"Cough cough..." A violent cough suddenly sounded on the other end of the dust. Roy hurried over and found that the witch hunter was leaning against the corner of the wall, his leather armor was blown into pieces like a beggar.

The exposed arms, chest, and thighs were covered with tiny wounds scratched by gravel and charred scalds. They were covered in dust and had a terrible image.

Just don't die!

The alchemy potion was exhausted, but there were three calendula potions left, which came in handy.

"Resor, how do you feel? Where did you get hurt?"

"Cough..." The witch hunter took a moment to recover, his eyes passed through the white dust fog, and he was still scared, "It's okay... Cough cough... It seems like a broken rib, the right leg bone... Cough... I never thought that I was famous for my life, and I was almost blown to death by myself."

"You are so close," Roy looked surprised. He was hit hard even though he was so far away. The witch hunter could survive. "If it were an ordinary person, he would definitely be dead without a complete corpse!"

"The Kunen Seal that was trapped when I killed the evil ghost has not disappeared yet, otherwise I should have gone underground to see my comrades."

The witch hunter suddenly asked, "Are you okay?"

"I'm far away and escaped by chance." Roy painted some blood on his ear and stretched it to the witch hunter's eyes. "But I'm not feeling well. Look, all the seven holes were blown away."

"I've never seen a guy who bleeds like Qi Kong and is as lively as you."

“…”

The two of them rested for a long time until the white mist dissipated, and the originally dull and narrow cave showed completely different scenes.

The violent vibration of the nest explosion did not affect the passage ahead, but instead caused the rock wall on the left side of the cave to collapse, revealing a strange secret room.

Behind the rock wall, there is another cave.

"Is this the legendary disaster that will last forever?" Roy slowly entered the secret room with the limping demon hunter.

The space is not large, similar to the single bedroom in an ordinary hotel, but the overall style and layout are very different from the roughness and unevenness of the mine cave. It is obviously carefully polished and crafted, smooth and detailed.

If there are people living here, the rooms are empty, without any furniture, and not even a bed.

What’s even more strange is that the rock wall was sealed at the beginning, which means there is no road leading to the outside world. Living inside means that you can only starve and wait to die?

"Which boring guy was the one who built an empty secret room in such a dark mine?"

Roy couldn't help but feel disappointed. He thought there would be some adventure or something.

"According to me, this should be the residence of a certain warlock." The witch hunter asserted, "Only warlocks who can open the portal can come and go freely."

With the help of the boy, the witch hunter slowly came to the most eye-catching room, facing the huge smooth wall facing the entrance.

The rough big hand gently stroked the wall, and almost instantly the snake pendant hanging around his neck began to shake strangely. This time the vibration was different from being as weak as a villain, but was full of power and inspiring.

"Is there something wrong with this wall?" Roy learned to fumble through the witch hunter, but the touch was hard. This was a real stone wall.

"I can't figure it out any tricks anymore. The wall was cast by the warlock, and there was only some magic-blocking gold powder left."

Resso tinkered from the broken potion belt around his waist, and after a while, he took out a handful of gray powder, which was the public enemy of the warlock, and the material for refining anti-magic metal bombs.

With a wave of his hand, the powder was applied to the blank wall. The entire wall suddenly looked like paper soaked in water, and vivid and bright colors were seeped out from the inside.

The two looked at each other and started to act together.

When the last corner of the wall was stained with powder, the waves like water marks spread to both sides, as if slowly opening a scroll, a vicissitudes of life, and the ancient mural was completely revealed in front of the two of them.

The two remained silent and read from left to right.

At the beginning of the mural, an elf with sharp ears and thin necks and a crown wearing a crown, standing on the platform, in front of the throne, opens his arms to welcome the elf people crawling on the ground like a tide under the steps.

Everyone bowed and bowed.

Roy's fingertips touched the wall lightly, and in the cool touch, a strange wave spread along his fingertips from the mural into his body.

