Chapter 1100: Seeking the Secret in the Sand Sea (22)

"Processing meow?" Segrade turned to look at his father, "What do you mean to process meow? FOR EXAMPLE, ENGRAVE THE RUNE TEXT INTO IT. Daddy explained with a sneer.

"Rune text?" The leopard man boy scratched his head in confusion: "Are you talking about the Rune text in Norse mythology?" Odin Daddy smiled: "Yes, it's that Rune text." Segrade was immediately upset when he heard this: "Daddy, you said it yourself, overly embellished weapons are not real, only immature children can make that kind of weapon meow?" He was also taught a lesson by his father once because of this incident, and he still had a little grudge against it.

"Huhu, that's what I said. The old man waved his hammer disapprovingly, and replied, half-jokingly, "But the Rune scripts—I speak of the Rune scripts that have been handed down from the age of mythology, and not the fakes that have been handed down by the modern gods—are decisively different from ordinary reliefs. Segrade gave the old man a blank look: "That's a superstitious meow." "It's not superstition. Daddy said mysteriously, gesturing his finger in the air: "Those are special words handed down by the ancient gods and people, and they do have strange powers. I don't really understand the principles or anything, but if I want to explain them, they are a special kind of [magic circuit]. As long as the Rune script is engraved on the weapon, when the weapon is wielded, the free photons in the air will resonate with the Runi script, flow in a specific direction, and become a specific magical phenomenon. (What a high-tech feeling.) (But when it comes to the ancient gods and people, it seems that nothing is impossible.) Segrade squeezed his eyebrows and asked half-incomprehensibly, "So, that's an enchanted meow?" Daddy smiled again, "Almost." However, it is different from normal enchantments. Ordinary enchantments cost materials, but the Rune text is only engraving. It doesn't cost any materials, and it can achieve the effect that other enchantments can only achieve, do you think it's wonderful?" Segrade thought for a moment, and suddenly jumped up: "Wait, so you want to carve a meow on this alloy core?!no! Its strength will decrease!" Daddy sneered and asked, "How much can the strength of such a thick iron rod be reduced if you carve it on the surface?"

"Come on," Daddy Odin fiddled with the hammer in his hand. The hammer began to deform and turned into an incredibly sharp carving knife: "Come on, carve it and you won't die, give it to me." During this time, you can prepare the alloy ingots you will need for your next weapon. "I just hope these rune words are really useful. Segrade depressedly handed the alloy rod of the inner core of the weapon to Odin Daddy, and let the old man carve it on it.

He glanced at the pitch-black carving knife in his father's hand again, and asked curiously, "By the way, my hammer can also change into that kind of meow?" When I asked this question, my dad was already carving.

With that razor-sharp carving knife, he carved out some crooked words on the aluminum-titanium rod like butter cutting—no, not so much words as grooves, of different depths and sizes, too complex to be represented by words.

Daddy Odin played with the black carving knife in his hand and said a little boastfully, "This is an [omni-tool] unique to the dragon hunters, not an ordinary hammer. It can theoretically change into an infinite number of forms, making it easier for blacksmiths to forge weapons. Well, if you want it to change into other forms, it takes a long time to practice, creating exercises with a high degree of imagination and concentration. "And you gave me such a priceless treasure?" Segrade also clenched the hammer in his hand, and the residual warmth on the hammer reached the palm of the leopard man youth as he struck the iron, and there was a very familiar sense of longing.

"Hehe, it's okay to give it to you, even if I keep it, it's useless. Although Odin's tone was as calm as the windless sea, there was a faint sadness oozing from it: "I'm afraid I'm the only one in the dragon hunter clan who can use this universal tool." "At the same time, somewhere in the Sahara Desert.

When Bediwell awoke, he found himself in total darkness, wrapped in a wave of paralysis.

The night was falling, and the sky was full of stars, twinkling. Such a beautiful view -- alas? No.

The hunger in the werewolf's stomach told him that it was about four or five o'clock in the afternoon, and it was not yet dinner time. The low fall of night is even more unreasonable.

So what the hell is going on with this [Nightfall]?

Bediwell struggled to her feet, and the paralysis in her body began to be replaced by excruciating pain. He didn't get up completely, only halfway up and then stopped, so he had to maintain an awkward position, half-sitting on the ground.

It hurts. The whole body is scorching pain. It seems that several ribs are broken, but fortunately, the bones of the arms and thighs are not broken.

