Chapter 1060 Source Fire

"Last time I sensed a fleeting breath of source fire here. I don't know if it was an illusion, Master Greywood, shall we go in and take a look?"

Greywood hesitated for a moment, but still nodded. He didn't feel anything here before, but now that he came back to the hunting hall, he had an inexplicable feeling... Greywood felt that his flames seemed to be more vibrant than before, as if he was looking forward to something.

With this strange feeling, Greywood and Tandin walked into the hunting hall.

Crossing the cold black and white checkered floor, the candlelight was dim and dim. Greywood even felt a chilly breeze blowing through the hall, blowing the flames on his body like embers.

Tandin frowned. The atmosphere of the hunting hall was too empty and cold, and it didn't look like an environment that would breed source fire.

It was Tandin himself who proposed to come here, but at this time, he couldn't help but ask himself: Is there really source fire here?

On the contrary, Graywood, who had said at the beginning that there was no breath of source fire here, had his round eyes turned into an inverted triangle because of his frowning brows, and he kept muttering: "This place is very strange."

It had a premonition that there might be the source fire that Orusia was looking for here.

But as the last descendant of the Fire Mark Clan, Graywood could not feel the breath of source fire at all, as if his premonition was just a joke.

"Is anyone there?" Tandin's voice reached the empty hall, and no one responded except for his own echo.

"Go to the inner court and have a look." Graywood listened attentively, and faintly heard whispers from the direction of the inner court.

The further he went in, the more obvious the buzzing sound was, as if countless people were talking in his ears, like crazy shouts, desperate whispers, and vicious curses.

Graywood trembled all over, and suddenly he was afraid to move forward.

"Master, what's wrong?" Tandin looked over. It was Greywood who suggested moving forward, so why did he stop now?

"Didn't you hear it?" Greywood was shaking like a sieve, shaking off flames that fell to the ground, making a hissing sound, and the white smoke flashed and completely annihilated: "Can't you hear those sounds?"

"What sounds?" Tandin said with a serious expression: "Master, I didn't hear any sounds. If you feel something strange, why don't we retreat first?"

Greywood shook his head, but didn't say a word, and continued to tremble forward, but his steps were much smaller.

If Angel was here, he would probably sigh: I didn't expect this naughty kid to have a fearful side.

Tandin saw that his master had no intention of retreating, hesitated for a moment, and still followed forward.

Along the way, Greywood was troubled by those whispers that were either miserable, desperate, or crazy. Before he took each step, he felt that a terrifying nightmare might appear in front of him with a hideous smile. However, until they arrived at the exhibition hall in the inner court, it was still calm.

Standing at the door of the exhibition hall, Tandin asked: "Master Greywood, are you okay?"

Greywood stared at the dark door of the exhibition hall. He could sense that the whispers lingering in his ears came from inside.

"Let's go in." Greywood ignored the worry in Butler Tandin's eyes and walked into the exhibition hall.

The prey specimens in the exhibition hall naturally couldn't scare the young fire demon.

While Butler Tandin was looking around the exhibition hall to see if there was anything strange, Greywood walked to a painting alone, his tail standing on the ground, and Greywood tried his best to push his body up until he was level with the burning flame in the painting.

Greywood looked at the flame and somehow felt strangely familiar.

After confirming that there was no danger in the exhibition hall, Tandin came to Greywood's side. When he stood beside Greywood, he suddenly found that Greywood's eyes were covered with a layer of steam and he was staring at the painting on the wall without blinking.

Tandin didn't see anything special about this painting.

He observed carefully and found that this painting was just an ordinary painting, except for the flame in the dark background, which was painted very realistically.

"Master, there is a door next to it. Should we go over and take a look?"

Greywood didn't answer Tandin, but pointed to the flame in the painting: "The whisper came from the flame..."

With a sad mood, it was as if the flame was burying some special thoughts.

Tandin stared at the flame, still didn't hear any sound, and there was nothing unusual. He hesitated for a moment, stretched out his dark hand with embers and flames, and touched the flame in the painting.

Hiss

White smoke rose, and Tandin suddenly retracted his fingers.

As a fire demon, Tandin actually felt a burning pain when his fingers touched the picture? ! A fire demon was burned by fire. If you tell this to any demon, it will probably be laughed at.

But it is true.

When Tandin was wondering, Greywood suddenly shouted: "The picture has changed!"

Tandin looked up and saw that the flames in the darkness across the center of the picture suddenly began to increase. In a short time, the flames in the center completely covered the darkness. The darkness in the picture originally accounted for more than 80%, but now the flames showed signs of fighting.

"Why are there so many fires in the painting?"

