Miss Amber, who was an excellent master of stealth techniques, a professional in the power of shadows, and a lover of grave digging, had a famous saying: "The path is right there, and the door is just an illusory decoration. As long as you put aside your psychological problems, even the door to the royal treasury would only require a single piece of celery."
Well, there was probably no celery in this world. But for Amber, opening the door of an ancient tomb did not require celery.
With a little shadow magic, some understanding of ancient restrictions, and a little bit of luck, the half-elf thief easily cracked the restriction in Cecil's ancestral tomb. A passage that even Heti and Rebecca did not know about appeared in front of everyone.
Then, everyone followed behind Hu Po and stepped into the passage.
The passage of the tomb, which was built with rocks and soul-calming bricks, was much more spacious than expected. Even Gwen and Byron, who were nearly two meters tall, did not feel cramped in the passage. The inlaid magical lampstands on both sides of the passage had withered, but after Heti cast a few basic spells, these 700-year-old lampstands lit up one by one, showing the way forward.
"I'm really just a little thief. I usually just make a living," Amber said modestly as she walked in front of the team. "I'm a descendant of the forest elves, and I respect the spirits of the ancestors. How can I do something like digging tombs?"
Gwen was dismissive of her statement. "You're so good at it, and you still have the nerve to explain?"
Perhaps it was because she was sure that her life was saved, the half-elf, who had no reservations about her race, was as thick-skinned as the door of the tomb that she had just pried open. "Lockpicking and cracking skills are the standard of our profession. What's wrong with having a solid foundation?"
At this time, Rebecca, who was walking in the middle of the group, suddenly asked, "Are you a citizen of Cecil's territory?"
Amber frowned and thought for a moment. "I've lived here for several years, but I've never applied to become an official citizen. But according to the rules of Cecil, those who live here for more than three years and pay taxes on time are considered citizens … So, do you think I'm considered a citizen?"
Rebecca shook her head. "It doesn't count if you don't apply."
"Oh," Amber drawled. "Then why are you asking me this?"
"I'm the Lord of Cecil Domain," Rebecca said seriously. "So if you're my subject, I'm obligated to protect you."
Amber: "… Then why didn't you say so earlier! Is it too late for me to change my words now? "
Rebecca said seriously, "It's too late."
Gwen looked at the serious face of Rebecca, and then at the shameless Amber, and shook his head in amusement.
Although he woke up in such a mess, the feeling of being a human again was much better than the previous state of hell.
He looked at Heti, who was walking behind him. This lady, who he didn't know was his great-granddaughter, had secretly glanced at him more than once. He had been waiting for her to take the initiative to speak, but seeing that she didn't intend to break the silence, he had to take the initiative to ask. "What do you want to ask? Just say it."
Heti was slightly surprised, but she quickly took a deep breath and calmed down. She looked at Gwen's face, which was exactly the same as the face in the family portrait, and carefully chose her words. "Ancestor … I still can't believe it, you're really …"
"That's right. It's really that Gawain Cecil, the pioneer from seven hundred years ago. I can recite my more than thirty years of life to you, or let me tell you about the Second Pioneer Era? But to be honest, I'm afraid this alone can't prove anything. A good historian may be more credible than me. After all, I'm not very eloquent. "Gwen shrugged." You just want to confirm whether I'm real or not, right? "
"Please forgive my doubts," Heti said hurriedly. "But it's a bit … Although there are stories of heroic spirits coming back to life from ancient times to the present, seeing it with your own eyes is a completely different matter. I heard that some Paladins and Silvermoon Elves can fake their deaths for years or even decades, relying on the power of the holy light and the elven secret arts to preserve their souls and vitality. But I've never heard of a human Knight being able to do the same thing, not to mention … you've been dead for seven hundred years. "
"To be honest, I don't know what's going on," Gwen said, shaking his head. Although he wanted to make up a set of logical and convincing theories on the spot to scare his great-great-great-granddaughter, he could not find any useful theories from his own knowledge or Gwen Cecil's memory. So he simply admitted that he could not explain all this. "Maybe it has something to do with what I experienced when I was alive. You know, I once received the blessings of the elements when I led the ancestors to open up the wilderness, which probably changed my physique. "
"Is that so …" Heti said noncommittally. Then she suddenly looked up and looked at the road ahead.
"There's an air current," she whispered. "And there's a different magic reaction. It should be the end of the mausoleum area."
