Without wasting time, Brian continued along the Tauren's territory maze, heading towards the spiral tower.
The so-called spiral tower is actually a wonderful combination of natural wonders and smart buildings in the underground maze.
The huge and ancient stalactite columns, under the sculpting of time, were cleverly hollowed out inside, forming tall and winding tower communities.
These towers stand proudly in the depths of the maze in the dark area, as if they are the guardians of ancient legends and unknown secrets, exuding an indescribable mysterious aura.
This is the heart of the Taurus race, a complex, profound, maze-like field. Even legendary wizards will often lose their way in it without the guidance of prophecy and find a real way out.
The structure of the maze is like a living thing, constantly changing its appearance, challenging the wisdom and patience of every step in.
However, for the Tauren, all this is just a common occurrence.
They are born with perception of the maze that is beyond ordinary people, and no complex maze can restrain their steps.
This innate talent allows them to be almost directly immune to the eight-ring spell "Labyrinth" and even the most exquisite illusions and confusions are nothing but false bubbles in front of them and can be easily seen through.
As the passage Brian was traveling gradually approached a cave with a very high top, the space on both sides gradually became wider, as if he had entered a brand new world.
On the walls, fluorescent fungi grow everywhere in the cave. They emit soft and warm light, like natural lanterns, illuminating the road ahead, allowing Brian to walk freely in it without any obstacles.
While walking silently, Brian did not forget to look at the surrounding environment carefully, and his face showed an interesting look.
These fluorescent fungi not only illuminate the road, but also add a bit of mysterious and fantasy atmosphere.
He couldn't help but exclaim in his heart that compared with the blue sky, white clouds, green mountains and green waters in the surface world, the underground world also has its unique charm.
This is a unique karst karst landform composed of luminous fungi and strange stalactite columns. The rich underground landscapes such as stalactites and stalagmites are even more dazzling.
Every stone seems to tell a thousand-year-old story, recording the vicissitudes and changes of this land.
The stone pillar stood proudly, like an unyielding guardian, supporting the weight of the cave that seemed to carry thousands of years.
They have different shapes, some are as thick as pillars, pointing directly to the sky, showing a majestic momentum, while others are as slender as swords, with sharpness and unstoppable heroism.
The texture of the rock is as mottled as marble, and the gray and white stone looks particularly simple and solemn in the faint light, as if every pattern is telling ancient stories, making people involuntarily intoxicated by the precipitation of this historical precipitation.
However, in this rock, there are shining crystals mixed with sparkling. They are like gems embedded in stone walls, shining with attractive light, which makes people unable to help but stop.
These crystals are either hidden or visible, some are crystal clear, like ice, and some are colorful, like rainbows.
They form a sharp contrast with the surrounding rocks, like the purest existence in the world, making people feel awe.
On the other side of the cave is a large crack surrounded by a large number of marks and glyphs.
Some marks and glyphs seem to tell ancient stories and record the vicissitudes of this land.
They are deep or shallow, clear or blurry, like scrolls of history, presented to you.
On both sides of the crack, there were two piles of heads stacked, and they lay quietly there, some of which were intact and incomplete, and they looked obviously like those used by the people of the bulls to warn the invaders.
In the complex underground maze of the dark area, the Taurus race lived here for generations, and their years were as long and tortuous as passages in the maze.
However, as the power of the Taurus King Bafumi became increasingly stronger, the servants he selected became more and more ferocious and terrifying.
At the same time, the werewolf clusters were domineering in the dark area, and they naturally could not have been unaware of the rise of the Bafumi power.
This keen and cunning force has begun to launch an attack on the territory of the Taurus, causing the feud represented by the two demon lords, Baphim and Jenogu, to ignite a new round of war on the passage deeper into the underground maze.
Brian's pace was rushing and he soon arrived at the core of the underground maze.
Here, he once again discovered a crack with mountains of bones, and the scene was chilling.
There is no doubt that this rift is the passage leading to the spiral tower of the Horned Demon King.
The tower stands on the outer boundary of the underground maze, composed of intricate passages and caves, like a maze in a maze.
Although there are other passages leading to the maze, this entrance is undoubtedly the most eye-catching in the underground maze of the dark area.
It was like a huge mouth, swallowing all creatures that dared to approach and exuded a heart-wrenching breath.
On the cold stone wall around the crack, the mark of Bafumi was like the eye of the underworld, the vicious curse was like a sharp blade, and the names of the gods were written in reverse seemed to protest silently. All of this was written randomly by dry blood, like the wailing struggling in the abyss, telling the misery and despair of this land.
Those who can understand the words of the abyss can see through these obscure words that this place was once a sacred place for worshipping the king of the horned demon, the Taurus Lord Bafumi.
These twisted words are like whispers in the abyss, telling the sacrifices and faith of the past, making people tremble with this twisted faith.
The savage people, these cruel warriors, cut off the heads of the people they killed, and let these innocent souls guard this entrance forever.
Most of those heads came from zombies, and their empty eyes seemed to have a desire for life.
Of course, the heads of other races in the dark areas can also be found here, and they silently tell injustice and sorrow.
These heads, like eternal alarm bells, remind everyone who step into this land about the darkness and cruelty of this land.
Brian retracted his gaze and was about to step into the spiral tower along the passage of the crack, suddenly a burst of rapid footsteps caught his attention.
Brian's expression moved and quietly disappeared into the darkness.
Chapter completed!