After the battle, Henry scrutinized the remains of the skeleton warrior. It didn't take long for him to realize that the main reason why this guy was able to move was because of the unique patterns on his armor. Stylistically, this is an enchantment unique to the lower planes. You can strengthen your own combat power by devouring souls, and you should have just gotten to a new level. He quickly pulled out a piece of parchment and copied the entire pattern of magic.

For Henry, this unknown knowledge has an unparalleled appeal. Ever since he came to this world, he has been trying to understand the various supernatural powers in his own way. Although the progress is very slow, he believes that as long as he persists, he will find the secret hidden behind it.

After duplicating the entire pattern, Henry carefully rolled the parchment paper and put it in the dimensional bag, and then went into the underground passage. As soon as he came underground, a man suddenly ran out of the end of the passage and coughed up blood. He noticed that the guy actually had a dart stuck in his throat. Although it does not appear to have hurt the trachea, the injury is still severe.

"Hey! Friend. You seem to need help. I'm a druid, I can give you a treat. ”

Hearing someone speak, the guy with the dart in his throat was stunned for a moment, and then ran over quickly. "Ahem...... You...... Who are you? Yes! I know that you must be an adventurer exactly like me. Friend, I urge you to turn around and leave, the guys in the underground don't like to be disturbed. ”

"Don't move, you're seriously injured right now, and if you don't treat it, you'll soon die of blood loss." As he spoke, Henry pulled out the dart from his throat. A large amount of blood immediately gushed out from the wound, and he didn't dare to slack off and quickly cast two healing magic techniques. Moisturized by the natural forces, the wound slowly began to shrink. At the end of the day, only a superficial scar remained.

The stranger touched his neck with a pale face. Then he bowed with a wry smile. "Thank you so much. Friend. You saved my life. To introduce myself, my name is Bayard and I am a thief who specializes in exploring ruins and digging for treasure. ”

Henry smiled and waved his hand. "You're welcome. May you ask, how did you get in? ”

"Aha! You asked, and it was on point. See the little hole over there? We came in by digging holes in the open space outside. Bayard smirked and pointed to the corner behind him.

Henry glanced at the pothole, which was just over a meter high, and nodded thoughtfully. This guy was very inspiring, and it seems that not all ruins require a key to enter. As long as you know the approximate location of the road, you can learn Bayad's methods and dig a passage directly from the side.

Can you tell us about the following specific situations? I was going to go down and explore. ”

"Oh. Don't mention it. The walls below seemed to be alive, constantly moving in different ways, often cornering. Durag must be an old pervert, and all of his traps are deadly. If you accidentally touch one of them, the Grim Reaper will take your soul away in no time. For the sake of you saving me, I would like to advise you again, and turn around and leave as soon as you are still dying. Strange visitors are not welcome here at all. ”

Henry listened quietly to Bayard's account of what had happened to him. From the bland narrative, you can clearly feel the danger of brushing shoulders with death again and again, and it seems that the trap designed by this dwarven hero is not trivial. Not only are there all sorts of unbelievable puzzles inside, but most of the doors are actually protected by enchantments. Unless you get the corresponding key, you can't open it at all.

"Thank you very much for your pointers. Now I'm going down to take a good look at the traps and traps that Durag has devised himself, and hopefully the lowest treasures won't disappoint me. Henry bowed slightly, and walked into the secret door that had been opened with the Terminator and the Roll Golem.

Bayard waved his hand vigorously and shouted, "Be careful! Durag was deranged by the deaths of his friends and relatives, and this place faithfully reflects what happened to him. According to legend, before allowing it to pass, Durag will ask you to know what he thinks. ”

Henry smiled back and waved his hand. "Don't worry, I'm not going to be defeated by a crazy dwarven ghost."

"I wish you all the best in finding the treasure hidden in the depths. If you have the opportunity to see you again, I will ask you to have a drink to express your gratitude. Bayard sent his blessing and quickly ran towards the outside of the tower. It seems that the encounter here has left a lot of psychological shadows on him, and he may never do this kind of life-threatening work at any time in the future.

Through the narrow passageway, Henry came to an underground hall. Brightly colored carpets, tablecloths, and family crests on the walls are everywhere, reflecting the unique aesthetic of the dwarves. Just as he was about to move on, a chill suddenly came out of his heart.

Henry immediately stopped his progress and cast a "detection trap". I saw that a red magic aura suddenly lit up on the carpet in front of me, and in terms of strength, it was at least a third-level magic trap. Fortunately, I didn't step on it just now, although it didn't kill me, but I was definitely injured. He stepped back a bit, allowing the Crate Golem, which was immune to most magic, to walk over and trigger the trap.

As soon as the golem walked up, a small fireball shot out from a small hole in the wall, followed by a violent explosion. A spherical protective stance quickly formed on the Roll Golem's body, and all the flames and shockwaves were kept out.