Gwen nodded and at the same time, clenched the Pathfinder's Sword in his hand. An inexplicable feeling of fear made him feel that the road ahead was not safe.
"Be alert." Byron Knight, who was walking at the front with Amber, seemed to have sensed it too. He pulled out his steel broadsword and casually brushed the blade with his other hand. A faint silver light immediately rose from the blade. "You three, pay attention to the back."
There was a sound of metal scraping. The three soldiers were ready for battle. Although they were only of the most basic combat professions, they were the elite warriors who survived the battle against the monsters and were carefully trained by the Cecil family. At this moment, their fearlessness and calmness quickly calmed down the nervous Amber and the little handmaiden Betty, who was protected in the middle of the team.
Although the mausoleum corridor was deep and long, there was always an end. On both sides of the stone wall, there were Calming Stone bricks inlaid every ten meters. These were the signs of the mausoleum area, and with the disappearance of these Calming Stone bricks, a slightly open area like a crossroad appeared in front of them.
This was the junction of the mausoleum area and the underground area of the castle. It was also the transportation hub that led to the ancient secret passages.
Amber pointed to one of the branches of the 'crossroad' and said, "I came in from there. It leads to a dry well outside the castle, but it must be occupied by the monsters now."
Gwen looked at Heti and asked, "Which way is west?"
Heti stretched out her hand and outlined a simple magic rune in the air. The rune then turned into a glowing ribbon and pointed in a certain direction.
"It's over there," Gawain said. However, just as he finished speaking, a sense of danger suddenly rose in his heart.
There was no time to think. His well-trained body reacted faster than his mind. Almost subconsciously, Gawain raised the Pathfinder's Sword to block the attack. Immediately after, he felt a heavy impact from the sword as if it was hit by a hammer.
His body swayed slightly, and then he steadied himself. The attackers finally appeared in front of everyone. With a vague murmur, three tall figures staggered out from one of the dark corridors of the crossroad!
It was not the appearance of any creature in nature at all. It was more like a monster put together by the evil creativity of the necromancers and demon warlocks. They were close to three meters tall, like shriveled and deformed giants, but their bodies were formed by an amorphous substance that flowed like mud. The mud-like substance undulated on their bodies, and from time to time, huge holes would appear, and in the holes, blood-red bones could be seen.
"Ah!" The moment they saw the three monsters, Rebecca let out a short scream, and Betty quickly bit her lips, as if she would cry at any time. Heti raised her staff and slammed it on the ground, activating a weak Mind Cleansing Spell to offset the fear effect caused by the monsters on everyone. At the same time, she quickly said to Gwen, "Ancestor, it's these monsters!"
At this time, Gwen had recovered from the shock of seeing the non-human monsters for the first time. The corresponding memory appeared in his mind. "It's these things?!"
At this moment, the three monsters had launched another attack. They kept uttering murmurs that sounded like they were sleep-talking. At the same time, two of them charged at Gawain's group with large strides. The remaining monster raised its arm, and a dark energy arrow condensed in front of its arm. In the next second, it flew straight at Amber, who was standing at the front of the group!
"Wah!" Amber let out a short scream, and instantly shrank into the shadow behind Byron the Knight, and in the next moment, appeared in another shadow ten meters away. Byron the Knight raised his silver broadsword, and after a roar, he took the initiative to meet one of the monsters.
"Heti, Rebecca, take care of the one that can shoot the shadow arrow! Try not to use arcane spells, arcane magic is almost useless against these things! Amber, you and the warriors protect the spellcasters! "Gwen shouted, and then waved his longsword, bracing himself to rush forward.
He had never wielded a sword to fight with people.
He had never seen any non-human monsters.
Although he had experienced rebirth, it was only today that he stood on the land of this foreign world for the first time.
So he didn't know what he could do at this moment, relying on the battle instinct left in his body, the battle knowledge in his mind that didn't belong to him, and an ancient longsword that had lost its magic power.
But many times, fate didn't give you a choice.
You're standing right here, and the monster is standing right there. There's no way out for you, and you only have a 700-year-old antique sword in your hand. You could have had a shield, but the shield was destroyed by a prodigal son a hundred years ago. What else can you do in such a situation?
Fight, f * cking fight!
Isn't it just a mutant?
The Gwen Cecil from 700 years ago could beat a hundred of them by himself!
Today, there are only three of them, can't he deal with them?
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