The long fairy road is wonderful

Chapter 708 Although I Don't Understand It, But It Feels So Powerful
There are traces of the architectural characteristics of the ancient elves, and usually the lower you go, the closer you are to the core area, the more important it is.

Even among the ruins that have lost their power source, the magic level of the core area is much higher than that of the outside world, so the preservation of the core area is much better than other places, and it is the most likely to find gains here.

For example, lost spells, powerful magic items, and even magic techniques that disappeared without a trace.

There were quite a few people who came to hunt for treasure on the opening day of the ruins. Even if they didn't count the entourage they brought, there were hundreds of mages who could be regarded as spellcasters.

However, this ruin is really too big.

Xiayan Island is said to be an island, but its area is close to 20 square kilometers, and the remains of ancient elves occupy more than half of the total area of ​​Xiayan Island.

In such a large area, more than 100 people can't make any waves.

What's more, the ancient elves also like to build hidden doors. If there is no specific way to find them, they can only grope against the wall inch by inch if they want to confirm the location. The efficiency is very touching.

And the time will never allow this. In order to return safely, it is said to be open for ten days, but in fact it can only be used for two or three days to search for treasures.

Coupled with the habit of the ancient elves who read the writing corridor as a maze, it is almost impossible to fully ascertain the composition of the ruins.

Because there are so many unfavorable factors, everyone tends to go down after entering the ruins. The more you go down, the more advanced the core, and naturally the more likely you are to get good things.

However, this does not mean that there are no good things on it, mainly because no one realized it before.

Martin led his men, followed the route marked on the map, and came to the uppermost floor of almost the entire ruins.

Although there is a map, he and his men have been tossed hard. Now they are either soaked or covered with mud. At first glance, they look like terracotta warriors.

But it was worth the effort, they came to a place that looked particularly sci-fi.

The surroundings are all silver-white metal, including the walls, and there are puppet to clean and tidy it up regularly. The inside is not to say spotless, but it is much better than the all-stone structure below.

Partitions made of half-inch rear glass divide this space into more than a dozen, and they are arranged all the time.In the middle of the partition on both sides is something similar to a track, but it is much wider than ordinary double-track railways. It is no problem to run small planes on it, and there are still small scratches left.

Now Martin leads people into one of the glass partitions. This is a large space of about 200 square meters. On one side are ten silver-white, half-person-high large boxes, and there is a counter directly opposite. It looks like a thing, and it is specially made when you go inside. It is a wonderful space where various obstacles are randomly placed. He can't figure out what it is for.

However, this does not prevent him from searching for the legacy of the ancient elves.

In a corner of the room, four people were tied up, and only one sentence made Brother Lin feel that Wallis had a lot of information.

It was purely Martin's luck that he was able to catch them. When they came up, these people happened to be studying the ancient elven writing left on the metal wall. Their enthusiasm might not be known even if they were hit in the back.

——It turned out that they were indeed sap.

In Saipuru's belief, those who can use spells are "God Envoys", and almost all of them are devout believers. This group of air pirates is no exception, so none of them dare to kill these people directly , just bundle everyone up and set aside.

Now Wallis' hands are tied behind his back, every finger is carefully bound, his eyes are blindfolded and his mouth is gagged.

After all, no one can say what method a mage can use to cast spells, so it's better to tie them carefully.

Among the more than 20 men he brought, Martin sent half of them to explore the front position, and stayed to study what Wallis and the others were studying just now.

Ancient Elvish languages ​​are extremely difficult to learn. Not only are they developed from pictographs like Chinese characters, but they also have different meanings when paired with different patterns.

Martin was considered knowledgeable among air pirates, but asking him to decipher the ancient Elvish language would be tantamount to nonsense. After reading it for more than ten minutes, he felt dizzy and dizzy.

There is no result if we continue to study. Martin came here to find the magical technology that can strengthen him, not for archaeology. In addition, the way they came in is not very legal, and no one can say if there will be others. Come up again.

Time was not allowed, and there was no time for him to slowly figure out what was written on the wall.So he gritted his teeth and ordered two men who were not afraid of death to pay a lot of money to open the silver-white metal box on the side of the wall.

Don’t think that if you find a box in the ruins, it must be a big treasure box full of treasures. There is a strange creature called a treasure box monster who is used to living in a box. Once it is opened, it will swallow people into it, and it will never be found again.

Moreover, this is the relic of the ancient elves. For the group of those who are so tight, whether it is put in the box will be a shock to them, but it will be a terrible trap for others.

