Chapter 6 What Is This?

Excellent stealth master, shadow power professional, and grave digger Miss Amber has a wise saying: The road is there, the door is just an ethereal decoration, as long as you put aside the psychological problems, even the door of the royal treasury All you need is a celery.

Well, this world probably doesn't have celery, but for Amber, it doesn't need celery to open the door in an ancient tomb.

With a little shadow trick, some knowledge of ancient prohibitions, and a little luck, the half-elf thief easily cracked the prohibition in Cecil's ancestral tomb, a line connecting Hetty and Rebe A channel unknown to the card appeared in front of everyone.

Then everyone followed Amber into the passage.

The tomb passage made of rocks and rejuvenating bricks is much wider than expected. Even heavy knights like Gawain and Byron, who are nearly two meters tall, will not feel narrow and cramped in the passage. The walls on both sides of the passage The infusion lampstands inlaid on them have been exhausted, but after Hetty cast a few basic spells, these seven hundred-year-old ancient lampstands still light up one by one, indicating the direction of the road ahead.

"I'm really just a little thief, I usually stutter," Amber walked in front of the team, and said humbly as he walked, "I'm a descendant of the forest elves, and I respect the ancestors very much, how can I dig graves What about the tomb?"

Gao Wen dismissed her statement: "I'm so proficient at this, how dare you explain it?"

Perhaps confirming that her life has been preserved, this half-elf with no racial restraint at all is as thick-skinned as the tomb door she just pried open: "Lock-picking and cracking techniques are standard in our industry. , I have solid basic skills, is there something wrong?"

At this time, Rebecca, who was walking in the middle of the line, suddenly asked, "Are you a citizen of Cecil's territory?"

Amber frowned and thought for a while: "I have lived here for several years, but I have never applied to become an official citizen, but according to the rules of your Cecil land, those who have lived for more than three years and paid taxes on time are considered citizens. People...then do you think I count?"

Rebecca shook her head: "It doesn't count without an application."

"Oh," Amber stretched her voice, "then why are you asking me this?"

"I am the lord of Cecil's territory," Rebecca said seriously, "so if you are my territorial, I have an obligation to protect you."

Amber: "...Then you said this earlier! Is it time for me to change my mind now?"

Rebecca looked serious: "It's too late."

Gawain glanced at Rebecca, who had a serious face, and then at Amber, who had no integrity at all, and shook his head amusingly.

Even though I woke up in such a mess, the feeling of being a human again was much better than the previous hellish state.

He looked at Hetty who was walking behind him. This lady, who didn't know how many great-granddaughters he was, had sneaked her eyes more than once. He had been waiting for the other party to take the initiative to speak up, but he saw that the other party had not broken it yet. The meaning of silence, so he had to take the initiative to ask: "What do you want to ask, just say it."

Heidi was slightly startled, but she quickly took a deep breath to calm down. She looked at Gawain's face that was exactly the same as the family portrait, and chose her words carefully: "Ancestor... I still can't believe it, you really are... …”

"That's right, it's really that Gawain Cecil, the pioneer from seven hundred years ago. I can recite my life experience of more than 30 years to you, or ask me to tell you a second time. The things about the pioneering era? But to be honest, I'm afraid these alone won't prove anything. A good historian may be more credible than what I say. After all, I'm not very good at eloquence." Gawain shrugged, "You Just want to confirm my authenticity, right?"

"Excuse my misgivings," said Hetty hastily.

"But it's a bit... Although the story of the resurrection of heroic spirits has existed since ancient times, but seeing it with your own eyes is another matter entirely. I heard that there are some paladins and silver moon elves that can do it for years or even decades. Suspended death, relying on the power of holy light and elven magic to preserve his soul and vitality, but I have never heard of human knights who can do the same thing, not to mention...you died for seven hundred years."

"To be honest, I don't know what's going on," Gawain said, shaking his head. Although he really wanted to make up a logical, well-reasoned and convincing theory on the spot to scare the great-great-great-great-granddaughter in front of him, but Neither his own knowledge nor Gawain Cecil's memory could find a usable theory, so he simply admitted that he couldn't explain it all, "Maybe it has something to do with what I experienced in my lifetime. You know, I once received the blessing of the elements when I led the ancestors to open up the wilderness, which probably changed my physique."

"Is that so..." Heidi said noncommittally, then suddenly raised his head and looked at the road ahead.

