The wooden door opened so easily that even Doreen stood for two or three seconds.

According to common sense, every important storage room is also equipped with a secret lock, or a secret clasp or magic seal that can only be opened by using the 'percussion technique'.

But with a slight push from Doreen, the door opened naturally. This time, the female druid, who acted in a cool style, hesitated, turned around and asked, "Do you want to go in?" ”

"Enter. It always depends on the end. ”

Malthus led the group into the showroom.

It was a quiet room with white walls on all sides, and there was nothing but a few stone slabs suspended in mid-air.

The white walls were smooth without the slightest gaps, and even the ground was smooth, and there was always a harsh grinding sound from everyone's armored and leather boots trampling on the ground.

The air was filled with the smell of decay, the room had not been alive in a while, the few suspended stone slabs were covered with inches of dust, and the orc warrior 'Gollum' had just entered the door with a loud sneeze and a large cloud of dust.

"Get out first."

Charles sensed something was wrong, and it was most likely a trap.

Malthus and Doreen looked solemn, and the six members of the team retreated step by step, but at this time, there was the sound of the wooden door automatically closing behind them.

"Click."

The lock that I don't know where to hide is fastened. The orc warrior 'Gollum' and the small wanderer slammed and kicked the door, but the wooden door, which looked very fragile from the outside, did not move, and it looked like an iron wall.

"Damn, I've been pitted, no wonder the first two groups didn't come in......" The orc warrior was so tired and out of breath that he finally gave up banging on the door, slid to the ground, and scolded: "This time it's behind someone else's ass." I didn't drink the soup, I didn't say anything, and my life was going to be explained here...... It is not yet known if the soul will return to the temple and be resurrected. ”

"Shut up!"

Doreen glared at the orc viciously. The team was already in a bad situation, and if anyone spread these morale-shaking words, they would really commit suicide and return to the city.

"Don't move." Charles spoke, glancing at the silent black-robed mage and asking, "Did you record a 'Wind Maker' today?" ”

"Nope."

The black-robed mage spoke in a strange tone. He said sullenly: "There are few spell slots available for the mage profession, and although the 'Wind Creation Technique' is a two-ring plastic energy spell, its actual power and use are much worse than the 'Blazing Flame Sphere' of the same system......"

"That means there's no record." Charles exhaled lightly, slowly raised his left hand in the puzzled eyes of everyone, and spread his palm, revealing the purple quality ring worn on the top of the index knuckle.

"[Ring of the Four Winds]!"

"[Wind Making]!"

Charles had no choice but to consume 2 charges of this magic item, and only listened to him exhale a command spell in a low voice, and the four clouds on the surface of the ring suddenly woke up, and the face of the old man who was blowing air also became lifelike. Out of thin air, there was an extra anger.

Call.

A strong wind swept through the showroom, swept away all the dust in the room, and piled it up in the corner.

At this time, the newly renovated showroom, in the light of the torches of the six members of the team, finally revealed its original face.

The white, smooth walls are full of mystical symbols, six stone slabs floating in the air, after removing the dust. It turned into a transparent and crystalline appearance, like a mirror. The light of the torches and the figures of the people were reflected.

"It's supposed to be a mechanism." Charles scanned the chamber.

"Well, it seems that to solve the puzzle, those six mirror stone tablets are the key key...... But we don't know where to start. ”

The female druid, Doreen, rubbed her long blonde hair with some irritation, which seemed to be the habitual movement of her thoughts. Malthus cast a soft gaze, then turned to the Charles and asked, "Is the symbol on the wall the text of a certain race?" ”

"I'm sure these symbols aren't any known scripts...... They weren't words, perhaps. Charles said, narrowing his gaze.

"These are arcane runes!"

"But they're messy. There is no regularity and order, if my guess is correct, what we need to do now should be to align these six floating mirror plates with some runes one by one, arrange and combine them, and piece them together into a complete spell......" The black-robed mage said slowly.

"Arcane runes?" After being stunned for a moment, Xia Er could only spread his hands and smile bitterly, "If it's a magic rune, it's fine." I have no research on arcane runes at the moment. ”

......Doreen, Malthus, Gollum, and Giant Rat all cast expectant glances at their mage teammates.

"Don't look at me like that, I can only try my best, please give me some time."

The black-robed mage didn't talk nonsense, put away his staff, started to walk to a wall, and took out a magnifying glass to carefully examine the runes carved on the wall.

The orc warrior 'Gollum' simply lay down on the dusty floor and slept soundly.

After greeting Doreen and Malthus, Charles took out a woolen blanket for himself, spread it out, and sat down cross-legged on the ground, taking out a magic book he had scavenged in the Dark Temple, and quietly flipped through it.

After waiting for a long time in the chamber, Druid Doreen impatiently took out the hourglass timer from the backpack space and placed it in front of her, she sat on her knees upright, staring at the sand that was leaking from the timer.

