Kuleman threw away the wooden staff he had picked up from the skeleton mage, and a voice of disdain came from his chest. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"It's all rubbish that doesn't even have the breath of magic, alas, it's not even worth going to Gerald for preservatives, these poor ghosts!"

The undead shook his head and looked at Locke.

"Locke, it's time for us to move on, it's getting dark, in order to prevent Dalgao from continuing to resurrect more corpses from the tomb, we need to stop him as soon as possible!"

Locke walked over to the skeleton mage in the distance and pulled out the sword from the ground that had been thrown as a throwing weapon.

There was a slight gap in the long sword, the quality of the forging was not up to par, and the weapon could no longer be used, Locke shook his head and threw away the weapon.

When will you have a good weapon?

For example... Sword of the Brotherhood, Oberline Sword of Soulbreaker, Ember Bringer... Ember Bringer??!

Right! Ember Bringer! The first two weapons are no longer a chance for the time being, but the latter one is in the hands of the Grand Lord Alexandros Mograini, who is now one of the leaders of the Crusaders!

If you plan well, you still have a chance.

Locke took the last of his sword, which was still in good condition, and walked along the cemetery road, and the undead thief Kuleman had already gone ahead to explore the way.

Along the way, scattered skeletons and zombies came to the door from time to time, and they were easily dissolved by Locke.

Thinking back to the time when he was in the mill town, he was forced by those skeleton warriors, and Locke felt a lot of emotion in his heart. Who would have thought that a few days later, the embarrassed self who was chased by the zombie dog would now be able to kill in and out of the heap of loss.

As the wide road turned into a winding and narrow sidewalk, the surrounding vegetation grew luxuriant, and the air was filled with the smell of old earth mixed with the stench of some corpses, and they came to the end of the road, the entrance to a catacomb.

The entrance to the tomb is a tall open house on the surface, the front is flanked by support columns piled up with white strips of boulders, flanked by smooth and neat walls cut into stone, there is a ditch for drainage under the eaves outside the entrance, and inside the entrance is a staircase that extends downward, and there is no light below the staircase, and the whole staircase is like a path into the abyss.

"Here it is, the underground entrance to the tomb, which I have visited several times in my lifetime, to bury important members of the Agamandeh family. It's deep down here, there's a lot of extended burial chambers, and there's no light, so I'm going to need to make you some lighting tools. Wait, it'll be fine soon. ”

Kuleman touched his waist, took something out of his hand, and put it on the ground.

Locke was really in awe of his way of hiding things, it should have been something like a magic package.

Kuleman skillfully fiddled with what he felt from his waist, and soon a lit torch was handed to Locke.

"As a thief, I don't need this thing, you take it, I will always be by your side after I go down, but I won't make a noise unless there are special circumstances, so as not to be discovered by that villain." After saying that, the thief Kuleman directly hid his body.

Locke looked at the torch in his hand, then looked at the disappeared Kuleman, and then looked at the entrance of the tomb of the black hole, took a deep breath, held the torch in his left hand, and held the long sword in his right hand tightly, and strode down towards the entrance of the cemetery.

After entering, the surroundings were dark, he was half-bent over, holding a torch in his left hand and stretching forward, his eyes looking forward vigorously, and holding a long sword in his right hand, which was placed horizontally in front of his chest to prevent some unexpected incidents.

The stairs extended down step by step, and Locke also walked down step by step, and then the air of the tomb became turbid, and the air was filled with the smell of earth and the faint smell of corpses, and soon the top of his head fell into darkness.

Locke brandished a torch and burned the cobwebs on both sides, carefully muffling the sound of his feet, and the only sound of his own breathing and the crackling of torches could be heard throughout the tomb.

Suddenly, there was a series of gurgling sounds in front of me, like the screams of animals and like someone was pronouncing them with their chest.

Locke's spirit tensed, and the torch in his hand shone towards the place where the sound was made, the surroundings were too dark, and the light of the torch could only illuminate the scene within 1 yard of the surroundings, and Locke had to lean over.

