Arcane Journey

Without wasting time, Brian continued walking along the Minotaur's territory maze towards the spiral tower.

The so-called spiral tower is actually a wonderful combination of natural wonders and intelligent architecture in an underground maze.

Those huge and ancient stalactite columns have been cleverly hollowed out over the years, forming a group of towering and winding towers that soar into the sky.

These tall towers stand proudly in the depths of the maze of the Underdark, as if they are the guardians of ancient legends and unknown secrets, exuding an indescribable mysterious atmosphere.

This is the heartland of the Tauren race, a complex, profound, maze-like area where even legendary wizards, without the guidance of prophecy, will often lose their way and find it difficult to find the real way out.

The structure of the maze seems like a living thing, constantly changing its appearance, challenging the wisdom and patience of everyone who enters.

However, for the Tauren, all this is just commonplace.

They are born with an extraordinary perception of mazes, and no complex maze can restrain their steps.

This innate talent makes them almost immune to the eighth-ring spell "Labyrinth". Even the most ingenious illusions and confusions are nothing but false bubbles in front of them and can be easily seen through.

As the passage Brian was walking in gradually approached a cave with a very high ceiling, the space on both sides gradually became wider, as if he had entered a whole new world.

Fluorescent fungi grew on the walls and everywhere in the cave. They emitted a soft and warm light, like natural lanterns, illuminating the way ahead and allowing Brian to move freely through it without any hindrance.

Brian walked in silence, taking in the surroundings carefully with an interested look on his face.

These fluorescent fungi not only illuminate the road, but also add a sense of mystery and fantasy.

He couldn't help but marvel in his heart that compared to the blue sky, white clouds, green mountains and clear waters of the surface world, the underground world also has its own unique charm.

This is a unique karst landform composed of luminous fungi and bizarre stalactite columns. The rich underground landscapes such as stalactites and stalagmites are even more dazzling.

Every stone seems to tell a thousand-year-old story, recording the vicissitudes of this land.

The stone pillars stand proudly, like unyielding guardians, supporting the cave ceiling that seems to have borne the weight of thousands of years.

They have different shapes, some are as thick as pillars, pointing straight to the sky, showing a majestic momentum, some are as slender as swords, sharp and revealing an unstoppable heroic spirit.

The texture of the rock is as mottled as marble. The gray and white stone appears particularly simple and solemn under the weak light, as if every line is telling an ancient story, making people involuntarily indulge in this historical sedimentation.

However, among these rocks, there are streams of sparkling crystals. They are like gems inlaid in the stone walls, flashing an alluring light that makes people stop and take a look.

These crystals appear and disappear, some are crystal clear like icicles, and some are colorful like rainbows.

They form a sharp contrast with the surrounding rocks, like the purest existence between heaven and earth, which makes people feel awe.

On the other side of the cave is a large chasm surrounded by numerous sigils and glyphs.
These marks and carvings seem to tell ancient stories and record the vicissitudes of this land.

Some were deep, some were shallow, some were clear, some were blurry, like a historical scroll, unfolding before our eyes. On both sides of the rift, there were two piles of skulls, lying there quietly, some intact, some incomplete, clearly looking like the ones used by the Minotaur to warn invaders.

In the intricate underground labyrinth of the Underdark, the Tauren race has lived here for generations, and their years are as long and tortuous as the passages in the labyrinth.

However, as the power of the Minotaur King Baphroditus grew, the servants he chose became more ferocious and terrifying.

At the same time, groups of gnolls were running rampant in the Underdark, and it was natural that they could not be unaware of the rise of Baphrodite's power.

This sharp and cunning force has begun to attack the Minotaur's territory, causing the feud represented by the two demon lords, Bafomet and Yeenoghu, to once again ignite a new round of war in the passage leading deeper into the underground maze.

Brian walked quickly and soon arrived at the core area of ​​the underground maze.

Here, he once again discovered a chasm filled with bones, a chilling sight.

There is no doubt that this rift is the passage leading to the spiral tower of the Horned Demon King.

The tower stands at the outer boundary of an underground labyrinth, made up of an intricate network of passages and caves, like a maze within a maze.

Although there are other passages leading to the maze, this entrance is undoubtedly the most eye-catching in the underground maze of the Underdark.

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It is like a huge mouth, swallowing all living creatures that dare to approach, emitting a heart-pounding breath.

On the cold stone walls around the crack, the mark of Baphomet was like the eye of the underworld, the vicious curse was like a sharp blade, and the names of the gods written upside down seemed like silent protests. All of this was written randomly by dried blood, like the wailing of struggling in the abyss, telling of the misery and despair of this land.

Those who can understand the language of the Abyss can see through these obscure texts that this place was once a sacred place for offering sacrifices to Baphrodite, the king of horned demons and the tauren lord.

These twisted words are like whispers from the abyss, telling of past sacrifices and beliefs, making people tremble at this twisted belief.

The minotaurs, these cruel warriors, cut off the heads of those they killed, leaving these innocent souls to guard this entrance forever.

Most of those heads came from gnolls, and there seemed to be a lingering desire for life in their empty eye sockets.

Of course, the heads of other races in the Underdark can also be found here, silently telling of injustice and sorrow.

These heads, like eternal alarm bells, remind everyone who sets foot on this land of its darkness and cruelty.

Brian withdrew his gaze and was about to follow the cracked passage and step into the spiral tower when suddenly a burst of hurried footsteps caught his attention.

Brian's expression changed, and he quietly disappeared into the darkness.

After a while, he saw a gnoll appear from the passage ahead. (End of this chapter)