Suddenly, his body shook, as if he suddenly teleported from the secret room to the mural, becoming one of the countless elves kneeling down on the steps.

He stared at the majestic and sacred emperor above, as if he was staring at the boundless sea and the unattainable peaks.

He became a tiny ant and a humble witness.

...

Sobering from a brief loss of consciousness, Roy couldn't help but turn his gaze to the second mural. The elf king waved his blood-red sword, behind him was a tide of soldiers responding, and in front of him was a group of vicious and hateful "invaders".

"Is this a human?"

Roy frowned. Judging from his body shape and appearance, the group of "invaders" should be humans, and they were deliberately vilified. His face was ferocious and distorted, and his whole body was filled with evil spirits.

Next, blood and flames covered the earth, the magnificent kingdom turned into ruins, and elves were corpses everywhere. Human executioners stood on the ruins, and under the long sword, the neck of the elf king was erected.

In the last mural, an elf threw down his sword, pulled a longbow full of runes, and shot towards the sun in the sky. The injured sun shone countless dark blood rains, and the blood rain penetrated into the earth. A mysterious and delicate plant swayed with green leaves and waists to take root and sprout.

After reading the mural, Roy fell into a long silence, and it seemed that some kind of invisible secret spell was imposed in his mind, one lifelike and extremely shrill war scroll flashed quickly.

Gradually, his eyes turned red, his nose was gasping, and his fists were clenched and he fell into a state of madness!

"Bang--" The witch hunter slapped over, Roy screamed because of the thrust, then grinned and touched his red face, his eyes returned to clearness.

"Resor, you can't do it lightly?"

"Cough cough... I'm taking a severe medicine." The wound on the witch hunter began to suck again, and he took a naughty breath, "A step later, I'm afraid you'll commit suicide."

"This mural..." Roy wanted to speak but stopped. He had learned the truth about the history of the world, but he still had to listen to the idea of ​​the witch hunter first.

"There is no doubt that these murals record a history of humans and elves." The witch hunter told the story, "In legend, humans were not the indigenous people of this continent, but drifted from the other side of the distant ocean, massacred many ancient races, including elves, and eventually ruled the entire world."

"After all, the legend is just a legend. The human kingdom stands tall in the world. Maybe it has tampered with many historical documents and buried countless truths. It is impossible to tell which one is right and who is wrong now. Anyway, most humans do not think they are invaders and have seized the residence of ancient races."

"So what do you think?" Roy asked suddenly.

"Me?" Resou touched his nose, "There is no race world for witch hunters. You should know that most of the Cat School's witch hunters were elves."

"No matter what history is, the witch hunter just needs to keep the principle."

In fact, Roy knew very well.

Humans did smuggle from other continents, and many of their major cities, including Vigima and Novigri, were built on the ruins of the Elf Kingdom.

However, the elves of this world, or the Iron Hidi tribe, also smuggled from other worlds on white ships/white ships, massacred the indigenous people, and ruled the mainland for a long time.

If you think about it seriously, dwarves and goblins are the indigenous people of this continent, and now most of them have been forced to live in seclusion in the corners of the mountains.

By the way, Mahakan was also part of the Elf Kingdom at the time.

It is not difficult to understand that the appearance of the elves secret room in the mine tunnel.

He guessed, "Maybe some resentful elf wizard built this secret room and kept the 'historical record' for later generations to learn about human atrocities."

Resso nodded and shook his head,

"Not necessarily. At least the main purpose of this mage is not to record the history of their ancestors, but—"

The witch hunter struggled to support his body, knocked on the mural, and suddenly pushed forward his palm, pressed on the mural, and swallowed his breath, a rapid sound of wind exploded in the air.

Roy's eyes narrowed, but he saw the mural under the palm of the demon hunter being pushed down by an Alder seal, and the space behind the mural became different when the dust flew.
Chapter completed!