"What is this sarcophagus going to do?"

All six members of the team were exhausted and out of breath.

Killing the elite Kwasai Demon only rewards experience, not any drops. Charles did get an extra 5 points of exorcism contributions, but so far he doesn't know which NPC these contributions can be exchanged for, in short, they are empty checks, and they can only be accumulated slowly.

"Leave the sarcophagus alone."

Charles' eyes flickered, "We entered this tomb through a secret passage, and other natives and players will also enter here......"

"What do you mean...... Deliberately leave the monster in the sarcophagus behind to intercept the people behind? Doreen immediately understood what Charles meant, and hesitated a little, "However, if it is a small boss in the coffin, wouldn't it be a loss if you don't kill it." ”

"There's no time."

"We risk killing, and it is very likely that we will end up making wedding dresses for others, so the sensible thing to do is to abandon this tomb and continue to march deeper into the dungeon." Charles muttered.

Malthus nodded, agreeing with Charles.

"Dispose of the corpse of the Quasai Demon and leave without leaving a trace." With a wave of his hand, the Overseers let the orc warriors and the little wanderers clean up the battlefield.

About a quarter of an hour later, the team set off again.

Everyone walked along the passage in the southwest corner of the tomb and walked to the bottom of the rift valley.

The valley floor was shrouded in deep darkness, and there was no light source around, and with the moonlight spilling from the narrow valley mouth, there was a half-orc warrior 'Gollum' with [Shimmer Vision] in the ranks, and he could barely see a dilapidated suspension bridge on the platform at the exit of the passage. It extends into the rock wall opposite the rift.

There were also boulder platforms over there, and there were large shadows of tents looming in the open area, and the description of 'Gollum' stumbling was heard. Charles couldn't help but laugh, "It seems that the Dark Knight is not far from us. ”

"Moreover, it is very likely that those bounty hunters will be left behind us in this dungeon." Doreen looked down at the footprints on the dusty floor.

Except for the six members of their team, the other footprints were very neat, and they must have been left by the Dark Knights. According to observations, there was no trace of a third group, and Doreen's conclusion was drawn from this.

"The former fort may just be used to confuse and trap intruders. The bunker across the drawbridge is the real core area......" the little wanderer laughed.

"If the bounty hunters are left behind by us, then the road ahead will have to be more cautious. After all, the Dark Knight may leave a trap to prevent pursuit. Malthus said.

The suspension bridge is only six or seven meters from the ground of the valley floor, but there is a colored miasma deposited at the valley floor, and the remains of animals and humans are scattered everywhere, and they step on the suspension bridge. Take in the surrounding scenery from the bridge deck. The charr more or less understood the intention of the suspension bridge.

Miasma is secondary.

It is important to note that there may be other dangerous creatures living at the bottom of the valley.

In a short time, the team walked up to the huge stone platform on the opposite side of the rift valley, and sure enough, there was a makeshift camp, twenty or thirty abandoned tents were densely arranged on the stone platform, and there were many campfires burning in the camp.

"They were in a hurry."

The little wanderer 'Big Rat' walked around the camp and finally half-crouched down in front of a campfire, observed the ashes of the fire, and said, "There were people here an hour ago. ”

"The footprints are also a little messier than before. Maybe the Dark Scouts found out something and came back to report it. The withered one hurried away with the Order. The female druid Doreen stared at the dancing flames, held her chin and speculated.

"Extinguish the fire with water, scatter the ashes, and erase these clues as much as possible." Charles whispered.

"Hey. That's what I thought, too. ”

The rat pulled out a piece of wood with flames in the fire, and said with a wry smile: "Not only that, but this camp will be burned...... Well, why don't you destroy that suspension bridge too? ”

"Leave a way back."

Malthus rubbed his temples and frowned, "If we can triumph, we can't go back without a drawbridge." ”

"Listen to you, boss." The rat slapped his ass and dodged away.

The loiterers had always moved quickly, and within a few minutes the makeshift camp was covered in flames and smoke. Malthus continued to lead the group and made his way up the spiralstone stairs of the bunker.

……

At the same time, on the rift valley.

A black cat chases the flying black clouds and stops at the edge of the rift valley with an unpleasant "meow" sound.

"Lord Druid, I have no intention of offending nature and destroying trees...... I'm only here to get my stuff back...... That Advent priest is a thief, and he has to pay! ”

From the rift came the words of the Pale Lord Duru's compassion.

"Meow—"

But the black cat didn't listen to half a word, fried meowed, and then flew out violently, and the players who were still hovering around were startled, who knew that the black cat had not yet begun to fall, and it turned into a black eagle with wings flying in the air.

Swish.

With a flap of its wings, the Black Eagle vanished into the darkness of the Rift.

The surrounding players had no idea what was going on, and they couldn't help but look at each other when they saw this.

What are these aboriginal professionals rushing to jump into the rift valley for?

