An excellent master of stealth skills, a professional in shadow power, and a lover of grave digging, Ms. Amber has a wise saying: the road is there, and the door is just an ethereal decoration. All you need is a sprig of celery.
Well, maybe there is no celery in this world, but for Amber, celery is not needed to open the door of an ancient tomb.
With just a little shadow tricks, some knowledge of ancient prohibitions, and a little bit of luck, the half-elf thief easily broke the prohibition in the tomb of Cecil's ancestors. The channel that the card does not know appears in front of everyone.
Then everyone followed Amber into this passage.
The passageway of the tomb made of rocks and soul bricks was much wider than expected. Even heavily armored knights like Gawain and Byron, who were nearly two meters tall, would not feel cramped in the passageway. The walls on both sides of the passageway The infusion lampstands inlaid on the top had been exhausted, but after Hetty cast a few basic spells, these seven hundred-year-old ancient lampstands lit up one after another, indicating the direction of the road ahead.
"I'm really just a little thief, and I usually just stutter," Amber said modestly as she walked in front of the team, "I'm a descendant of the forest elves, and I respect the souls of my ancestors, so why would I just dig a grave?" What about the tomb?"
Gao Wen dismissed her statement: "I'm so proficient, how can I explain?"
Perhaps because she confirmed that her life has been saved, this half-elf with no racial reserve at all is as thick-skinned as the tomb door she just pried open: "Lockpicking and cracking techniques are standard in our profession. , my basic skills are solid, is there something wrong?"
At this moment, Rebecca, who was walking in the middle of the line, suddenly asked, "Are you a citizen of Cecil Territory?"
Amber frowned and thought for a while: "I've lived in this place for several years, but I haven't applied to become a formal citizen, but according to your Cecil's rules, those who have lived in this place for more than three years and paid taxes on time are considered citizens. Min...then do you think I count?"
Rebecca shook her head: "It doesn't count if you don't apply."
"Oh," Amber drew her voice, "then why are you asking me this?"
"I am the lord of Cecil Territory," Rebecca said seriously, "so if you are my subject, I have an obligation to protect you."
Amber: "...then you said this earlier! Is it too late for me to change my words?"
Rebecca looked serious: "It's too late."
Gawain glanced at Rebecca, who had a serious face, and Amber, who had no morals at all, and shook his head amusedly.
Although I was in such a mess when I woke up, the feeling of being human again was much better than the previous bloody state.
He looked at Hetty who was walking behind him. This lady who didn't know how many times he was his great-granddaughter had sneaked his gaze over more than once. Silence meant, so I had no choice but to take the initiative to ask: "Whatever you want to ask, just say it."
Hetty was slightly startled, but quickly took a deep breath and calmed down. She looked at Gawain's face that was exactly the same as that on the family portrait, and carefully chose her words: "Ancestor... I still can't believe it, you really are..."
"That's right, it's really that Gawain Cecil, the pioneer seven hundred years ago. I can recite my life experience for more than thirty years, or ask me to tell you a second time. What about the pioneering era? But to be honest, these alone may not prove anything. An excellent historian may be more credible than what I said. After all, I am not very eloquent." Gao Wen shrugged, "You Just want to confirm my authenticity?"
"Please forgive my doubts," Hetty said hastily, "but it's a bit... Although there are stories about the resurrection of heroic spirits from ancient times to the present, it's another matter to see it with your own eyes. I heard that there are some paladins and Silvermoon elves can feign death for several years or even decades, relying on the power of holy light and elf secrets to preserve their soul and vitality, but I have never heard that human knights can do the same thing, let alone... You have been dead for seven hundred years."
"To be honest, I don't know what's going on," Gao Wen said shaking his head. Although he really wanted to make up a logical and convincing theory on the spot to bluff the great-great-great... great-granddaughter in front of him, but no matter what Whether it was from his own knowledge or from Gawain Cecil's memory, he couldn't find a usable theory, so he simply admitted that he couldn't explain all this, "Maybe it has something to do with what I experienced before I was alive. You You know, I once received elemental blessings when I led the ancestors to open up the wilderness, and this probably changed my physique."
"Is that so..." Hetty said noncommittally, then suddenly raised her head and looked at the road ahead.
"There is an air current," she said in a low voice, "and there is a different magic element reaction, the front should be the end of the mausoleum area."
