In the dark cave, apart from the sound of water droplets falling, there were only the sound of footsteps one big and one small.
"Shh."
The addition of alchemy accelerants brightened the brilliance of the torches a bit, and allowed me to see the surrounding furnishings clearly.
The rough cave is obviously not a formal entrance, but it is a vast expanse as far as the eye can see.
The rock wall above the head is even more than 100 meters high, the gray palace group stretches at the end of the viewing angle, and the stairs of gray masonry build the road between the palaces.
Under the palace complex, there are short masonry bungalows, but now there are only broken masonry walls.
This place should have been the relic of a certain civilization, but apparently it was thieves more than once, and there was a stone statue that was inconvenient to remove. The looters left nothing, and the gold skin and gems on the statue were dug clean.
Probably because the level of craftsmanship is not enough or it is too old, the frescoes are already gray and black, and even the scrolls of parchment are too rotten to read.
"Is it empty again?"
The words of the dead cat made my heart tighten. If the target is really stolen by thieves, then it will really be a needle in a haystack.
"...Ask the gatekeeper here first."
Skeletons came out of the ruins one by one, most of them dressed as tomb robbers, but there were still some bird-headed bones.
"Necromancer?"
When I saw the enemy, I was relieved. Among the ruins and ruins, all kinds of undead creatures are the most common.
Looking around, most of the undead are skeletons, low-level skeleton soldiers (civilian version), skeleton shooters, skeleton laborers, but the highest level, I am afraid there are only a few skeleton mages, and there is no lich existence. .
The existence of these things at least means that the ruins have not been cleaned up repeatedly, and there should be valuable items in it.
I am afraid that even if there are high-level undead, there is no wisdom. After all, even if you are lonely like a lich, you will occasionally want to go out for a walk. It is acceptable to stay in this moldy underground for hundreds of years. unacceptable.
Many people think that the undead are stronger as they get older. In a sense, this is an illusion.
Living, increasingly intelligent undead, generally speaking, are less likely to be weak.
"Tsk, it's all weathered. Before extracting the memory, don't break it too much."
The negative energy of the skeleton soldiers in front of them began to dissipate, and the bones were turning into fossils.
It's not that the longer the dead, the stronger it becomes, but the only powerful undead that can live for so long.
The low-level undead without wisdom has been alone for a long time. As the negative energy dissipates, the normal situation will gradually weaken, and even return to dust. If the concentration of negative energy in that area is high, it may also be in a corpse, broken The new undead reappeared in the bones, but it was completely different from the natural undead.
Only those wise undead will consciously gather more negative energy and gradually become more powerful, cunning, and withdrawn.
The skeletal creatures in front of them felt like they were about to fall to the ground when the wind blew, probably because the closed environment here gave them enough shelter.
Such undead guards can bully tomb robbers who don't have much power, but for a necromancer like me, it doesn't make any sense.
A few low-level enslaved undead went down and seized the control of these unowned undead.
I directly extracted the memory from the Soul Fragment, but I frowned.
"The oldest undead was less than a thousand years old, and it crawled out of the wreckage here. At that time, the place was in ruins. Later, the crust changed, and the entrance and exit were even more difficult to find. There are no treasures here, and there is no one at all. coming."
I'd rather encounter an undead bone dragon blocking the road than this kind of situation... If you look for this little by little, if you want to find the Year of the Monkey and the Horse and the Moon, there may be no gain in the end.
And it's even more unsatisfactory to turn around and leave like this.
"I smell the living, who dares to disturb the dormancy of the great Glinka."
On the other side of the palace group, a roar suddenly came out. It was a secret language between souls, and it was the patent of the high-level undead. Judging from the magic power fluctuation and the dragon voice, it seemed to be a bone dragon
And soon, a ghost dragon flew out from the palace group. Although it was a small dragon only less than five meters away, the sound of the dragon hadn't arrived yet.
