After the underground cemetery was attacked by four dragon roars, rubble began to fall from the top, showing signs of collapse.
"This place is going to collapse, don't look back, keep running out!" Werther shouted at the two women.
The ghoul holding a two-handed sword slowly stood up and walked towards Witte. The dragon's roar attack did only moderate damage to him. The shield-sword ghoul and the bow-and-arrow ghoul also gradually approached Witte.
Boom~~
There was a sound from the ornate sarcophagus in the middle of the hall, and the stone cover was pushed aside by a withered hand inside the coffin.
A ghoul who was taller than Werther stood up from the coffin. He was wearing thick plate armor. The dry flesh had been adhered to the armor. There were also some decayed cloth decorations on the outside of the armor. The top of the helmet was in the shape of a crown.
A few strands of platinum hair hang down from the gaps in the helmet.
The crowned ghoul stood upright, slowly turned his head, and looked at Werther with purple soul-fire eyes. The gravel falling from the top of the hall hit him, but it could not shake his tall body in the slightest.
Werther stood up and pulled out the arrow stuck in his knee, and cast a healing spell on the wound. The healing spell stopped the bleeding but the wound could not heal. The magic on the arrow that continued to reduce life was still working.
Ignoring the pain, Werther limped towards the passage, opened the four bottles of medicine on his belt, and drank them all.
Turning back to check the situation of the ghouls, three ghouls were striding towards him. The crown ghoul had already stepped out of the coffin and was about to pick up the weapon on the stone table next to the coffin.
Witte threw an explosive fireball at the crown ghoul and shield ghoul, hoping to blow away the crown ghoul's weapons and delay them for a while.
When the Crowned Ghoul saw the fireball coming, he leaned forward and grabbed the weapon. The fireball exploded on his armor, and the flames immediately enveloped him.
The shield ghoul crouched slightly, leaning forward with the shield and supporting it with one foot, allowing the shield to protect the body to the maximum extent. The fireball exploded on the shield, and the ghoul was pushed back four or five steps by the impact of the explosion, and the flames scattered.
All around, the ghouls continue to advance towards Werther.
Even though his whole body was burned by flames, it didn't affect the movements of the crowned ghoul. He held a giant sword in both hands and raised it above his head, slashing down hard in the direction of Werther. A half-moon-shaped blood-red sword energy came from the giant sword.
The sword flew out and flew towards Werther at an extremely fast speed.
The distance between the Crowned Ghoul and Werther was not too far away, and the blood-red sword energy flashed by. Werther only had time to turn around before he was struck on the back by the sword energy.
The three layers of magic defense, the Valyrian steel altar in the backpack and Werther's powerful vitality all worked. The sword energy did not cut through the body, but pushed Werther forward into the relief tunnel.
Witte's feet rubbed against the ground and flew dozens of meters away. It wasn't until the red sword energy disappeared and lost its thrust that Witte lay on the ground and dropped his backpack.
Although he was not directly cut in half, there was severe pain in his back and body, and a bone-deep wound extended from his left shoulder to his waist.
Boom~
The deepest hall has collapsed, and a large amount of dust has been blown into the relief tunnel.
Witte quickly stood up, the yellow light of the healing technique continued to light up, and while the wound on his back healed rapidly, he dragged an injured leg out of the cave and replaced the transformation-type iron armor technique with the most advanced dragon skin technique.
Finally reaching the relief slope, Werther stopped, turned around and looked at the dark straight tunnel, and his hands began to accumulate magic power.
Four corpses have entered the tunnel, and eight eyes with purple soul fire are extremely conspicuous in the darkness.
Werther stepped into a horse stance sideways, and magic power quickly gathered in his hands. The effect of the flame cloak had long been turned off, and now a large amount of electric current began to appear throughout Werther's body.
The electric current passed through the air and made a buzzing sound. The clothes under the ice armor had been scorched by the electric current, and the skin of the hands was also burned black by the electric current.
