Chapter 189 Mechanical Theater and Gear Dolls
After entering the garden palace, hundreds of soldiers spread out and began to eliminate danger along the center line.
Horn and Paslik were surrounded by soldiers, admiring the palace which was almost in ruins as they walked.
The entire palace garden covers an area of about 15-20 hectares, two-thirds of which is a park composed of fountains and hedges.
In the flowerbed beside the hedge wall, there should have been all kinds of precious flowers growing wildly.
But only a few of these flowers have been well preserved, and most of them have been sucked out of their nutrients by wildflowers and weeds carried by the wind, and can only hang low or simply wither and rot in the soil.
The water supply of the flower garden is handled by a stone statue of a little angel. When Horn arrived, it happened to be the time when the little angel was watering the water.
On one side of the palace is a hill, and gurgling spring water flows into the palace from the top of the mountain through an elevated water channel.
There are several waterwheels on both sides of the canal. Driven by the water flow, they are constantly rotating.
Driving by the waterwheel machinery, the four little angels beside the flower garden lifted up their second brother and spun wildly, even bringing out circles of afterimages, spraying streams of clear spiral water. In the flower garden.
Standing in front of the flower garden, Horn even heard a sound like a helicopter propeller.
The idea is quite exquisite. Horn and Paslik looked at each other. These simple automatic machines do not look like they can be made by a few people, let alone the delicate work that zombies can complete.
Horn estimated that it would take at least seven or eight designers to design it, and hundreds of craftsmen would spend a long time manufacturing it, but they had clearly inspected the area, and there was no one there.
Where have all these people gone?
"Your Majesty, except for this closed minaret, which you ordered not to touch, we have inspected the rest of the palaces and villas."
After running all the way and jumping over the fence, the child army scout sent by Victor bowed towards Horn and saluted and said.
"Then let's go and have a look at those palaces."
Through the green fence, behind it is a beautifully decorated palace. In the fountain pool in front of the palace, there are several Wooden or metal elk stick their heads into the water.
But if you look carefully, you will find that they are actually the water outlets of the fountain. They are not drinking water from the fountain, but spraying water.
"Brother, look over there." After checking the palace and villa, Jeanne pointed to the side of the minaret.
The area that was supposed to be a garden was filled with all kinds of herbs, and next to the garden, there were several vegetable plots growing cabbage in season.
As for the small zoo in the original palace, there were three or five sheep, and there were actually sausages and bacon hanging under the eaves of the palace.
"Master Crispa, does this vampire still need to eat?" Or the big sausage rippling in the wind, Horn asked Paslik with a strange expression.
Paslik coughed: "If there is enough blood food, they only need to eat a small amount to satisfy their appetite.
But if they only drink animal blood, their bodies will be very tired. If you are weak and unable to use necromancy, you need to eat a lot. You eat more food every day than a knight in the breathing method promotion period.”
This vampire has a very hard life. Wouldn't it taste better if he didn't drink the blood of a human being transformed into a beast?
If you kill people if you don’t sacrifice animal blood, then why not take people back to the island to drink the blood?
Walking to the eaves of the palace, Horn picked off a blood sausage. The skin of the smoked blood sausage glowed with a faint yellow light.
"Click, click, click..."
Horn quickly turned his head to the inside of the palace, but the sound that seemed like an auditory hallucination just now disappeared again.
This was the third time he heard the click, once on the way here, once at the door, and again in front of the palace.
If it’s not auditory hallucinations, then there must be something.
Horn himself knows what happened to him, probably because his mana is much larger than that of a normal witch, so he is more sensitive to the operation of the mana itself than a witch.
There must be some strange objects related to mana here, such as the previous bone whistle or the blood-covering cloud.
“Brother, what’s wrong with you?”
Jeanne came up, looked into Horn's solemn eyes, and asked curiously.
“Nothing.” Horn prevaricated and waved to call Victor, “Have you checked inside this palace?” Every corner has been checked, and there is no one in the whole palace." Victor hesitated, "If you want to go in, please let us search again."
