Chapter 119: The Three Forks

  Boom, boom, boom, the heavy battle-axe struck the wall of the cyan corridor, a pale blue magical flame burned without heat, illuminating the surrounding walls and the people around him. The relic confirmation team was trapped in a magical trap, with no choice but to stay put and think about how to escape. Even the expert in relic exploration among them couldn't figure out how they had walked into the magical trap. This corridor was just a small part of a massive magic array, where the fluctuations of magic were constantly surging, even great mages didn't know which wave of magic had triggered the activation of the magical trap. Now that they were trapped here, the temporary teleportation stone in their hands was dark and dim, meaning they couldn't leave by teleporting.

  The two sides of the corridor were deep and dark, although it seemed like there was no way out in them, but they could keep walking. However, the purposeful Minotaur obviously didn't mean to do so, since he had already realized that this was a trap, so it's better not to waste any more physical strength.

  "Can't you stop hammering already?" The brown-haired short swordsman said to the scar-faced warrior who was continuously striking with his battle-axe: "Even the lord of the castle can't break through this wall, what's the point of continuing to strike? Besides making noise, it's useless. With all your strength, why not sit down and think about how to get out of this endless corridor?"

  "It's always better to do something than nothing." Scarface wiped the sweat from his face and said to the crowd sitting around the fire: "I couldn't bear the silence just now, in this kind of environment if you don't speak, you'll go crazy. When I was in U?a before, I was trapped with a few people in a dark tunnel due to a landslide, two young men went mad like that."

  The scar-faced warrior finished speaking and ignored the short warrior, continuing to pound the wall with the back of his battle-axe. However, the cyan-gray brick wall did not show even a hint of cracking under the blows. Although only four sides were sealed off, it formed an inescapable airtight room without any discount.

  "It must be the magical fluctuations here that are interfering with the connection between the transmission stone and the external magic array." The white-bearded old man, whose face had few wrinkles, stroked his staff, which was placed flat on his knees, and said to the Minotaur leaning against the wall with his eyes closed: "Otherwise, we would have been able to transmit out, and as long as we can get out, I will be able to study how to break this trap."

  The Minotaur did not react to the old man's words. He simply closed his eyes, lost in thought, and remained seated from the time they settled down, except for the initial attempt to punch a hole in the wall with great force.

  "Lord of the castle, have you given up?" The gray-haired young man in black leather armor, resembling an assassin, asked the silent Minotaur: "You're not the kind of person who gives up easily, just because you can't break through the wall. We still have many ways to think!"

  "The master won't give up!" The black-haired girl, hearing the gray-haired assassin's words, sat up straight and let go of the white, tender arm that was hugging the cow-headed man's sleeve. She shook her small fist at the gray-haired assassin and shouted: "The master is just thinking of a way, he's much smarter than you guys!"

  "Rui, do you know what this is?" At that moment, the Minotaur took out an envelope from his bosom and spoke to the old man with a white beard. The Minotaur, who had been silent all along, suddenly opened his mouth, causing the raven-haired girl, who was still talking about the Minotaur's merits, to stop her lengthy speech.

  "Of course, this is what I gave you." Rize nodded and said: "I remember telling you that if we are forced to separate in the ruins, there may be an illusion that looks very much like a real person. At that time, we will have to rely on this thing to identify each other, and everyone in the team has one."

  The great magician, Reith, gave everyone an envelope before entering the ruins. Inside this envelope were six mysterious phrases and their corresponding correct answers. Reith also told them that after they got separated and reunited, they would open this specially sealed envelope to confirm each other's identities using riddles to determine if someone was an imposter.

  "But we've always been together." The black-haired girl looked at the Minotaur and said, "Could it be that someone has replaced the people here with impostors while we weren't paying attention?"

  "Can you tell me what's written inside, Rize?" The Minotaur didn't respond to the black-haired girl's words and instead looked at Rize with a smile, saying: "I think it's something you wrote yourself, so you should know what's written inside. Or is it... that even you don't know?"