When Tandin was still wondering, Greywood suddenly said in an excited tone: "I feel the breath of the source fire, in this painting!"

Greywood's words shocked Tandin. The source fire they have been looking for is in the painting?

When Tan Ding was still wondering what the painting was about, the picture changed again. A ripple suddenly appeared in the center of the painting, where the flames burned the most.

As the ripples appeared, the flames on Grewu's body seemed to feel some frequency, and images entered Grewu's mind one after another.

These images are all flames, or rather, they are all flames under the night sky in the picture. But it's not just a pure flame. There are different objects burning in the flames. There are aboriginal people who have just given birth to their children and are still lying on the bed panting. There are half-blood demons with dog legs as their lower limbs. There are also Kumo beasts that have been domesticated by the aboriginal people. , there are tree demons from the abyss, there are monsters coming from the fire...

These lives were burned by the flames, and they made miserable screams and sad melodies.

Grewu suddenly understood that the whispers he had been hearing before might be the last lingering sounds of these burned-to-death creatures.

At this moment, when Grewu looked at the painting on the wall, he no longer simply thought that it was just darkness and flames.

There was more information hidden in this picture, but it was all buried by the night and burned by the flames.

The ripples are still expanding on the screen, just like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples in circles. When the ripples completely spread to the entire painting, a tall figure suddenly emerged from the flames in the center of the painting.

When he saw the figure, Tandin immediately pulled Grave behind him and looked at the opposite side with a wary expression.

The half-blood demon leisurely walked out of the painting.

The hair is like blazing fire, and the lines on its face are ferocious and twisted, but its expression is cold and calm.

Although he is only a half-blood demon, Tandin feels inexplicably afraid. A pure-blood demon, he is actually afraid of a mixed-blood bastard? ! This is simply unbelievable.

While Tandin was alert, the half-blood demon on the opposite side seemed to finally set his sights on them.

"I thought it was him coming." The half-blood demon lowered his eyebrows and murmured in a voice that was almost whispering: "It turned out to be two pawns."

Tandin: "What do you mean? Did you know we were coming? Who are you?"

When Tandin asked, the young fire demon Grewu suddenly came out from the other side. It stared at the half-blood demon on the opposite side carefully with its big eyes open. After a while, it said: "The breath of the source fire is on it. , but...it seems that he has not fully awakened yet."

Grave's words stunned Tan Ding. The Source Fire was actually born in a half-blood demon. This situation has never happened before in history.

"How is it possible?" Tan Ding murmured, "Why does the Origin Fire appear on the body of a half-blood demon?"

On the other side, the young fire demon was not entangled between half-blood and pure-blood. Instead, thinking that he could complete the task early, he started talking to the half-blood demon who came out of the painting, "My name is Grewu. On behalf of Lord Aulusia, I came to find the source of the fire.”

The half-blood demon looked down at the fireball in the air and said coldly: "I am the owner of this place, Ye."

…

When the young fire demon met Ye, Angel was immersed in his thinking space and building a model of the door.

Finally, Angel breathed a sigh of relief when the new line was successfully installed on the model.

At the same time, the wind chimes in the yard suddenly rang.

Angel stretched, looked at Toby's condition in the bracelet, and used his mental power to sense the soft insect's nest, confirming that the dream weaver ants and the soft insect still maintained an even balance. Then he walked down from the attic.

As soon as he got downstairs, he saw Canaan in the yard, covering a lot of monster corpses with water film.

Seeing Angel going downstairs, Canaan turned around and said in a doubtful tone: "Shopkeeper, I bought the remains of these monsters according to your instructions, but...is it of any use? There is no smell. tasty."

Angel smiled and said: "It's useless to you, but it's of great use to me."

Angel was still thinking about earning more demon gold coins and purchasing a batch of materials unique to the abyss during the few days he stayed here.

He asked Canaan if it bought pipes made of special materials. Canaan's answer was no, so Angel was counting on the nightclub owner to buy it for him.

However, what he didn't expect was that when he was receiving a new batch of guests in the morning, a blood-eyed naga from the deep vortex of the dark ocean did not pay the bill with demon gold coins, but took out a sea monster's Corpses pay off debts.

At that time, Canaan still looked disgusted, saying that this thing could not be sold.

But after Angel saw it, he nodded and agreed to the transaction without hesitation.

Because Angel discovered that this half-emptied corpse of a sea monster was actually a wizard-level monster!

Although the most useful materials were taken away by the Blood-Eyed Naga, the remaining bones, blood, skin, etc. were all left in it.

These are nothing to a thick-skinned demon, and they cannot be sold at a high price.

But to wizards, these things are worth a lot of money!