As the heavy stone door was slowly closed under the impetus of the ancient spell, the power of magic traveled along the wall and the grooves on the ground, forming a closed energy cycle, and the nightmarish world outside seemed to be completely isolated. .
You can't hear the roar of the captain of the guard, you can't hear the screams of the injured and dying people, and you can't hear the roars and roars of those terrifying monsters. All the sounds are blocked by heavy and thick stones and steel. Knowing that this barrier is only temporary, but in this moment of tranquility, Rebecca still couldn't help but let out a long breath—it would be great if the hell outside was really just a nightmare.
However, in the next second, Rebecca shook her hair vigorously, throwing away all the weak thoughts that came to her mind. Thick rocks and steel cannot bring real long-term security, but may weaken her will and make her indulge in this short-term illusion of security. Thinking of this, the young heir of the Cecil family couldn't help but clenched the already dim staff tightly, hoping that this weapon would bring him more courage.
The voice of family knight Byron Kirk came from behind: "Master Viscount, the passage has been sealed, and those monsters should not be able to enter for a short time."
Rebecca glanced back at this loyal knight. His steel armor was covered with scars, and there was a small dent on his breastplate. On his short gray hair, there was a clear patch of scars. The scorched marks—they were burned out by Aunt Hetty with a big fireball in order to save the knight from the mouth of a monster. The situation at that time was extremely thrilling. If it weren't for the blessing of the god of luck, this knight who had served his family for twenty years might have turned into a corpse.
Of course, Rebecca wasn't sure if it was because Aunt Hetty's well-known "magic never hits people" physique was working...
"Thank you, Knight Byron," Rebecca lowered her eyelids to hide the tiredness in her eyes, "at least we can take a breather."
Then she turned her head and looked at the few people left around her: three soldiers were holding torches to guard the surroundings, Aunt Hetty was holding a burning fireball in her hand and carefully looking at the wall at the end of the stone hall, and the one who followed in a daze The little maid, Betty, was holding onto the frying pan she had carried all the way, timidly hiding behind the soldiers, and was looking at this place curiously with a pair of big flickering eyes.
Counting herself and Knight Byron, these seven people might be the last survivors now—those who stayed on the surface could not survive.
After confirming everyone's condition, Rebecca couldn't help but pay attention to the situation of this stone hall.
This is a place with a long history. Cobwebs and thick dust can be seen everywhere in the rectangular stone hall. Some rotten utensils are piled up at one end of the hall. Although they are old, they can still be seen. and luxury. On the walls around the stone hall, you can still see well-preserved murals and reliefs. Although the murals have faded and the reliefs are slightly worn, they still do not affect viewing.
Heidi Cecil carefully looked at those murals and reliefs for a long time. Compared with the flamboyant and frivolous styles that emerged in modern times and originated from the northern countries, all the decorations in this stone hall are solemn and simple, with a clear "First Dynasty" atmosphere, and the murals are used to depict heroes or customs The reliefs are engraved with mythical and legendary scenes and abstract symbols of gods. As a knowledgeable spellcaster, Hetty is very good at deciphering useful things from these ancient pictures.
Looking at the contents of those murals and reliefs, Hetty couldn't help but put her left hand on her chest and whispered, "May the ancestors forgive..."
"Aunt Hetty," Rebecca held the staff and came to Hetty's side. The young girl's face was a little nervous. Until now, she seemed to finally realize what kind of place she had stepped into, and felt a little uneasy. Get up, "Here..."
"This is the place where the ancestors of the Cecil family slept," Hetty said seriously, "Don't do anything rude."
Rebecca swallowed, and looked around: "It seems that no one has been in for a long time..."
"Since the Marquis of Grumman took the sacred objects from the ancestral tomb without authorization and participated in the rebellion that almost led to the destruction of the family a hundred years ago, this place has been completely sealed off. Everyone in the descendants of the Cecil family knows the opening The method here, but because of the family order, no one dares to enter unless it is a life-or-death situation." Hetty took a deep look at Rebecca, "We are the first batch of people to step here in a hundred years. "
"Now it is indeed the 'life-and-death moment'..." Rebecca took a deep breath, "The ancestor will forgive us, right?"
Hetty smiled stiffly. She couldn't answer this question, so she could only follow the instructions on the murals and continue to search for the mechanism to open the deep tomb.
It didn't take much effort for her to find the special stone pillar, and then put her hand on the top of the stone pillar, pressing down slightly.
The stone door leading to the deep tomb immediately vibrated slightly, and then the entire stone slab slowly rose upward amidst the sound of friction.
But at the moment when the stone door was raised, Rebecca heard a strange sound coming from behind the stone door—the sound of objects falling to the ground came from behind the door, followed by an uncontrollable exclamation.
"There's someone inside?!" Hetty also reacted immediately, and shouted in a low voice, "Byron!"