Fortunately, there was no bloody scene. The two men walked to the side of the box, looked at each other and held the wrench while exerting force.The silver-white metal box made a hissing exhaust sound, spraying out a string of fleeting white mist, and then there was no movement.

Everyone looked at the two of them nervously. The latter looked into the box, boldly reached in, and took out a tube with a handle, and a round metal box on one side.

Just looking at the shape of this thing, it is hard to imagine what it is, but it is not dangerous for the time being.

"Boss, there are several more of these things in the box."

The subordinates handed over the tubular object taken out of the box to Martin. They were a bunch of rough men, and Martin had studied with a mage for two years, hoping to identify what it was.

Martin took the things with a puzzled look on his face.

What the hell is this?

Although I was puzzled in my heart, I couldn't show timidity on my face, otherwise how would I be the boss in the future?

So Martin fiddled with the thing expressionlessly, looking up and down with a very serious look on his face.

Obviously, the size of this thing is made according to the height of the ancient elves. It is a little big for humans, but it is not a size that cannot be held.

Martin gripped the grip, and the bracket on the back of the tube rested right on his arm, the same curved feel of metal that made him think the bracket should be on his shoulder.

Fumbling with his fingers, he found a slightly movable mechanism above the handle, which felt more like a trigger.

There are still muskets, but they are still relatively primitive in appearance, and the popularity rate is quite low.

Lin Tianci was surprised for a while when he saw the musket. In fact, the musket looks similar to the old-fashioned flintlock guns on the earth, but it is actually a completely different thing. At least they do not have gunpowder, and the bullets are actually fired. Fire spells ...

Moreover, it is very troublesome to load this thing. It is usually worn on the body for a show or for emergency use. It cannot be used as a conventional weapon.

Of course, Martin has seen muskets before, and he knows that in order to fire a musket, he needs to pull the trigger, and the tubular object he took out from the box is much larger than ordinary muskets, and it looks more high-end, plus something similar to a trigger... …

Could it be the musket of the ancient elves?

The people of Cyprus blindly worship and believe in the ancient elves, after all, the ancient elves are their 'gods'.If this is really the musket of the ancient elves, it must be a hundred times more powerful than the current musket. If it can be imitated and distributed to the brothers, the combat effectiveness of the Eagle Claw Group will rise in a straight line!
Thinking of this, Martin's heart couldn't help but feel hot. Martin aimed at the wall on the side where there was no one, and pulled the trigger with excitement.

There was only a muffled pop, and it felt like someone had farted. A round blue sphere was shot out, hitting the wall and leaving irregular impact marks, which seemed to be covered with paint. Stained blue on the wall.

——It’s gone, that’s all there is to it.

Martin and his subordinates stared at the blue trace as if they were looking at the lover in their dreams, but they didn't find anything special for a long time. The shot seemed to be just blue paint, and it was not corroded by strong acid. Sex, nor any magical effect.

A group of vicious old men stared at the blue paint with serious expressions, as if they were watching a demonstration of a big killer.

It's a pity that these local aborigines don't know what 'real CS' is...

The scene was very embarrassing.

"Well, there must be something about the weapons left by the gods that I don't understand."

Martin coughed lightly to forcefully break the embarrassment, and continued:
"Look at how many are still intact, and take all the ones that can be taken away."

The subordinates responded in unison, and ran to the box to search for it.

Their luck is good, the box itself is a storage box specially used to keep magic items, and even if the ruins are shut down, there will be backup energy for maintenance, so after tens of thousands of years, many usable ones can be found in the box, If it was left outside, there would probably be a pile of iron powder left.

Thinking that this was some kind of weapon that he didn't understand, Martin ordered his men to take away all the things that could be taken away, completely unaware that these things were really just paint guns...

So it is terrible to say that there is no culture.

After all, they are a bunch of low-level natives, how do they know how exciting the toys of the ancient elves are?
While searching, one of the subordinates sent to search deeper came back. Seeing Martin, he hurried up and whispered:

"Boss, the brothers found a bigger thing ahead."

"what?"

"It looks like a ship, but the brothers have never seen an all-metal ship, so they don't know how to get in."

Not knowing how to get in is one thing, and not being able to get in is another.

Most of the organs of the ancient elves are voice-activated, and most of the magical machines actually have the requirement of "elf only". Unless special items are used, people who are not elves cannot activate them at all.

And Martin was able to find all the way here, and even flew all the way in the teleportation array, because of the so-called 'special items'.

　Today is a bit later, because it is a rare rest day, and it turned out to be 08:30 as soon as I opened my eyes.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)