Annan did think about this possibility.

The elves dismantled the vault not because all the elves were enlightened and hated the use of spells to cut the world. Their civilization is indeed extremely prosperous, but that doesn't mean that their personal qualities are any higher.

They would choose to dismantle the Curse Vault, but the emperor of that generation was just far-sighted. He judged that if the spell could be used again, the Unified Great Enchantment might not be able to withstand the spell energy...... And very little of the mantra energy mined is used to make strong people and research technology, and most of it is used for various extravagant and meaningless purposes.

For the sake of future generations, he decided to ban the use of spell powers, which could result in a maximum "absolute death penalty" if those who were found to have come into contact with them.

Under the supervision of the emperor, it took more than a hundred years, even beating, kicking, coaxing and intimidation, and the elves reluctantly abandoned the custom of extracting spell energy. It took three hundred years for them to finally adapt to a new life without spells.

- Since the elves are reluctant to dismantle the Spell Vault.

It is entirely possible, then, that the elves of some place will risk the death penalty and secretly leave behind one or two small spell cellars.

Annan thought of this possibility when he came into contact with the Silverstone Curse Cellar through a child's nightmare.

Now it seems...... Sure enough.

"How do you open this door?"

The stray child tried to push the door, but found that the door was unresponsive.

He asked the others with great interest, "Why don't I take it...... Melted? This was different from the Silverstone Crypt, and I felt like it was just a normal rock that could be melted away. ”

When he was found by Annan, he said in advance - he might have to come over and melt a city wall, a gate or something. But after coming over, I didn't do anything except melt the ceiling when I jumped out of the sewer.

Along the way, he always felt a little itchy when he watched the two ghouls coming to Citalopram and the various meritorious deeds of the explosives engraved by the four dark carvings......

“…… Aren't you an elf class? ”

Instead, Zhuoya raised her hand and looked at the child with some hesitation: "Won't you open this kind of door?" ”

"The place where I learned the Heavenly Strike didn't let me enter the Spell Cellar."

The child spread his hands helplessly.

[Heavenly Strike] is the pre-requirement of the Wind Dancer. He was learning the copy of the Heavenly Strike at the time...... That is, when Miss Bofis was there, he also wanted to enter the Silverstone Spell Cellar to take a look, but the result was that he was kicked out mercilessly when he was just approaching the Spell Cellar and was still in the stage where the picture in front of him was split.

“…… We are all insatiable people......"

Annan whispered.

"What?"

Si asked subconsciously, but was slapped on the arm by citalopram and signaled him to silence.

The two winter hands focused their attention.

I saw Annan looking at the runes on the door, reading them word by word.

It's not just Elfish language...... It's the language of frost. Frost can be seen as an Elven dialect that communicates with dragons, and is written and grammar differently from ordinary Elven language...... It's probably similar to the gap between Cantonese and Mandarin.

Even elves don't necessarily understand Frost's language.

Annan, as a frost whisperer, can directly understand the words on this door:

He said slowly, "We are all people who dream of hope......

"We are all arrogant and depraved......

"We are all rebellious people. We are all sinful people. We are all heinous people. We are all people who cannot be redeemed for death.

"We are nameless caretakers—

"No one who is guilty shall pass through this gate."

The moment Annan finished reading, a strange hallucination appeared in front of his eyes.

He seemed to notice that the surrounding staircase was full of people. They were silently looking down at their group...... But the moment Annan came back to his senses, he realized that there was nothing here.

He couldn't have lost sight of the spirits—there was no one here.

But it doesn't feel like a delusion.

Annan glanced at Zoya and added, "That's all...... I think there's something behind the door.

"Don't melt it yet. Maybe it's an ancient seal, but it's better to be on the safe side. ”

As for this door......

Annan pondered, and reached out to push the door tentatively.

Strangely enough, the moment Annan touched the door, it was gently pushed open. As if there was nothing, he even shook Annan a little.

Zhuoya was also a little curious, so she came over and pushed it...... It is very difficult to find it to push, but it is also the feeling of an ordinary heavy object. There is absolutely no feeling of immobility when a child pushes it.

“…… You can stay here for now. Even though you can melt this door, it's still on the safe side. ”

Annan pondered for a moment and said to the stray child, "I think it may be the Curse Verification Gate. Those who have used the spell cannot enter or leave. ”

"Then I'll wait for you here."

He nodded and replied.

Zorgen looked at him and tried to push the door as well—he pushed it harder than Zoya, but barely pushed.

“…… It seems that I have been judged to be guilty of a great sin. ”

Zorgen thought for a moment and whispered, "Then I'll stay here with him too, it's too dark here." ”

"Remember to let us know if you have anything."

Annan's words were addressed to the child - a little weird here, but much stronger than the situation in the previous nightmare. At the very least, players can still contact each other, send private chats and voice messages.

They quickly walked through the door.

After entering and walking through a narrow corridor that only allowed about two people to stand side by side, the front suddenly opened up - Annan finally saw the true structure of the "curse cellar".

It was a huge instrument on a boxy platform.

It was at least thirty meters tall and somewhat shaped like a globe, but the pure white half-arc of the moon was not perfectly perpendicular to the ground, but was about fifteen degrees offset. This revealed the shaft of the pale gold ball it was holding in the middle...... And this arc moon is still rotating around the ball of light very slowly like the rotation of the earth.

The ball of light in the middle is not a pure sphere - there is a beam of light both directly above and directly below.

Near below was a blackish-gray, extremely viscous liquid. It appears to be only about three fingers together, and is flowing into the very center of the ball of light from the bottom up, in a state that can kill Newton.

And it was gradually dismantled by this ball of light and assimilated into a golden stream of light.

Directly above the ball of light emitted a very thin stream of golden light, about half the thickness of the little finger.

It looked extremely dreamy, slightly scattered, like a gathering of fireflies...... But Annan will not admit that this is the "spell energy" stored in the jar.

And around this huge square platform is a circle of circular platforms with intricate inscriptions. It was exactly the same size as the "lecture hall" outside, and the two rooms connected together were like an "8".

"That's ......"

Annan couldn't help but whisper.

His "radiance" element had awakened to its limits, and light was no longer an obstacle to him, but a friend, a part of him.

Thereupon...... Annan was able to cross the ball of light and see what was hidden in the middle of the orb instrument.

The core component of the instrument that continuously transformed the dirty, rancid black-gray primordial mana into pale golden inert mantra energy was not a sophisticated machine, nor was it an extremely grand magic circle.

Rather, it is a curled up, even incomplete, transparent fetus.