The sound of the current is getting louder and louder, the magic power continues to accumulate in the palm of the hand, and the brightness has begun to dazzle the eyes.
"Ha!"
Werther pushed forward with both hands at the same time, and the magic power turned into an arm-thick electric current in front of him. This kind of arm-thick electric current was not just one, but dozens of strands!
Dozens of strands of blue-white current were intertwined and tangled together, converging into a huge current with a diameter of nearly two meters. It was directed towards the direction where Witte's hands were outputting magic power, and the current surged toward the four corpses in an extremely violent moment.
The strong wind whipped up caused Werther's long hair to swing wildly behind his head, and the entire underground tunnel was dazzling by the light of the electric current, accompanied by a huge roar.
The thunder at night can make people's pores stand up from several kilometers away, but this is still a closed underground. At first, the roar can be heard, but within a few seconds, Werther felt that all the sounds disappeared instantly.
The electric current arrived instantly, and the shield sword walking in the front was hit by the electric current. The lightning directly burned his decaying body through the armor. Even though the armor was magic resistant, all parts of his body began to be electrocuted into coke and turned into ashes.
The current rushes to the rear together.
The shield-sword ghoul was not dead yet. He raised his shield with all his strength, blocking part of the current and providing cover for other ghouls behind him.
The electric current was blocked by the Shield Sword Ghoul's shield and no longer concentrated. The Crown Ghoul was behind him, stretched out his left hand to grab the ghoul holding the giant sword, held it in front of his body as a shield, and walked to the side of the Shield Sword Ghoul while resisting the current.
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The electric current can't just be blocked. It runs around here without being gathered together and falls on the armor of the crown ghoul. The smoky gray armor flashes with light blue magic light everywhere, reducing the power of the electric current to the minimum.
However, it still caused some damage to his body.
He threw the giant sword ghoul forward into the electric current, and all the electricity instantly converged on the giant sword ghoul.
The Crowned Ghoul picked up his two-handed giant sword again, held it with both hands sideways and swung it in the direction of Werther. Another half-moon-shaped blood-red sword energy was emitted, flying sideways to Werther's waist.
The light in the tunnel was so dazzling that Werther couldn't see the sword energy at all. He only felt a huge force coming from his waist, and his body was arched up. The release of magic was also interrupted. His whole body hit the relief heavily, and in the exquisite relief
A dent was made in it.
The red sword energy hit Werther in the middle, and the sword energy on both sides cut two huge holes in the obsidian relief.
The shield-sword ghoul still maintains the posture of raising the shield. Except for the armor, his whole body has turned into charcoal, and the purple soul fire in his eyes has been extinguished.
The crowned ghoul pointed at Werther, screamed, and walked towards Werther with menacing steps.
The bow and arrow ghoul followed him, and the giant sword ghoul covered in charred black got up from the ground, shook his body, the soul fire in his eyes suddenly ignited, and he raised his swords and also attacked Werther.
The first sword energy attack of the Crowned Ghoul cut a deep bone-visible wound on Witte's body. The dragon skin technique used to attack Witte for the second time offset more damage. After the ice armor on his abdomen was slashed, there was no trace of it.
The stomach was broken open, leaving only a wound, but the huge force still shocked Werther to the point of bleeding from his internal organs.
Boom~
The tunnel also began to collapse.
Witte quickly summoned an ice giant to stand behind him, cast healing spells on his body, and struggled to walk out of the cave with his body in severe pain and lameness.
"The crown ghoul is equipped with top-notch equipment and cannot be defeated. The cemetery is beginning to collapse. If you don't go out, you will be buried here. Logically speaking, the ghoul cannot leave the cave. As long as you go out, you will be safe."
Werther walked to the top of the relief slope and was about to enter the fork in the altar. Buzz, a burst of red light flashed behind him, and the summoned ice giant was cut into two pieces.
