Chapter 6 What is this?

Miss Amber, an excellent master of stealth skills, a professional in shadow power, and a lover of grave digging, has a wise saying: the road is there, the door is just an illusory decoration, as long as you put aside the psychological problems, even if the royal family The door to the treasure house only requires a stick of celery.

Well, I'm afraid there is no celery in this world, but for Amber, there is no need for celery to open the door in an ancient tomb.

With a little shadow magic, some knowledge of ancient restrictions, and some trivial luck, the half-elf thief easily cracked the restrictions in Cecil's ancestor's tomb. A passage that even Hetty and Rebecca didn't know about appeared in front of everyone.

Then everyone followed Amber into the passage.

The tomb passage made of rocks and soul-killing bricks is much wider than expected. Even heavily armored knights like Gawain and Byron, who are nearly two meters tall, will not feel it in the passage. The passage was narrow and cramped, and the magic-infused lampstands embedded on the walls on both sides of the passage had dried up. However, after Hetty cast a few basic spells, these seven hundred-year-old ancient lampstands still lit up one after another, indicating what was ahead. The direction of the road.

"I'm really just a little thief, I just stutter." Amber walked in front of the team and said modestly as he walked, "I am a descendant of the forest elves, and I respect the ancestors very much. , how can you do such a thing as digging graves?"

Gawain dismissed her statement: "You are so skilled, how can you explain it?"

Perhaps because she had confirmed that her life had been saved, this half-elf, who had no racial reserve at all, was as thick-skinned as the tomb door she had just pried open: "Lock-picking and cracking skills 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 team, suddenly asked: "Are you a citizen of Cecil's territory?"

Rebecca shook her head: "It doesn't count if I don't apply."

"Oh," Amber said in a long voice. , "Then why are you asking me this?"

"I am the lord of Cecil Territory," Rebecca said seriously, "So if you are my subject, I will I have an obligation to protect you."

Amber: "...You should have said this earlier! Is it too late for me to change my words now?"

Rebecca said seriously: "It's too late. ”

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

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

He looked towardsHetty, who was walking behind him. He didn't know what his great-granddaughter was, had secretly glanced over at him more than once. He had been waiting for the other party to speak, but he saw that the other party had not yet broken the silence. , so she had to take the initiative to ask: "Whatever you want to ask, just say it."

Heti was slightly startled, but quickly took a deep breath to calm down. She looked at Gawain who was exactly the same as in the family portrait. On his face, he carefully chose his words: "Ancestor... I still can't believe it, you are really..."

"Yes, it is really the Gawain Cecil, the seven hundred The pioneer of 20 years ago. I can recite to you my life experience of more than thirty years, or ask me to tell you about the second pioneering era. But to be honest, I am afraid that these alone cannot prove anything. , a good historian might be more credible than what I said, after all, my eloquence is not very good," Gawain shrugged, "You just want to confirm my authenticity, right?"

"Please forgive my doubts," Hetty said hurriedly, "but this is really a bit... Although stories of the resurrection of heroic spirits have been around since ancient times, seeing it with your own eyes is another matter entirely. I heard that some saints Knights and Silver Moon elves can suspended animation for years or even decades, relying on the power of holy light and elven secrets to preserve their souls and vitality, but I have never heard that human knights can do the same thing. What's more... you have been dead for seven hundred years."

"To be honest, I don't know what's going on," Gawain said, shaking his head, although he wanted to make up a logical and well-founded order on the spot. He wanted to frighten the great-great...great-granddaughter in front of him with a convincing theory, but he couldn't find a usable theory either from his own knowledge or from Gawain Cecil's memory, so he simply admitted it. I can't explain all this. "Perhaps it has something to do with what I experienced during my lifetime. You know, I once received the blessing of the elements when I led the ancestors to open up the wilderness, and this probably changed my physique."

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

"There is air flow," she whispered, "and there is a different magic reaction. The front should be the end of the tomb area."

Gawain nodded, and at the same time He clenched the Pioneer Sword in his hand - an indescribable palpitating feeling made him feel that the front might not be safe.

