Chapter 1386 Awakening

The glowing round pathfinder finally stopped.

To be precise, it was forced to stop and could no longer continue rolling.

It was originally a flat and unmarked roof, but a cylindrical stone pillar suddenly appeared and crashed down at lightning speed, smashing the ball of light that was still rolling happily to pieces.

I knew that even if it was Huangling, there would still be the necessary institutions.

After all, on this continent, there are goblins who possess powerful technological power, and dwarves who possess powerful civil engineering technology.

Before this stone fell, it seemed to fit perfectly with the roof of the shed, with no flaws at all. And after it fell, it did not create a sense of weight that was enough to shake the entire tomb.

It felt as if the stone pillar was gently placed on the ground instead of being smashed down out of thin air.

To be able to create such a mechanism that is both lethal and kills people silently, it must be possible only for dwarves and goblins to work together.

In other words, this mausoleum, which has been abandoned for an unknown period of time, is actually the result of the two races of dwarves and goblins!

To be able to invite people from two races to build a tomb for him at the same time, the identity of the owner of the tomb must be very important.

Unless it was the former Dwarf King or Goblin King, looking at the Zephyr Continent, who else has such strength?

Could it be said that he was the king of fairies in a certain period?

I don’t know much about the history of Zefeng Continent, and I don’t know much about some antique cultural relics or the various traces left by different historical eras. There is no way to judge the age when this mausoleum was built just based on the walls or stone pillars. Get up.

The only thing I can be sure of is that the identity of the owner of this tomb must be extraordinary.

Moreover, it would be nice if I could be sure of this, because I am seeking wealth, and there must be a lot of what I am looking forward to in the tomb of an extraordinary person.

The rest of the way was walked slowly and cautiously.

With the naked eye, I can't determine which floor tile corresponds to the stone pillar that will fall from the roof. Although with my strength, I will escape unscathed nine times out of ten, but I am afraid of making one or two mistakes.

Although my trauma can heal itself in a short period of time, I did not say that the amputated limb can also grow back within a certain period of time.

I don’t know whether it’s possible to reshape a severed limb, and I haven’t tried it.

After all, no one would just chop off their arms and legs and then watch to see if they can grow back again.

I walked very carefully. Every time I took a step, I used the tip of the Odachi to tap a few squares of floor tiles.

Although the progress was slow, this method was very effective. After more than half an hour, I passed through the tunnel safely and arrived at another stone door.

Looking back at the road we walked, dozens of stone pillars stood there quietly, as if they had always been there, supporting the entire mausoleum.

Turning around, he looked carefully at the stone door in front of him.

There are many exquisite reliefs carved on the stone gate.

After carefully looking from left to right, and then from right to left, I looked at it several times, and I vaguely understood the meaning of this exquisite relief.

To me, this is a picture of worship.

Countless people of different shapes and costumes were densely and neatly arranged together, prostrate on the ground at the same time, and worshiped in the same direction.

People at the stone door on the left bow to the right.

People at the stone door on the right bow to the left.

When I cast my gaze to the center of the door, I saw a man holding a scepter, wearing a crown and noble clothes, sitting quietly on a huge throne.

From the relief alone, I cannot tell whether this person is male or female, nor can I definitely tell whether this person is beautiful or ugly, but I can be sure that this person must be a goblin.

Because I saw its very distinctive ears.

The ears of elves are erect and long, and the top end is very pointed, even reaching the top of the head, but the ears of goblins are different. The ears of goblins are round at the bottom and pointed at the top, and they are not very long.

The ears of the man on the relief are exactly those of a goblin.

The lower circle is pointed and the uppermost point is still some distance from the top of the head.

Holding my chin, I looked carefully at the appearance of this relief. It was a face that was exquisite and absolutely symmetrical. The eyes were extremely slender, but not wide open. Both pupils were inlaid with gems. Under the illumination of the magic stone lamp, , shining with light, looking from a distance, it seems as if the eyes are alive.

Viewed from the side, this person's nose is very straight and the shape of his mouth is just right. It can be said that no matter how you look at the combination of the facial features, you feel very comfortable.

If this person were still alive, it would be a beauty, regardless of gender.

Holding the magic stone lamp and watching quietly, for some reason, I suddenly felt that this person seemed to be alive, and those eyes inlaid with gems seemed to be staring at me in a flash.

What does this feel like?

I always feel that it is a bit unreal, a bit unreal

"Hey, brat, wake up!"

Suddenly, a roar, like thunder, sounded in my mind.

"Huh? What's wrong?" I looked around blankly, then shook my head vigorously.

"You're still asking me what's wrong?" A familiar voice sounded in my mind again. It was the voice of Odachi: "You can fall victim to such a simple magic. Is your magic resistance negative?!"

"What magic resistance? Scared, what's going on?"

I was shocked by where I was at this moment.

I don't know when I was retreating, and I kept retreating. By the time I woke up, I had already taken more than a dozen steps back.

I subconsciously used the Odachi sword in my hand to test the bricks on the ground. The one closest to me was safe, then the one next to me was also safe, and then the one to the side was safe.

After testing for seven or eight times in a row, no danger appeared. I subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that this stone door was only used to push back those who wanted to enter, and did not mean to kill anyone.

However, at this moment, Odachi's voice sounded in his mind again: "Try taking a few more steps back."

"Is it useful to try backwards?" I questioned.

"Just try if I tell you to. There's so much nonsense." Odachi started talking endlessly again.

In order to stop it from nagging, I had no choice but to follow its wishes and continue to test it.

After walking four meters, the tip of the Odachi once again tested a huge stone pillar.

"How do you know this?" I asked Odachi hurriedly.

"I don't know if there will definitely be stone pillars next," Odachi said, "but I know the thoughts of the tomb owners. Their attitudes towards tomb robbers are almost the same."

"What attitude?" I asked puzzled.

"die."

I was startled for a moment, then suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and laughed.

Odachi asked in confusion: "Why are you laughing?"

"Nothing." I shook my head and said, "I just find it interesting."

"What's so interesting?" Odachi asked in confusion: "Do you think death is a very interesting thing?"