In what age, are you still a traditional witcher?

Chapter 87 Temple
"Sir, is it really a good choice to search the forest at night?"

Ryan pushed aside the leaves, and in the dark jungle where he couldn't see his fingers, he was walking on the ground.

His eyes were always focused on everything around him, Ryan's expression was indifferent, and he was not disturbed by Kate's words.

Kate's voice continued to come from the earphones.

"With all due respect, your current state is somewhat like wandering aimlessly."

"Bullshit."

"It's clearly very purposeful."

The black cat on its shoulder blinked its big eyes, observing the darkness in the jungle.

Lane put Kate's words back in her mouth.

In fact, he did come to this mountainous area with a clear purpose.

The Tulalip Mountains are the largest vegetation-covered area among the reservations of the Tulalip tribe, the largest Indian tribe in Seattle.

For thousands of years, industrious and brave Indians have created a simple and profound civilization on this land.

Although due to historical reasons, it has suffered a lot of shocks.

But under the intervention of the Holy Church, they were able to barely preserve the national culture that was on the verge of being broken.

The sanctuary has great respect for these ancient beliefs.

These civilizations with a long history and their gods are not only totems representing the spirit of this race, but also record a real history to a greater extent.

Unpredictable.

This world has everything, like a melting pot.

Who can guarantee that the gods of the Indians are illusory?
"Even today's Tulalip people may not step into the mountains again."

A crisp voice came.

In the demon hunting mechanism, Kate adjusted her glasses, her eyes froze on the monitor and flicked rapidly.

She conveyed the information in the agency archives to Ryan:

"Although the culture of the native Indians has been well preserved through the intervention of the church."

"However, the biggest blow to culture is that the descendants of this nation do not [respect] the inheritance of culture."

"The young people of the Tulalip tribe all go to the big cities to develop, and the old people in the group are getting old."

"The impact of the times is the coldest knife."

"Sir, are you sure that there will be what you want in this mountain?"

"of course."

Lane narrowed his eyes.

At this moment, he was standing on a raised rock of a "high peak", overlooking the dark forest in front of him, from which he felt a little strange atmosphere.

"Because of long-standing neglect."

"It leads to forgetting."

"Don't you think that oblivion and relics are related to some extent?"

"Meow!"

The black cat's paws were tightly clasped on Ryan's collar.

because.

Her owner "jumped off a cliff" from a mountain wall tens of meters high.

After crushing countless branches, Ryan fell to the ground with a crash.

"."

Kate was tempted to say that maybe it mattered, but not much.

But her boss is determined to drill into this mountain, and she has nothing to do.

To know.
How far is it from the jungle where the [weird] haunts!

Who knows why he fell in love with this place at a glance.

Even ignoring the mountains and forests where the [weird] haunts, he headed straight to the places that are out of reach.

"remains."

Kate's fingers fluttered on the keyboard and began to search for relevant information in the database.

"There is."

Kate's eyes lit up, and said: "In this mountain forest, there is indeed a rather ancient ruin."

"It is rumored that it is a [temple] left by an ancient civilization that is at least 6000 years old."

"Older than the Tulalips."

"Oh?" Ryan frowned.

"The ancestors of the Tulalip people?"

"That's not the case. The Tulalip people migrated and settled here about 4000 years ago." Kate looked at the information on the screen with a slightly surprised tone:
"Those ancients seem to have experienced a disaster. The whole clan was completely wiped out."

Ryan said in a strange tone: "The records are so detailed?"

"There are stone slabs." Kate's eyebrows drooped, and she said weakly: "The church has already checked the almost ruined ruins to the bottom."

"Useful information is stored in the database."

"Written symbols, carved murals, after being deciphered, they are all summarized into articles."

"In other words, sir."

"Even if you do find that ancient ruin, you can only see dilapidated ruins."

"Besides, the church has already kept materials."

"As I said, what I care about is different from others."

"Maybe, something new can be discovered."

Ryan smiled nonchalantly.

"Meow!"

Raphael squatted on Ryan's shoulders.

Ever since she entered this mountain forest, she seemed to be inexplicably brought up to God.

Those lazy squinting eyes had long since disappeared.

Instead, there is a pair of vertical pupils that look gorgeous and beautiful in the night.

Raphael seemed to have noticed something too.

And Lane.

He always felt that there was an area in this mountain forest that was sending out strange "signals" to him.

Very quirky attraction.

Ryan raised an eyebrow.

He quickened his pace and rushed forward.

Sure enough, the more you move in one direction, the closer you are to the source of the breath.

The weird attraction emanating from "it" is also getting stronger.

until--

"rustle--"

Ryan stepped on fallen leaves.

Stretching out his hand, he pushed aside the greenery in front of him.

The scenery in front of him suddenly changed.

The vast land covering thousands of square meters suddenly came into view.

"This is, the temple?"

Ryan narrowed his eyes and stared at the distant building.

Broad center.

It was a gray volcanic rock tower about 20 meters high.

In the dark night where you can't see your fingers, there is a faint breath from this gray tower, as if an ancient existence has stopped here and let out a long sigh.

Ryan slowly approached the tower.

As he got closer, he realized that it turned out to be a huge square square surrounded by statues and stone sculptures.

But after years of scouring, there are only one or two broken stone bricks left under the feet, and the so-called sculptures are even more broken walls.

If it wasn't for a little outline around it, Ryan really thought that there was only that tall tower in this area.

Get close to the tower.

The appearance of the entire ruins is surrounded by gray volcanic rock and unique architectural style.

The tower is divided into two floors.

The first floor is relatively hollow, and the walls are all empty, leaving only the solid stone pillars to support the structure of the gray tower.

Ryan walked into the high tower, he raised his head, and on the incompletely eroded ruins around him, traces of geometric figures, carved outlines, and murals could be vaguely seen.

"Kate, I have entered the interior of the ruins tower."

Ryan spoke into the microphone.

"Sir, go upstairs. On the second floor of the ruins, there is an altar and some murals."

"The essence of ancient civilizations is on the second floor."

Hearing this, Ryan looked at a hollow above his head.

Without hesitation, he jumped up.

(End of this chapter)