After passing through a hall full of cobwebs and dust, the tomb was located at the end of the underground city. Generally speaking, it was the place where the boss monster was. As soon as Brando entered the tomb, he instinctively felt that something was wrong. The tomb was very small, with a length and width of only a few dozen steps. The whole structure was square, and a huge sarcophagus quietly stopped in the middle of the room on a stone platform protruding from the ground. The architectural style of the tomb was the same as the tomb outside, but the atmosphere in the tomb was clearly oppressive.
Under the dim light, the narrow space seemed to be filled with an evil aura. The air was condensed to the freezing point, and even the flames of the torches were suppressed out of thin air.
This was the aura of the boss monster, but it was much stronger than Brando had expected. This was not the aura that a level 30 boss monster should have. However, Brando looked around and did not find the boss monster. He could only guess that the boss monster should be in the sarcophagus in the middle. He pulled out Halran Gaia and placed it flat to block the people behind him, indicating that they should not act rashly. Then he turned his head and asked, "Where are the cards?"
"Over there, My Lord." The sorcerer-apprentice immediately pointed to the other side of the sarcophagus. Brando then noticed the remains of a skeleton lying in the shadows. Because the tomb was full of such skeletons, he did not notice this detail before. Now that he was reminded, he immediately noticed that the remains were different from the others. The people buried in this tomb should be slaves. Most of them did not wear any luxurious clothes. Even if they did, most of them would have been charred and turned into dust with the passage of time. However, the skeleton was wearing a robe that was intact, and there was a staff by its hand. Brando recognized at a glance that it was a sorcerer. Other than sorcerers, very few people would use a precious material like Magic Blackwood to make a staff.
There were a few shining cards scattered around the skeleton. They were the Cards of Fate, and there were a total of five of them.
It was not strange for a wizard to carry a Card of Fate, and this was not the first time he found one in a spellcaster's belongings. Wizards were a group of people who were full of curiosity and exploration towards all the mysterious things in this world. They would often collect strange little things that even they themselves couldn't recognize. Every year, many people would lose their lives because of this. At least Brando had heard of people who were cursed because they collected statues of evil gods. Therefore, it was not hard to understand why Magi would collect some mysterious cards.
"Can I use some kind of spell to get it?" Brando asked. He instinctively felt that this tomb was somewhat dangerous. There were many kinds of Commander-tier monsters. Some of them were very troublesome and knew how to set traps. Although there were only Tomb Ghouls outside, there was no guarantee that the owner of this tomb would not be a high-tier Sudden Death Spirit. He did not want to enter the enemy's main battlefield and fight it.
More importantly, this tomb gave him a very indescribable feeling. He had experienced the "Calamity of Wolves". Even when faced with a tide of baring beasts, he was not as nervous as he was now. The danger in the air seemed to condense into needles, piercing his heart. He had been in hundreds and thousands of dungeons and was very sensitive to danger. He instinctively felt that there was something strange about this tomb.
Although from the outside entrance, this should be a level 30 enhanced dungeon. In theory, the boss should be a Gold-tier Commander-tier monster. But there was no guarantee that nothing would go wrong. No one could guarantee that they would not make a mistake. Especially after going deeper into the tomb, Brando found that the tomb's history was unbelievably long. If this tomb existed before the rule of Erouine and the Silver Elves, then it had at least been around for thousands of years.
For things like tombs and dungeons, the longer the history, the stranger the monsters inside. The Amber Sword was very realistic in this aspect. Brando had to be careful. He trusted his own judgment and experience.
The apprentices shook their heads in unison.
"We've tried, my lord," one of them mustered up the courage to answer, "but the sarcophagus seems to have some power that can dispel our magic. As soon as our magic gets close to the sarcophagus, it immediately disappears."
"Disappears?" Brando asked, "Is it dispelled?"
"No, we don't feel that our magic has been dispelled. Rather than saying … it's more like we've been cut off. "An apprentice replied.
Blocking mental power, it should be a psionic ability. Brando immediately concluded that psionic magic was the most famous, followed by holy words and witchcraft. In The Amber Sword, the ghosts were famous for creating illusions using their psychic powers. They could distort people's minds and magnify their fear by a thousand times. When you felt their cold fingertips pass through your chest, you would have already turned into ice. It wasn't because of the cold, but because your heart had fallen into eternal darkness.
Therefore, the sarcophagus might really be the Spirit Lord. So Brando thought for a moment and took out the white deer statue from his pocket. Everyone saw a white deer emitting a fluorescent light appear in the tomb. The accompanying mercenaries were shocked at first, but when they realized that it was their lord's summoned creature, they were relieved. But when they looked at Brando, their eyes were inexplicably filled with awe.