The knight didn't wait for more orders, and charged towards the direction of the stone gate with his long sword tightly grasped. The other three warriors followed closely behind. Without looking back, he ordered the confused little maid: "Betty! Find a place to hide!"
As soon as she rushed into the tomb, Rebecca saw the Knight Byron who had rushed in before slashing at a nimble petite figure with a sword.
That petite figure rushed left and right around Knight Byron like a gust of wind, and from time to time it turned into a cloud of black smoke and escaped into the ubiquitous shadow area in the tomb. Her power to manipulate the shadow and the agility of her footwork made Rebe It was an eye-opener for Ka - usually I really don't see a few stalkers who can entangle with Knight Byron for so long. However, as the remaining three soldiers completed the encirclement, and Hetty blocked the door of the tomb with flames wrapped in his hands, that agile figure completely lost the space to escape, and fell to the ground in a state of embarrassment.
It was only when she stopped that Rebecca could see the appearance of the intruder—it was a girl who looked about her age, but shorter than herself. Xiuli, although there are many stains on her face, she can still be seen as a beauty. The most eye-catching thing is the other party's ears, which are pointed, but not as long as elves, which is enough to explain her blood: a half-breed elf.
But it is impossible to judge what her other half blood is. After all, the blood of elves is so powerful that basically no matter whether humans or orcs are mixed with elves, their racial characteristics are similar.
As soon as the half-blood elf girl landed, the knight Byron stepped forward and put his long sword on the opponent's neck, and the remaining three soldiers immediately surrounded her. The three sharp swords blocked all the opponent's escape routes.
"Who are you! How dare you break into the Cecil family's ancestral tomb?!" Hetty strode forward with uncontrollable anger in her tone. For a noble descendant like her, the ancestral tomb was robbed The fact that the thief patronized her was enough to make her rage—if word got out, the Cecil family's shaky reputation would probably be ruined.
Rebecca also stared at the half-breed elf—although this unexpected incident made her a little confused, but an outsider appeared in the ancestral tomb that was a forbidden place, which in itself made her angry enough.
The half-elf girl was held down by the long sword and glared at by Hetty and Rebecca, her voice trembled immediately: "Wait... wait a minute! I haven't stolen anything yet!"
The long sword in Byron's hand suddenly pressed down again: "You are so courageous!"
As soon as the knight finished speaking, he heard a strange crackling noise suddenly coming from the black steel coffin in the center of the tomb. The strange noise immediately reached everyone's ears, and everyone including Rebecca The son quieted down.
A moment later, Rebecca was the first to react. A fist-sized fireball emerged from the top of her staff, pointing at the half-kneeling half-blood elf: "What did you do to our ancestors?!"
The half-elf girl was really about to cry this time: "Don't... don't kill me yet! Compared with this coffin board of your ancestors, it can't be held down!"
Accompanied by the crying voice of the half-elf girl, the noise in the black steel coffin became louder and louder, and even the coffin lid visibly vibrated.
"Ancestor!" Hetty's face paled suddenly. It was the first time for this lady who was always known for her dignity and elegance in the aristocratic circle to lose her composure. "Please rest in peace! Those who disturb you will be punished..."
The half-elf girl yelled: "What's the use of talking nonsense at this time! Hurry up and suppress the coffin boards of your ancestors!"
The three soldiers looked at each other, and even Byron was dumbfounded, but at least Rebecca came to her senses at this time, and she rushed to the platform where the coffin was placed, and at the same time, the coffin lid had been completely pushed back. Open, a hand also poked out from the gap.
Seeing this, Rebecca picked up the staff without saying a word, swung it round and smashed it down: "Master Ancestor! Rest in peace!!"
That hand was smashed back into the coffin on the spot, and at the same time there was a cry of pain from inside the coffin: "Who the hell hit my hand!"
Rebecca raised her head in a daze, and saw her family knight, aunt, and three warriors staring at her dumbfounded.
Rebecca looked down at the staff in her hand, and it was her turn to cry this time: "Auntie, am I a bit disrespectful to my ancestors..."
However, Hetty suddenly yelled: "Rebecca! Get out of there!"
Rebecca was taken aback: "Aunt?"
"This may be the resurrection of the undead!" Hetty's face turned pale, "Perhaps the monsters on the surface... corrupted the sacred remains of the ancestors!"
This possibility immediately made Rebecca break out in a cold sweat, and just as she was about to jump off the platform and hide behind the soldiers, the heavy cover of the black steel coffin was pushed up again—and this time the people in the coffin used With all his strength, the entire coffin lid was pushed away!
Then, a man with short light brown hair, a heroic and majestic face, and wearing ancient aristocratic costumes sat up from inside.
The half-kneeling half-blood elf girl turned her head to see this scene, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh: "Look, your ancestors have completely cheated this time."
(Double updates on the first day, and then the rhythm of double updates on the next day should be maintained... After all, I belong to the model with slow code words...)