When they got closer, there was a mouse the size of an adult cat on the ground, eating something in the corner, and it was from it that it was the purring sound that came from.

Locke breathed a sigh of relief, and then kicked at the mouse, and the mouse jumped up lightly, and before Locke could make any more moves, he fled.

Locke wiped the fine beads of sweat from his head and was about to move on, when he suddenly felt a chill in his back, and he turned his head.

Two empty eye sockets were facing him!

Its face is pale!

Blood flowed from under its sockets, corroding its pale face, and then sinking deeply. The whole face was extremely distorted and deformed, like a rugged mountain range, its tongue was constantly sticking out, and its mouth was constantly spitting out some flesh and internal organs.

The face was facing Locke like this.

Locke was stunned for a moment, and his brain went blank!

"Ahh Die!! You filthy monster!! Condemn you in the name of the Light! ”

Immediately, he screamed and jumped backwards.

It's scary!

A massive hammer of holy light slammed down on the ghost's head, sending it a deafening scream that quickly faded into smoke and dust into the air.

Locke leaned against the wall, frightened, really scared enough.

When he regained his strength, Locke felt that the part of his back that was raised by the wall was painful, and when he looked back, it turned out to be a fixed oil lamp!

Locke hurriedly put the torch up and lit the wick in the oil lamp, and the surroundings lit up.

Then he found another oil lamp not far away, and one after another oil lamps were found in the distance, and Locke lit them one by one, and soon everything along the way appeared clearly in front of Locke's eyes.

The tomb stretched downward, and there were carved grooves on the walls on both sides, and there were coffins inside, most of which were empty, and many coffins fell directly from the grooves and fell to the ground, scattered with scattered bones.

Looking at the mess around him, Locke changed his posture with the long sword in his hand, Dargao must be in a room below, he must have known that he was coming, and his own cry just now just reminded him that he should be careful, he can't be as careless as he was just now!

Soon the air was dull, the surroundings were dry, and it was far from the ground.

Suddenly, there was a dull thud in the aisle ahead.

In the distance, two huge silhouettes appeared in Locke's field of vision, and Locke hurriedly retreated, and soon these two huge silhouettes appeared in the oil lamp.

These were two heavily armed skeleton warriors, they were tall, about 8 feet tall, their heads, limbs and joints were covered by armor, covering all the weak points of their bodies, and they had a large log shield tied to their right hand, and an oversized one-handed axe in their left hand, walking towards Locke step by step.

This is probably the biggest crisis I have ever encountered, seeing that they are fully equipped, ordinary vital attacks are afraid that they have no effect, and I am afraid that the use of holy light energy to attack such a thick armor will also be discounted, but if you want to be attacked by them, even if you are touched, you may die.

Locke stepped back sharply, standing at the foot of the stairs leading to the exit, and the two heavily armed skeletons followed, and he tried to speed up his speed and slam into the dwarf human in front of them, smashing the coffin in his path like two heavy tanks crashing into it.

Locke stood dozens of yards in front of them, his mouth yelling uncleanly.

"Hey! Stupid guy, I'm right here! Hit me! Look at your speed! The snails crawling outside are faster than you! ”

Perhaps stimulated by Locke's words, the two heavily armored skeletons put the shield in their right hand in front of their bodies, and in their left hands they held an oversized one-handed axe and waved it outside, their bodies shrunk behind the shield, and they increased their speed and slammed into Locke.

Locke stared at the two charging skeletons in front of him, his heart pounding, and he swallowed a mouthful of spit.

As soon as they were about to hit Locke, Locke spun around and jumped onto the staircase to his left, followed by two heavily armored skeletons slamming against the walls of the catacombs with a tooth-aching sound of metal grinding against the walls, followed by the sound of stone and earth collapsing, echoing through the catacombs for a long time, and then dust.

Locke breathed a sigh of relief, turned to sit on the stairs and looked at the dusty mound, feeling very proud.

"If it's really brainless, if your master is here, you will be angry again."

It didn't take long for the stone and dirt to slowly arch, and a skeleton warrior broke through the dirt and stone and stood up.

