quicksilver blood

Chapter 156 Gargoyle Hotel

Dust everywhere is unpleasant.

Since stepping into Iron Curtain City, the world seems to have lost its color.The line of sight was blocked by thick gray fog, which was a world darker than the lightless night, and even the looming outline could not be seen clearly from 15 meters away.

These dusts are not ordinary soot, but magic dust enough to petrify the exposed skin.If a large amount of these magic dust is inhaled, even the lungs will be petrified together.

Under the threat of this kind of thing, no one is willing to chat outside.Even Roland and the others pulled up their hoods and simply wrapped their faces with cloth strips, leaving only two eyes exposed.

Therefore, although there are people everywhere, it is as quiet as ruins.The only sound was the indistinct sound from the roadside billboard that could not be seen in the thick fog——

"Welcome...Zhi-Bai...this is the Seventh Ring Road...Iron Curtain City...please...buzz...Line 2..."

The backs of these several-meter-wide glass panels are engraved with projection and phantom sound circuits, and are hung on the walls of shops on both sides of the road.And most of these shops have their doors closed, the front of the door is full of dust, and a few black stains that have been simply wiped can be vaguely seen on the ground.

At first glance, this looks like a decade after the extinction of humanity.Countless silent ghosts walk through the abandoned city.

In terms of technical difficulty, these billboards are the simplest enchanted items. Within the fourth ring of the White Tower, these items cannot even be sold for scrap value.

Because the magic circles of these enchanted items are not engraved on a tiny thing—such as a badge, such a large area is not difficult to carve, even an apprentice wizard can make two or three in an afternoon according to the textbook.

Maybe a few years ago, these "big crystals" that could appear with animated pictures and talk could still amaze the country bumpkins who just came in from Karal and other places.But now, under the radiation of the ubiquitous magic dust, the witchcraft circuits etched on these billboards have been melted and glued together, and scorched black traces appeared on the back of the glass plate covered with lines, bursting out from time to time. A cloud of electric sparks and black smoke.

The picture on the billboard has been distorted like an abstract work of art, and the barely produced sound is not only intermittent, but also mixed with noises like screams and eerie laughter from time to time.

However, if Roland and the others didn't step up to look on purpose, they wouldn't be able to see the billboard under the cover of thick fog.

Therefore, these voices seemed to come from the sky, or were made by innocent souls, surrounding Roland and the others, and the source could not be found at all.

Claudia had never seen anything like it.

She looked around, suspecting that there were dead people lurking around the team with malicious intentions, and seeing Roland's calm expression, she couldn't say anything.

Most importantly, what Robert and Roland said before entering was a bit scary.The kind of dust that would turn into a stone statue when breathed in sounds horrifying.Even when she was looking around, she was pressing the neckline with her hands tucked into her sleeves, for fear that the face scarf she had hastily wrapped up would be torn off because she shook her head too much.

Now Claudia even breathes very lightly, her mouth is tightly closed, her eyes are slightly narrowed, and it takes a long time to swallow her saliva, let alone talk to Roland.

An Ruosi, Joseph, and Robert are very similar, silently staring ahead, neither speaking nor making unnecessary movements.

And Roland looked around with nostalgia, and looked down at the ground from time to time.

His acceptance of the city is much higher than the other three.

Excluding the lethality of these "smog", this city is like the fog city in the late period of the first industrial revolution.

At this moment, heavy breathing caught the attention of the four of them.

Looking back, Roland and the others realized that it was a middle-aged man with a decrepit complexion.

He didn't wrap himself tightly like Roland and the others, but wore a rough and durable black linen clothes, which simply covered most of his body.

There are large gray and white spots on the exposed hands and cheeks of this middle-aged man, just like the scorching marks left after being scorched by a fire.It's just that each of these gray-white spots is raised like a tumor, which is particularly eye-catching.

Because of the huge exhaustion of physical strength, he was panting heavily, and there was a circle of light gray-white marks around his lips and nostrils, as if the tall and raised marks had been roughly smoothed away.

