"Oh, so do you have a guy named Billy Herrington there?"
Responding to the dwarf casually, Edward moved his gaze to the wall beside him. The blurry rock sculptures there made him feel a little emotional... and the one that had been covered by human footprints, and even the deepest trench was exposed to people's cameras.
Compared with other worlds, this world is undoubtedly a paradise for adventurers... The changes of civilization have caused countless such ancient cities to be scattered on the earth. The gaps in time have become chaotic legends circulating, and almost every corner is full of legends.
There are some myths and legends that are interconnected and contradictory, making it difficult for people to distinguish between true and false. They trigger their endless imagination and curiosity.
Or. It is also a pleasure to travel to all corners of the world to explore the most profound traces, unlock those ancient secrets, write long travel notes, and use your own eyes to verify their magic.
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However, it obviously still requires strength. At least the strength to ensure that you can travel through those mysterious spaces without hindrance. Otherwise, the so-called adventure is destined to become a journey amidst those unknown dangers——
Or it is a corpse that is gradually decaying, or it is a ghost that is bound to the hands of an evil being... Or it is possible that both body and soul are eaten away as food.
Even more likely...close to complete possibility.
When he turned his gaze forward again, Edward inexplicably felt that his heartbeat had become much faster than usual.
The underground tunnel stretches forward in a quiet environment. Although the footsteps and voices of adventurers will cause clear echoes forward, they will soon be annihilated in the endless darkness and silence, making people feel even more creepy.
In fact, except for the heartless dwarf who occasionally uttered one or two words about the quirks of his people, the entire team had fallen into a kind of silence, as if they had been assimilated by the surrounding silence.
In hotels in large and small towns on the continent, beside the fireplace, the warm bonfires set off the faces of poets and sages. They tell countless stories that have spread throughout the continent; the stories use exaggerated techniques.
It describes those terrifying monsters living in the dark underground. Legend has it that they can steal people's lives silently. Some people even firmly believe that the deepest part of the underground is connected to the bottomless abyss, where all the demons belong.
The evil plane of my hometown. And those creatures living deep underground are more or less related to the devil.
Even those humanoids with good reputations... gnomes, dwarves, etc. will be eroded by the darkness, giving birth to evil subspecies like dwarves and gray dwarves, not to mention the drow who already have a demon that is almost the same.
The evil god guys.
Or maybe the mercenaries on weekdays just make a noise and laugh these stories away. But they are really in darkness and silence. When they guard the small light source and look around in fear, the legends they have heard in the past seem to suddenly disappear from their memory.
The depths emerge, occupying people's hearts together with fear.
Darkness always has a powerful power to awaken negative emotions in people.
As a different person, Edward would not completely believe those horrifying rumors that were fabricated and fancied. However, at this time, some troublesome questions appeared in his mind one by one...
That gnoll shaman, those drow elves and ogres... did they just appear in front of their group of people by chance? Could it be that the dark elves emerged from this cave? So if the so-called female mage
The ancient ruins have been occupied by the dark elves. Are my group just throwing themselves into a trap?
Do you have a chance to escape?
If you really have to face an evil species that is far more powerful and smarter than jackals, even if you have a few highly capable beings around you, it won't increase your chances of survival too much. In fact, even if there may be someone in that city,
The danger is enough to make people feel stunned. This kind of dark place is not a place that humans can set foot in. The forms of danger are beyond imagination.
"...Can you please be quiet? Do you want to notify the other party to prepare to attack us?"
With a slight friction sound, the paladin's low voice came from behind... Unlike Edward's indulgence, it seemed that he could no longer stand the endless wacky jokes of this loud-voiced guy, especially since most of them were useless.
So consistent with, or even contrary to, normal people's inherent concepts of gender.
However, Edward noticed that even the low voice full of dissatisfaction could not hide the slight weirdness in his voice - he held the sword tightly and looked around uneasily, as if the next moment, he would
There will be a large number of dark elves attracted by the voice of the dwarves.
Obviously, even the servants of the gods are not fearless, especially in this place where the sun is destined to be inaccessible.
"Relax, kid. Do you think they don't know we're coming in? If they really don't know, those foresighted black men are really useless..."
The dwarf turned his head carelessly, looked at his companion, and then squeezed out a smile from between his teeth: "If a few black men have accomplices down there, the preparations they want to make have already been made, so there is no need to wait?
