Chapter seven hundred and twenty eight treasure hunt
In the dark cave, apart from the sound of dripping water, there was only the sound of large and small footsteps.
"Uh-huh."
The addition of the alchemical accelerant made the torch shine a little brighter, and also allowed me to see the surrounding furnishings clearly.
The rough cave is obviously not a formal entrance, but it looks vast when you look at it.
The rock wall above the head is even more than a hundred meters high. The gray palaces stretch at the end of the view, and gray brick steps build roads between the palaces.
Under the palace complex, there are still short brick and stone bungalows, but now only the broken brick and stone walls remain.
This place should have once been the relics of a certain civilization, but it was obviously robbed more than once, and the stone statues were found that were inconvenient to move. The looters left nothing behind, and all the gold skin and gems on the statues were dug out.
Probably because the craftsmanship was not high enough or it was too old, the murals were all gray and black, and even the parchment scrolls were too rotten to read.
"Did it fail again?"
Dead Cat's words made me feel nervous. If the target is really stolen by thieves, then I will really be looking for a needle in a haystack.
"...Let's ask the gatekeeper here first."
Skeletons emerged from the ruins one by one. Most of them were dressed as tomb robbers, but there were still some bird-headed skeletons.
"Undead?"
When I saw the enemy, I breathed a sigh of relief. Among the ruins and ruins, the most common ones were all kinds of undead creatures.
At a glance, most of the undead are of the skeleton type, including low-level skeleton soldiers (civilian version), skeleton shooters, and skeleton laborers, but the highest-level ones are probably only a few skeleton mages, and there are no lichs.
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The existence of these things at least shows that the ruins have not been cleaned repeatedly, and there should be valuable items inside.
I'm afraid that even if there are high-level undead, they are not intelligent beings. After all, even a solitary lich will occasionally want to go out for a walk. It can be acceptable to stay in this moldy underground for hundreds of years, but thousands or tens of thousands of years will be enough.
It's too much.
Many people think that the undead become more powerful as they get older. In a sense, this is an illusion.
Generally speaking, undead that become more and more intelligent as they live are unlikely to be weak.
"Tsk, it's all weathered. Don't break it too much before extracting the memory."
The negative energy of the skeleton soldiers in front of them began to dissipate. The bones were almost turned into fossils, and some fell apart on their own as they walked. There was no fighting ability left.
It's not that the undead become more powerful the longer they live, but that only the powerful undead can survive for such a long time.
Low-level undead without wisdom have been alone for a long time. As the negative energy dissipates, the normal situation will gradually weaken and even return to dust. If the concentration of negative energy in that area is very high, it is also possible that the corpses will be broken into pieces.
New undead reappeared in the bones, but they were completely different from the natural undead.
Only those intelligent undead will consciously gather more negative energy and gradually become more powerful, cunning, and withdrawn.
The skeletal creatures in front of you feel like they are about to fall to the ground if the wind blows. Probably the closed environment here gives them enough shelter.
Such an undead guard can bully a tomb robber who doesn't have much power, but it has no meaning for a necromancer like me.
A few low-level enslaved undead went down and took control of these ownerless undead.
I directly extracted the memory from the soul fragment, but I frowned.
"The oldest undead are less than a thousand years old and climbed out of the wreckage here. At that time, this place was already in ruins. Later, the earth's crust changed, making it harder to find entrances and exits. There are no treasures here, and there is no one at all.
Coming."
I would rather encounter an undead bone dragon blocking the road than encounter this kind of situation... I have to look for it bit by bit, and it takes years and years to find it, but in the end there may be nothing to gain.
And to turn around and leave like this is even more unacceptable.
"I smell the scent of the living. Who dares to disturb the dormancy of the great Glinka."
A roar suddenly came from the other side of the palace complex. It was a secret language between souls, a patent for high-level undead. Judging from the magic power fluctuations and dragon language, it seemed to be a bone dragon?
And soon, a ghost dragon flew out from the palace complex. Although it was a small dragon less than five meters long, the sound was heard before the dragon arrived.
