bookrandom Chapter 137 Ancient Technology Level
Chapter 137 Ancient Technology Level
Four spirits the size of frost giants appeared in mid-air.
These were translucent spirits that were about the same height as Hega, about twenty feet tall. Each of them wore frost giant-style ice-shaped armor and held spears in their hands. Frey was so scared that she jumped like a rabbit and hid behind Lian.
A certain undead lady is most afraid of undead spirits.
After receiving instructions from Soi, these huge phantoms scattered and began to search the hall.
Sure enough, after a certain spirit sank into the ground and touched a certain mechanism, the originally flat and smooth ground began to collapse in the middle, revealing a slightly dim downward corridor.
"Phew...done."
The frost giant Soi wiped the fine beads of sweat from his forehead. This was not cold sweat, but the temperature above freezing underground made the frost giant feel a little hot.
Seeing the corridor that had already appeared, Lin Liya took out the short bow from behind and walked down first.
"Unexpected big girl!"
Broken Tooth was never stingy with compliments. He picked up his new axe and followed the elf ranger in two or three steps.
The frost giant girl was so happy to be praised that she couldn't help but smile.
When it was Ivan's turn to pass by, he lowered his head in fear again.
"Good job, keep up."
Seeing that Alvin was not speaking to her in that fierce tone, the four-and-a-half-meter-tall girl jumped and ran.
"Put on your backpack... er no, put on that piece of rare steel!"
Startled by the earthquake-like jumping sound behind him, Ivan quickly got into the corridor.
It's rare for a baby this big to be so unstable...
……
"Your Highness Rillifane! Your Highness Rillifane!"
The orc girl Luna ran breathlessly to the living area of the frost giants and found the old skeleton basking in the sun on the city wall.
Without paying any attention to Alduin standing next to her, Luna just took a breath and approached the white-robed skeleton, starting to speak like pouring beans.
"Your Highness Rillifane!
I haven't heard Ms. Morgan's voice in ages!
Do you know why?
Did I do something wrong? Ms. Morgan has withdrawn her favor from me..."
After being stunned for a while by the hasty words, the old skeleton tilted his head and responded to Luna:
"Your Morgan...
Well, the little guy has been a little busy recently, and he will be back to normal in a few days..."
"Then do you know what Ms. Morgan is doing?"
"Girls, hanging out and chatting or something like that...
As a mortal, you shouldn't meddle in the affairs of the star realm.
Here, Senna and the others are setting up an ecological farm downstairs. Aren’t you going to help Morgan practice the druid’s path? Go and have some fun…”
It was not until the orc girl left reluctantly that the old skeleton took his hand away from touching his nose, feeling relieved.
"Rillifane, you deceived the little girl in the same way you did ten thousand years ago."
"Hey! Old man, you talk like you've seen it all before!"
"Oh? Isn't it?
Why do I remember Mielikki back then…"
With a bang, the old skeleton's clean and smooth skeleton palm covered Alduin's mouth, forcing the frost giant boss to swallow the next words back into his stomach.
"Hush! Are you crazy?
Mielikki might be watching you in the astral realm right now!"
With his mouth covered, Alduin laughed dryly twice and his eyes narrowed into slits.
It seems that you also have inaccurate perceptions sometimes, old friend...
The Frost Giant leader was secretly speculating in his heart.
……
The Falling Star Fortress, according to Broken Tooth, was a satellite city during the Istar period.
At that time, the orcs were still in the barbaric era, living in the bitter and cold land in the north.
The highly developed wizard civilization built a series of magical cities and occupied large tracts of land in the main material world.
The present Northwest Wasteland is just a small part of it.
It is more like a military fortress than a satellite city.
Alvin and his team had already seen a large number of unassembled construct parts and mountains of spellcasting materials in the room with half-open doors on both sides.
However, due to their age, some of the warehouses where the bird claws were stored have lost their ability to preserve freshness, leaving a thick layer of ash on the ground.
Since the mechanisms of this fortress needed soul magic to open, the wandering orcs only reached the hall above at most. Looking at the clean ground before, they probably retreated under the threat of the constructs.
Therefore, the marks on the ground in front of him were very obvious - the ground was full of large footprints that were unique to orcs.
"It is definitely the footprints of an orc. He is about eight feet tall. His left leg should have an old injury, and his stride is smaller than that of his right leg..."
The elf ranger, who was good at tracking, squatted on the ground and quickly identified the footprints.
"That's the chieftain. His left leg was pierced by an arcane missile during the Orc War."
Broken Tooth looked around. There were various warehouses on both sides of the corridor. White and yellow lines extended along the walls, emitting a faint light.
"Then we just need to continue tracking and stay alert."
Xiling tightened the grip on the rare steel spear in her hand, reminding her teammates not to let down their guard.
Just as I was about to turn around to confirm the number of people, I saw Ivan sticking his head out from behind a warehouse door with a confused expression on his face.
"What kind of civilization could have created such an ingenious structure..."
He muttered to himself while touching the wall and the crack in the door.
"It fits perfectly! These sliding doors fit perfectly against the wall, with no extra gaps at all.
Oh my god, are you sure this is the remains of an ancient civilization? Isn't this technology brought from the future by some big shot?"
The short half-elf came close to his sister and whispered softly to Xiling:
"Sister, that perverted brother-in-law's focus is so weird... ah~ it hurts!
Stop pulling my ears! I won't call you a pervert anymore...
Ah~Ahh~
Sister, why are you pulling harder... wuwuwu..."
“Let’s go, Alvin boy, there are plenty of these things in the underground.
You can wait until you find the chieftain and tinker with it slowly."
Not long after walking, the team discovered that the footprints turned a corner at a warehouse.
Alvin, who was no longer a novice, held his breath, followed Broken Tooth, and walked in quietly.
The chieftain of the Wasteland Tribe was lying in the deepest part of the warehouse.
The tall figure became a little sluggish, with his limbs curled up, but there were no visible injuries on his body;
Apart from the dusty appearance, there was not a trace of blood.
Broken Tooth looked around and after making sure there was no danger, he rushed forward in a few steps and squatted in front of Tagon.
“Still breathing!
I need your healing spell, Alvin boy!"
After hesitating for about a breath, the idea of letting Tagon die suddenly came to Ivan's mind, but he immediately rejected it.
He stepped forward quickly, the light of healing magic appeared on his palm, and he patted Tagon's chest.