When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 654: The Underground Palace Under Tiannu City
The stone door slowly opened, and water drops slid down the wall along the moss, and the pungent smell of dampness, decay and sulfur came to the face.

Wearing flanged wooden clogs on the cold stairs, Otatila placed her hands on her belly, her white tight-fitting dress swaying up and down in the damp wind.

After passing through the tunnel corridor, she stopped and stood in front of the cliff inside the mountain.

No one would have imagined that underneath the Tiannv Palace located on a low mountain, there was actually a huge pit as deep as an abyss, as if it could swallow people into the bottomless hell of fire in one gulp.

The radius of this huge pit is about seventy to eighty meters, and the depth is about thirty meters. A Z-shaped stone staircase leads all the way to the underground.

This huge pit is quite strange. Rather than being a huge pit, it is more like half a tower standing upside down.

With the help of the torch in her hand, Otatila could clearly see that the huge pit was not a regular circle, but a semicircle.

Directly opposite her was an almost vertical cliff, as if someone had split it in half with a sword.

She raised the torch that emitted an orange-yellow light, and the faint smell of pine resin echoed in the air. She didn't wait long before she heard a series of hissing sounds coming from the darkness.

"I want to pass." Otatila said calmly to the abyss in the darkness.

Amid the rustling sound of snakes crawling, a pair of blue spindle-shaped pupils suddenly emerged from the darkness.

"your name."

"Otatila Lee Latavia." Otatila pierced her finger with a needle and squeezed out a drop of blood that fell on the mottled moss-covered stone slab.

The blue snake's tongue swept across the blood. After a while, a cold voice with a whistle came from the darkness: "You can pass."

As guards, these long-tailed lizardmen, or snakemen, have performed their duties conscientiously since Otatira first arrived here.

But she knew very well that when outsiders entered, these terrible snake people would use very cruel methods to eat the flesh and blood of invaders.

Holding the torch tightly, Otatila's knuckles turned slightly white due to the force.

Although her expression remained indifferent, her heartbeat quickened a beat as she walked up the stairs.

In the dull and humid air, in the empty pit, the only sound was Otatila's crisp footsteps.

On this square stone staircase that was half sunken into the rock wall and half suspended in the air, the firelight shone on the rock wall, reflecting a gray-blue luster in the orange light.

When Otatira stepped on the stairs for the first time at the age of thirty, she felt panic and fear, but now when she stepped on the stairs again at the age of seventy, she only felt indifference and indifference.

As the lifelong president of the Witch Council, the first thing Otatira did when taking over was to come here, just like the first thing after the election of the Pope is to put on the triple crown.

Similarly, Ortadella and the Pope must take the secrets of the crypt and the tiara to Hell or Heaven.

Although this is the most important place in Tiannv City, Otatila does not come here often.

After all, Grandma Cynthia is crazy and has never had a good temper.

She could fully understand that anyone who stayed in this dark underground palace for hundreds or thousands of years would go crazy.

Understanding is understanding, but it doesn't mean she can change Cynthia's grandmother's current situation, so Otatila doesn't come often.

But today she had to come.

Under the threat of the jihad in the Lilac Corridor, she needs enough strength to protect herself, but also needs the wisdom and support from this neurotic elder.

The sugar and grain trade, the Thousand Valley relations, the shadow of war, the Sacred Axis, these made Otatila, who was obsessed with maintaining peace in Black Snake Bay, exhausted.

Her original intention was to support Meliati, as an undetectable mind witch, the Thousand River Valley and Black Snake Bay were merged into one, which should be a huge step for Black Snake Bay.

Unfortunately, this credit was taken away by another group of people who disguised themselves as the heretical secret party of the Misera religion, which forced them to continue to share power. With the style of this group of people and their attitude of looking for the Priory of the Scales, Otatira had to suspect that their grandson was actually from the Priory of the Scales.

So she has a certain degree of aversion to the Holy Axis.

Compared to the unfamiliar Horn, she prefers Lulos's daughter, the more familiar Meliati.

But Meliati's attitude was to share power with Horn, which even made Otatila suspect whether the secret letter had been replaced.

Now she had to consider Horn's existence and its impact.

It was not only because of the sugar and grain trade proposed by this saintly grandson and the money-making and political genius he displayed after taking office, but also because of his group of alchemists with nearly 10,000 people under his command.

Even Otatira's Witch Council was unable to control nearly 10,000 alchemists.

According to the existing intelligence, the Savior Army has three witches - Jeanne, who is skilled in lightning magic, Shilov, who is skilled in divination and microscopic magic, and the hermaphrodite witch Horn.

When Otatila first received this information from Pasrick, she was actually skeptical.

Under the rule that "a witch must be a woman", it is too contrary to common sense to believe that a man can become a witch, so hermaphrodites are more credible.

However, Pasrick's own credibility makes the credibility of this information quite low.

However, after confirming it with a letter from Meliati, Otatila finally had to believe it.

The first witch to give birth to a witch, the first hermaphroditic witch, Thousand River Valley is a truly magical place.

The damp and smelly wind blew on her face, waking Otatila from her distraction. She finally arrived at the bottom of the underground palace.

Thin wisps of smoke drifted beneath the low light of the Ortatira torches, illuminating the surrounding jagged rock walls in flickering light.

In the light of the fire, floating shadows were floating on the rocks, and the sound of the wind passed through the cracks in the rocks, making strange noises.

Although there was only a single torch at the moment, one could still see the huge shadow crawling on the circular platform at the bottom of the pit.

Holding up the torch and walking slowly forward, Otatila took a deep breath and said, "Grandma Cynthia, we need blood."

Suddenly, there was a slight commotion at the edge of the fire, and a low breathing sound came from the darkness, heavy and slow.

At the very bottom of the deep pit, under the dim light of torches, a giant creature crawling on the cold ground raised its slender neck and exhaled a breath of hot steam.

The pale red scales seemed to be coated with a layer of amber, reflecting a golden red light under the firelight.

A triangular head, majestic golden snake eyes, and flames occasionally bursting out from the mouth and nose.

This was undoubtedly a giant dragon, a dragon that was thought to have been extinct before the arrival of the Aiel!
The rumor is true, there really is a dragon under Tiannv City.

However, contrary to the rumors, this dragon was not imprisoned or chained, but was able to move its body freely.

Her wings drooped to the ground, covered in dust and cracks.

If the dwarves of the Dragon Cult came here, they would definitely kowtow madly in the name of the dragon, but Otatira just stood straight and said, "We need more blood."

"Blood! Oh, nothing but blood!"

"I will shed all my blood for you!"

(End of this chapter)