"The crow's mouth is still useful..."
Two minutes later, the ghost dragon that had been showing its teeth and claws just now lay on the ground with its head covered. At my "friendly request", it introduced the surrounding situation to me "excitedly and enthusiastically".
"Mirror? A shining object? A shining object that can reflect external objects?"
This little ghost dragon didn't seem to even know what a mirror was, but with my "enthusiastic help", it quickly remembered something.
"I think I saw it a long time ago, but I couldn't bite it. Then I lost it. I don't know where it is, but it should be here."
Looking at the stupid looking ghost dragon in front of me, I didn't even bother to get angry.
When it comes to extracting memories, it's very difficult to figure out memories that you can't even remember. I'm not going to slowly rummage through this guy's hundreds of years of memories.
So…….
"This dragon is of some use. At least it means that this thing is strong enough and not afraid of tossing. Then, move them all and dig three feet into the ground to find it."
One by one, the skeleton laborers stood up from the ground, picked up their hoes and knives and forks, and began their treasure hunting journey.
Worried that there were not enough people, I summoned an additional group of undead creatures to help with the search.
As a senior tomb robber...adventurer, I have never experienced exploring ruins. Treasures are not just like in games. They are placed in treasure boxes waiting for you to open them, or they are naturally dropped by killing monsters.
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That kind of magic fluctuates violently, and you can tell it is a good thing at a glance. Most of them are cursed items and traps. No one would wander around with all their belongings. Even a monster with a low IQ has its own treasure house disguise and traps.
There won't be any less.
Without a certain eye for appraisal, valuable antiques will be treated as scrap metal when placed in front of them. I have seen a dozen rookies holding shining gold-plated copper swords as treasures. Those legendary stories are about the lucky ones who picked up artifacts from grocery stores.
Well, the premise is that some fool sold the artifact as scrap.
Although ninety-nine times this kind of thing is a scam by profiteer bosses to deceive newcomers, there are indeed a few precedents. After all, not every adventurer team will bring a senior appraiser, and some goods come from errant sources, especially thieves.
Tomb robbers are satisfied if they can safely ship goods, and it is common for them to sell good goods at low prices.
"So, have you ever picked up something? Have you ever bought something good at a low price?"
Dead Cat was a little surprised.
"No, I have seen others pick it up, such as Cavins, Cavins, Adam, Adam..."
I feel more and more that this world is unfair. Why do these low-IQ creatures always succeed in picking up treasures? Even though I have repeatedly identified and tested each time, I have never found a treasure, so...
"So, I opened my own shop in Sulfur Mountain City, specializing in selling 'unappraised stolen goods' and 'antiques found in the catacombs' for five hundred silver coins each. The business was pretty good at the beginning."
"...How can you maintain a long-term supply of that kind of messy stuff? You must have arranged for a 'winning' agent."
"My antique skills are pretty good, and then there are the messy things the system gives me..."
Heloise shook her head, she also guessed what happened next.
"It was later revealed that you can no longer drive?"
"...No, although it was indeed closed later, that was not the reason."
"What is that? You think it's boring?"
"...I accidentally made a mistake. I really sold an artifact for 500 silver. I suffered a big loss and cried because of the loss. I can't continue doing it."
"With your temperament, you can't think of a way to get it back? Oh, I understand, don't tell me that it was Adam who you bought?"
I nodded heavily. This incident has become a shadow in my soul. I have lost at least ten years of sales from one order, and I will never open a store again.
Heloise and I chatted about each other, but we were also passing the time.
The low-level undead are helping to search, but I really don’t know when they will be found.
"Reflective fragments", "hard stones" are just such crude orders that I gave to these low-level undead. They couldn't understand them even if they were complicated. Skeleton soldiers had already come to me with strange-shaped stones. It seemed that this
I've found some.
A year? Half a year? But the rare god of luck actually favored me once. After the rubble in front of me piled up into a hill, less than a week later, a skeleton worker who was almost rotten brought me that