Gawain nodded, and at the same time clenched the Pioneer Sword in his hand—an inexplicable palpitation made him feel that the front might not be safe.
"Be vigilant," Knight Byron, who was walking in the front with Amber, seemed to have sensed it too. He drew out his fine steel broadsword, and brushed the sword with his other hand at will, and the blade immediately raised a layer. There was a slight silver light, "You three, pay attention to protecting the back."
There was a sound of metal rubbing, and the three soldiers were ready to fight. Although they were only the most basic fighting professions, after all, they survived the battle against monsters and were carefully cultivated by the Cecil family. The fearlessness and composure on their faces at the moment quickly calmed the nervous Huber and the little maid Betty who was protected in the middle of the team.
Although the passage of the tomb is deep and long, it always comes to an end. The soul-restraining stone bricks inlaid every ten meters on the stone walls on both sides are the signs of the mausoleum area. I found a slightly open place like a crossroads.
This is the junction of the mausoleum area and the underground area of the castle, and it is also the transportation hub leading to those ancient dark passages.
Amber pointed to one of the forked roads at the "crossroads": "I got in from there. It leads to a dry well outside the castle, but that side must have been occupied by monsters now."
Gawain looked at Heidi: "Which side is west?"
Hetty stretched out her hand to outline a simple magic rune in the air, and the rune then turned into a glowing streamer, wobbly pointing in a certain direction.
"It's over there." Gao Wen said, but the moment he finished speaking, a sense of crisis suddenly hit his heart.
There was no time to think about it. This experienced body reacted one step faster than his thoughts. Gawain almost subconsciously raised the pioneer sword to block it, and immediately felt a hammer blow. The impact came from the blade.
His body swayed slightly, and then stabilized his figure, and the attacker finally appeared in front of everyone—accompanied by an indistinct, murmur-like sound, three shaky tall figures emerged from the intersection. Walked out of a dark corridor!
That is not the appearance that any creature in nature can have, but more like the monsters cobbled together by the evil creativity of necromancers and demon warlocks. They are nearly three meters tall, like shriveled and deformed giants, but However, their bodies are formed of amorphous substances that flow like mud. Those mud-like things undulate on their body surfaces, and even reveal huge cavities from time to time, and in the cavities, you can see blood red skeleton.
"Ah!" The moment she saw these three monsters, Rebecca let out a short exclamation, and Betty quickly bit her lips, as if she would cry out of fright at any moment, Hetty raised her staff With a heavy landing on the ground, a weak detoxification technique was activated, offsetting the fear effect of the monster on everyone, and at the same time she quickly said to Gawain: "Ancestor, these are the monsters!"
At this time, Gao Wen had woken up from the shock of seeing the inhuman monster for the first time, and the corresponding memory appeared in his mind: "It turned out to be these things?!"
At this moment, the three monsters had already launched an attack again. They kept murmuring as if in a dream. At the same time, two of them rushed towards Gawain and his party with great strides. The remaining monster raised its arm, and a dark energy arrow shot Then it condensed in front of its arm, and flew straight to Amber standing at the front of the team in the next second!
"Wow!" Amber let out a short exclamation, and the whole person shrank into the shadow behind Knight Byron in an instant, and appeared in another shadow ten meters away in the next moment, while Knight Byron raised his silver-filled Hui's broad sword, after a roar, took the initiative to meet one of the rushing monsters.
"Heidi, Rebecca, get rid of the one who can shoot Shadow Bolt! Try not to use arcane magic, as arcane magic is almost useless against these things! Amber, you and the soldiers protect the caster!" Gawain shouted Dao, then waved the long sword, bit the bullet and rushed forward.
He never wielded a sword to fight anyone.
He had never seen anything inhuman.
Although he has experienced rebirth through time travel, he has only stood on this foreign land with his own legs for the first time until today.
So he didn't know at all what he could do at this moment with the fighting instinct left in his body and the fighting knowledge in his mind that didn't belong to him at all, plus an ancient long sword that had lost its magic power degree.
But many times, fate will not give you the right to choose.
You stand here, the monster stands there, there is no way around you, and all you have is an antique sword that is 700 years old. You could have a shield, but the shield was a hundred years ago. What else can you do in such a situation when you have been wiped out by a prodigal son
Damn it, damn it!
Isn't it a distortion
Gawain Cecil seven hundred years ago, one person could beat a hundred of them!
There are only three today, can't it be solved