1350: 456.
This is not a failure, just 95% victory – adding more for “Warm Wine Farewell” brother 【23/25】 1350: 456.
This is not a failure, just 95% victory – adding more for “Warm Wine Farewell” brother 【23/25】 Thirty minutes is actually quite a long ti.
For n, thirty minutes is enough to boast about in any situation.
However, for an operation searching for important items in a vast unknown area, thirty minutes is negligible.
Tear Flesh was not confident in finding the King of Bone Biting’s secret cache within thirty minutes, but the good news was that the mysterious Psychic accompanying it seed very familiar with the area.
The magical carpet glided lightly over the heavily fogged areas, carrying him and Tear Flesh without any turns or deviations, and after a few minutes of rapid flight, they stopped in front of a barren cave.
“This is it, the entrance from Area A to the core of the exhibition hall, exactly as described in the ‘Monk Leader’s’ exploration notes.”
The Psychic jumped off the magic carpet, approached the oddly textured rocky cave with a strange emotion, and whispered,
“The ancient great power shaped this, yet it still succumbs to the ravages of ti, which erases all marvels, leaving behind only remnants of past outlines, not even shadows, just fragnted pieces of history.”
“Seems like you’re very familiar with this place?”
Tear Flesh, following behind the Psychic, asked suspiciously,
“Have you been here before?
Or has soone from your organization co here?”
“More than once.”
The Psychic did not hide this information.
He led Tear Flesh into the dim cave ahead while explaining,
“Over the past few decades, our organization has explored here several tis, yet each ti we were unable to truly penetrate the core.
The ancient great power still lingers, giving us glimpses of its secrets but barring deeper access.
Almost every exploration ended in failure—a tight system, maintaining an incomprehensible connection with places thousands of miles away.
Only when my colleagues make breakthroughs elsewhere will the paths here open to us.
So many arduous explorations have only brought back detailed topography of this place and Ningkinanka’s weaknesses—well, they’re hardly weaknesses.
They originated from the stars, casting them out rely sends these wandering children ‘ho.’
Fortunately, thanks to the hard work of distant friends, after cutting off so invisible protective force, the gates to the Creator’s domain were finally opened today!”
“You just ntioned you ca here on a mission this ti?”
Tear Flesh asked quietly,
“So, you’re confident in entering this mysterious core?”
“This… is not for you to know, my dear Werewolf sir, what I’m here to do has nothing to do with you,”
The Psychic simply refused,
“From a prudent manner, I would advise you not to ddle with things you shouldn’t touch or know about.
The remnants of the King of Bone Biting are just ahead in the visitors’ hall.
Take them, and then leave.”
“Just the remants?”
Tear Flesh furrowed its brow and said,
“What about the secret cache?”
“That’s not sothing you can obtain right now.”
The Psychic emphasized,
“No one knows what the King of Bone Biting did here originally, but we can confirm that the Werewolves’ Civilization Slate has been sent to the core area of the exhibition hall, so incomprehensible authentication process has begun, and those things are protected by the Creator’s power.
It’s not just you, a poor silver-rank Magician, even a team of Gold-strength powers here wouldn’t be able to force their way through the doors.
However, I ca here for this purpose.
If I’m lucky, while fulfilling my mission, you will also be able to take the Werewolves’ Civilization Slate back to the Dark Mountain Range.”
“Civilization Slate?”
Tear Flesh turned its eyes and said,
“So, this ‘Civilization Slate’ is the King of Bone Biting’s secret cache?
I’ve never heard of this term before.
What does it actually represent?
Look, I’m about to leave, right, sir?
Please, considering I’m also a Psychic, don’t let leave with all these questions.
That would leave restless.”
“You old Wolf Man are quite inquisitive.
You should be thankful I’m quite inclined to share.”
The guiding Psychic smirked and pulled up his hood, then explained to Tear Flesh as he stepped onto the descending spiral staircase deeper into the cave:
“The so-called ‘Civilization Slate’ is a symbol each race possesses, representing a race’s right to exist and continue in this world.
Its possessor is the spokesperson of that civilization.
You can think of it as proof of identity.
It possesses a variety of magical powers, and each slate has different effects, but one thing is certain, when you are recognized by the slate, you, as a representative of your race, will be endowed with ancient might.
The King of Bone Biting was able to gather the largest and most frenzied Werewolf Army of Dark Disaster in history because it found and was recognized by the Werewolves’ Civilization Slate.
Thus, the true title of the King of Bone Biting should be ‘Spokesperson of the Werewolves.’
Alas, the early life of the King of Bone Biting was very obscure.
No one knows where it found the lost Civilization Slate, that cunning Wolf Man had always deliberately erased its earlier data—it clearly did not intend to let others know of its personal ‘treasury.'”
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