Chapter 82: The portal leading to nowhere (second update)
After collecting the materials, everyone began to study the next step.
Geralt scanned the room with his witcher senses and said to Lan: "My witcher senses tell me there is something wrong with this altar, but I don't know what the problem is. Maybe this is not the way to the laboratory, Do we want to take a look?"
Lann had been patiently waiting for the two of them to squeeze out the remaining value of the gargoyle. Then he pointed at the altar and said, "Look at the shape of the altar, does it look like the foot of this gargoyle? "
Geralt was stunned. This was a direction he had never thought of before. After all, the gargoyle's feet were not a magical material, and he had never thought that they could have any effect.
Who in their right mind would use the legs of a gargoyle as a mechanism?
He squatted down and tried to break off the gargoyle's feet. The gargoyle's feet, which had lost their magical connection, were easily removed.
Sure enough, there is an agency!
Geralt looked at Lan with a complicated expression and suddenly said: "I suddenly have a feeling that you are very familiar with this ruins. You prepared bombs in advance before setting off, and specially asked me to make moon dust and magic-blocking gold. Bombs, the soldiers are instructed to be familiar with a variety of weapons; after entering this ruins, they know the mechanisms of some key places very well.
But it seems that it is your first time to come to this place, and a sense of strangeness and familiarity appear on you at the same time. This makes me feel It’s very awkward.”
Should I sigh that I am worthy of being a white wolf? What a keen insight.
Lann shrugged. It can't be said that he visited this place in his previous life.
"I have my own information channels, and it seems that the quality of the information I received is very high. And wouldn't it be nice to explore the ruins more easily?" It would be nice to
explore the ruins more easily. Geralt nodded and did not ask any further questions. He turned around and placed the gargoyle's feet on the altar.
There was a sound of mechanical springs and friction of stones that I had heard many times today. The altar slowly lowered, and then a strong wind began to blow in the room.
Everyone looked around and saw nearly ten portals suddenly appearing in front, back, left, and right, including the second floor of the hall.
Different from the golden-framed portals that the druid temporarily opened before, these portals emit a faint blue light, and the center is also dark.
If you only observe from this side, it is impossible to perceive the situation on the other side of the portal.
Geralt looked embarrassed. He was dizzy. Just looking at these portals, he seemed to feel dizzy in his mind:
"Lan, does your information channel explain this situation?"
The Druid asked. There is no bad feeling about these portals. Instead, he is full of amazement: "How much magic power is needed to maintain these. Professor Thomas Moreu is worthy of his reputation!"
Lann is also familiar with this scene. After all, this is what makes him The decryption level was awkward for a long time. Unfortunately, he could not fully remember the complexity of this level. He only kept a rough idea of how to pass it: "The portal on the first floor is connected to the second floor,
and only one of the portals on the second floor can connect to us. The destination is Professor Moru's laboratory. Other portals will teleport people back to the first floor."
Listening to Lann's story, the demon hunter's brows furrowed. How many times does this take you through the portal?
"But there are many of us, so just try to go there one by one - Geralt can rest for a while and it will be fine - everyone will choose different portals to go in. Whoever gets to the laboratory first will come back immediately and take the others in, do you understand? ?"
"Yes!"
Everyone quickly dispersed, each selected a portal and entered one after another.
Lan took a deep breath, looked at the deep darkness emitting blue light in front of him, closed his eyes and ran into it.
After a brief feeling of dizziness, Lan opened his eyes.
As far as the eye could see, there was a brightly lit room.
He was surprised because what he saw was completely different from what he had imagined.
The room was large, and there was a broken wooden table near Lann, with some experimental equipment that Lann couldn't understand. There is a human statue that looks like a wizard standing against the wall, and there are several fragments of the statue on the ground. It seems that their owners don't care about them.
There is an upward staircase on each side of the room, and looking forward there is another downward staircase. It is obvious that this room has more than one floor.
This is... Thomas Moreu's laboratory. How easy was it to get in?
Lann was surprised. Theoretically speaking, shouldn't there be a portal on the second floor connecting here? Why did he get here directly?
Next, Lann was even more surprised because he vaguely seemed to hear the roar of the black wind.
.........
Toussaint, the capital Beauclair, night.
The lonely moon hangs high in the sky, and the evening wind is biting. From time to time, one or two crows flew through the air, making their croaking annoying.
Tombstones stand tall in the cemetery, with weeds growing scattered around them that cannot be removed no matter how much they are taken care of. The bouquets of flowers brought by family members during the day have long been crushed into petals, and the tributes have long been destroyed by small beasts and birds. The birds share the food.
There is a big tree in the center of the cemetery. I don’t know if it is due to the geographical location, but it looks particularly strong and tangled.
House and Ace were resting against a tree. They had just inspected most of the tombstones in the cemetery and came here to take a break. The four soldiers dispersed to identify the names on the remaining tombstones one by one.
Dickon Paul, Quinn Masson, Edson Jaafari...but the only one who did not have the target of this mission - Thomas Moreu.
Ace muttered: "Tell me, is it possible that... the Earl is wrong?"
House rolled his eyes and replied: "I think you are wrong for having this idea. There are still some things that have not been checked here. Let's get up and continue after a while. Right."
Ace pointed to the soldiers busy under the moonlight: "Aren't there still them?"
House stood up and said: "I don't trust them. Only if I see it with my own eyes can I be sure that nothing is missing.
" Unable to resist his best friend's stubbornness, he curled his lips and followed.
After working for another half an hour, the moonlight became brighter and brighter as time went by, but their hearts gradually sank.
All the tombstones have been inspected.
"This is the city cemetery. If there isn't one here, it might be in the mass graves outside the city." Ace sighed, "Isn't that Thomas Moreu a warlock? A figure as noble as Consultant Mossack. , can you just find a place to bury yourself?"
House shook his head: "I can't say for sure. Didn't the druids say they don't even have graves? They just 'return to nature'. There are a few warlocks with weird tempers. It's normal."
"It's weird that you wouldn't ruin your own body like this, right?" Ace was indignant. "If you go to check the mass graves, it won't take a day or two."
(End of this chapter)