Chapter 654 The underground palace under Tiannv City
The stone door slowly opened, water droplets slid down the wall along the moss, and the pungent smell of dampness, putrefaction and sulfur greeted us.
Wearing flannel clogs on the cold stairs, Otadilla pressed her hands in front of her lower abdomen, and her long white dress was blown up and down by the cold and damp wind.
After passing through the tunnel corridor, she stopped and stood in front of the cliff inside the mountain.
No one would have thought that there was a huge abyss-like pit hidden beneath the Tiannv Palace, which was located on a low mountain, as if it could swallow people into a bottomless hell of fire.
The radius of this huge pit is about 70 to 80 meters, and its depth is about 30 meters. It leads all the way to the ground through a Z-shaped stone staircase.
This huge pit is quite strange. Rather than being a huge pit, it is more like an upside-down half tower.
With the light of the torch in her hand, Otatila could clearly see that the huge pit was not a regular circle, but a semicircle.
Directly opposite her was an almost vertical cliff, as if someone had split it with a sword.
Holding up the torch that glowed orange, the faint smell of rosin reverberated in the air. She didn't wait long before she heard hissing sounds coming from the darkness.
"I want to pass." Otadira calmly said to the abyss in the darkness.
Amidst the rustling sounds of snakes crawling, a pair of blue fusiform pupils popped out of the darkness.
"Your name."
"Otadira Lee Latavia." Otadira pricked her finger with a needle, squeezed out a drop of blood and fell on the mossy stone slab.
The blue snake Xinzi swept away the blood, and after a while, a cold voice with a whistle came from the dark night: "You can pass."
As guards, these long-tailed lizardmen, or snakemen, have been performing their duties conscientiously since Otatira first arrived here.
But she knew how cruelly these terrible snake-men would use to eat the flesh and blood of the intruders when they entered.
Holding the torch tightly, Otadira's knuckles turned slightly white from the exertion.
Although her face remained indifferent, as she stepped up the stairs, her heart beat could not help but speed up by half a beat.
In the dull and humid air, there was only the crisp sound of Otatira's footsteps in the empty pit.
On this square stone step that is half sunken into the rock wall and half suspended in the air, the firelight shines on the rock wall, reflecting a gray-blue luster in the orange light.
When Otadilla set foot on the stairs for the first time at the age of thirty, she still felt panic and fear, but now when she steps on the stairs again at the age of seventy, she feels only indifference and indifference.
As the lifelong speaker of the Witch Council, the first thing Otatira did when she was handed over was to come here, just like the first thing after the election of the Pope was to put on the triple crown.
Likewise, Otatira and the Pope had to take the secrets of the Underworld and the Triple Crown to Hell or Heaven.
Although this is the most important place in Tiannu City, Otadira does not come here often.
After all, Grandma Cynthia is crazy and has never had a good temper.
She could completely understand that no matter who stayed in this dark underground palace for hundreds or thousands of years, everyone would go crazy.
Understanding is understanding, but it doesn't mean that she can change Grandma Cynthia's current situation, so Otatila doesn't come often.
Today she had to come.
Under the threat of jihad in Lilac Corridor, she needs enough strength to protect herself, and at the same time, she needs to get wisdom support from this neurotic elder.
The sugar trade, the relationship between the Thousand River Valley, the clouds of war, and the Sacred Axis all made Otatila, who was obsessed with maintaining peace in Black Snake Bay, exhausted mentally and physically.
Her original intention was to support Meliati. As the undetectable psychic witch, Thousand River Valley and Black Snake Bay merged into one. This should be a huge step for Black Snake Bay.
Unfortunately, this credit was snatched away by another group of people disguised as the heretical secret party of the Myrcella Cult, resulting in power having to continue to be shared externally. With the behavior of this group of people and their attitude of looking for the Hermitage of Sijia, Otatila had to suspect that their saint grandson was actually from the Hermitage of Sijia.
Therefore, she is disgusted with the Sacred Axis to a certain extent.
Compared to the unfamiliar Horn, she prefers the more familiar Meliaty, Luleth's daughter.
But Meliati's attitude was to share power with Horn, which even made Otatila wonder whether the secret message had been transferred.
Now she had to consider Horn's existence and its impact.
Not only because of the sugar and grain trade proposed by this saint-grandson and the wealth-making and political genius he showed after coming to power, but also because of his nearly ten thousand alchemist group.
Even Otadira's Witch Council failed to control nearly 10,000 alchemists.
According to existing information, the Salvation Army has three witches - Jeanne with lightning spells, Shilov with divination microspells, and the hermaphrodite witch Horn.
When Otadilla first obtained this information from Paslik, she was actually dubious.
Under the principle of "a witch must be a woman", it is too contrary to common sense to believe that a man can become a witch, so intersex people are somewhat more credible.
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It's just that Paslik's own credibility makes the credibility of this information quite low.
However, after being confirmed by Meliati's letter, Otatila finally had to believe it.
The first witch born from a witch, the first intersex witch, this place in the Thousand Valley is truly magical.
The damp and smelly wind blew against her face, waking Otadira from her wandering mind, and she finally reached the bottom of the underground palace.
The faintly visible thin smoke moved under the low light of Otadira's torch, illuminating the surrounding rugged rock walls in flickering light.
Against the backdrop of the fire, floating figures were swimming on the rocks, and the wind blew through the cracks in the rocks, making a strange scream.
Although there was only one monotonous torch at the moment, one could still see the huge shadow creeping on the circular platform at the bottom of the pit.
Holding up the torch and walking forward slowly, Ottatila took a deep breath: "Grandma Cynthia, we need blood."
Suddenly, there was a slight commotion at the edge of the fire, and a low breathing sound came from the darkness, heavy and slow.
At the bottom of the pit, under the illumination of dim torches, the giant creature crawling on the cold ground raised its long neck and spit out a mouthful of hot water vapor.
The light red scales seemed to be coated with a layer of amber, reflecting a golden red light under the firelight.
It has a triangular head, majestic golden snake eyes, and occasional flames coming out of its mouth and nose.
This was undoubtedly a dragon, one thought to be extinct before the arrival of the Aiel!
The rumors are true, there really is a dragon under Tiannv City.
However, contrary to the rumors, this dragon was not imprisoned or chained, but could move freely.
Her wings drooped to the ground, covered in dust and cracks.
If the dwarves of the Dragon Worship Cult came here, they would be shouting the name of the dragon and kowtow like crazy, but Otadira just stood quietly with her back straight: "We need more blood."
"Blood! Ah, just blood!"
"All my blood will be shed for you!"
(End of chapter)