The sharp pain cleared his mind, and he began to think back to what had happened before.

By the way, he was swallowed up by a huge quicksand pit and deserved to be buried in the sand of the Sahara Desert!

So, where is this?!-

Here, it's underground!

The werewolf took a deep breath and immediately understood the mystery.

This is a cave underground, and the "stars" that are constantly twinkling in the sky are actually those quicksand pits in the Sahara Desert!

Accompanied by sand, the light in the sky pours down from the small hole in the center of the quicksand pit, and it becomes this constantly twinkling star. There are countless quicksand pits in the Sahara Desert, and it is in this huge underground cave that this spectacular underground sea of stars is formed!

Bediwell looked at the quicksand bunkers in amazement. The sand that poured down did not fill the underground cavern, but had some wonderful power that caused the sand that poured down like a waterfall to fly back again before it fell to the ground, sticking to the ceiling of the cave.

It is clear that this is not a force of nature, but some man-made force at work. There is some kind of power that has created this huge underground cavern, the dark world under the sea of sand!

Bediville didn't just look at his feet again. The view beneath his feet shocked the werewolf even more.

He sat on top of a glass of glass! There was a faint light from underground, and that was the real source of light that illuminated the werewolf's vision.

That's right, stretching for hundreds of miles, the entire underground cavern is paved with extremely transparent glass!

Their strength and toughness were astonishing, and Bediwell had fallen from a quicksand pit in the air to a height of two hundred feet, but the glass on the ground he had landed on had barely shattered, only a few imperceptible cracks!

Bediwell tapped the ground with his hand. It feels a little soft. The glass is also rubbery-flexible. Thanks to this, and to Bediwell's own strong physique, the werewolf fell from such a great height, and was not shattered.

How deep is this sea of glass underground? The werewolf looked deeper along the ground.

But no matter how closely you look at it, the refractive nature of the glass makes it impossible for werewolves to judge its depth at all!

Let's just say it's very, very deep! at least 10,000 feet deep!

From Bediwell's feet, to the depths of the earth, this entire space is completely filled with this flexible glass!

In the deeper rock formations below, there are all kinds of incomparably hard volcanic rocks! The fiery red light of the lava faintly revealed from the volcanic rock is infinitely refracted in this sea of extremely transparent underground glass, spreading towards the ground!

Overhead is a false star, and beneath your feet is a sea of glass that stretches infinitely through [hell]. Bediwell seems to be suspended in the air, floating between heaven and earth!

It was as if there was some kind of super-powerful explosion that blew a huge hole in the ground. The sand underground, because of the high heat generated by this terrifying explosion, melted in an instant, and reorganized this underground glass sea in the high temperature!!

Such a wonderful scenery, but it was so weird that the werewolf was confused for a while, and he didn't know what to do.

That's right, Arthur

Bediwell was stunned for a quarter of an hour, and as the pain in his body subsided, the werewolf remembered what he had to do.

Arthur and the others must be found and joined up.

The Knight King is trapped in that mysterious golden treasure ship, and the fate is still uncertain, and Beddiville has no time to study this mysterious underground glass sea!

The first goal is to find Arthur and make sure he's safe!

The werewolf covered his head, trying to think with his still-sober mind. Walking with your feet in this endless sea of underground glass is not a wise move. To find Arthur, you must first find the means of transportation, his iron horse.

The werewolf looked around, trying to retrieve his iron horseman. He and the Iron Rider were swept away by the sandstorm at the same time, and at the same time they were swallowed by the quicksand bunker, so it stands to reason that they should be very close to each other. Although the light here is rather dim, it is a world of crystal clarity with a wide view. As long as you keep your eyes open and search carefully, it shouldn't be difficult to find an object as big as the Iron Rider!

Bediwell squinted his eyes and looked around, looking for metal objects that resembled iron knights in the uneven heights, in the underground glass sea like the countless sand dunes of the Sahara Desert.

Fortunately, this area is extremely transparent, and those uneven glass hills can also be seen through easily. The werewolf soon found his Iron Rider from behind a small hill, or the wreckage left behind by the crash.

At this time, the wounds on Bediwell's body gradually healed, at least to the point that it did not affect his movements. The werewolf slowly shifted and walked towards the Iron Rider.

And some figures in the darkness are gradually approaching the werewolves.