Chapter 1226: Hellhound Garm

Waddell looked a little lost.

Waddell knew the power of time better than anyone else. Although, as an extraordinary life, Waddell had a very strong memory, even the last sunset of Yuantan Continent ten thousand years ago, the details of the changing clouds, he remembered clearly.

But what he remembered was only the picture, and the deep feelings at the time had long been washed away by the long river of time.

He was like this, let alone ordinary mortals.

"If they forget, they can remember it again." At this time, Angel said softly.

"Forget it, he built this statue at that time, but he hoped that the ancient people could use him as a spiritual pillar to survive the long darkness. The era at that time has passed, and it doesn't matter whether they remember it now." Waddell sighed: "Let's go, the passage is in front of the statue."

Waddell walked forward and came to the bottom of the statue.

He stretched out the scepter in his hand and lightly tapped the ground, and the dusty floor emitted a ray of light and turned into a white door on the ground.

The door was opened, and a passage leading to the basement appeared.

Wardle walked into the passage first, and Angel took a deep look at the statue of the prayer church and followed.

"From the dead bone burial pit deep in the dark land, you can also lead to the basement, but there are many undead who are unwilling to leave with obsession, so it will be very dangerous to go there." Wardle talked about the situation in the basement.

When the spiral staircase reached the end, it was a huge basement.

However, when Angel and others came to the basement, they were puzzled.

Because the basement was shrouded in thick gray fog, they couldn't see the situation inside at all.

Just as they were curiously exploring inside, a rumbling sound came from inside, accompanied by a whistling wind. The gray fog began to surge, from light to thick, and wisps of gray fog like silk threads were blown to the door of the basement by the wind.

The first thing everyone noticed was a fishy smell, which seemed to come from the wind. Then, there was a breath that made everyone palpitate.

This breath reminded people of the melody of darkness and death.

And this breath was brought by these wisps of gray fog.

At this time, Wardle took out the scepter in his hand and gently turned it towards the basement. A terrifying hurricane, like a shock wave, rushed into the basement.

Under the impact of the hurricane, the gray fog in the room was instantly separated, revealing the situation inside.

Because the energy of the hurricane was too strong, Angel subconsciously turned his head to the side, and only turned his head to look at the basement after hearing the sound of the wind gradually weakened.

At this glance, Angel was stunned.

The basement was very large, and the internal space was comparable to the Ocean Theater in Watford, but in such a huge space, there was a huge figure that filled the space.

It was a huge black hellhound lying on the ground!

Every strand of its hair was emitting black flames, and the flames even burned and distorted the space. A single area was already terrifying, and if it was considered as a whole, it was even more terrifying!

The hellhound's head was lying on the ground, with its eyes closed, and a rumbling sound came from its two nostrils, and gray mist continued to emerge.

"This guy is Garm. He is called the agent of death and a hellhound with the attributes of darkness and space." Wardle introduced.

Wardle turned around and found that in addition to Angel standing beside him, Graywood and Bobota took a few steps back. Even Angel seemed calm, but his lips were trembling.

This hellhound was really too terrifying. Not only the size, but also the terrifying breath alone made them feel terrified.

"Don't be afraid, Garm is still sleeping. Even if it wakes up, as long as there is the black feather of Kurondo, Garm will not attack you."

Wardle's words made Angel unconsciously clench the black feather in his hand.

After a long while, Greywood finally summoned up his courage and asked, "W... Your Highness Waddell, where is the passage you mentioned?"

"The passage is just below where Garm is sleeping. It is a natural spatial pattern that connects this continent to the surface of the abyss outside. Garm has spatial properties and this place is not far from the dead bone burial pit, so he chose to recuperate here."

Angel looked at the ground of the basement and found a strange pattern, but more than 80% of the pattern was blocked by Garm, which was enough to show how huge its body was.

"Then, then, when will it wake up?" Greywood covered his heart. Every time Garm snored, it was accompanied by thunder and released a lot of death breath, which made Greywood very afraid and his heart was beating.

"It will wake up soon." After Waddell answered Greywood's words, he slowly flew into the basement.

Waddell's height is estimated to be more than 2.5 meters, but compared to Garm, he still looks like a little guy. Wardle stood in front of Garm and tapped the ground with his staff.