Henry broke out in a cold sweat when he saw the power of the explosion. The trap at the entrance has this kind of power, and the one behind it must be even more difficult. He carefully kept the magic of "detecting traps" and slowly pushed inside. Along the way, he encountered many monsters such as spiders, zombies, ghouls, ghosts, golems, etc., but in front of the Terminator, they were not a threat at all except for sending experience points.

As the exploration deepened, Henry gradually gained a deeper understanding of Durag's wealth. It's no wonder that so many people salivate over the riches here, and on this level alone he found a plethora of magic potions, weapons, enchanted arrows, gems, gold coins, magic scrolls, and even a piece of magical armor that Durag himself had wore.

Henry unceremoniously swept away all the valuables. After carefully searching all the chests, cabinets, and secret compartments on this level, he finally came to the passage to the next floor. Durag sets up several puzzles here, and Henry knocks a roe based on his memories before the time travel. A bottle of wine was made. Watched Durag's proud achievements. Finally, he handed over a shining Shelly gem to the Emperor.

After solving the puzzle, several obsessions that split from Durag's soul immediately launched a siege on Henry. These guys are worthy of being part of the dwarven heroes, and each one of them is quite difficult. However, with the help of two powerful creatures, he quickly eliminated the ghosts formed by these obsessions. In a place where the undead died, he picked up an enchantment stone that led to the lower level. As soon as he got the stone slab that emitted energy, the originally closed passage suddenly let out a loud rumbling sound, and then the entrance slowly opened.

As soon as he entered the second basement floor, Henry was attracted by the doors on the floor that led to four directions. A note was attached to each door. Written on it was a sentence about the pain that Durag had personally experienced. He kept these words firmly in his mind, and he might be able to use them for a while. With the prompting of various notes, Henry solved the puzzles here one by one and obtained the enchantment stones in all the rooms. When he cleared all the puzzles and got the access to the lower barrier stone, the entire underground suddenly began to shake, and the passage to the next level was opened.

Following the direction of the sound, the southernmost end of Henry's Tunnel found the stone door that had just been opened. There is a staircase leading to the lower floor, and at the entrance of the staircase is a dry and yellowed diary. He carefully used the mage's hand to turn open one of the pages, only to see a sentence written in the dwarven language: Know my madness!

It seems that Bayard is right, Durag is trying to let the adventurers who come here know about his experience. After Henry put the book back in its place, he went down the stairs to the third basement floor. Just walked down the stairs. I heard a loud bang not far ahead. He hurriedly ordered the Terminator to run over and open the door, and then saw a strange room.

In the very center of this room there is a large circular ruff. There are also many ashes that have been charred and cannot be seen as human or animal ashes. Just when Henry was a little confused, a large fireball suddenly appeared from the rift and exploded. The heat nearly blew him down, but thankfully there was a Roll Box Golem next to him to hold him on.

Henry now finally knew where the ashes on the ground came from. I'm afraid they were all adventurers who came to look for treasure in the past few hundred years, but unfortunately, they all died in this terrible trap. He didn't rush through, but stayed where he was and watched carefully for a few minutes. After accurately grasping the interval between the explosions, he quickly passed through the room to the passage on the west side.

As soon as he closed the door behind him, he heard a shrill voice and said with a smile, "Welcome, adventurer." Many people come to the ancient Durag Tower in search of treasure, but no one has survived to this day. Adventurers probably don't have many brains, otherwise how could they be such a dangerous profession. Let's take the most obvious example, look, there are five stupid people over there who have been permanently petrified. They had come in search of Durag's treasure, but now they have become part of the legend here. Most of the other creatures have been reduced to dust, except for the great Michael Charin who is still struggling at the door of death. Isn't it scary? ”

Following the sound, Henry saw a dancing skeleton yelling. It looked like it hadn't spoken for a long time, and it didn't care if it had listened or not, but just told everything it knew in one go. He also noticed that the magical energy that sustained the skeleton was quickly depleted, which was supposed to be the effect of some kind of spell or divine spell.

"Don't worry, Michael Charlin is going to report to the Grim Reaper, let me tell you everything. Remember, the further you go, you'll see creatures that only appear in stories. Those winged creatures have lived for hundreds of years on the power of magic, and no one has been able to defeat them so far. If you want to keep exploring the future, I can give you some advice. See these statues? It imprisoned the flesh of some of the heroes who were killed. Pressing the button on the base of the statue will unleash these ancient heroes who can help you for a while. But as soon as the time is over, these guys will turn the corner and attack you. That's all I say, farewell. ”

The skeleton finished everything as fast as he could, followed by a puff of black smoke rising from the bones all over his body. Henry saw the soul walk through a gate to the underworld and then vanished. He bowed slightly to the place where his soul had disappeared, paying his respects to the good-natured adventurer. (To be continued......)