"There is airflow," she whispered, "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's sword in his hand - an inexplicable heart palpitation made him feel that the front was not safe.

"Be vigilant." Knight Byron, who was walking at the forefront with Amber, seemed to sense it. He drew out his steel broadsword and brushed his other hand over the sword at will, and the blade immediately rose up a layer. A slight silver light, "You three, pay attention to protect the back."

There was a sound of metal scraping, and the three soldiers were ready for battle. Although they were only the most basic combat occupations, they lived to the end in the battle against monsters and were carefully cultivated by the Cecil family. The fearlessness and calmness on their faces at the moment quickly calmed the nervous Amber and the little maid Betien who was protected in the middle of the team.

Although the corridors of the tomb are deep and long, they always come to an end. The stone bricks inlaid every ten meters on the stone walls on both sides are the signs of the mausoleum area. With the disappearance of these stone bricks, the front appears. A slightly open place like a crossroad.

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 secret passages.

Amber pointed to one of the forks in the "Crossroads": "I got in from there. It leads to a dry well outside the castle, but it must be occupied by monsters now."

Gawain looked at Hetty: "Which side is the west?"

Heidi stretched out her hand and sketched a simple magic rune in the air, and the rune turned into a glowing streamer, wobbly pointing in a certain direction.

"It's over there." Gawain said, but just as he finished speaking, a sense of crisis suddenly struck his mind.

He didn't have time to think about it. This well-trained body responded one step faster than his mind. Gawain almost subconsciously raised the Sword of Trailblazers to block, and then he felt a heavy blow like a hammer. The impact came from the blade.

His body swayed slightly, then stabilized his figure, and the attacker finally appeared in front of everyone-accompanied by an indistinct, murmur-like sound, three rickety tall figures emerged from the crossroads One of the dark corridors came out!

That is not the appearance of any creature in nature at all, but more like the monsters put together by those necromancers and demon warlocks with their evil creativity. They are nearly three meters tall, like shriveled and deformed giants, but Their bodies are formed of amorphous substances that flow like mud. Those mud-like things fluctuate on their surfaces, and even huge holes are exposed from time to time, and in the holes, blood red can be seen. skeleton.

"Ah!" At the moment of seeing the three monsters, Rebecca let out a short exclamation, and Betty quickly bit her lip, as if she would cry out of fear at any time, Hetty raised her staff She landed heavily on the ground, and a weak spiritual cleansing technique was stimulated, offsetting the fear effect of the monster on everyone. At the same time, she quickly said to Gawain: "Ancestors, these monsters!"

At this time, Gawain had woken up from the shock of seeing the inhuman monster for the first time, and the corresponding memory appeared in his mind: "It's these things?!"

At this moment, the three monsters had launched their attack again, and they kept murmuring as if they were dreaming. At the same time, two of them rushed towards Gawain and his party with great strides, while the remaining monster raised its arm, a dark energy arrow Then it condensed in front of its arm, and in the next second, it flew straight to Amber standing at the front of the team!

"Wow!" Amber let out a short exclamation, and the whole person instantly shrank into the shadow behind Knight Byron, and appeared in another shadow ten meters away in the next moment, while Knight Byron raised up full of silver Hui's broad sword, after a roar, took the initiative to meet one of the rushing monsters.

"Hetty, Rebecca, you get rid of the one that will shoot shadow arrows! Try not to use arcane magic, arcane magic is almost useless for these things! Amber, you and the warriors protect the spell caster!" Gawain shouted loudly Dao, then waved his long sword and rushed forward.

He never fought with a sword.

He had never seen any inhuman monsters either.

Although he experienced rebirth through transmigration, it was not until today that he stood on this otherworldly land with his own legs for the first time.

So he has no idea what he can do at this moment with a little fighting instinct left in his body and the fighting knowledge in his mind that does not belong to him at all, plus an ancient long sword that has lost its magic power degree.

But many times, fate will not give you the right to choose.

You are standing here, monsters are standing there, there is no way to go to heaven and no door to the ground around you, you only have a 700-year-old antique sword in your hand, and you could have a shield, but the shield was already 100 years ago What can you do in this situation?

Fuck, fuck your motherfucker!

Isn't it an aberration?

Seven hundred years ago, Gawain Cecil could beat a hundred of them alone!

There are only three today, still can't solve it?