"It's ...... close"

"I'm closer to the chosen ones of the Night......"

The player, who was still arguing, was stunned to find that at the edge of the rift, at some point, there was another aboriginal wearing a thick robe, like a wilderness traveler.

He muttered inaudible words in his mouth, and several observant players noticed that ice-blue hair spikes were pouring out from under the aborigine's hood, and just staring at his back made everyone feel a chill hit them, and they shivered secretly.

"Night, Night, your oracle, I, Ingrid, swear to the death...... That woman should take the initiative to dedicate her love priesthood to you...... Love is not depraved and debauched, but pure and eternal...... Only the night shines that you can awaken the love in the hearts of the world and spread the faith of love......"

The aborigines lifted their hoods in amazement. Standing on the edge of the rift, letting the night breeze blow his long ice-blue waterfall hair.

It was only then that the surrounding players realized that this was an extremely beautiful woman. Her beauty is cold, perfect, and eternal, just like an ancient visitor who has been frozen for thousands of years and has just broken through the ice, giving people the feeling that it is too unreal and unreal.

This group of eyewitnesses includes priests and paladins who know more about religion than any other class. The words of the Indigenous woman's prayer in the face of the rift valley were clear, like thunder falling into their ears.

They don't know what kind of god Night Yao is.

But the woman, the goddess who holds the priesthood of 'love'. Definitely the fire-haired lady Shannie. And Shannie is an artifact of the [Chaos and Goodness] camp, and her opponents are most likely from the evil camp.

Thinking of this, there are priest players who secretly chant incantations. Prepare to throw the Detection Divine Spell at Ingrid.

But the fluctuation of divine energy immediately caught the attention of the Night Yao Oracle.

"Stupid Holy Presence!!"

Ingrid spun around. The ice-blue eyes of the same color as his hair seemed to have thunder and lightning brewing, but all the priests and holy warriors he glanced at were all frightened, and the weak-willed ones even sat down with a limp on their butts.

“…… Fear Reiki ...... It's the fear aura! ”

"Lich!! She's a lich!! ”

The rocky shoals near the rift reverberate with the terrifying screams of the players.

Those who were not affected by the aura retreated. Just kidding, if it's a dragon, they dare to shout a few dragon slaying slogans, but the lich is different. No one wants to risk being cursed. Go fight the unkillable lich. At least for now, no one dares to fight the lich.

It quickly became silent. And Ingrid, the witch, obviously didn't have the heart to kill a pack of ants, she still had something to do.

"Let's see what that dear is up to...... There are too many dangers in the ruins, and I hope you don't die until I find you......"

Ingrid sat on her knees on the ground, her white fingers burning with demonic flames, and she simply carved a small circle on the ground, and then took out the tortoise shell and divination coins from the ring storage space, muttering a spell in her mouth.

After a moment, the lich stared at the pattern of the coins arranged with prophecy, and frowned slightly, "What powerful existence is following him...... Demon believers? ”

"Whew." Ingrid suddenly thought of the pair of necromancers and druids who had jumped into the Rift not long ago, and stood up with a twinkle in her eyes.

"Thieves? Hmph, dare to slander the chosen one of Yeyao, damn it. ”

Ingrid doesn't care if the Chosen One stole the Necromancer's treasure or not, Nightfall is a god of the [Absolute Neutrality] camp, so she also belongs to this camp, and will only stand on the side that she thinks is right and beneficial to herself.

"I can't delay, my Lord Yeyao seems to have left a mark on him, if I can sense the mark, I can use the [Advanced Teleportation Technique] to accurately teleport to his side......"

The lich had just turned around and walked to the edge of the rift, overlooking the darkness of the valley, but she felt that it was too boring for her to venture through the winding passages of the ruins.

"This distance should be enough for me to sense the marker." Ingrid simply sat cross-legged on the edge of the rift and slowly closed her ice-blue eyes.

……

Deep in the bunker, fierce fighting lasted for half an hour, and the hall finally returned to silence.

The old stone slabs were covered with the corpses of goblins, many of them big goblins, all as strong as brown bears, but ultimately no match for the Dark Knights.

Alyssa the Blighted stood on a raised platform in the hall, behind her was a large stone statue of a dragon that was opening its mouth to reveal a grave path leading nowhere.

"Lady Elisa, do you want to keep going inside?" The knight captain was half-kneeling at the foot of the stone steps, covered in blood and a little messy.

"Are you questioning my decision?" The Fallen Druid asked indifferently.

"This ......" the knight captain gritted his teeth and lowered his head, "My subordinates feel that Lord Isaac is asking us to attract the attention of the Cormiers as much as possible on the surface, rather than burrowing into the ground and exploring this ancient ruin......"

"Are you finished?"

The knight captain's voice fell, but the withered man's eyes turned from indifferent, to cold, full of killing intent. (To be continued......)