Unfortunately, its helmet had completely deformed from the previous close contact with the wall, and was stuck on the skeleton's head, the top of the skeleton's head was squeezed as flat as an airfield, and the log shield on its right arm was shattered, leaving only a small piece still hanging from it.

This impact is really powerful!

The skeleton crawled out of the mound one foot deep and one foot shallow, and headed for Locke, who was sitting on the stairs, screaming in his mouth.

Locke slowly stood up and sneered at the skeleton warrior.

"Do you want to kill me? Come on, the opportunity is right in front of you, but you stupid guy, what else are you going to do but hit the wall? Did you catch me? Come on? ”

The skull's mouth was louder, and suddenly its entire body grew taller and emitted a faint red glow.

Damn, isn't it, berserk? The taunt is too much...

Locke hurriedly turned around and slipped away.

The skeleton screamed wildly and threw the shield on its right arm.

With a bang, Locke only felt a chill on his neck, and the shield grazed his neck and was embedded in the wall.

Whew! A layer of white sweat broke out of Locke's body!

So fierce?!

He stopped mocking, and hurried towards the corner of the stairs.

Behind them the skeleton howled, and the sound of the armor scraping against the wall grew louder and louder.

Finally he ran around the corner and stood still.

This is it!

The skeleton below screamed wildly, trying to rush up, but the staircase aisle was narrow, its body was taller, and it was furious, which made it difficult for it to climb up!

Finally, it turned the corner and saw Locke, who was standing above, swinging his one-handed axe in his left hand and slashing it down with all his might.

Just listen to the sound of "bah"! The one-handed axe got stuck in the wall above, and the skeleton had no wisdom and didn't know why, and was still there trying to chop the axe off for the time being.

Locke, who was about to continue to run up, was overjoyed when he saw this, raised the long sword in his hand, and condescendingly stabbed directly at the skeleton's face.

Seeing this, the heavily armored skeleton hurriedly raised its right arm to block it.

Bite!!!!

The sword stabbed hard into the skeleton's arm.

The quality of the long sword was not up to par, and the tip of the sword was broken by the violent impact.

Locke, on the other hand, lost his balance and fell to the skeleton because of his old strength.

Bitter also, I sent it to the door.

In desperation, Locke pokes the skeleton with his broken sword, trying to find a point of support. Don't let your body fall into the arms of a skeleton.

Thorn ~ stab ~ The sound of swords rubbing against chain mail.

Click! The long sword didn't know where it was stuck and stopped.

Locke relied on his sword, stuck in the skeleton's body, and did not fall into its arms.

The skeleton stopped pulling the axe, and its right hand stopped blocking, and both hands smashed down.

At the same time, Locke also threw away the hilt of the sword he was holding, and with his head in his hands, he rolled down the stairs to the foot of the skeleton, passed through the crotch of the skeleton, and lay on the corner of the stairs behind it.

The skeleton tried to turn around, but it found that it couldn't turn, and the stairs were too narrow.

Originally, its body was very tall, and then it went berserk, and its body was a third larger than before, and this staircase was for ordinary human traffic, and it was also a catacomb, so it was impossible to be spacious.

The heavily armored skeleton slammed its arms against the wall in an attempt to expand the space.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

However, the walls of the corridor were only smashed out of some traces.

In order to prevent the tomb from collapsing, all tombs, when reinforcing the aisles on the left and right sides of the staircase, will use monolithic stone blocks as walls, and then magically fix the surrounding dirt and stone blocks, causing them to blend together, resulting in an unusually hard one.

This skeleton was very reluctant when it came up, but unfortunately this time, it was completely stuck here and couldn't even turn around, let alone that it was still in a berserk state.

Locke slowly stood up from behind the skeleton.

There is no danger for the time being, and it can be dealt with.

When Locke saw the two of them from the beginning, he thought that the terrain here would help him, so he deliberately mocked them, but he didn't expect that one would be killed in the first wave of charges, and this one was still berserk, and the final result was that he was stuck here, and he let himself fish.

And the difference between having a brain and having no brains is vividly and exquisitely expressed here.