Through his slightly open mouth, you can see even the inside of his mouth with little gray and white spots.

And his eyes are almost grayish white, both the pupils and the whites of the eyes, so at first glance, it seems that there is a thick layer of cloud on the eyes.

At this moment, he was bowing his body, pulling the flatbed behind him step by step very seriously and slowly.

The middle-aged man walked up to Roland and the others, and from the hoarse voice of a crow, he spoke to Robert and asked in a low voice, "Do you want to stay at the hotel?"

His voice was hoarse and dry, not like a middle-aged man in the prime of life, but rather like a decaying old man.

Robert just shook his head silently, not wanting to speak in this environment.

The old man was not in a hurry, he just pushed the cart and walked side by side with Robert and the others.Robert is fast, and he is fast; Robert is slow, and he is slow.

The heavy panting like pulling a bellows couldn't help but make Robert and the others feel anxious.

At this time, Claudia keenly discovered that the flatbed cart behind the middle-aged man was full of gray-white gravel like broken plaster statues. The terrifying association made her feel horrified, and she couldn't help walking towards Roland. A little closer.

Roland seemed to think of something, and he didn't make a sound, but turned his head and looked at An Ruosi quietly.

An Ruosi nodded, took off his mask slightly, covered his mouth with his hand, and made an indistinct voice: "What's the name of your hotel?"

"My hotel..." The middle-aged man with an old and hoarse voice chuckled, "That's right in front of you..."

Robert and the others couldn't help being surprised, but Roland sneered silently, with a mocking arc across his mouth.

The group looked up, only to see a very normal hotel appearing in front of them.

The slightly withered vines are wrapped around the gate and the signboard. There are two gray statues of gargoyles at the entrance of the hotel.

On the signboard are the words "Gargoyle Hotel" and "Please pay attention to your luggage" written three times in Fararo, Caral and Titan.

The moment Roland saw the signboard clearly, the gray smoke that filled the surroundings was also instantly expelled, and the surrounding air became extremely clear.

However, this is the most abnormal place - how can there be a normal hotel in this city?

You know, Roland and the others walked on the avenue before.

How could there be a hotel in the middle of the avenue?

And even if he couldn't see the distance clearly because of the thick fog, how could he not even know that there was a hotel in front of him?
Turning his head, the figure of the middle-aged man had disappeared; looking back, it was still a thick gray fog.

An Ruosi tried to walk into it, but found that he couldn't even see 15 meters away. The thick gray smoke even made him lose his way. It took him a long time to return to the original place.

Only then did a few people realize that they could no longer go back.

The only good news is that Robert and An Ruosi could no longer feel the existence of magic dust, so Roland and the others took off their masks under the guidance of the two, and took a few breaths of fresh air.The faces of An Ruosi and Claudia, who were slightly weaker, were even drenched in sweat.

"Only in?"

An Ruosi finally realized that he shouldn't have asked that question, and felt that he seemed to have made a mistake, his voice could not help but lower his voice a little, and his eyes also averted.

Roland walked to him and took his hand firmly.

Robert sighed deeply, and didn't blame An Ruosi, but just replied: "This is the only way. We can only go in."

"The good news is that we have quite a few wizards here, and we can probably find a way out."

"Me and the little guy behind are priests by profession."

Roland added.

"Great! Blessed by the Seven Gods!" Robert finally had a smile on his face, "I feel that this is probably a new trick created by those things that crawled out of the grave. If there is a priest, it will solve a lot— —”

Roland nodded in agreement, but obediently did not speak.

Just in his heart, Roland couldn't help cursing Robert secretly.

He knew in his heart that this was not something made by the dead, it was clearly a trap set by "trash"!

"The Cursed Hotel" - this is not a dungeon that Roland's current level can solve.

I had no choice but to escape.I hope the "trash" will be merciful, just do a little research, and don't go too far.

if not……

A cold light flashed in Roland's eyes.

All I can do is continue Roland's glorious tradition of blowing up wherever he goes.

　Seeking recommendations!

　　


(End of this chapter)