Chapter 1873 Value

"Only one?"

My enthusiasm was almost cooled by these sudden words.

"Are you a bit stingy?" I decided to use provocation to stimulate him to increase his reward.

However.

"Don't try to stimulate me with words, it won't work," Fred Alexander said with a smile.

His intention was revealed, and I had no choice but to face the reality dejectedly.

"Don't be upset, and don't feel like you're at a disadvantage," Alexander encouraged: "I've seen the location of the mausoleum. It's near a palace where I lived during my lifetime. Moreover, since it is the place where my body is buried, there must be countless rare treasures. Among them, if the executive who buried me did not disobey my will, the tomb is likely to contain something more precious than rare treasures, and it is not even an exaggeration to describe it as priceless."

"A priceless treasure?"

Holding my chin, I started to feel lustful.

What would it be that Philed Alexander called priceless?

Could it be that there are a huge number of ancient written records?

Oh, no, he also said before that most of the ancient writings have been lost. Now it is clear that the only ones that have been officially confirmed are those in the forbidden area of ​​​​Witchburg.

If it's not ancient writing, could it be other ancient civilizations left behind?

After all, even if it suffered devastating damage, not a single bit of the once glorious ancient civilization would remain.

Even if only a few traces are left behind, it can significantly advance the overall pace of the current world.

Thinking of this, I suddenly became curious. Since ancient civilization was so prosperous, dazzling, and powerful, what kind of disaster did it encounter before it was forced to be destroyed?

Alexander was silent for a few seconds and said slowly: "I don't know the specific situation, but there are sporadic records in ancient documents."

"What did you say?" I asked impatiently.

"The ancient civilization was destroyed by the first of the three major disasters in the underground city."

Silence quickly enveloped us, and even the chirping of birds and insects seemed to stop at this moment.

I really can't imagine what kind of disaster the first of the three major disasters in the underground city will be, which can destroy the most brilliant ancient civilization in one go. Even those staggeringly powerful ancient races cannot escape. Escape from the shadow of catastrophe.

I can even imagine that after the disaster, the Zephyr Continent was desolate, leaving only the elves trembling.

It's so terrible, so terrible, this is simply a disaster that will destroy the world. The giant long-legged octopus, the turtle with the volcano on its back, and even Di Ruigi are not worth mentioning in front of it.

After an unknown length of silence, Alexander's voice came from the other side of the phone: "Are you okay?"

After hesitating for a few seconds, I slowly said: "It's okay."

"Can I ask you a question?" After a pause, I asked: "Besides what you mentioned, are there any other records about the first of the three major disasters in the underground city?"

"No more," Alexander said, "If there were, maybe even our goblin clan would be annihilated."

After hanging up the call, I silently came to the mausoleum, sat on a large protruding rock, and quietly thought about what it would be like to be the first of the three major disasters in the underground city.

In fact, thinking about it is in vain. I don’t even know how far ancient civilization has reached, so what basis do I have to guess the intensity of the disaster?

At most, it's just a way to pass the boring time.

The army of gravediggers sent by the Orc King finally arrived. In addition to the four descendants of legendary heroes who led the way, the ones at the forefront were Fergus Illidan, the eldest son of the Orc King, and Fergus Illidan, Cagalli's third sister. Emma.

Brother-in-law and sister-in-law come hand in hand. This battle is really powerful.

To be honest, I always thought that the Orc King would at most send a big noble or a distant relative to carry out this task. After all, digging tombs is both dangerous and unpopular with the people.

Hundreds of people came up to me, and I took the lead to step forward and say hello: "It turned out to be Mr. Fergus Illidan, the president of the Iron Wolf Guild, and Mr. Fergus Emma, ​​the general director of the Adventurer Base. , I am truly honored."

"Where is it?" Fergus Emma said with a smile: "As my brother-in-law, it is not an exaggeration for my father to come in person. However, in recent days, my father's government affairs have been complicated and I have no choice but to send me." The two of us are here to perform a mission. If we are rude, I would like to express my gratitude to my brother-in-law Haihan."

"How dare you" I said with a smile, "It's a great honor for you two to come together hand in hand, so how can you compare it to anything else?"

"That's enough." Fergus Illidan waved his hand and said, "We are all one family, so stop chatting in hypocritical ways. Business is more important."

"It's an order."

I responded and stepped into the tomb passage first.

Although Fergus Illidan was born into the royal family, he had no interest in artistic creations such as murals and reliefs, and his journey was very boring.

Fergus Emma, ​​on the other hand, looked very interested. Every time he walked in front of a relief, he would stop and admire it for a long time.

Seeing that the two of them were too far apart, I had no choice but to tell Emma not to touch the relief casually, and then quickly followed Illidan.

But not far away, Illidan also stopped. He stared closely at the dragon head cannon, showing a very interested look.

After a long time, he asked: "What is this?"

"Cannon" I said.

"I know it's a cannon," he emphasized. "I asked what its name was."

I spread my hands and said, "How do I know? How about you give it a name."

"That's a good idea." Illidan stretched out his hand and gently touched the leading cannon. After thinking for a while, he asked me again: "What do the cannonballs it shoots look like?"

"It's fire," I said, "it breathes fire."

"Then let's call it the Dragon Head Cannon," Illidan said loudly.

"That's fine." I nodded: "It's quite vivid."

Illidan is quite dissatisfied with my evaluation. He is a very high-spirited man who likes to listen to flattery from others. He does not like my moderate evaluation.

"How about you, brother-in-law, name it?" Illidan said with an unkind expression.

I spread my hands again and said calmly: "To be honest, I'm not interested in naming things."

"Then what are you interested in?" Illidan asked: "Is it its value?"

"You're right," I admitted, snapping my fingers.

Illidan laughed: "I really didn't realize that you, who have countless wealth, are still so concerned about money?"

"No, no, no," I shook my head repeatedly and said, "You are wrong. The value I am referring to is not its price, but its use and the power it can display."

After hearing my explanation, Illidan suppressed his contempt, his eyes brightened, and asked me: "So, can you tell me, what do you think the value of this cannon is?"