Chapter 580: Sudden Silencing

"What ever happened here?"

"What else can there be?" Hoffman glanced at Ron slowly and said, "Disasters, natural disasters are followed by man-made disasters, and man-made disasters are followed by natural disasters. This is a curse that all people who settle in delusional lands will experience. You guys. Your elders must have moved away, right? That’s a good thing..."

It seems that the former residents here did not know anything about the lich, just like the Kingdom of Falama and the Old Green Marsh Town close to the same period.

Ron asked some more questions, which could roughly determine the age when these people lived "normally". They knew about the Kingdom of Falama, but were deterred by the generations-old contract there and did not dare to have any more contact with it.

"After the entire kingdom collapsed, some people tried to contact those 'neighbors' who served the evil spirits to request rescue, and we tried our best to prevent this from happening." As the number of words he spat out increased, Hoffman seemed to be completely He woke up, but this was obviously not a good thing for him. Everyone could clearly see the loneliness and pain in his eyes, "That was the second split after the shelter was established, and the previous ones who left to find a new home. Compared with the wanderers, they are more... radical. We thought we could avoid unknown disasters and curses by hiding here, but in the end it was just wishful thinking. "

Ron and his companions exchanged glances: The dracolich did not have the habit of "leftover food". Even the mountain village that had been sheltered by the devil for a long time had to be included in its belly. These survivors obviously did not even have such a level of backstage. Neither.

"They left a large number of murals and texts on the walls, trying to spread the blasphemous knowledge to other tribesmen, and we were responsible for eradicating their influence. Over time, a conflict eventually broke out - no one was the winner, and their existence was completely wiped out. Go, and we lose the possibility of leaving forever.”

"The entrance was destroyed, and it was only Hessen who was able to hold on there alone. Mardet strengthened him so that he could hold on for a long time after death... But since you can come in, it should mean that Hessian has been freed."

Sera whistled and turned away, pretending that the matter had nothing to do with her.

"Those spiritual servants——"

"Oh, have you seen them? Those are also the creations of Mardet. He is a powerful mage, very powerful..." Hoffman pointed to a withered skeleton next to him, "Ah, he is here today and did not go Maintenance, you can ask him if you have anything."

Ron looked at Victoria. The pastor spread his hands helplessly - the skeleton no longer had any organs that could speak. And even if there is, no one knows whether this "Maldet" will surprise or frighten Hoffman when he rises to speak again.

"Do you have any more questions? Let's ask them together." Seeing that Ron and others were not moving, Hoffman rubbed his hands and said, "The area where we grew food collapsed during the last iteration. We It’s been a long time since I’ve had a decent meal…”

Victoria sighed and waved her hand to create a feast, which included a variety of fine food and drinks. These foods themselves had certain healing and buffing effects and could help the last survivors in this shelter recover.

But whether it is a good thing or not, no one can tell.

When Hoffman was feasting, Ron and others seemed to see not a person, but more like a beast. He jumped directly to the banquet, truly devoting himself to it, enjoying the long-lost meal. Even when people approach him unintentionally, he will make a low growl as if to protect his food, although such a barbaric performance will soon be overwhelmed by reason.

Everyone had no other choice but to stay away from this poor man as much as possible and start checking the surrounding environment to see if there was anything valuable.

Gracia might set a trap for them, but it was unlikely that she would do anything aimless. Since she said there was something Ron wanted here, it should be there.

"Mr. Hoffman," although he was not very hopeful, Ron still asked the man who had stretched his belly until it was round, "have you woken up often recently? Have you encountered any special situations?"

"Special... I don't know, we are just prisoners in the shelter. It's hard... hiccup, it's hard to call anything special."

Huffman burped and replied: "But if you want to know, I can bring up the recent 'hibernation' cycle record and show it to you. Let me see, how is that thing supposed to operate?"

A crystal screen with extensive cracks was brought out under the control of Hoffman. Rows of records of spellcasting were displayed on it - it was a variant of the mental retardation technique that bound Hoffman. Ron noticed that he deliberately avoided the interface that summarized all records and only called up his own waking cycle.

"Ah, found it," Hoffman called Ron over, "I woke up four times in the past few months, this time once, and the last time was within one day, probably because I heard the news about the return of the Drifter. Then a few months ago, some evil presence activated the alarm system here, but when I got there, I only found a golden gem."

"Golden gem? Can you take us to see it?" Ron's heart moved. Could it be Gilennis's one? The moon elf himself once said that the radiant gem should be the most powerful of the seven. If he could get it together, he could at least increase his strength with her help.

"Complete" is a conceptual description in the field of arcane or divine magic, so there are so-called "sets" and the like. A complete set of magic items, even if only a small part is missing, will have a huge difference in power from the complete state.

Ron certainly did not expect the complete amethyst slab to be more powerful than its creator, but now every bit of power is helpful, and since he has discovered it, there is no reason not to fight for it.

"Of course, of course," Hoffman looked at the remaining feast (that was food for twelve people) reluctantly, grabbed another glass of wine and drank it all, "I'll take you there now."

"But I no longer have the spell to travel through the shelter, so the speed may be a little slower."

"Wait a minute, aren't there four records here?" Sylvia stopped Hoffman who was about to get up, pointing to the common language record on the crystal, "Two days before we arrived, you woke up once, what happened?"

"Is there...?" Hoffman frowned and looked at the place where Sylvia pointed, thinking hard, "Yes... No, I don't remember, I don't remember being awake that time, I don't remember... Wait!"

Hoffman suddenly opened his eyes wide, and he clapped his hands suddenly: "I remember! There were two people who came in here before you--!"

Ivy rushed to protect Hoffman as soon as possible, but she was still a step late. The sneak attack on him was not launched physically, but from the spiritual level. As long as this person recalled a certain memory in any way, the preset killing intent would immediately take effect and take his life.

Such a spell is not easy to use against a caster who can teleport, but the premise is that the caster's head has not been damaged many times by the mental retardation spell. The extremely fragile spirit can't withstand such an attack.

Half of Ron's body was quickly covered by armor, and the other companions were also ready for battle. In just a dozen seconds, the stone door was blasted into pieces by the powerful spell, and two figures walked in from outside through the smoke and dust.

There was no grass on their heads, but each of them had a black dragon tattooed on it. (End of this chapter)