Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 33 Sites

Claude never imagined seeing the ruins of a magic tower of such magnitude on this coastal cliff. In Villicro's account, it was said that the site was about the same diameter as its own big red brick house, estimated to be about 45 metres long. But Claude only realized how wide the gap was when he imagined it in his head and saw it in reality.

“This is a castle…” Bok Al was amazed.

“No, I think it's bigger than Renaissance Square.” Erickson said.

Rehabilitation Square, which was the first camp where Sterling IX fired, has now become a memorial square. Before the four men came to Baiyuzhou, yesterday morning, they also attended the Easter celebrations organized by the school. The square, which can accommodate two or three thousand people, is, in their eyes, really big enough.

Vericulo walked under a broken wall, knocking on a rock wall with a stick in his hand: "Claude, look at this. Am I right? This wall is exactly the same as the rock on the mountain road. ”

Indeed, Villicro was right, and you can see from the distance that the stone walls were made of the same material as those giant flat rocks on the mountain road, even though the broken walls were covered with moss and vines, but it was clear from the fracture of the stone walls about a metre thick, the same material. The only difference is that the rocks on the mountain road are flat only on the upward side, and the walls are smooth on both sides of the rock.

The remnants of the site's broken walls are two to three metres high, the shortest half metre high, and the sea breeze brisk day and night, filling the remaining stone walls with moss and white powder condensation with spots.

"These are the end of the salt, the sea breeze brings, the food is edible, it's just a little bitter and hard to say. ”

Inside the site is not a flat ground, but rather a hilly pile of rubble on the left third of the site, from the site to the cliffs outside, is the site of this pile. It's just time to erase all traces. There are already a few low bushes on the rubble pile, and weeds are all over the bottom...

“I really don't understand why this magic tower collapsed. Look at this thick rock as a tower wall. Don't tell me it was blown down by the sea breeze. That's a big joke.” Bok Al slapped a broken wall and thought.

Ericsson grabbed his chin with his hands, frowned, stared at the stone wall, and made a posture that he was studying: "It's impossible for the sea breeze to blow down the magic tower, maybe the tsunami will. But if the tsunami could rise above this cliff and bring down this magic tower, then our White Deer town wouldn't exist. And for centuries, Bai Lu Town hasn't documented any natural disasters like the tsunami, or at most a few occasional storms in August or September.

Apart from the tsunami, the earthquake was the only thing that could harm the tower, but Bai Lu Town had been established for thousands of years and had never been earthquaked. By the way, my father once said that there was also a ruin of a magic tower on Bariama Island. Bariama is a thousand miles away from our town of Bai Lu, there can be no earthquake a thousand miles away just to crumble two magic towers... "

Vericulo laughed: "Hey, you two, come here and put your stuff back on. Don't make excuses for laziness. What are you thinking? My father told me that the tower had been blown down by explosives. ”

Bok Al was disgusted: “How did your father know that this magic tower had collapsed for centuries? How could he say so with such certainty that the explosives had collapsed? What kind of gunpowder would be so powerful to blow up such a sturdy magic tower? ”

Your father was right... Claude thought in his heart that the diary contained a kind of magic crystal explosive powder invented by a magician named Landers, who said he could blow a dirt mountain into a big pit, which was more than enough to blow up this magic tower.

Vericulo shrugged: “I don't know, that's what I asked my father, and he knocked a bag over my head. He said I was benzene dead, and although hundreds of years had passed, the traces left by the explosive explosion would not be eliminated, and look at the broken walls and the rubble pile, obviously the bottom of the magic tower had been damaged by a huge shock wave, so that the body of the tower had collapsed.

You know, my father was a vigilante soldier at Wangdu's Gun Research Institute for two years when he was younger, and he said that he saw more explosions at the Gun Research Institute, and that the marks left behind after the explosion in the room were similar to the ruins of this magic tower, so he could see at a glance if it was the cause of the explosion. As for what you said about gunpowder being less powerful, that's something you've never seen before. My father said that there was an explosion in the Institute's powder warehouse, and the stone walls thicker than this were completely destroyed, leaving only one big pit on the ground... "

“Come on, don't argue about why the tower collapsed.” Claude lit the ground with the stick in his hand: “Are we camping here tonight? ”

“Oh no...” Villicro fingered inside the ruins: “Walk a little further, where my father and I last came to camp. There's wind above this cliff, and there's four walls to keep out the wind, so we're going to camp there. ”

Bok Al and Eriksson came and picked up the bags they had just thrown on the ground, put them back on their shoulders, and the four men continued to walk into the ruins.

It is true that the camp at Villicro's fingertips is a good one, which is the room to the far right of the site, and the four remaining rock walls are about two metres tall, which should be a separate room separated by a magic tower, about twenty square meters. The ground is also flat grey rock, and it is estimated that this room is likely a grocery store or a small warehouse.

