PNB Chapter 86 Abandoned Underground City
Chapter 86 Abandoned Underground City
What is this place? Is it an abandoned underground mine from long ago? Or an underground ruin built by some unknown creature?
Thor glanced at the crack in front of him; it was only five or six meters deep, and breaking through it would be a piece of cake.
Then the magic power within him surged again, transforming into a scorching ray that shot forward from his mouth, quickly cutting a huge circular gap with a diameter of over three meters into the stone wall in front of him.
He stretched out his claws and pushed forward, and the cut-off stone fell into the hole behind him. It wasn't until more than ten seconds later that a dull thud was heard.
It seems that the underground space behind this is nearly a thousand meters deep. It's hard to imagine how it was formed.
Thor did not rush in, but stood cautiously in place and waited.
If there really is some dangerous creature inside, the fire and the loud noise from the falling rocks should have alerted it. Let's leave it for a while and see if there's any reaction.
However, after waiting for more than ten minutes, there was still no sound below, except for the noisy cries of bats and the constant blowing of a breeze carrying the smell of decay.
He was finally relieved. He ducked into the hole he had cut himself, leaped into the wide open space behind him, and spread his wings.
The massive red dragon's intrusion made the already frightened bats even more terrified. They flew around in a panic, some hiding in the crevices of the rocks overhead, while others flew off to who knows where.
Thor ignored the tiny creatures, hovering in mid-air before slowly descending.
Without the obstruction of the surrounding stone walls, the view below became increasingly clear, with rows of stone houses standing silently in the darkness, interspersed with some towering chimneys and arrow towers.
When they got close enough, the strong wind from Thor's flapping wings blew away the thick dust on the rooftops, revealing patterns of hammers, anvils, weapons, and barrels engraved on the roofs, which were carved from single blocks of rock.
This is actually an abandoned dwarf dungeon. Just how many relics have these dwarf creatures, who love to dig everywhere, left underground?
As Thor continued to scan his surroundings, he soon made another discovery.
In the passageway between the stone houses, one can see the skeletons of fallen bodies from time to time. Judging from the large bones, they were clearly left by the dwarves.
Their postures were surprisingly uniform; they were all lying face down on the ground, facing the same direction.
They appeared to be fleeing some danger, but a terrible attack followed immediately, killing them instantly without even a trace of struggle.
This bizarre scene made Thor's heart tighten, and his expression became serious.
He hesitated, wondering whether to continue deeper into the area, but after a brief moment of thought, he decided to leave.
As a red dragon with a human soul, he was not as arrogant and reckless as his kind.
With the existence of a giant wheel in his mind, he could obtain almost everything he needed. There was no treasure worth taking such a risk for.
As he flapped his wings and began to climb, he glanced back and noticed a large area of golden objects scattered on the open ground not far away.
The dragons' innate knowledge of treasures, ingrained in their blood, allowed him to instantly recognize that it was a large pile of gold coins.
But the house was covered in dust, the wooden doors and chairs were rotten, so how could the gold that had fallen to the ground still be so shiny?
This counterintuitive phenomenon not only failed to tempt Thor to stop, but instead made him flap his wings even more desperately.
In the blink of an eye, he arrived at the entrance of the hole he had carved out, plunged inside, rushed out of the cave, and flew away into the distance without looking back.
After the crimson dragon's figure disappeared, the abandoned dungeon returned to silence once more. A gentle breeze began to blow, sounding like a sigh.
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"What the hell is going on in this damn world? It seems like there are dangerous things buried everywhere underground."
Do I really want to take over this mountain range as my territory? I feel like I have a bomb sitting on my butt, ready to explode at any moment.
However, this place is more than 200 kilometers away from the canyon where I am, so... maybe... there shouldn't be any major problems, right?
After flying for dozens of kilometers, Thor finally slowed down a little, his mind still reeling from the experience.
There must have been something tempting him in that abandoned underground city. Luckily, he was cautious enough not to be affected and managed to escape in time.
However, when his attention inadvertently fell to the few brightly lit bars of spiritual energy below, his expression froze.
There are four new essence addition tips, with each adding 77, 103, 128, and 156 essences respectively, which is ridiculously high.
Clearly, some unknown entity has launched four consecutive mental attacks against him, each one more vicious and powerful than the last.
If it weren't for the giant roulette wheel in his mind, an ordinary young red dragon entering that abandoned dungeon would probably have already lost his life.
For a moment, Saul didn't know whether he should feel scared or happy.
Although I was a little frightened, I gained the essence of almost half a medium-sized monster template.
At this point, with his original 100 points, his essence balance had reached 564 points. Perhaps in a month or two, he would be able to draw another medium-level monster template.
This even tempted him to turn back and "profit" again, but reason ultimately prevailed over greed, and he did not stop.
Perhaps I could subdue some special followers and have them scout ahead for me? Let's see if I can find a way to obtain a large amount of essence without taking any risks.
Driven by desire, one idea after another popped into Thor's mind, but he quickly rejected them one by one.
Before he knew it, he had flown back to the middle of the mountain range and seen the mountain peak where he had built his nest.
As his gaze swept downwards, a large group of humanoid creatures, about one meter tall, covered in dark red scales, with rat-like tails and long, pointed ears, suddenly came into his view.
These dog-headed lizard-like creatures were gathered in the open space below the cave cliffs, wielding crude weapons and pickaxes, barking incessantly as they confronted the gnolls nearby.
Upon seeing the red shadow streak across the sky, these guys immediately let out excited shouts, and what they were using was actually the Dragon Language.
"Great Dragon Lord! You have finally returned!"
"Mighty Red Dragon! We pledge our loyalty to you; please take in these lowly kobolds!"