The little wanderer, 'Big Rat, Big Rat', seemed to be a blacksmith, and he hid in a corner, took out his toolbox, and was busy repairing a broken green dagger.

On the contrary, Malthus followed the black-robed mage, with his arms folded, always full of energy.

"Da Da Da ......"

It should have been two hours later, and the footsteps of another group of people could be heard outside the wooden door.

"Huh?"

Charles put down the book in his hand, made a shushing gesture to the crowd with his fingers outstretched, and then stared at the seemingly weak wooden door, listening to the movement outside.

There was the sound of footsteps, and the sound of conversation, but softly, more like a whisper.

"Hey, this hall has two doors......"

"Left or right?"

"No, the one on the left is blocked, so you can only go to the right!"

At least two or three groups of players tried to open the door of the showroom, but to no avail, they had to go through another door. The latecomers seem to have gotten the news that the door had been sealed, and no one paid any attention to it.

Charles continued to pay attention to the movement outside. Doreen looked depressed, put away the hourglass timer, sat on the ground with her head propped up, and stared at the black-robed mage Malthus, her pupils dilated.

"Found ......"

After another hour, at least a few hundred players were in front of the squad. Entering the bunker from the tower, the black-robed mage finally deciphered the arcane runes on the walls.

"Quick, Gollum up, help me push the first floating mirror board, aim here!" The black robe picked up the orc warrior who was still asleep.

The black-robed mage knocked on the wall with his staff, thought for a moment and then took out the ink, drew a circle on the wall, and locked the runes in the circle.

The floating mirror plate was still heavy, and the sleepy-eyed orc warrior was full of strength. Only then did he slowly turn the mirror surface of the floating plate, and spent a lot of effort to calibrate the angle and align the runes in the ink.

"Buzz"

A white pillar of light formed between the wall and the floating board, and 'Gollum' was startled at first, but when he saw that the pillar of light was not lethal, he smiled and reached into the pillar of light and swung it.

"The second piece!"

The black robe shouted in front of another wall.

In fact, there is not only the high-strength professional 'Gollum' in the team, strictly speaking, Malthus's strength quality will not be low. And, if Charr wants to help. His naked state of 19 strength was completely sufficient, but since the black robe didn't make a sound, everyone understood that they would remain silent, and just smiled and watched.

It took about half an hour for all six floating mirror panels to finally calibrate their positions.

Six pillars of light with the thickness of the bowl mouth crisscross the room, and the intersection point happens to be in the center of the room.

Dazzling white light. There was a golden rune floating, and the black-robed mage stared at the beating rune and chanted it in a deep voice:

“A’yuzh,O‘aqem,Baml……”

In just four or five seconds, the spell was over.

In an instant, the place where the pillars of light intersected. The stone floor sank of its own accord, revealing a narrow staircase that could only be walked on by one person, leading deep underground.

"Enter—"

Malthus didn't look excited, but waved his hand with a calm face, and led the team into the secret passage.

"Black robe, what does that spell mean?" Behind the Charles, the orc warrior 'Gollum' asked the mage curiously.

"I only know the pronunciation of the incantations, but I don't know what they mean together." The black robe said lightly.

"Ah......h

Gollum exclaimed, "Then we won't be sent to the monster's mouth if we get in like this, right?" ”

"You've got a bit of a brain."

The little wanderer at the end of the line laughed and scolded, "What if you don't come in? There is only one way out, and the big deal is death. It's all death horizontally and vertically.,It's better to die fighting monsters.,It's too embarrassing to commit suicide or something.。 ”

Wanderers and orc warriors laughed at the back of the group, voices echoing through the narrow passages.

Neither Malthus nor Doreen stopped them, and led the way.

"Ding, the 'Tomb of the Dragon Sacrificer' has been discovered."

The team walked through the secret passage for ten minutes, and finally a system prompt popped up in front of them.

There was a light in front of him, and Malthus sped up his pace, ignoring the aura of death that was gradually becoming more and more intense in the air.

Soon, a large underground tomb was unveiled in everyone's field of vision.

The walls and floor of the burial chamber were carved with runes, emitting a lilac glow of magic. In the four corners of the room, there are ledges for placing torches, several of which are kept alive by the power of magic.

The most striking thing is the huge sarcophagus in the center of the room.

The high bulge on the surface of the sarcophagus is carved into a huge dragon head, and the bottom is also carved into the shape of a dragon, and the corners of the coffin lid are densely nailed with nails, and the nails are rusted.

The team broke into the tomb, and Charles, as the third to set foot on it, immediately alertly removed their shields and flails and scanned the surroundings.

On the dusty ground, a large mess of claw-shaped footprints made his pupils shrink slightly.

"Be careful!"

"The tomb is guarded!" (To be continued......)