  "What are you talking about?" The scar-faced warrior, who had been banging on the wall, stopped his meaningless banging and walked over to the fire pit, saying: "We've never been separated before, and with your perception, how could someone possibly replace a member of our team without making a sound? Are you being too sensitive?"

  "When did I ever tell you that my perception was sharp?" The Minotaur looked at the Scarface warrior with a smile and said, "This place is really well done, even I was deceived by it. Everyone's performance... no... to be precise, it's just like what I had in mind, such a perfect dream is simply flawless."

  "Lord of the castle, what do you want to say?" The gray-haired assassin looked at the Minotaur and asked: "Do you mean to say that all this is a dream? How can there be such a realistic dream?" The gray-haired assassin's words were acknowledged by everyone, who nodded in agreement. After all, in normal cognition, dreams are mostly bizarre and rarely have scenarios that conform to common sense.

  "So you tell me, what's in this letter?" The Minotaur waved the envelope in his hand and said: "I won't look at the contents of the letter, and I believe that even if I did, I wouldn't be able to see anything, because not even I know what's inside. How can dreams possibly manifest themselves?"

  The white-haired old man was stunned by the Minotaur's words, and everyone else seemed to have stopped moving, as if time had frozen. Suddenly, a black whirlpool appeared in front of the Minotaur, effortlessly sucking him in.

  Mo Yan opened his eyes and stood up from the position against the wall. At this time, he was in front of a fork in the road. Claud, Aruba, and Regal were still lying beside him. Not far away, Jones and Rites, who were exploring the fork, heard the sound behind them and hurried over.

  "I didn't think you'd wake up so quickly." Rize looked at Mo Yan and said, "I was just thinking about how to wake you up. Now that you're awake, things are much easier. Your magical resistance is a troublesome thing. It seems that the guardian of this ruin is protecting something very important. A dream trap as intricate as this one is actually placed at the beginning, I wonder what other things are waiting for us later."

  "How did we get here." Mo Yan turned his head and looked back at the direction they came from, asking Ritz: "I only remember that we were advancing in the corridor, and what's with that dream trap? When I heard in my dream that I was caught in a magic trap, I knew something was wrong. The magic spirits have always been repelling me."

  Mo Yan's magical resistance is very high, so high that even the magic spirits dislike him. Although this makes Mo Yan unable to use magic, it also makes him immune to magical damage, and even the powerful magic of the black dragon can only burn off a bit of his hair. Magical traps that rely on magic spirits are even less likely to harm Mo Yan. As long as Mo Yan is within a magic circle, it will not work, which is also why Riz doesn't give Mo Yan a transmission ball.

  "It was Jones who brought you here." Riesz explained to Mo Yan, "As for that dream trap, I don't know much about it either. I've only seen records of it in some ancient ruins. It uses a different kind of power, not relying on magic spirits, so resistance to magic is useless against it."

  "Don't you understand?" Mo Yan said, feeling a bit relieved after hearing Ritz's words: "If skills like this are everywhere, then my magic resistance would be completely useless. Not only can I not learn magic, but I also can't defend against such unprovoked attacks."

  After Mo Yan woke up, Riesz used the magic of shocking souls on the three people who were still in a daze, waking them up from their dreams. Apparently, everyone's dreams were not the same. Claud and Regal took a while to realize that everything was just a dream after they woke up. Aruba even rushed towards Mo Yan with an axe after waking up, until he was knocked down by Mo Yan's punch and realized that the scene here was different from the one in his dream.

  They have now passed the first trap of the ruins. In front of them are three forks in the road, and above each of the three gates is a line of strange text. Although each character is unrecognizable when looked at separately, when they are connected together, everyone who sees it can understand what it means.

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  Collecting and recommending, I found a job and need to adjust the update schedule. There's only one chapter today, sorry about that.