What's more, even if they didn't notice it, with so many people descending all at once, and there's no hidden magic or anything like that, the sound of footsteps alone, as well as the friction of some people's armor, would be enough to make people very noisy."
"Could they just do nothing and let us just walk over?" The paladin's voice was stagnant, obviously suppressing his emotions - after all, when it comes to the underground, this guy in front of him is an expert.
His experience is not rich enough to refute it.
"It's not easy to set up traps on this kind of ground. If it's something like falling rocks launched from a long distance, it might be effective. But we are going down." Edward responded: "And it doesn't look like there are many here.
Traces of use,"
His words seemed to be explaining to the other party, but in fact they might also be trying to convince himself of the fear in his heart.
"And didn't your... that mage say that this is a lost dungeon - although those black heads like to set traps, this is not their territory."
The dwarf obviously had his own theory. He stomped the stone slab under his feet casually, making a dull thumping sound. "This kind of stone road without turns is what you humans like, but for them, in addition to making
Apart from their restricted movement and inability to ambush, they are of no use, and those guys who like sneak attacks are very afraid of death. Therefore, they will not do anything here, at least they will have to wait until they are older.
place. So if you really arrive in that city, you may want to be a little more careful."
"But when it comes to those black skins, I also think it's a bit strange." The dwarf shook his head and cast his gaze towards the darkness ahead: "Generally speaking, although they sometimes get some big-headed monsters, well, they are what you call ogres.
They are used to do hard work that ordinary slaves cannot do, but they are very good at domesticating them. They usually put saddles on them and so on... In fact, the most abnormal thing is that there is no queen among them."
"Queen?"
"They are their priests, those female spider spirits under Rose. Oh, they are also good-looking guys. Although they are a little darker, their breasts... well, I digress." The dwarf wiped his beard and
The topic turned in another direction: "You know, except for those unlucky ones who have been expelled from the family, black men rarely act alone, and once they gather together, there will be those women among them.
casters, and can monitor these guys to prevent them from deserting or killing each other needlessly. If they have the same purpose as ours and are from this ancient city, then it should be more than just one or two small teams. And
There is no need for them to send people up there."
"I heard that dark elves also go to the surface." Edward responded, but he was thinking about the connection between these clues.
"Yes, they occasionally go to the ground. If there is no city here, or it can be said that they just go to the ground to conduct the kind of trials...that is, massacre, massacre of elves, massacre of humans..." The dwarf nodded: "
But now, they have no reason to leave an ancient magical city unexplored and have to go to the ground, unless their numbers are very sufficient. But there is no way to explain the fact that there are no priests among them... Well, no
It’s just that there are no priests. I took a look just now and there isn’t even a senior one among them. They are all a group of commoners without family crests... Huh?”
He made a surprised sound, and his steps slowed down, and then, Edward, who followed his line of sight, noticed that the bright edge of the torch and the flat tunnel disappeared at the end of the line of sight, replaced by a strangely shaped tunnel.
Stone pile.
It seems to be the remains of a passage, but the ground has sunk here - it seems to be a collapse caused by changes in the earth's crust. The originally tidy bluestone slabs arch and break into strange shapes at the end of the field of view. After these sand and stones,
There was a deep darkness at the end where no light could penetrate, as quiet as if there was something hidden behind it.
But it's not the way forward.
A mercenary threw a torch forward, but under the reflection of the fire, the cave was still dark. He could only barely see the dark mountain wall dozens of feet away, but underneath it was a bulge.
The stalactite, and then the fire went out, and even the person with the best eyesight could not see any more information from that little bit of red light. And Edward frowned without saying a word - because after about five or six seconds
, a slight collision sound came from the bottom of the cave. This sound seemed so small and empty in the vast darkness.
"According to the acceleration of gravity, this cave is at least fifty or sixty meters... one hundred, fifty or sixty feet high..." The hunter frowned and whispered. Such a large space is certainly suitable for exploration, but it also represents the following
The path is definitely complicated... If those drow want to plan an ambush, then the subsequent route should give them some opportunities.
"The road is down there."
The cold voice of the female mage sounded from behind. She raised the staff in her hand, and some feather patterns exploded around her. At the same time, a layer of soft yellow light flickered on the bodies of the group of people in front. "Jump.
Go down, this spell won't last long." She said to a group of people who were still in a daze, and then without hesitation pushed a staff behind the two closest guys, making them fall lightly.
Under the cliff is a strange area, with broken floors and cracked walls everywhere. The place covered with huge stalactites has become the roof of its cave, like a calm monster opening its mouth, waiting for them to free themselves.
