Ultragene Warlord

The owner of the inn is an old man. He has heard many related legends. Zhang lie and the extreme team are full of curiosity about the realm of dreams and deepen their understanding of the realm of dreams from the old population.

He even took Zhang lie and others to the upstairs room of the ancient Inn and showed him a picture sketched on the clay wall by a passenger.

This picture was born in a long time ago, when people were more daring and less afraid to climb the peak of ngranek mountain.

The old inn owner heard from his grandfather's grandfather's grandfather's grandfather... That the passenger who engraved this picture had climbed the ungranek mountain and seen the statue, so he specially painted it here for people to see.

The large rough images on the wall are drawn in a hurry, and are completely robbed of the focus by a group of small figures attached to the side. These things have horns, wings, claws and curly tails, and the image taste is extremely bad.

At first glance, it was the nightmares they had seen.

The owner of the inn said casually, "previously, there was a black cloud on the ungranek mountain. Some saw that it was transformed by monsters and looked like the legendary nightmares. Are you really going to the ungranek mountain?"

"We went for nightmares," said Yang Ze with a smile

The owner of the inn sighed: "in the past, I often saw some young people climb the ungranek mountain in order to show courage, climb the ungranek mountain in order to find legends, and climb the ungranek mountain in order to challenge themselves. In the end, they didn't come back."

Yang Ze said with a smile: "boss, we are different. Engranek mountain can't stop us. As for the nightmares in your mouth, we can kill a group at will."

The owner of the inn shook his head and left in silence. He had seen many young people climbing the ngranek mountain. Many of them could not be persuaded and simply gave up.

Old, see more, at first is a habit, and then become numb.

After collecting all the information, we set out from the Bank of Lake Yas in the morning to the inland where the rocky ngranek mountain is located.

On his right are undulating mountains, pleasing orchards and small and tidy stone farmhouses, which can't help but think of the fertile fields on both sides of the Skye river.

At nightfall, he had come to the nameless ancient ruins on the other side of Lake Yas.

The sun has just shone on this vast slope. Here lies an ancient masonry foundation and denuded walls, interspersed with collapsed columns and bases, extending desolately to the Bank of Yas lake.

When crossing the ruins along the road, an arch with a big mouth in the blood opened at the root of the wall of the old temple. Inside the door, there were stairs extending downward, which disappeared into the dark depths beyond your sight. When you approached the arch, people couldn't help shivering.

The road at the foot climbs up the mountain. Along the way, there are more wild and partially covered with forests. Only the houses of charcoal burners and the camps of resin collectors can be seen.

The air was filled with the fragrance of pine resin. Birds sang carefree while waving their seven colored wings in the sun.

Towards sunset, he met a camp of lava collectors, who had just returned from the lower slopes of the ngranek mountains, carrying bulging sacks.

They camped here and listened to these foreigners singing songs and telling stories.

Someone was whispering that one of their companions was missing.

The man climbed to the top of the mountain in order to pick up a large piece of good lava mine above his head. However, he didn't meet his companions until dark.

The next day, only his headscarf was found, and no trace of his slip and fall was found at the bottom of the cliff.

They didn't continue the search because the old man said it was futile to look for it again.

No one can find anything taken away by nightmares, although people are not sure whether the beast really exists.

The next day, I got up at the same time as the lava collectors and said goodbye to each other. They're going west, they're going east. The old people blessed them and gave them some warnings. It was best not to climb too high on the ungranek mountain.

I thanked them sincerely, but I didn't listen to the dissuasion.

After climbing along the long mountain road for a long time, I met some villages composed of abandoned brick houses at noon.

"This is the village of mountain people who used to live nearby and used to carve dolls from smooth lava mines. Mountain people still lived here when the grandfather of the elderly inn owner lived, but since then, they began to feel that their existence was unwelcome," said Nasi Kam, the guardian

"They once built houses on high hillsides, but the higher they built, the more people disappeared at sunset."

"In the end, I left, because people sometimes catch a glimpse of something in the dark, and no one can give an optimistic explanation."

"So they finally moved to the seaside and settled in bahana."

They live in a very ancient area and teach their children how to carve figures with lava mines, which is still handed down from generation to generation.

Yang Ze asked, "how do you know this?"

Nasi Kam, the guardian, explained: "when searching for clues in the tavern in bahana, it was from the descendants of the mountain people who had left their homes that they inquired about the legend of the ngranek mountain."

The closer he got to the target, the higher the barren and desolate side of the ngranek mountain stood above him.

The hillside is low and covered with sparse trees, then up with poor shrubs, followed by bare and ugly rocks. It rises into the sky and is layered like a spectrum: first covered with frost, then ice, and finally snow that does not melt all year round.

You can see cracks and ruggedness on the gloomy rock, and you really don't want to climb along it.

In some places, the steam of lava mines is constantly rising, and piles of volcanic slag are dotted on the hillside and rock shelf.

For others, mount engranek is difficult to climb. For everyone, the steep hillside is nothing to say, let alone here.

Perhaps because the climbing journey was too boring, the guardian Nasi Kam suddenly talked about the past legend: "nine hundred trillion years ago, before the gods danced on the spire of this mountain, it used fire to speak and roared with the sound of thunder in the mountain."

Zhang lie raised his head and looked at the top of the mountain of engranek: "nine hundred trillion years ago, we didn't see it with our own eyes. Now we just stand tall in silence and gloom."

Yang Ze smiled and said, "I heard in the camp that there are many empty caves on the mountain. There are only ancient darkness or terrible creations that ordinary people can't imagine."

The Witch of dreams pretended to be a weak woman and screamed, "don't scare me."

Sun Mengmeng gave a white look and said, "the terrible creation really jumped out. Who is afraid of who is not sure."