Chapter 352 Dwarves, Half-Elves and Labyrinth

"By my beard, this is a trap! A shameful trap!"

Dots of firelight came closer and closer in the long corridor, accompanied by the sound of footsteps and angry complaints.

The sound of the two footsteps was quite heavy, reverberating in the corridor, while the sound of the other footsteps was quite light, with only the rustle of the soles rubbing against the stone slabs, and the last footsteps were completely covered up, almost faintly. Not audible.

Four figures were looming in the firelight.

The figure walking at the front was quite short and stocky, wearing a metal helmet. Between his thick black beard, only a thick garlic-like nose and a pair of copper bell-like eyes were exposed.

Slightly to the side, there is a middle-aged man, with his upper body bare, his strong muscles clearly defined under the light of the torch, and his lower body wearing loose trousers.

Next to the man is a girl.

She has a great figure, soft and smooth skin, slender ears protruding from her long golden hair, holding a hard-cover book in her hand, and a small fiery red beast lying on her shoulder.

At the very back of the team, a man was hiding in the shadows under the firelight, always watching his back.

The complaint came from the short, stocky man at the front.

"The contents of the tomb have been taken away long ago! The only things left behind are those damn undead and the unpreventable traps!"

He waved the hammer in his hand: "There is also a maze! Who would design his tomb into a maze?"

"Necromancers always like this." The middle-aged man next to him said in a deep voice: "These people play with corpses and death. In fact, most of the tombs related to necromancers may not have corpses lying in them. I That is to say, at least we are lucky, we are just trapped in the maze instead of directly facing a lich."

"I would rather face the lich now than be lost in this dark place forever. Our torch is about to burn out Maris. As a rogue, can't you do anything about this situation?"

The man at the back sounded a little embarrassed: "Actually, getting out of the maze is not a rogue's specialty. I am good at detecting and dismantling traps. It does not mean that I have a good sense of direction. I mean, this maze obviously contains the power of magic, and Magic... obviously belongs to Trish's domain!"

"I didn't prepare this kind of magic." The girl named Cui Xi's voice was soft and she sounded a little out of breath: "Maybe we can try blowing up this place directly?"

"Ha! What a good suggestion! There happens to be a ready-made mausoleum here!" The short, stout man's beard stood up. "But, I am not ready to be buried with a half-elf and two humans!"

"Of course, there are those damn undead!"

As he said this, suddenly there was a roar from the wall next to him.

The four of them were startled immediately, stopped in their tracks, and looked over.

I saw traces of a stone gate suddenly appearing on the originally smooth wall of the corridor, and began to rise slowly.

"I don't think this is a good sign." The short, stout man tightened his grip on the hammer in his hand: "Who said there was a lich just now?"

"If there were lichs here, all of us would have been dead the moment we entered. Of course, I agree with what you said earlier. This is not a good sign. It's best to be ready for battle, guys." The middle-aged man's waist and abdomen slightly sink.

The girl frowned slightly and retreated behind everyone.

The wanderer had already hid lightly on the side of the stone door and took out a dagger.

In such a tense atmosphere, a figure wearing a black robe and a hood appeared in front of everyone.

He was carrying a suitcase in one hand, and an exquisite-looking long sword hung on his waist. There was a strange black magical creature suspended next to him. In the light of the torch, everyone could see the chin exposed under the hood. Half of the face, plump and healthy skin reflects the light.

The dwarf reflexively wanted to pounce, but the middle-aged man raised his hand to stop him.

"Wait, it doesn't look like an undead—" He stared at the man who suddenly appeared cautiously, "Who are you?"

"I——" The hooded man was about to speak, but the middle-aged man suddenly interrupted:

"Put down what you are holding, keep this magical creature away from us, and then slowly, slowly take off your hood so that we can see your face." He stared at the man with sharp eyes and said: " I don’t want you to do anything that could lead to misunderstanding, I mean, my companions are all bad-tempered.”

"If you don't put down your weapons, I'm afraid I can't follow your advice. After all, I also need to ensure my safety." The man raised his hand: "Of course, in order to show that I am not hostile, I am willing to take off my hood."

A face with black hair and black eyes appeared in front of the four people.

"My name is Tang Sen, and I am a traveler. So, can you explain to me what is happening here?"

"Traveller?" The middle-aged man looked Tang Sen up and down: "You really don't look like a common race here in the Sword Coast, more like a Karatu person. However, a traveler will not appear in this kind of place. place."

"Usually it's not true." Tang Sen showed a helpless smile: "But there are always many surprises in this world, right?"

Such words immediately made the short and stocky man nod his head repeatedly, and said in a rough voice: "That's right, a damn accident!"

He put down the hammer and looked at Tang Sen's dress and Daisy next to him: "Are you a spell caster? I have often heard of some stories or accidents. Some spell casters do not work when releasing magic. Be careful and teleport yourself to a dangerous place——"

"And find the legendary treasure?" The girl behind him suddenly poked her head out.

"No, then they were either beaten to death by goblins with sticks, or their heads were smashed by ogres. The worst ones didn't even know how they died!" The dwarf roared: "Don't go to the tavern and listen to those people bragging. There are indeed many treasures in this world, but most of them are corpses that died tragically due to recklessness!"

"Obviously, I am the lucky one." Tang Sen spread his hands and laughed at himself: "At least the person standing in front of me is not an ogre."

Such words immediately relaxed the tense atmosphere, and even the middle-aged man's posture relaxed slightly, saying: "It is indeed not the case, but unfortunately, you...or us, the problems we are facing now are much more troublesome than the ogres."

"By the way, my name is Carmelo Meyers, I am a warrior monk, and these are my teammates."

"Barn Baldek, dwarf warrior—"

He pointed at the short, bearded man.

"Trish, half-elf mage."

The girl lowered her head shyly.

"There is also Maris Max, who grew up in Neverwinter and is a wanderer."

A figure slipped out from the side of the door quietly, put away his dagger, and waved towards Tang Sen:

"I definitely didn't mean to slit your throat just now, I mean, I usually like to come from behind."