"Be vigilant," Knight Byron, who was walking at the front with Amber, seemed to have sensed it. He drew out his stainless steel broadsword and brushed the sword casually with his other hand. A faint silver light immediately rose from the sword blade, "You three, be careful to protect your back."

There was a sound of metal scraping, and the three soldiers were ready to fight. Although they are only the most basic combat professions, they are after all elite warriors who survived to the end in the battle against monsters and were carefully trained by the Cecil family. The fearlessness and calmness on their faces at this moment quickly made the somewhat nervous Amber and Protect in the middle of the teamBetty, the little maid, felt at ease.

Although the corridor of the tomb is deep and long, there will always be a time when it reaches the end. The soul-crushing stone bricks inlaid every ten meters on the stone walls on both sides are the signs of the mausoleum area. The stone bricks disappeared, and a slightly open place like a crossroads appeared in front of them.

This is the junction of the mausoleum area and the castle underground area, and is also the transportation hub leading to those ancient secret passages.

Humber pointed at one of the forks in the "crossroads": "That's where I got in. It leads to a dry well outside the castle, but that side must be occupied by monsters now. "

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

Hetty stretched out his hand and drew a simple magic rune in the air, and the rune turned into A glowing streamer pointed precariously in a certain direction.

"It's over there." Gawain said, but the moment he finished speaking, a sense of crisis suddenly hit his heart.

Without any time to think, this experienced body reacted faster than his thoughts. Gawain almost subconsciously raised the Pioneer Sword to block, and then he felt An impact like a hammer blow came from the sword.

His body swayed slightly, then stabilized his figure, and the attacker finally appeared in front of everyone - accompanied by a vague, murmuring sound, the three staggered Akira's tall figure walked out of one of the dark corridors at the intersection!

That is not the appearance of any creature in nature, but more like monsters put together by the evil creativity of undead wizards and demon warlocks. They are nearly three meters tall. They look like shriveled and deformed giants, but their bodies are made of amorphous substances that flow like mud. Those mud-like things are undulating on their surfaces, and even huge holes will be exposed from time to time, and in the holes , you can see blood-red bones.

"Ah!" The moment she saw these three monsters, Rebecca let out a short exclamation, while Betty quickly bit her lip, as if she would be scared to cry at any time. , Hetty raised her staff and slammed it on the ground, and a weak spiritual purification spell was activated, which offset the fear effect caused by the monster to everyone. At the same time, she quickly said to Gawain: "Ancestors, these are the 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 turned out to be these things? "< /p>

At this moment, the three monsters have launched another attack. They kept making murmuring sounds as if they were dreaming. At the same time, two of them strode towards Gawain and his party, and the remaining monster raised its arm. A ball of dark energy arrows condensed in front of its arm, and flew straight towards Amber who was standing at the front of the team in the next second!

"Wow!" Amber let out a short exclamation, and her whole body shrank to the point of worship.In the shadow behind Knight Lun, and in the next moment appeared in another shadow ten meters away, Knight Byron raised his broad sword filled with silver light, and after roaring, he took the initiative to face one of the charging monsters.

"Hetty, Rebecca, get rid of the one who shoots shadow arrows! Try not to use arcane magic, arcane magic is almost useless against these things! Amber, you and the warriors protect your spells Killer!" Gawain shouted, then waved his sword and rushed forward.

He never wielded a sword to fight.

He has never seen any inhuman monster.

Although he had experienced time travel and rebirth, it was not until today that he stood on this alien land with his own legs for the first time.

So he had no idea that at this moment, he was relying on the fighting instinct remaining in his body and the fighting knowledge in his mind that did not belong to him at all, plus an ancient weapon that had lost its magic power. How much can a sword do?

But many times, fate will not give you a choice.

You are standing here, and the monster is standing there. There is no way to the sky or the earth around you. You only have a seven-hundred-year-old antique sword in your hand. You could have a shield, but The shield was destroyed by a prodigal a hundred years ago. What else can you do under such circumstances?

Fuck, fuck him!

Isn’t it just an aberration?

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

There are only three today, can’t we solve it?