Chapter 1762 Relief

The sewers in every town in Zefeng Continent are as deep and wide as palace corridors.

It is no exaggeration to say that even if seven or eight carriages were traveling side by side, they would not feel crowded at all.

Such a large-scale sewer requires a huge amount of manpower and material resources.

As far as the countries in the current Hefeng Continent are concerned, they certainly cannot spend so much money, nor can they recruit enough skilled craftsmen to complete such a feat.

These sewers are actually ancient relics.

To be more precise, they were all built during the reign of the goblins.

In the dim light, you can see the exquisite carvings on the four walls of the sewer. Although there are slight damages in some places due to age and feng shui erosion, the overall structure is still well preserved.

This is not only a matter of material selection, but also the craftsmen who wrapped the four walls with huge magic when the construction was completed, making it immortal for thousands of years.

This approach may have seemed unnecessary at the time, but it proved the craftsmen’s sincere ingenuity and love for the profession of craftsmanship.

Looking back now, there are only a handful of craftsmen who can truly maintain their pure ingenuity.

More often than not, they become craftsmen for money and fame.

Open a branch, recruit apprentices, and build a reputation. Many people who have spent their entire lives unable to create a magic weapon are regarded as masters because of their superb acting skills and ability to observe people's emotions.

However, some half-finished craftsmen who have spent many years just producing a half-finished enchanted weapon will often take out their half-finished products and show them off in front of others. They often claim to be a rare casting genius that is rare in a thousand years, and even start a sect with the help of a great noble. , upgrade your status to the legendary craftsman level.

This is today’s craftsman!

A bunch of worms chasing fame and fortune!

I took off my gauntlet and gently touched a delicate relief on the wall of the sewer. I kept cursing in my heart the depravity of the craftsmen and the darkness of the world.

On the relief, an old man wearing colorful clothes and playing a piccolo is walking in the middle of the street.

His legs were raised very high, but his steps were very small. His exaggerated and brisk movements were exactly the same as those of a funny clown at the festival.

His expression was very selfless when he played the flute, his eyes were half-open and half-closed, and his expression was either happy or sad, except for the thin line of his lips, which curved in an exaggerated arc, revealing a strange smile.

The meaning of that smile was unclear and complicated. I could only distinguish one of his many emotions, which was ridicule.

But I couldn’t tell whether he was laughing at me, the bystander, or at everything behind him.

Behind him, there are a group of long reliefs, which are a group of mice as tall as a person and hundreds of children with blurred eyes.

Hundreds of children were closely surrounded by more rats, but to me it looked more like they were surrounded by a swarm of rats.

This group of rats had sharp claws and sharp incisors, but they did not attack the children, and they did not even mean to threaten.

They just gathered the children tightly together, walked side by side with them, and followed the pied man playing the flute.

Why does the piped sound of this pied man have such magical power that it can attract mice and children alike?

Where will they go?

Two questions came to my mind in succession. I subconsciously took a step back and moved my gaze forward, looking in the direction in front of the man in colorful clothes.

One step away from the man in colorful clothes, there was a vague-looking village. I could vaguely make out the houses and trees in the village, but I couldn't see more of its details.

It’s not that the relief carvings of the village have become blurred due to the erosion of feng shui. It’s actually that the craftsmen who carved the village didn’t intend for people to see the true appearance of the village clearly, so they carved it blurry.

"Why do you do this?" I was very puzzled: "Do you want to express that this village, like a mirage, does not exist? But if you want to express that it does not exist, you only need to carve a part of it. Why bother depicting buildings and trees?”

"Is it just unnecessary to show off the carving, or does it have a deeper meaning?"

I was puzzled and could only continue to look forward.

However, after the village, it is a different picture.

Compared with the man in colorful clothes playing the flute, this scene is less mysterious, but more crazy.

This is a bald man, wearing a worn-out cloak, red trousers, a wide black belt around his waist, and a sharp short blade wrapped around his right arm. His sharp eyes and short blade exude The sharp cold light is exactly the same.

Around him, there were a group of similarly dressed men and women. Some were drinking and playing, some were talking to each other, and some were looking behind them.

Half an arm behind the man looking back, there is a hooded man carrying a cage, and a half-human with a rat head and a tail.

Surrounding the hooded man and half-human, several gray-haired rats were playing around.

Surrounding the mice, a group of big red dogs were wandering. These big dogs grinned and had fierce faces. At first glance, they were wild breeds.

These big dogs did not play around like mice, but sat quietly on the ground, grinning and looking forward.

Following my gaze, I looked back at the bald man.

Only then did I suddenly realize that this man’s crazy eyes had been looking at these red hunting dogs from the beginning.

After pondering for a moment, I moved my gaze upwards and found that there was a relief figure above the heads of these people. No, it was not a human being, but a moth-like creature with a pair of purple and yellow eyes. Wings, looking down at the crazy crowd like a god.

"What is that?" I wondered: "Is it the god they believe in? Or the totem they worship?"

Once again puzzled, I shook my head and continued to look forward. The relief changed again. This time, the relief was no longer as easy to understand as before, but became an abstract painting that was difficult to understand. It feels a bit like Van Gogh.

After stopping and staring for a moment, I finally gave up the idea of ​​continuing to watch.

If you don’t understand, you just don’t understand. Even if you look at it for a longer time, you still don’t understand. Anyway, not many people come to the sewer. Even if they come, they will only clean the garbage instead of observing the relief. Why don’t I finish the matter first? Then find someone who is well versed in ancient history, tell them about the reliefs here, and then make plans.

After making up my mind, I continued to move forward cautiously while casually looking around the walls to see if I could find more understandable reliefs.

It really paid off.

Right in the middle of the sewer, I once again found a legible relief.

This time, the reliefs are all about women, all kinds of women, some with white skin, some with brown skin, some pure humans, and some semi-humans with human bodies and snake tails.