"No need." Horn called several holy gunners, while Paslik and Jeanne walked towards the palace on the left and right. The palace is very different from the outside world. Although everything has been messed up by soldiers, it is still very neatly cleaned. There are no weeds in the cracks in the ground, and there are no cobwebs or dust. The ruins do not look like ruins at all.
On both sides of the hall of the palace, there are mosaic windows, which cast dim colorful light on the ground. The ground is made of smooth marble, which is perfectly connected.
On the marble floor are scattered gears, springs and various mechanical components, and a wide workbench stands between the parts.
Walking to the center of the hall, Horn's eyes were unconsciously drawn away by the most eye-catching part of the building, which was the puppet theater on the left side of the palace.
It demolished the wall of the side room of the villa. Behind the layers of curtains, there are puppets or bronze statues that are almost as tall as people.
It is not so much a puppet theater as it is a scaled-down version of the "Nibelung"-style stage play.
It is a three-dimensional model with a panoramic perspective. Behind the stage are nearly a hundred interlaced or parallel starry sky tracks.
The wooden boards carved into cloud shapes are painted with white paint, and the circular ones are the sun and moon with faces, while several miniature versions of taverns and houses are standing on the stage.
At the edge of the stage, there is also a miniature castle with mechanical arms growing out of the ground.
On the flat ground outside the castle, seven or eight bronze swan dancers more than half a meter high stand on tiptoes, with their left leg resting on the knee of their right leg that is standing upright on one foot.
The knee of its left leg has an obvious mechanical runner joint. A thin wire that is almost invisible to the naked eye is connected to the runner, which seems to control the dancer's legs to straighten or bend.
In front of the miniature wooden house, a copper puppet carpenter in green woolen clothes stepped on the pedals, and a shepherd in a fur jacket opened his mouth and could only smile.
Surrounded in front of a shrunken copper "barrel", two crescent-shaped soldiers wearing beanies held cards in their hands and held them high, as long as the thin strings on their elbows moved. , the cards will hit the barrel heavily.
In front of the tavern, on the stone road painted on the wooden boards, there are iron tracks painted with the same color. A procession playing flutes and lutes is passing through the crowd.
The whole scene is like shrinking a small town and moving it in, and then freezing time. It can only continue to operate when the mechanism is activated.
Turning his head sideways, Horn looked inside along the cracks in the wooden boards.
Under the stage are dazzlingly complex gears and mechanical structures. Countless intertwined chains are wrapped around the gears, and an iron smell of lubricating oil oozes from the stage.
Horn took a few steps forward, walked around to the back of the stage, and looked up to see how the tracks worked.
Then he saw a pair of bright red eyes and a shiny gray-white bald head, with sharp fangs protruding from the corners of his mouth.
Xue Zhaoyun was instantly unsheathed. Horn took two steps back and pointed the sword in his hand into the air, but the vampire-like thing remained motionless.
This is it?
After taking two steps forward, Horn narrowed his eyes and smiled helplessly.
The claws of the "vampire" are made of brass and iron bars, the nose is made of wood, and the eyes are painted. This is obviously a hanging puppet.
There is also a mechanical angel holding a sword hanging next to him. There are rivets in the bends of the wings, and it seems to be only half-finished.
Horn put down his sword in embarrassment. If there was a vampire here, those soldiers would have discovered it long ago. Would they have waited until now?
I was so frightened that I was actually frightened by a mechanical puppet.
"Your Majesty, what's wrong?"
"Nothing." Horn coughed lightly, returned the sword to its sheath, turned around, "Let's go, let's go to the master bedroom to have a look, I think I heard something What's the sound coming from there..."
The rotation of airflow and the click of gears sounded again. After many battle experiences, Horn didn't even have time to think. He turned around subconsciously and blocked the scabbard in front of him. .
“Who?!”
The strong wind blew the gauze on the "clouds", the curtain stirred, and a humanoid monster with sharp ears and sharp teeth fell from the sky. His face was ferocious and silent. The ground roared and lunged at Horn's face.
It's actually that vampire puppet? !
"Be careful, Your Majesty!"
"Protect, protect!"
(End of this chapter)