The Wizard World

"So where did these monsters come from?" Angelet asked the point. He could see that these two people should be responsible for this hotel. The reason why he explained so much to him was that besides testing his strength, he also meant to win over 546 to explore 3, otherwise he would spend so much energy in a hotel without them. Foreign people enter the body.

"It comes from the crack in time and space after the ancient wizard opened the gate of chaos." The bearded man explained casually. "Those guys either came out of the chaotic world, or from other worlds. Who knows, we just need to kill them. It is said that the garbage on the ground calls us the root of the world."

"Oh?" Angelet narrowed his eyes. "I've heard of this name. In the distant history, great wizards in ancient times found a very narrow stratum space deep underground. It is said that it was the place where the three most powerful witch kings in the world once lived. But now there are monsters from other worlds on the ground, ready to invade the whole world to snatch resources, don't you know?"

"Snatch? Oh, are you talking about sealers or looters? Don't worry about this kind of thing, anyway, they will have to evacuate back by themselves after a while, so don't care about it at all." The bearded man actually had an expression of indifference. "The most powerful force in our wizarding world is below the fifth floor of the ground. The surface and the surface are all inferior garbage, most of which are vulnerable. Although those powerful beings in other worlds are powerful, they don't stay long enough. At most Taking advantage of the time when the world is connected to snatch a little resource soul, the invasion also invaded the second underground layer, and then had to leave and return to its own territory. There is a guy who knows this best, "

Angelet also felt a little speechless at this time. I knew the background of the wizarding world would not be so simple. I didn't expect the real wizarding world to be below the fifth floor of the ground.

The bearded man looked at his face and knew that he had already calmed down the newcomer. Finally, a smug expression appeared on his face, and he continued: "The root of the world refers to the space in the heart of the tree that extends from the surface of the earth and runs through the entire world. There are four roots in total. Layers, each layer is at least as large as the Gem Sea on the surface, you know the Gem Sea? The endless sea to the west. I think that when I went to the Gem Sea, the strongest empire collapse happened at that time, and there was a lot of noise, which is not ordinary It's lively. I don't know what's going on now?"

"Can you be more specific, I don't know how big the sea of ​​gems is." Angelet smiled wryly. He figured it out, the red-bearded hotel owner in front of him was clearly a living historical library, and any secrets came to him as if they were Chinese cabbage.

"It's about the same size as the Realm of the Sky. Do you know the Realm of the Sky?" Femora couldn't stand it anymore, and reminded casually.

Angelet shook his head blankly. At this moment, he felt that he was a complete bumpkin compared to the two people in front of him.

"Oh...!" The red beard covered his forehead with a helpless expression. "Why don't you know anything!? Seeing that your strength is not bad, Ah? Femora, explain to him!"

Fermora nodded: "To put it simply, it is equivalent to twenty middle parts. Is it enough image?"

Angelet ""

Fermora ""

"What expression do you have!!" the bearded man lamented speechlessly. "It seems that you should be a guy born and raised on the surface. There are so many major events in ancient history, but there are only a few relics on the surface. Don't you think it's strange? Where did those historical relics go? Don't tell me Speaking of the gap between worlds, wouldn’t you be courting death if you don’t go to such a stable space in the main world?”

"Where are the relics of the wizard war? There are so many wizards from various inheritances in ancient times, all of whom claimed to be the number one in the world, ruled the world, and ruled the empire omnipotently. They are comparable to gods. Where did so many relics go?" The bearded man asked every sentence.

Only then did Angelet feel that something was wrong. Indeed, as the bearded man said, there are too few relics that can be found on the surface. "It's really not right"

"Understood?"

"Understood."

The bearded man breathed a sigh of relief; "That's good, I'm afraid you won't be able to accept it. Then what are your plans now?"

"By the way, where is the surface area where the tornado passed? Do you know?" Angelet put on honorifics in his words, and he was always humble in the face of people with more knowledge than himself.

The bearded man touched his chin: "It seems to be a more desolate place over there, very barren. I remember going there once before. There are very few wizards, and they are all ordinary people."

Angelet nodded clearly: "What about the inside of the abyssal tornado?"

Before the bearded man could speak, the lobster head approached and laughed and interjected: "I remember going there once before." He imitated the bearded man's tone, "This is the mantra of the bearded man. This guy doesn't care what you ask Everywhere, he always said this, this old man is nicknamed "Living Map."

The red beard rolled his eyes, and casually took out a green wine bottle and stuffed it directly into the lobster head's mouth to block it.

"The interior is full of monsters and cracks in time and space. Alright boy, I'm drool-worthy after talking so much. What are your plans? How about joining us at the Impassable Hotel? How about a Lajin beast every ten years?"

"Forget it, my house hasn't been settled yet." Angelet stood up from the stool, smiled, turned around and walked towards the door.

