Wardle looked a little lost.

Wardel knows better than anyone the power of time. Although, as a transcendent being, Warder's memory is extremely strong, even if it was the last sunset on the Yuantan Continent ten thousand years ago, he remembered the details of the changes in the clouds.

What I remember is only the picture, the original deep feelings, but have long been washed away by the long river of time.

He is still like this, not to mention, ordinary mortals.

"If they forget, they can remember it again. At this time, Angel said softly.

"Forget it, at that time, he built this statue in the hope that the remnants of Hangu could use themselves as their spiritual pillars to survive the long darkness, the era has passed, and it doesn't matter if I remember it now. Wardle sighed, "Let's go, the passage is in front of the statue." ”

Wardle stepped forward and came to the bottom of the statue.

I saw that he stretched out the scepter in his hand and lightly touched the dusty floor, and it turned into a white door spread on the ground.

The door is opened, and a passage to the basement appears.

Wardle stepped into the passage first, and Ingres took a deep look at the statue of the church of prayer and followed.

"From the grave of bones deep in the dark place, you can also go to the basement, but there are many undead who are obsessed and unwilling to leave, and it will be dangerous to go there. Wardel babbled about the situation in the basement.

When you reach the end of the spiral staircase, you will find a huge basement.

However, when Angel and the others came to the basement, there was doubt in their eyes.

Because the basement was shrouded in a thick gray fog, it was impossible to see the inside clearly.

Just as they were curiously looking inside, a rumbling sound came from inside, accompanied by the sound of whirring wind. The gray mist began to surge, from light to thick, and wisps of gray mist like silk threads were blown by the wind to the basement door.

The first thing everyone noticed was a fishy stench, which seemed to come from the wind. Immediately afterward, there was a breath that made everyone's hearts palpitate.

The breath is reminiscent of the melody of darkness and death.

And this breath is brought by these wisps of gray mist.

At this moment, Wardle took out the scepter in his hand and turned it slightly in the direction of the basement, and a hurricane of fear, like a shock wave, smashed straight into the basement.

Under the impact of the hurricane, the gray fog in the room was instantly separated, revealing the situation inside.

Because the energy of the hurricane was too strong, Ingres subconsciously turned his head to the side, and only after hearing the sound of the wind weakening, did he look back at the basement.

At this glance, Angel was stunned.

The basement is very large, and the internal space is comparable to the Ocean Theatre in Watford, but in such a colossal space, there is a huge figure, and this space is full.

It was a huge black Cerberus lying on the ground!

Every hair of it is emitting black flames, and the flames even scorch the space and twist and deform, a single area is already terrifying, and if you look at it as a whole, it is even more terrifying!

Cerberus's head lay on the ground, eyes closed, and a rumbling sound in both nostrils, all the while the gray mist was bubbling incessantly.

"This guy is Garm. Known as the surrogate of death, Cerberus is a Cerberus with dark and spatial attributes. Wardle said.

Wardel looked back and saw that Grell was still standing beside him, and that both Grewood and Bopota had taken a few steps backwards. Even Angel, seemingly calm, his lips trembled.

It's really this hellhound that's too terrifying, not only in size, but also in that terrifying breath alone, which makes them feel terrified.

"Don't be afraid, Garm is still asleep, even if it wakes up, as long as there is a black feather of Kulangdo, Garm will not attack you. ”

Wardel's words made Angel unconsciously clench the black feather in his hand.

It took a while for Grewood to pick up his courage and ask, "Wo...... Your Highness Warder, where is the passage you are talking about?"

"The passage is just below the sleeping part of Garm, a natural spatial pattern that connects this continent to the surface of the abyss outside. Because of the spatial attributes, Garm is not far from the burial pit of dead bones, so he chose to recuperate here. ”

Angel looked at the basement floor, and sure enough, there was a strange pattern, but more than 80% of the lines were obscured by Garm, which was enough to see how large it was.

"Well, when will it wake up?" Griwu clutched his heart, and every time Garm snored, it was accompanied by a rumbling thunder, and at the same time, a large amount of death was released, which made Gruwood very frightened, and his heart kept beating a drum.

"I'll wake up soon. After Wardel answered Grewood's words, he flew slowly into the basement.

Wardel's height is estimated to be more than 2.5 meters, but he still looks like a little bit compared to Garm. I saw Wardel standing in front of Garm, holding the scepter and gently touching the ground.

