gaps in imagination according to the rules and outline possible appearances.
But it can still only be seen that it is a strange object composed of countless large and small hexagons. The sculptor tried his best to expand it and try to make it larger and more substantial.
At the same time, there are more sharp and slender cut marks. They cannot be made with weapons or any kind of professional carving tools. The cut surfaces are too smooth and flat, and they go deep into the stone wall.
It was like wildly waving a slender, extremely sharp sword blade, smoothly splitting the rocks, almost like the scaled-down look of the huge ravines in the hall.
Those who have gone through a long journey and are able to return to the door have somehow brought a replica of that power back from the underground.
Further forward, flame-shaped black spots covered a section of the wall, which were the remnants of violent combustion.
Compared to other traces that are decades old, what happened here is as new as a baby, and you can rub the greasy gray-black coating off the wall with your fingertips.
Recently, within the last two years at most, someone has used a lot of grease here, trying to clean something out with high heat.
Thanks to them successfully opening the passage, otherwise there should be a lot of excitement along the way.
Green signaled everyone to stop repairing, extinguish the torches on the spot, and replace them with lanterns with hinges that can adjust the brightness.
The team began to prepare in an orderly manner. They seemed to have enough experience, and everyone had no doubts about what they were doing. They quietly adjusted the positions of their belongings, checked the armor straps, and cocked the only winch crossbow.
This formation is reminiscent of the first encounter in the tomb passage. If he had encountered such a well-prepared team head-on, Kraft would have chosen to raise his hands directly.
Of course, unless he was crazy, Green at that time would not have been able to mobilize a professional team to deal with a poor university professor.
Yvonne cast a questioning look at him, and Kraft shook his head slightly and just watched. To believe in the teamwork of professionals, the Tribunal did not leave room for outsiders during its usual drills.
Green once again took back the position at the head of the team. A monk held a shield to protect his side and block the light. The crossbowmen followed closely behind, maintaining a vigilant formation and pressing forward.
A battered stone door appeared in front of you.
The diagonal and staggered cutting lines divide its surface into countless parts, and large sponge-like loose pores penetrate layer by layer, almost hollowing out the entire layer.
Many people have successfully arrived here. But perhaps bringing things back is not enough. They were still rejected and did not escape the fate of being misplaced and drowned in the rocks.
But now, this solid wall, which is nearly two palms thick, has opened a gap for people to walk straight through.
Green turned off the lantern and approached with the weak light coming from far behind him. When Craft thought he was about to enter, he stopped abruptly and pointed at knee height.
With Kraft's eyesight, it took careful observation to see that there was a very thin white line blocking the pointed position, with something unknown tied to both ends behind the door.
The team carefully crossed over and found several bells in the part blocked by the door.
A thick smell of grease was brought into the nose by the flowing air, indicating the consequences of triggering this early warning system - barrels of fuel will flow down with the water, turning any creature that tries to enter without permission into something that can be washed away.
ash.
But now, they quietly avoided the death trap and went deep into the hinterland.