Crimson Servant

Chapter 19 Descending
  The Sun Team continued to the central area leading to the lower level. They walked into a straight and spacious passage, broken bottles and jars on the ground, open room doors on both sides, brand new scratches on the wall, blood stains from the dismantling of monsters, and their Finding nothing means one thing.

There are other adventurers who get there first.

This is what happens often. The scale of the dungeon is not small, but for a large number of adventurers, the exploration will always be completed. Even though the dungeon ecosystem has a complex and weird money-making mechanism, (this efficiency exceeds any known trading market, including otherworldly Merchant's Mysterious Shop), tireless adventurers also make dungeon exploration as cool as the four seasons.

Not every treasure chest is waiting for your lockpick. Good luck will not always favor one person.

This is not a big blow to the Suns team. Their goal is to go deeper in Optitdam, which actually saves time in going deep. The less visited areas are, the more opportunities there are and the more likely they are to achieve their goals. And discovering the path of adventurers also means another piece of good news: they are on the right path to the next level.

There were adventurers in front of them exploring the road, and the Sun Team couldn't help but move a little bolder and faster. The joy of just getting a goblin treasure made everyone feel more relaxed. John held several notes collected from the goblins and read them while walking with the help of a glowing magic stick. They were a few yellowed pages, most of which were left unconnected. The crooked handwriting described a short story about a certain adventurer. Several fragments of dry writing constructed a daily life around a campfire. Childish excitement, longing for family, and dreams of getting rich are the psychological activities of an adventurer.

In John's opinion, there is some ignorance and illusory beauty in the text, which is like a prerequisite for tragedy, because they have no time to write their final doom on paper, and we already know their fate. After reading one page, John dropped one. Appreciating the tragedies of the adventurers was not his purpose. He wanted to find some hidden information that was beneficial to the adventure from the messy notes. When he found what he needed, he would fold the page. Stuff the bladder.

This time, he only found a few strange legends of unknown origin, and could not judge the authenticity. John decided to take it first, just in case.

Ever since I got the magic shoes, the lightning has never stopped. The Spider Walking Boots changed after getting close to the arakkoa's paws, and became a bundle of cloth tied to the arch of the arakkoa's feet.

Lightning felt that he was a little lighter, so every few steps he took, he jumped up high, desperately fanning his more decorative wings to slowly descend, creating a lot of dust behind the team.

When John looked back at him, Lightning asked happily: "Look, John, did I jump higher?"

No, John thought to himself, you haven't hit the ceiling yet, "slightly improving your jumping ability" is really just "slightly".

"Ah, this feels like flying~" Lightning said intoxicatedly as he jumped in a space less than three meters high.

The arakkoa are the only winged subspecies that cannot fly. Their wing claws have evolved into small forelimbs attached to the sides, making them more dexterous and convenient. Their feathers have degenerated to only half the size of other winged people, because their unique pure black color has always been used by other people. Race as thieves and illegals.

Although it is not stated explicitly, the arakkoa's desire to fly is the same as that of other winged people, even more so because they have lost this ancestral ability.

"This is not flying, but you have the potential to fly, Lightning. The potential is hidden in your blood. Your ancestor crows can fly. Maybe you should force yourself and follow the tradition of birds. Lightning, find a place. Jump off a cliff more than ten meters away."

John just wanted this idiot to stop for a while.

"Oh, our ancestors tried it before, my grandfather's generation. They tried to let the clan's chicks use their survival instincts in crisis to awaken the ability to fly. They tried several chicks, and finally decided to abolish the tradition."

"Your grandfather must have been frightened." Jurgen felt the same way and sympathized with the life lost at a young age.

"Yes, he was the third chick selected at the time. Hearing the screams of falling in front of him, he was extremely frightened."

"You're not going to try again after trying two times?" Karl was a little surprised.

"His survival instinct did not allow him to learn to fly, but it enabled him to awaken the power of the sun. He became a sun priest. It is impossible for the arakkoa to let a sun priest jump off a cliff."    "He chose the right path." Carl agrees.

"But that also means that he let the next fledgling take over his misfortune." John began to attack the sun believers in the story.

"No, my grandfather used the power of the Sun Priest to abolish the tradition, and no chicks were harmed."

"Evil people always think that everyone is as selfish as them!" Carl glared at John fiercely.

"Because the next chick is my grandmother."

John smiled at the gnashing paladin.

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The Sun Team reached the central area of ​​the first floor. The terrain here is sloping and sunken toward the center. The forks and passages are even more complicated. John can see five passages at different locations at a glance and accurately identify these rock caves that are one person wide. Among them, two of the shallower ones are connected to each other. The friction of the air causes whining sounds of different pitches in different caves. The longer the road is, the deeper the sound in the cave.

There are entrances to the next level in those lengthy tunnels.

"It is simply not the path that people should take." The tall paladin Karl had to bend down in the passage and pay attention to the undulating curved surface above his head. "There is no logical design of redundant pipes and weird specifications. Think about what we tried. The last channel, is that a member channel exclusively for halflings?"

"Zenillo's Web." John explained to his companions without raising his head, focusing on the map that no longer worked.

"This is a special building designed by Asht drawing inspiration from the magic network structure. The seemingly chaotic pipe structure is conducive to absorbing the magic power trapped in the atmosphere. The Zenilo's Network, which has been used for a long time, can even attract elemental elves because of its extremely high magic content. There are also powerful monsters. You are right, Karl. The Net of Zenilo itself is not for people to escape. It is a set of magic collection devices. It is the chimney that connects the dungeon Optitedan with the magic power of the outside world. '."

Lightning and Karl showed a look of surprise.

"So we are actually climbing through the chimney to enter the ancient Ashite home. This does not sound glorious. I would rather visit the owner through the door."

"Believe me, if the Ashites are still alive, they would be more willing to turn outsiders like us into soot. As for the original door, I am afraid it is only open to the underground race now."

"I thought the first human mages in history would be closer to the humans living on the ground."

"It's not a matter of attitude. The chimney mouth is located higher than the door. If you spend a little time understanding the history of ancient Asht, you will find that Optitdan was once a floating city. Asht When people encounter disasters and perish, Optitdan will fall with them.”

"Descent from the floating city into an underground city."

(End of this chapter)