An invisible ripple-like wave of qi spread along with the position of the scepter on the ground.

As the wave of air passed over Garm, its closed eyes slowly opened...... A crack, the dark red light flashed, and the terrifying momentum swept again, and this time even Angel had to take a few steps back.

However, Garm only opened a slit, and then closed his eyes again.

Just when they thought that Garm was asleep again, a lazy voice suddenly came out: "Hey, dead old man, why don't you stay outside and wake me up?"

The sound did not come from the mouth of the garm, but from the top of the head of the garm.

A dark shadow fell from above Garm's head, swift and nimble in front of Wardle.

Only then did everyone see that the black shadow that spoke was a miniature hellhound. It looks like a miniature version of Garm, but there is no flames on his body, his black hair is naturally fluffy, and his scarlet eyes are like the finest pigeon's blood rubies.

"I'm going to send a couple of people to Molière. ”

The Miniature Cerberus turned its head to look at the door, its gaze slowly swept over everyone, and the backs of those who were seen by its gaze were faintly cold, and finally, its gaze was fixed on the black feather in Angel's hand.

"Kurando actually gave his feathers to a human. The Miniature Cerberus muttered under his breath and looked at Wardle, "Who are they?"

Wardel's mouth moved in a low voice, as if to explain to it.

Wardle said as the miniature Cerberus looked at Ingres suspiciously.

Angel couldn't hear what they were saying, but if it was just to explain the identity, it wouldn't take that long, and I guess there were other topics.

"Did you notice that, it seems to be saying - wake up. Bobota walked over to Ingres and whispered in the lingua franca of humanity.

Angel nodded, understanding what Bobota meant.

In fact, from this "wake-up", it can be seen that the rhetoric that Wardl said before that he would not leave until Garm woke up is actually false.

Wardel can "wake up" Garm, so that he can wake him from his slumber at any time.

Ingres was even more convinced that if he did not agree to Wardel's request, Wardle would let Garm sleep until he was old.

After a long time, Wardl finally ended the conversation, and the miniature Cerberus suddenly turned into a black shadow and arrived in front of Angel in an instant.

It stared at Ingres curiously, and after a few moments, Ingres only heard it mutter, "It looks weak...... How do you kill the true spirits......

The miniature Cerberus walked around Angel, and although he didn't show any momentum, Angel still felt a creepy feeling.

After a few moments, the miniature Cerberus spewed out a black fire without warning and flew towards Angell.

Angel was startled and was about to use the defensive technique, but before he could make a move, the black fire circled, burrowed into the black feather in his hand, and disappeared.

The Miniature Cerberus turned into a black shadow and turned and jumped back into Garm's head.

"Okay, he's leaving, he can leave at any time. If he wants to come back, he just has to go to Molière with the feathers of the bitter man, and I can feel it. After saying that, the miniature hellhound yawned and said to Wardle in a lazy tone, "I'm sleeping, don't come to quarrel with me in the future." ”

After speaking, the miniature hellhound disappeared, and Garm, who was lying on the ground, snored thunderously again.

Wardel came out of the basement at this time: "Garm has remembered your breath, you walk in with the black feather, and the spatial pattern of the underground will send you to Molière." Later, if you want to come in, you can also take out the black feather in Molière, and Garm will sense you. ”

Knowing that they could leave, Grewood and Bobota both had joy in their eyes.

Angel nodded to Wardle, "Thank you." ”

"It's me who should be thanked, if it weren't for Your Excellency the Savior, I guess I would have gone down to accompany my old friend now. Wardle chuckled.

Angel glanced at Wardl and said no more, but turned to Griwu and Bobota and nodded, and walked towards the basement first.

But just after taking a step, Wardle suddenly said: "I almost forgot, there is this." ”

As Wardle's words fell, a faint light spilled over everyone.

The light fell on them and disappeared directly.

"What is this?" Ingres looked at where the light had vanished, and didn't feel anything.

"The outside world has noticed a lot of eyes from the Yuantan Continent, and these can temporarily conceal the aura of the Yuantan Continent on your body. Wardle explained.

Ingres paused for a moment, but Warder's words reminded him: "The presence of our big horns in Molière like this should also cause suspicion, right?"

"Molière is very peculiar, and he hasn't noticed it yet. At this point, Wardle suddenly raised his head, as if looking into the distant void, and after a while, Wardel smiled: "However, Molière's land is quite lively now. ”