Both the bearded man and Fermora showed a trace of regret on their faces. "It's a pity, this kid seems to be scared and ready to go back." The red beard whispered.

Fermora shrugged and didn't reply.

When Angelet walked to the stone gate, he suddenly turned around and looked at the counter with a smile, "Big beard!"

"Huh?" The red beard looked at him suspiciously.

"Actually, I also want to join your hotel, but it may take a long time." Angelet said with a smile.

The bearded man froze for a moment, and then laughed: "No problem. No matter how long it takes, I will welcome you grandly!"

"That's a thousand years." As soon as the voice fell, the entire hotel suddenly fell silent.

The wine glass in the bearded man's hand hangs in the air. Fermora hooked the strings of the harp and forgot to let it go. Lobster raised his neck to drink, and the wine overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

All creatures were stunned. Candlesticks flickered in the hall. No one spoke, even breathing as lightly as possible. All the eyes of the creatures were focused on that Ruying at the door.

There seemed to be a sense of solemnity and tension in the air.

Angelet smiled.

"A thousand years later, I will come to you again, don't forget." He pushed the door and walked out of the hall, his figure suddenly turned into a dark red flame and disappeared outside the door.

The bearded man finally came to his senses, and put down his glass heavily with a blushing face.

"No problem!! After a thousand years, I will wait for you!!" He roared, his voice constantly echoing in the hall.

There was a complex look on Fermora's face, three points of astonishment, five points of shock, and the rest were full of embarrassment. "It's a pity that the strong man who can live for a thousand years will not see that day."

"It's a fluffy agreement in units of thousands of years. That guy can live for at least tens of thousands of years." The red beard's eyes narrowed into a smile. "If it really exists at this level, what does it matter if he waits for a thousand years?"

"Big Beard, do you believe what he said is true?" A shapeless monster with a head on its chest approached and asked.

"I only trust my eyes." The red beard replied, pointing to his own eyes.

********************* Coming out of the Hopeless Hotel, standing in the gray and black wind and sand, Angelet took a deep breath and looked at the dark red film around him The gray space outside. The Hopeless Hotel below has completely disappeared.

"I didn't expect to meet so many powerful creatures in such a place. Maybe a thousand years later, I will come here again to see what the core of the world looks like."

He didn't just answer Redbeard's invitation casually, but really had this plan, if it really still exists here after a thousand years.

Flying up against the wind and sand, gray and black wind and sand are all around, and the whistling wind is all around my ears, so I can't tell whether I really moved.

Angelet flew up for a while, feeling that he was already far away from the Hopeless Hotel, and then slowly stopped in the air.

"If you look at the wind force you feel, my trajectory should always be around the edge of the storm, flying along the same track as the wind force," he closed his eyes, and there was a glare of blue light under his eyelids.

After a while, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked to the right. "That's the direction! Going straight ahead should be where you pass the edge of the storm."

A pale blue virtual image of a huge storm tornado gradually appeared in front of his eyes.

‘The abyss storm model has been established, the overall integrity is 81%, and the detail integrity is 2%. ’ The beep of the chip rang in my ear.

"81%? That's enough." The blue light in Angelet's eyes slowly faded. "Even I can't sense the Extinction Hotel at this distance, so it should be fine."

He stretched out his hand, facing the judged exit direction. Strains of thick black smoke crazily gushed out of his mouth and nose, surrounded him, and completely submerged him in a short while.

The black smoke is getting bigger and bigger, spreading in all directions. After a while, it expanded to a range of several kilometers. Form a giant scorpion shape.

The black smoke scorpion silently stretched out a scorpion claw. Lightly stab in one direction.

A thick black smoke spurted out crazily, forming a black smoke column and shooting straight into the wind and sand. Whiteness continuously rolled into the face in the smoke, and there were bursts of loud screams and praises faintly.

"In the name of fear!!" "In the name of fear!!" "Fear is the root of everything!!" "Follow the will of the king of fear!!!"

One after another, different spiritual thoughts permeated the black smoke, gushing out madly to tear apart the gray and black wind and sand, extending to an endless distance, and I don't know how far they shot.

The column of black smoke tumbling, quickly calmed down and slowly collapsed.

The dense black smoke gradually disappeared and faded, leaving a cylindrical gray-black straight channel.

The huge black smoke scorpion nodded in satisfaction, quickly shrunk in size, and re-formed into shape, the black smoke dispersed, and Angelet walked out from inside.

"This channel can last for three days, it's time to go back." He sensed the secret imprint on his left hand. The range he could sense was very small, and he could only sense the general direction, and he couldn't make a call. The endless wind and sand disturbed the normal communication.

Sensing the direction to go back, Angelet turned around, suddenly turned into a dark red flame and shot out, and quickly disappeared in the wind and sand.