Falling into a trap. Even if people are protected by the light of torches, the fang-shaped shadows hanging over their heads are still eerie, casting ominous omens in their hearts.
Or maybe it's because this place is quieter than other areas in the previous area... In the passage along the way, the voices of other creatures are rarely heard; but the silence here is deeper, and it seems that all life is not there for some reason.
It disappeared without a trace from here. The only sound was the heavy footsteps of the mercenaries and the friction of their clothes and armor. It echoed in the quiet space and gradually disappeared. It sounded particularly unnerving.
Slightly deeper, huge stalactites hang down from the ceiling in clusters. They complement the abrupt stalagmites on the ground and eventually connect to form stone pillars of uneven thickness at certain locations.
The passage ahead leads smoothly and slopingly into a huge cave with a sandy floor and a very high ceiling. Natural pillars everywhere divide the barely visible space into small pieces. But only for a moment.
In the distance, everything was hidden in the deep darkness. Whether it was torches or dancing lights, the only place that could be illuminated was the weathered and soft sandy dust on the cave surface, but Edward sniffed.
, distinguish the smell of moisture in the dirty air.
"The smell of the undead...be careful, everyone!"
The penultimate priest who floated down the cliff suddenly raised his voice and shouted, and this voice was like a switch. Some sounds suddenly began to sound in the originally silent cave - very different from the footsteps of the mercenaries.
A clicking sound like stones rubbing against each other.
Shadows stood up one after another from the piled rocks on the ground, from behind the stalactites, or from other shadows. Amidst these subtle sounds, they raised the black weapons in their hands - rusty.
The metal, the wooden sticks that had been carbonized and turned black, and the tower shield with only a layer of iron shell left were rushing towards everyone!
Their constantly closing mandibles and stiff joints were the source of the clicking sounds. As they moved, a layer of faint dark red flames slowly burned in the withered skulls, and in the hollow bones
Two flashing flames condensed in the eye sockets. For a moment, dozens of flames formed a large circle and rushed towards the humans with great force!
Only momentum...
A mercenary rounded up his own guy, waved his hand and made all these skeletons fly back and fall to the ground!
As a result, the enthusiasm of the mercenaries immediately increased unprecedentedly - these ribs are obviously just the lowest skeletons - although they look annoying and not threatening, they should be the corpses of adventurers who came here before. Maybe they were in the past.
A group of powerful guys, but now they are just a group of losers with less than five combat abilities. As the lowest level of undead, they have no real thinking. They are just a small fragment of the soul gathered by negative energy driving the decaying corpse.
The instinct that allows them to continue killing, some of the incomplete skeletons don't even have these attack capabilities.
But what no one expected was that these ribs soon showed a surprising characteristic - they couldn't be knocked down.
Under the swords and clubs of the mercenaries, they clashed and fell apart, but the broken bones would not stop moving. They were quickly put back together one by one, and then they clumsily waved the weapons in their hands——
Swords, wooden sticks, rocks grabbed from the ground, and even a leg removed from their own bodies were used to attack stubbornly and randomly!
"In the name of His Majesty Lansendre, we save the confused souls, ashes to ashes, dust to dust!" The priest named Jude raised the Holy Emblem in his hand, and a dazzling light suddenly flowed out in all directions! The light flowed like waves.
Afterwards, a large group of skeletons suddenly became sluggish, and then collapsed with a bang, turning into scattered dust!
When it comes to undead creatures, priests are natural enemies.
But just when these skeletons disappeared with the priest's scolding, Edward suddenly felt a palpitation in his heart...
Somehow, it felt like being stared at from behind by an emotionless gaze, which made one's back soaked in cold sweat. He turned his head keenly, looked at the end of the firelight, and caught three black shadows flashing through the stalagmites.
——The black shadows moved very fast and silently, but when he looked at them, these shadows suddenly disappeared from their sight...
"Be careful, here..."
"ah!"
The reminder that the hunter was about to spit out was interrupted by a scream.
Not far away from him, the paladin was retreating hastily - in front of him, a faint light was emerging from the stalagmites on the ground, like a pale white shadow, and then gradually formed a floating shadow.
Humanoid halo in the sky.
It was a terrifying face, covered with dark spots, with deep bags under his eyes. His eyes were turned white, fangs protruding from the corners of his lips, and strands of hair were scattered on the top door.
Turned into countless smoke and dust...
And all of this is pale and transparent...;
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