One corner of the room was also stacked with firewood piles over a metre high, which Villicro said his father left behind when he came hunting in the winter. When I pulled a piece of wood from the lower level of the firewood pile, I saw that Villicro was satisfied because it was dry. What he was worried about was the thick snow that had accumulated on the firewood the last time they left, the fact that it might get wet when it melted, and two weeks of rain at the end of March, but now it looks like the sea breeze is blowing these piles of firewood dry.

“Looks like we don't need to cut wood anymore.” This saves us a lot of work, "said Villicro. All right, put your backpack and bags down and stay here at night. ”

The three Claudes were also satisfied that the rocky ground in the room was very clean and that the sea breeze had taken all the dust, that there were no gaps between the stone walls and the corners of the ground, and that no bugs and ants could be seen.

“This is where the tent sits?” Boquer asked, referring to the corner opposite the firewood pile, where there were traces of tents on the walls.

“Well, my father and I sat there last time.” Villicro nodded, "Wait, don't do it like last night. I can tear this tent apart. There are three walls, just one top, and we can all sleep underneath. ”

Ericsson looked silly next to him: “Then why is my tent so hard to carry here? You said I'd throw it on the boat...”

Vericulo touched his head and was somewhat embarrassed: "I'm not worried that you're afraid you won't be able to sleep. After all, for you, this is a ruin, with all sorts of horrible legends. So I want to stay in your little tent at night. ”

Eriksson turned around and looked at the wall on all sides of the room: "But the walls in this room are two meters tall. We can't even see how to watch the night outside. Closing a hole in this tent? ”

Vericulo pointed to the firewood pile at the corner of the wall: “I'm going to put your tent up there, where people can sit and see what's going on out there and around them. Besides, you don't need to set up your tent, you just need to set it up in half to block the wind coming from the sea, so it's easy for the Night's Watch to move if anything happens. ”

Now that Villicro says so, everyone can only do it, but when you take firewood, you need to be careful, take it from the outside, you can't smoke it from the middle, lest the firewood collapse and you can't build a tent on it.

Verricolo picked up a couple of sticks from the floor next to the firewood stack: “Good, they're still there, the harder they get, come on, this is the last time my father cut them down for the tent, you guys help me, put them up first. ”

The tent brought by Villicro was simple, with more than a dozen stones tied to a rope around it and thrown to the other side of the broken wall. The tent was pulled flat by the stones tied to the rope. In the blink of an eye, there was a flat roof in the middle of the three broken walls. As for the one that was still empty, the long wooden stick was tied to the broken wall with a rope and supported by a shelf. Such an easy nest appeared.

Verricolo tried the solidity of the wooden pole rack, expressing satisfaction that the sea breeze could not be blown down, even if the wind was bigger, it would not blow the top flat.

Bork Al was curious about the study for half a day: "Vero, you said you and your father were camping here in the winter so that the tent wouldn't be crushed by the snow? ”

Vericulo replied with a smile: "You were right. The snow crushed us once when we first got here, causing us to get up and sweep the snow in the middle of the night. The second time we had experience, we didn't do it this way, we did it the same way. But this time we are four people, it is not winter, don't worry about the snow, it will not rain at night, so don't worry, this is fine, we will leave tomorrow anyway. ”

Claude was ready for lunch, and he said, "Vero, where's the water? ”

Vero pointed down: “About 50 meters down there, there is a spring pool, the water is clear, the heat is warm in the winter, like a hot spring, where I take a bath. ”

So Verikero took Bok Al and Eriksson to fetch the water, and Claude set fire to it and didn't mention it.

After a simple lunch, the four of us discussed how to hunt in the afternoon.

“I'm not going. Let Ike grab the bow, Boa grab his crossbow, Vero grab your own flare gun, you three go. I'll tidy up here and hang around again. I am really curious about the ruins of the magic tower, think about studying them carefully. Perhaps I will find something else wonderful...”

Claude is now ready for three partners to leave early to hunt, so he can go to the basement of the ruins of the Magic Tower and search for what the Landers magician left behind. Although almost six hundred years have passed, it's still an unknown number, but now that you're here, you don't have to look for it, there's a feeling of discomfort. Especially that weird coincidence that gave Claude such a hope in his heart. If his passing and obtaining the magic recipe are destiny arrangements, then it is certain that the stuff of the Landers magician is still there...

“You really don't want to go hunting?” The partners didn't take Claude's big discoveries seriously, but Claude's passion for reading history books for over six months was clear to them, and it's not surprising that this centuries-old ruin of the Magic Tower has curious Claude.

“Well, you guys go ahead, I'll stay here all right, you guys hit a couple of chickens back if you can, and I'll give you a new kind of chicken roast at night, and you'll be satisfied. ”

“Here's the thing, Ike, you left Claude with a defensive weapon. If anything happens, you hit the sky for a day, and we'll be right back when we hear the gunshots.” Villicro finally made his decision.