Without looking back, he once again summoned an ice giant to block the fork in the road. The summoned ice giant could only withstand one sword attack. It was a big loss to waste Witte, but as long as he could hold the opponent back, it was worth the loss.
A bright light was seen in front of him. After treatment, the bleeding in various parts of his body had stopped. Werther sped up and walked out of the underground and climbed onto the rubble.
Nymeria and Tyene struggled to climb up the spiral stairs, and there was still at least **ten meters of vertical distance from the top of the excavation pit.
"Werther is out!" The two women were very happy. It proved that everything was fine when he came out. But Werther's next words poured cold water on them both.
"Keep going up, the things inside are coming out!"
The two women looked into the pit.
A red light flashed at the bottom of the pit, and a half-moon-shaped sword energy flew out of the tunnel and hit the rubble.
The inside of the tomb is made of obsidian, which has a very good defensive effect against sword energy. For the ordinary stones outside, the sword energy cut several boulders in half before disappearing.
Climbing up the stairs quickly is very tiring, and can make people unable to lift their legs. It was the first time they saw this kind of thing, and they could only try to escape with their sore legs.
Werther activated his wind magic and quickly caught up with them. He held them with a mage's hand in each hand and lifted them up one level. Werther once again accumulated magic power in place.
This time he used a master-level meteor shower. Unlike in Braavos, this time Witte concentrated all the bolides in the mine.
Standing firm on his feet and holding his hands empty, golden-red flames gathered from his body to his hands. Werther calculated the time, and boom~, the fireball gathered in his hands shot straight into the sky.
Werther started running again. The two women had normal physical strength, but they ran too slowly and were overtaken by Werther again.
"Hold me tight!"
One of the two women hugged Werther tightly. The white magic hand stretched out from Werther's hand, grabbed the step on the upper floor and pulled it up. The three of them flew upwards. Before landing, Werther grabbed it again with his other hand.
Living on one floor and repeating this process, the three of them quickly escaped from the excavation pit.
"You guys go to the camp and get on your horses. I think these things can come out."
"Okay, you have to be careful!" The two women ran towards the camp, while Werther stood on the edge of the excavation pit and looked at the bottom.
Boom~
There was a vibration on the ground, a large amount of dust spewed out of the underground hole, and the underground cemetery had completely collapsed.
"What the hell has this thing become!"
The dust at the bottom of the excavation pit dispersed, and three pairs of purple eyes appeared. They looked at Werther standing still, his body rising and falling, as if he was adapting to the day.
Witte once again accumulated magic power, and together he gathered a face-sized fireball with his hands, and then injected wind magic into it, and the fireball began to spin violently.
"Die!"
The rings on both hands can reduce the consumption of destruction by 40%. After sending out an enhanced explosive fireball, Witte continues to accumulate the next one.
Undead is weak to fire, and fire spells are difficult to cast underground. Now that they are out of the excavation pit, Witte starts bombing from a high position.
The fireball didn't fly very fast. The three ghouls had been paying attention to Werther. When they saw the fireball flying towards them, the crown ghoul raised his hand and pointed at the fireball. The remaining two ghouls walked away a few steps and spread out, looking up.
Towards the fireball.
"fo~~krah~diin~~"
The corpse ghost shouted another dragon language magic, and a large ball of ice air rushed out of his mouth, gradually expanding in the air and becoming the same size as dragon flames, except that the dragon flames were flames.
It's a cold air mixed with frost.
Huge cold air masses and fireballs collided in the sky.
Bang~~
The fireball exploded, splitting the cold air mass into pieces, and flames and white cold air surged in the air, turning into a huge amount of white mist. The loud sound scared all the birds in the woods near the excavation camp and flew away.
The power of the cold air mass was much greater than that of the fireball. Although it was scattered a little, it was still powerful enough to carry the white mist out of the excavation pit and blow it towards Werther.
Seeing this, Witte had no choice but to release the explosive fireball in his hand again to collide with the cold air.
