Chapter 1226

Waddell looked a little lost.

Waddell knows more about the power of time than anyone else. Although, as an extraordinary life, Walder has a strong memory. He can clearly remember the details of the changes of clouds and clouds at the last sunset on the Yuantan continent ten thousand years ago.

What I remember is only the picture. The deep-seated feelings at the beginning have long been washed away by the river of time.

He is still so, not to mention ordinary mortals.

"If they forget, they can remember again." Then Angel whispered.

"Well, when he built this statue, he just hoped that the ancient Han survivors could take themselves as the spiritual pillar and spend the long darkness. The era at that time has passed, and it doesn't matter whether they remember it or not." Waddell sighed, "let's go. The passage is in front of the statue."

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

He stretched out his scepter and gently touched the ground, and the dusty floor gave out a light and turned into a white door on the ground.

The door was opened and a passage to the basement appeared.

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

"From the dead bone burial pit deep in the dark land, you can also lead to the basement, but there are many undead who are reluctant to leave with obsession. It will be very dangerous to go there." Waddell rambled on about the basement.

When the revolving staircase comes to the end, it is such a large basement.

However, when angel and others came to the basement, they had doubts in their eyes.

Because the basement is shrouded in thick fog, I can't see the situation inside.

Just as they were curious to explore inside, a roaring sound came out, accompanied by the wind. The fog began to surge, from light to strong, wisps of fog like silk thread, blown to the door of the basement by the wind.

The first thing they noticed was a foul smell, which seemed to come from the wind. Then, there is a breath that makes everyone palpitate.

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

And the smell is brought by these wisps of fog.

At this time, wardel took out his scepter and turned it gently in the direction of the basement. A hurricane of fear, like a shock wave, pounded directly into the basement.

Under the impact of the hurricane, the indoor fog was instantly separated, revealing the inner situation.

Because the energy of the hurricane was too strong, angel subconsciously turned his head and didn't look back to the basement until he heard the wind weakening.

At this glance, angel was stunned.

The basement is very large. The internal space is comparable to the Ocean theater in Waterford, but there is a huge figure in such a huge space, which fills the space.

That's a huge black hell dog lying on the ground!

Each hair of it emits a black flame. The flame even burns and distorts the space. A single area is already very frightening. If we take it as a whole, it is even more frightening!

The hellhound's head lay on the ground, his eyes closed, his nostrils roared, and he kept emitting gray fog.

"This guy is Garm. He is called the agent of death. He is a hell dog with dark and spatial attributes." Waddell said.

Waddell looked back and found that besides angel standing on his side, grewood and Bobota had taken a few steps back. Even Angel seemed calm, but his lips were shaking.

It's really that this hell dog is too scary. It's not just the size. Just the frightening smell makes them feel frightened.

"Don't be afraid. Garm is still sleeping. Even if he wakes up, Garm won't attack you as long as there are kurando's black feathers."

Waddell's words made Angel unconsciously hold the black feather in his hand.

After a while, grewood raised his courage and asked, "Your Highness Walder, where is the channel you said?"

"The passage is just below Garm's sleep. It is the natural space pattern connecting the outer abyss surface of this continent. Garm chose to recuperate here because it has space attribute and is not far from the dead bone burial pit."

Angel looked at the ground of the basement, and there was a strange pattern, but more than 80% of the lines were blocked by Garm, enough to see how huge it was.

"Well, when will it wake up?" Griwu covered his heart. Every time Garm snored, it was accompanied by thunder and a lot of death, which made griwu very afraid and his heart beat all the time.

"I'll wake up soon." Waddell answered grewood and flew slowly into the basement.

Walder's height is estimated to be more than 2.5 meters, but it's still like a small spot compared with Garm. Waddell stood in front of Garm and gently touched the ground with a scepter.

An invisible ripple like air wave spreads with the location of the scepter on the ground.

When the air wave passed Garm, its closed eyes slowly opened... A crack, the dark red light flashed away, and the terrible momentum swept again. This time, even angel had to step back.

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

Just when they thought 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 voice did not come from Garm's mouth, but from Garm's head.

A dark shadow fell from Garm's head and came to Walder quickly and flexibly.

At this time, the people saw that the talking shadow was a mini hell dog. It looks like a scaled down version of Garm, but there is no flame. The black hair is naturally fluffy, and the scarlet eyes are like the best pigeon blood ruby.

"I'll send some people to Moliere."

The mini hellhound turned to look at the door. His eyes slowly swept through the people. The backs of the people he saw were faint and cold. Finally, his eyes fixed on the black feather in angel's hand.

"Kurandot gave his feathers to a human." The mini hellhound whispered and looked at Waddell: "who are they?"

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

Waddell said that the mini helldog looked at angel with suspicious eyes.

Angel couldn't hear what they were talking about, but if he just explained his identity, it shouldn't take so long. He probably talked about other topics.

"Did you notice just now? It seems to say wake up." Bobota came up to angel and whispered in human lingua franca.

Angel nodded and understood what Bobota meant.

In fact, from this "wake-up", we can see that Walder's previous statements that he can't leave until Garm wakes up are actually false.

Waldel can "wake up" Garm, so Garm can wake up from his deep sleep at any time.

Angel was more convinced that if he did not agree to Walder's request, Walder would let Garm sleep until the end of time.

After a long time, Waddell finally ended the conversation. The mini helldog suddenly turned into a dark shadow and came to angel in an instant.

It stared at Angel curiously. After a while, angel only heard a whisper in his mouth: "it looks very weak... How to kill the real spirit? How to do it..."

The mini hellhound walked around angel. Although he didn't show his momentum, angel still felt a creepy feeling.

After a while, the mini hellhound spewed out a black fire without warning and flew to angel.

Angel was startled and was about to use the art of resistance, but before he moved, the black fire circled, got into the black feather in his hand and disappeared.

The mini hellhound turned into a dark shadow and jumped back to Garm's head.

"Well, if he wants to leave, he can leave at any time. If he wants to come back, I can feel it as long as he goes to Moliere with kurando's feathers." After that, the mini hellhound yawned and said to Walder in a lazy tone, "I'm asleep. Don't bother me later."

After that, the mini helldog disappeared, and Garm, lying on the ground, snored again.

Waddell came out of the basement at this time: "Garm has remembered your breath. You take the black feather and go in, and the underground space pattern will send you to Moliere. Later, if you want to come in, you can also take out the black feather in Moliere, and Garm will feel you."

Knowing that they could leave, grewood and Bobota were happy.

Angel nodded to Waddell, "thank you."

"I should be the one to thank. If there is no savior, sir, it is estimated that I will go down to accompany my old friend now." Waddell smiled lightly.

Angel looked at Waddell, said nothing more, turned his head, nodded to grewood and Bobota, and walked one step towards the basement.

But just taking a step, Waddell suddenly said, "I almost forgot, and this."

As Walder's voice fell, a faint light sprinkled on the people.

The light fell on them and disappeared directly.

"What is this?" Angel looked at the place where the light disappeared, but he didn't feel it.

"The outside world has noticed a lot of eyes from Yuantan, which can temporarily hide the smell of Yuantan on you." Walder explained.

Angel was stunned for a moment, and Walder's words reminded him: "should we also cause suspicion when we appear in Moliere like this?"

"Moliere is very special. He hasn't noticed it yet." At this time, Waddell suddenly raised his head and seemed to be looking at the distant void. After a while, Waddell said with a smile: "but now Moliere is very lively."