"laugh…"

Frien lit the torch, and the flames illuminated an ancient and wide hall. Several blue-gray columns supported the ceiling, and spider webs were everywhere. Moths and insects were sucked into empty shells and rotted and blackened in the net. Vines emerged from cracks in the wall, and pythons passed through the ground like a python, connecting to the other end.

His gaze shifted to the corner of the hall, and a black shadow suddenly appeared on the stone wall behind a pillar - a four-legged beast, half-sized, squatting on the ground, and his thick and short forelimbs quickly grabbed the air.

Frien was so scared that his eyes twitched, and he looked at each other with the witcher, slowly circling behind the shadows, one left and one right.

"Jiji!" A harsh scream echoed in the hall, and it emerged from behind the pillars.

What a big gray-haired mouse!

It is no less than a strong hunting dog, covered with thick gray hair, sharp teeth and claws, and his pupils are filled with crazy scarlet red.

Facing the two big men carrying weapons, it rushed up with a whisper.

"Swish-"

Gu Weishir slashed head-on, and the sharp blade separated the flesh and blood and slashed it into two pieces. Blood gushed out of his waist and abdomen, dyeing the ground red. It fell to the ground and twitched for two times and disappeared.

"I've hit a ghost! What did this place do before?" Frien looked around, "There were robbers outside, and there were gray-haired mice when they first came in... Where birds didn't poop, I didn't know what this thing could grow so fat. If the cat hit it, it would be torn to pieces! Of course, except for the knife cat."

"Man," he paused, "I have an ominous premonition. If I continue to go deeper, there may be other dangers."

The witch hunter squatted down his body and began to cut the mouse's tail. During observation, its tail actually belonged to a plastic material.

Frien's mouth twitched, and his face became numb.

In the past two days, he has seen too many "non-human" behaviors on the other side, just like a seven or eight-year-old child, full of curiosity about all flowers, plants and animals. He picks one on the other, cuts one on the other, and puts it in a bag that will never be filled.

It's no wonder.

After cutting his tail and passing through a narrow and dark corridor, the witch hunter collected a few glimmer mushrooms from the wall and came to a nearly closed room.

"This is the mechanism in Master Farenjia's mouth." Frien rubbed his temples in distress, looked at the iron gate pressing on the ground at the end of the hall, the pull rod in front of the door, and three rotating stone tablets with different patterns, and said seriously, "We are not mages who do research all day long. If we want to crack this thing, it will probably take a day to delay!"

However, his complaints had just fallen.

The witch hunter looked around casually, focused on scanning the second floor of two stone tablets and one stone tablet at a time, and suddenly stepped forward to control the mechanism.

He simply decisively twisted the three rotating stone tablets a few times, and the patterns on the surface of the monument turned into snakes, snakes, and dolphins.

He pulled the lever again.

Click...

The iron gate rises, revealing the bright avenue!

Frien was stunned, a hint of shame appeared on his plain cheeks.

The time for the other party to unplug the mechanism is only twenty seconds before and after.

"Am I too stupid, or is it too smart for Golden Eyes?"

However, in the past two days, he had been numb by Roy's blow.

"I have given birth, and he doesn't know what he doesn't know?"

The mechanism was untied, but Roy was not busy passing.

Instead, he separated his hands and feet from one another, making a strange casting posture, and pointed his fingers into the open space. 50 points of magic power poured into the runes of "summoning magic pets" in his mind.

At the same time, the experience value is reduced by 5 points.

"Boom!"

A blue-purple sphere emerged from his fingers, as if opening the door to a certain realm level. When the sphere disappeared, a hellhound, which was bigger than a gray-haired mouse, came to him, squatted on the ground with his hind limbs, yawning lazily, revealing pale canine teeth that were jagged.

Before coming here, it seemed to be resting.

Roy silently recited an instruction in his heart.

It suddenly stood up, shook its black fur, and rushed into the iron gate behind the mechanism with a refreshing spirit.

"Wang!" After ten seconds, the hellhound, who had finished stepping on the mine, called out a lightly, and Roy called out to Frien and went over.

When I saw it, there were dusty porcelain urns and wooden shelves.

"Why is the environment and architectural style of yin and magnificent, like a large tomb chamber, these bottles and jars look like burial objects?"

"How come there is a rotten smell on the cloth in this roll? It's not a shroud, right?"

"Um..."

Roy blocked his mouth with gold coins from the porcelain jar.

The two of them immediately started sweeping their eyes!

...

"Swoosh-"

The bowstring vibrates continuously, and two short silver lights flash through the air.

The two evil rats had bleeding from their heads and hit the wall with no movement.

The helldog made a low and angry hissing sound from her throat, biting a rat's neck tightly, allowing it to whine until it died.

"Swish-"

The sword light drew a straight bloodline, and the fourth evil rat was cut in half by Gu Weishir.

Frien shook his wrist and stared at the forks in front of him that were as well-connected as spider webs, and the ancient and dark coffins that could be seen everywhere.

His ideas were verified, and this Wastewater Temple was a group grave.

Some coffins are embedded into the wall on one side of the corridor, and some are placed vertically against the wall.

And there was not a single thing inside - an ugly corpse lying.

I don’t know how long they have been dead, but the bodies have not turned into a pile of broken bone frames, and they still maintain their complete shape, like a mummy that has been weathered for many years, with rotten skin and muscles all over their body and emaciated.

They wore sleeveless iron armor like warriors, holding rusty weapons in their arms: double-handed broadswords, battle axes, one-handed swords, axes, shields, and long-range bows and arrows.

The overall look gives people a feeling of being arrogant without anger.

"The warrior of the ancient Nords?" Frien's eyes showed a sudden look, and he leaned towards the coffin with respect.

He intends to pay tribute.

Someone grabbed his shoulder from behind.

Roy shook his head and glanced at the summoning object under his feet.

The Hellhound immediately rushed towards the pile of coffins, but less than five meters away, it stepped into the forbidden area and violated the majesty of the deceased.

"Kazkaz..." A series of crisp sounds of bones rubbing against each other echoed in the dense corridor.

The pile of rotten flesh, carrying a long sword, twisted its neck, stood up from the coffin where it was living, and completely recovered!

"Swoosh-"

A crossbow arrow cut through the air in the corridor.

The mummy running towards the two men seemed to be hit by a siege hammer, and her whole body was knocked back into the erect coffin, and dust was overflowing.

Half of his face, which was smashed by arrows, was covered in blood and was covered with dehydrated vegetables-like brain matter.

However, in its only remaining eye, the ice-blue light still flashed, showing extremely tenacious vitality.

The witch hunter stared at it with deep eyes.

Nord Dead

Identity: Ancient Nords, worshippers of the Dragon Cult

property:

Strength: 9

Agility: 5

Physical constitution: 9

Perception: 4

Will: 6

Charm: 3

Spirit: 5

Skill:

Trench,

Corpse Ghost (passive): This creature's soul is affected by some special magic and is bound in the body. It is immune to bleeding, not affected by pain, its weakness disappears, breaks the limitations of body self-protection, and exerts all its strength, but its reaction and movement speed is weaker than before. Strength +1, constitution +1, agility -1.

War howl, cold resistance, basic swordsmanship lv8, constellation blessings—(warrior sign).

...

"Puchi..."

The helldog jumped up suddenly, bit his neck, and then opened his mouth and sprayed orange flames.
To be continued...