Bang~~
With another explosion, the cold air mass was finally completely dispersed, and a fierce cold wind rushed out from the excavation pit. Werther felt a biting cold, and ice crystals formed at the entrance of the excavation pit.
The diffuse white mist filled the entire excavation pit, forming a sharp contrast with the golden-red sky.
The first bolide broke through the clouds and crashed into the excavation pit.
"fo~~krah~diin~~"
Boom~~~
The collision of cold air and flames produced a huge explosion, blowing down the trees outside the pit.
He summoned the flame spirit and let it continuously release fireballs, dragging the three corpses to the bottom of the excavation pit. Witte held the Dark Sister tightly and carefully observed the excavation pit filled with white mist to prevent any accidents.
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More bolide crashed down.
Using dragon roar in this world consumes magic power, and even corpses cannot use it indefinitely.
Boom~Boom~Boom~Boom~
The golden-red explosion flame began to light up at the bottom of the excavation pit. The shock wave of the explosion shook away the white fog. The continuous loud explosions and vibrations caused cracks to appear around the excavation pit, and gravel continued to fall into the pit. "fo~~krah~diin~~"
The corpse ghost was still resisting with the ice-type dragon roar, but faced with the highest level of magical flames that conflicted with its own attributes, several bolides fell again, and there was no sound of resistance from the bottom of the pit.
Nymeria and Tyene rode horses and rushed to Wert, followed by two maids on horseback. The eyes of these horses were covered with blindfolds, so they were much less frightened and could still be ridden.
"How is it? Is it over?" Nymeria has a deep memory of Wirt's fire magic. As long as it is used, wherever it falls, it will become a flaming hell, and no one can survive.
Werther raised his left hand to signal them to stop talking and look carefully at the bottom of the pit.
The smoke from digging at the bottom of the pit gradually dissipated. The corpses holding bows and two-handed swords were blown into pieces and scattered at the bottom of the pit. Their armors were attached to their chests. Two helmets were blown off, and their heads were blown away.
Also inside, Werther saw that the soul fire in their eyes had been extinguished.
"Where's another Crowned Ghoul?"
"What is that?" Nymeria raised her spear and pointed into the pit.
Witte looked over and saw that the body of the Crowned Ghoul and its weapons had turned transparent, showing a light blue color. He was running up the steps around the mine, running tirelessly.
"You go north and stay away from me." Werther said to the two women seemingly calmly.
The two women didn't speak. Nymeria looked at the scars on Witte's body, nodded heavily, and ran away on horseback. Triene began to cry. Witte slapped her horse with his palm, and the horse was frightened and ran away.
Ni could only ride the horse to follow her sister. The two maids naturally followed her and left.
"With the abilities of Lagot's Mask, Bloody Scar Blade, Phantom Aether, and powerful magic resistance, my fellow countryman really turned his son into a super soldier!"
The crowned ghoul is still running upwards, and Werther is watching him from a high place.
If he just relies on the knowledge of the dragon roar, it is not powerful and can be dealt with. But he is the first generation descendant of the Dragonborn, and if he is also a Dragonborn, it will be difficult to deal with.
After entering the system, there are still four dragon souls left. I have done various analyzes before, and now I finally made up my mind to add three dragon souls to one dragon roar.
The source of magic in this world is dragons. Before, I was waiting for Daenerys to hatch three little dragons. But now I really can’t defeat this ghoul. I am about to die. Who cares about the Mother of Dragons! Who cares about the Red Comet!
No matter what fables of the gods! No matter what power struggles!
Witte pointed his sword at the figure of the crowned ghoul and roared, "I am the Dragonborn! I am the true dragon!"
The magic power restored by drinking the potion has reached the required level. Werther stood by the pit, accumulating all the magic power in his body to his upper body, and slowly gathered it to his mouth.
Before the first word of the dragon roar was shouted, a dark cloud blocked the sun, the sky began to darken, and the wind made the trees rustle.