The White Deer was a holy spirit in Aouine's legends, and those who were blessed by the White Deer would often become heroes in the legends. This kind of saying was especially popular among the people in the south, because there would occasionally be people who would witness the White Deer in the forest.
After the white deer appeared, it retreated slightly and uneasily dug its hooves into the ground. Its behavior made Brando frown. The white deer holy spirit was the nemesis of all evil creatures. The leader of the monsters in the sarcophagus actually made it feel uneasy. Brando immediately became alert. All the details proved that his initial intuition was not wrong. There was definitely something strange about this tomb.
He could not help but look at The Shire. When they were breaking the seal on the outside, the two of them had already noticed that something was wrong.
"Do … Do you want us to go and get those things, my lord?" The wizard apprentice at the side observed Brando's expression and asked with some trepidation.
Anyone could see that there was something strange about this tomb. No one knew what kind of danger they would encounter if they went in. Adventuring in underground tombs was originally an extremely dangerous thing. Terrifying evil creatures and fatal curses had taken the lives of countless adventurers. However, Brando's reputation in Abies was unparalleled. If he gave an order, most of the wizards and adventurers present would blindly trust him.
But Brando shook his head. Although he was now the lord of a territory, and in name, or perhaps in the eyes of the northern princess, he was considered an outstanding noble. If Amandina was here, she would definitely warn him that it was not the right thing to do to put himself in danger. But in essence, he was still a simple-minded player and a simple youth from the countryside of Braggs. No matter what the excuse was, sending people to die in a trap was not something a normal player would do to an intelligent and thoughtful NPC.
Besides, if it was so easy to take out the spoils of war, then this sarcophagus would not be here. At present, it seemed that only by killing the Boss in the sarcophagus would they have a chance to get the 'treasure' here. This was the most basic setting of a game. Although Wohnde was no longer a game, it was still born out of The Amber Sword. At least until now, Brando did not see that this world was too different from the original world.
"All of you, back off. This is not a battle you can participate in." He turned around and pointed his sword at the others and gave the order. At the same time, he gave The Shire a look, indicating that the two of them should approach from the left and right. He decided to open the sarcophagus first to see what the monster was.
But this order made everyone present stunned. They had never seen a Lord who would go first when faced with danger. Of course, most of them felt strange. Brando's actions were somewhat out of place in the traditional view of this world. Or to put it bluntly, he did not seem like a Lord or a noble. But no one talked about it. There was only silence. At least everyone could understand the benevolence and righteousness contained in this order.
Although everyone understood that in the struggle between nobles, only those with a heart as hard as iron could really reach the top. But in fact, no one wanted to follow a person who was cold-blooded and ruthless to the people around him.
The young mage Lerian saw this scene and could not help but hold his breath. He was born into a noble family. In his impression, his father was a small noble who was busy making friends all day long. He had also seen those shrewd and serious nobles. But the Brando he knew was completely different from all the nobles he had seen.
In fact, the mercenaries around him, and even the wizards, did not doubt that Brando was a real noble. Yes, because the lord was knowledgeable and knew almost everything. Only nobles could have such a deep family knowledge. But in Lerian's opinion, it was not so. With his attentiveness and sharpness, it was not difficult for him to find a side of Brando that did not fit in with the nobles. That was why he once suspected that Brando was not a noble. Of course, this suspicion could not explain Brando's knowledge and calm attitude, nor could it shake his loyalty to this Lord. But it always made him puzzled.
But until now, he was sure.
Ever since Brando turned around and pointed his sword at them and gave the order, he suddenly saw the brilliance of a true noble from the sword. It was not a temperament that the nobles of today's Erouine could have. It was the demeanor of the ancient nobles. The king and the nobles' swords always walked in front of their people. They held the flag high and led their ancestors to cut through the thorns in the darkness, walking on a path to order and light.
In the darkness, the blood of the nobles flowed.
That was the path of the ancient sages.
Lerian looked at the backs of Brando and The Shire and could not help but take a step forward. But at this time, Brando and The Shire had already placed their hands on the sarcophagus, one on the left and one on the right. At this time, the temperature in the tomb suddenly dropped. Everyone could feel a layer of frost growing on the walls of the tomb at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the blink of an eye, there was a thick layer of snow.
In just a moment, everyone's teeth started to chatter.
"Damn it, what the hell is this?!"
Brendel's strange yell shattered the noble image that he had built up in Lerian's mind. His noble demeanor vanished like a puff of smoke, and he returned to being the lord who made a fuss over nothing. Of course, Lerian did not know that this image was called a player, and he would never know. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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