An invisible ripple-like air wave spread out along the spot where the staff touched the ground.

When the air wave passed Garm, his tightly closed eyes slowly opened... a crack, a dark red light flashed, and the terrifying momentum swept again. This time, even Angel had to step back a few steps.

However, Garm only opened his eyes a crack, and then closed them again.

Just when they thought Jialmu had fallen asleep again, a lazy voice suddenly came out: "Hey, old man, if you don't stay outside, why did you wake me up?"

This sound did not come from Garm's mouth, but from the top of Garm's head.

A black shadow fell from above Garm's head and came to Wardle quickly and flexibly.

Only then did everyone see that the talking shadow was a miniature hellhound. It looks like a smaller version of Garm, but there is no flame on its body, its black hair is naturally fluffy, and its scarlet eyes are like the finest pigeon blood rubies.

"I'm sending a few people to Molière's land."

The mini hellhound turned its head to look at the door. Its gaze slowly swept across the crowd, sending chills down the spines of those caught by its gaze. Finally, its gaze was fixed on the black feather in Angel's hand.

"Kurando actually gave his feathers to a human." The mini hellhound muttered in a low voice and looked at Wardle: "Who are they?"

Wardell moved his mouth in a low voice, as if he was explaining to it.

As Waddell said, the mini hellhound looked at Angel with suspicious eyes.

Angel couldn't hear what they were saying, but if they just explained their identities, it wouldn't have taken so long, and they probably talked about other topics.

"Did you notice just now, it seems to say - wake up." Popota walked to Angel and said softly in common human language.

Angel nodded, understanding what Popota meant.

In fact, from this "wake up", it can be seen that Wardle's previous statement that he could not leave until Garm woke up was actually false.

Wardle can "wake up" Garm, so Garm can wake up from his slumber at any time.

Angel was even more convinced that if he didn't agree to Wardle's request, Wardle would probably let Garm sleep until the end of time.

After a long time, Waddell finally ended the conversation, and the mini hellhound suddenly turned into a black shadow and came to Angel in an instant.

It stared at Angel curiously. After a while, Angel only heard it mutter in a low voice: "It looks very weak... Kill the true spirit? How did you do it..."

The mini hellhound walked around Angel. Although it didn't show any momentum, Angel still felt a creepy feeling.

After a while, the mini hellhound spit out a stream of black fire without warning and flew towards Angel.

Angel was startled, and was about to use a defensive technique, but before he could make any move, the black fire circled around, got into the black feather in his hand, and disappeared.

The mini hellhound turned into a black shadow, turned and jumped back to Garm's head.

"Okay, if he wants to leave, he can leave at any time. If he wants to come back, he just needs to go to Molière's land with Kulando's feathers, and I will be able to sense it." After saying that, the mini hellhound hit He yawned and said to Waddell in a lazy tone: "I'm sleeping. Don't disturb me in the future."

After saying that, the mini hellhound disappeared, and Garmu, lying on the ground, snored thunderously again.

Waddell came out of the basement at this time: "Jialm has memorized your breath. If you walk in with the black feather, the underground space pattern will transport you to Molière's land. In the future, if you want to come in , you can also take out the Black Feather in Molière, Garm will sense you."

Knowing that they could leave, Grewu and Bobota's eyes showed joy.

Angel nodded to Wardle: "Thank you."

"It's me who should be thanked. If it weren't for Your Majesty the Savior, I would probably go down to accompany my old friend now." Waddell said with a faint smile.

Angel glanced at Wardle and said no more. Instead, he turned to Grave and Bobota and nodded, then walked towards the basement first.

But just after taking a step, Wardell suddenly said: "I almost forgot, there is this."

As Wardle finished speaking, a faint light shone on everyone.

The light fell on them and disappeared.

"What is this?" Angel looked at the place where the light disappeared, but felt nothing.

"The outside world has noticed a lot of attention from the Yuantan Continent. These can temporarily hide the aura of the Yuantan Continent in you." Waddell explained.

Angel was stunned for a moment, but Wardle's words reminded him: "Our appearance in Molière's land like this will probably arouse suspicion, right?"

"Molière's Land is very special. No one has noticed it yet." At this point, Wardle suddenly raised his head and seemed to be looking into the distant void. After a while, Wardle smiled and said: "But now, Moliere The place is quite lively.”