"The crow's mouth is still useful..."
Two minutes later, the ghost dragon, who was still showing his teeth and claws just now, was lying on the ground with his head covered, and at my "friendly request", he introduced me "excitedly" about the surrounding situation.
"Mirror? Something that shines? Something that shines that can reflect foreign objects?"
This little ghost dragon doesn't seem to even know what a mirror is, but with my "enthusiastic help", he quickly remembered something.
"I seem to have seen it a long time ago, but I couldn't bite it, and then I lost it. I don't know where it is, but it should be here."
Looking at the ghost dragon with a stupid face in front of me, I couldn't be bothered to get angry.
If I extract the memory, it is difficult to figure out the memory that I can't even remember. I don't plan to rummage through this guy's hundreds of years of memory.
So…
"This dragon is still useful, at least it shows that this thing is strong enough to not be afraid of tossing. Then, move it all for me, and find it after digging three feet into the ground."
One by one, the skeleton soldiers got up from the ground, picked up hoes and knives and forks, and started a treasure hunt.
Worrying that the number of people is not enough, I also summoned a group of undead creatures to help the search.
As a senior tomb robber... an adventurer, I haven't experienced things like exploring ruins. Treasures are not like games. They are placed in treasure chests waiting for you to open them, or killed monsters to drop naturally.
That kind of magic fluctuates violently. You can tell it is a good thing at a glance. Most of them are cursed items and traps. No one will wander around with all their belongings. Not less.
Without a certain eye for appraisal, valuable antiques will be regarded as scrap iron in front of them, and I have seen a dozen rookies holding golden gilded copper swords as treasures. Those lucky people who picked up artifacts from grocery stores in legends Son, the premise is that some idiot sells the artifact as rubbish.
Although 99% of this kind of thing is a scam by profiteer bosses to deceive newcomers, there are still several precedents. After all, not every adventurer team will bring senior appraisers, and some goods are originally coming from the wrong way, especially the thieves of nobles. Tomb robbers in tombs are satisfied that they can ship safely, and it is also common to sell good goods at low prices.
"So, have you ever picked up a leak? Have you ever bought a good thing at a low price?"
The dead cat was a little surprised.
"No, I've seen others pick it up, such as Cavens, Cavens, Adam, Adam..."
The more and more I feel that this world is unfair, why are these low-IQ creatures successful in picking up the leaks? I have been repeatedly identified and tested every time, but I have never found any treasure, so...
"So, I opened my own shop in Sulphur Mountain City, specializing in selling those 'unidentified stolen goods' and 'antiques picked up from the catacombs', five hundred silver coins each, and the business was good at the beginning."
"... You can maintain a long-term supply of that kind of mess? You must have arranged a 'winner' trust."
"My antique craftsmanship is pretty good, and then there's the mess that the system gives me..."
Heloise shook her head, and she also guessed what happened next.
"It was revealed later, you can't drive anymore?"
"... No, although it did not turn on later, but that's not the reason."
"What's that? Do you think it's boring?"
"... I accidentally took a look at it. I really sold an artifact for 500 silver. I lost a lot of money. I cried because of the loss, and I couldn't do it any more."
"According to your temperament, you can't think of a way to get it back? Oh, I see, don't tell me it was Adam who bought it?"
I nodded solemnly, this incident has become a shadow of my soul, I have lost at least ten years of sales for a single single, and I will never open a store again.
I chatted with Heloise on and off, but we were also passing the time.
The low-level undead are helping to find it, but I really don't know when it will be found.
"Reflecting fragments" and "hard stones" I gave these low-level undead such crude orders, and they couldn't understand the complicated ones. Skeleton soldiers have already come to me with strange-shaped stones. It seems that this Yes, some have been found.
a year? half a year? But the rare god of luck actually favored me once. After the gravel in front of me was piled up into a hill, within a week, a skeleton laborer who was about to rot brought me the magic mirror.