Fang Qiuling quietly continued to follow along.

Along the way, Brother Charlton had all sorts of bits and pieces on him, as if some people were afraid that the searchers who would come after him would not know how to go, and they could pick up something on the ground every once in a while, and the frequency was so high that they almost didn't draw an arrow to mark the location.

The conditions of the underground passage are really not very good, the most important thing is dark, and the second is a bit stuffy. However, the ground of the passage is still quite flat, and it should have taken a lot of manpower and material resources to build it at that time, and it was all stone slabs. And few people know about the underground passage itself, so there are no people coming in and out, just some "small animals" to have a good time or something. Many years have passed, and most of the ground is the same as when it was first repaired, except for some cracks in some places.

In order to continuously drop various fabrics on such a smooth surface, it is obviously not enough to rely on the natural friction when dragging. So where did these fabrics come from? Someone must have torn it off piece by piece and deliberately discarded it all the way.

Fang Qiuling observed the surroundings, and at the same time, he sketched a three-dimensional map of the underground passage in his mind, looking for his current location on the map.

Now it was no longer Fang Qiuling who was leading the way, but the small strips of cloth scattered on the ground. It's actually quite dangerous, what if the place where these strips of cloth leads is a trap? The two pastors had entered a certain state of frenzy, and the others were similar, and it was obviously very difficult for them to calm down and think about it.

The location I was in now was quickly found on the map in my head. The passage currently being walked is the main road on the second level, which is straight and does not have any forks. At one end of the road is a slightly more spacious small square, where the first piece of fabric was found; At the other end is the "safe zone" on the second level. Coincidentally, this "safe zone" is where the most recent underground rally took place, and is a large square that extends in all directions. There is not only a passage to the third floor, but also a secret passage that leads directly to the fourth.

The "Safe Zone" was created by the spellcasters responsible for organizing underground gatherings. After several bloody killings, no "small animals" left behind when they set foot in the safety zone! Relying on the dead Weihe, let the "little animals" in the underground passage know that these safe zones are "mastered", and the "lords" who are far more powerful than them are entrenched here. Whether it's a big rat or a poisonous snake, or a giant spider, they will subconsciously principle the "safe zone".

- What's in the safe zone?

Fang Qiuling couldn't help but think silently.

Now the ranks are all clergy except him. The clergy have no special advantages against orcs, ferocious animals, and the like, and certainly have no special disadvantages. But when dealing with the undead or the devils and demons from the lower planes, the advantages of the clergy can be said to be magnified to the extreme. The paladin can kill from one end of the passage to the other with one move, the evil slash and the chaos slash; There are even fewer of the priests' targeted divine techniques.

In addition, the space of the underground passage is narrow, which is not conducive to the deployment of large troops. Guarding a passage can form a situation where one man is at a loss, and the biggest advantage of the undead - quantity, can not be played in the underground passage.

The existence of the undead is scary and troublesome. The mere fact that you are not afraid of death in a fight is enough to crush the weak-willed. However, they also have a weakness, that is, the low-level undead are completely brainless.

Whether it's a newly resurrected skeleton or a strengthened skeleton soldier, or a thick-skinned zombie or a cunning-looking ghoul, they all fall into the category of cannon fodder. Give them a direction to attack, no problem, they understand. When you want them to exert "subjective initiative" and carry out slightly more complex tactical movements, such as bypassing the front and flanking the wings? Sorry, there is no commander here, i.e. necromancers or autonomous necromantic creatures, skeleton soldiers and zombies have no other way than to swarm the dead stump; Ghouls are a little smarter and will make small moves to try to launch a sneak attack, but a detour or something is still not in the scope of consideration.

Without a commander, low-level undead are inferior to beasts. At least the beast knew that when it was hungry it was looking for something to eat, and when it was thirsty, it was looking for water to drink. The low-level undead will only stand in a daze, or "smell" the breath of living creatures and rush up. Without numerical superiority, they are not at all opponents of the clergy.

Of course, the numerical superiority of the undead often makes people forget that they actually have high-end power. Whether it's a necromancer or a lich, or a black knight or a banshee, they all have very powerful powers. It's not an easy task to deal with. However, considering that the transformation of the corpse collector Les Pukelt into a lich is only a challenge to level forty-six, it is absolutely impossible for a high-level necromantic creature to become his subordinate.

Judging from the information currently available, it is estimated that there will be a large number of ghouls to face, as well as a necromantic spellcaster with the strength of the silver midstream.

It's hard to say...... As long as the holy water can be managed, the undead or something is a joke! Everyone present now carries holy water of good quality, and there is more than one bottle. Directly smash it with these holy waters, and two level forty-six lich demons can be smashed to death!

Let's say it's easy to do...... Under the cover of ghouls, the Lich is able to perform countless tricks on necromantic spells. For example, the simplest corpse explosion tactic, more than a dozen ghouls rush forward, and they don't care about life or death, they get close and directly "bang" to call it a day. This power may be more powerful than plastic explosives, and it is also in a semi-enclosed environment such as underground passages.

The sorcerer who purged the orcs had already learned a good lesson with the corpse explosion. At that time, it was still in a very open field, Fang Qiuling was present, and Ms. Mogree was also present. Moreover, Ms. Moghley was still at the center of the corpse explosion, relying on the sudden explosion to escape. The Wuxi cavalry, which was also within the explosion range, was killed or wounded by more than half.

As they were thinking, the road ahead suddenly widened, and the group walked into a large underground square.

It's still ...... in the square So "neat". Fang Qiuling, who has been here once, said that this place is still so chaotic and dirty, and there is no mystery and noise of the underground market in the novel. What's more, there is no one in the underground plaza now, and the stage used as a "haunted house survival" seems to be very good. Finding a few girls in sailor suits to run around, coupled with weird music, is enough to scare the old and young masters in front of the screen into a cold sweat.

Lady Moghley asked in a deep voice, "Where is this?" ”

Although they knew that there was a group of spellcasters who traded "dangerous goods" in the underground passages every month, the paladins and priests were very surprised to see such a facility in the underground passages.

The underground plaza is full of wooden houses and semi-open courtyards, which look like dwellings. Through the wooden window frames and doors, you can see the tables, chairs, benches and beds inside. The air here is also much fresher than in the passage, and it seems that there are special vents. If you weren't underground, the scene in front of you would undoubtedly be a small village - not small!

“…… If nothing else, it's supposed to be an underground market. Fang Qiuling pretended to be confused, he pretended to be quite curious and looked around, "It's just that now doesn't seem to be the time to open, there is no one." ”

He said as he drew the blow of the clear light. The blade of the Strike of Light was still dim, indicating that the undead were not nearby.

"Spread it out and see what you can find."

The priestess proposed.

After entering the underground plaza, the rags that kept scattering on the ground were gone. The two priests stared at the ground for a long time, but they didn't find another piece.

"No," Ms. Moghley said in a deep voice rejecting the priestess's proposal, "the situation here is unclear, and we can't disperse at will. ”

A male paladin also said that the action should not be dispersed at this time: "Yes, stay vigilant, there are no undead here, but it does not mean that this place is safe." Mr. Norn, do you know anything about this? ”

According to ancient records, when an underground passage of this size was built, a slightly spacious place was built in a certain part of the passage as a place for craftsmen to rest. After all, the passage in and out is also a very time-consuming thing, and eating, drinking, sleeping and everything is solved underground, which is also more efficient. Of course, it is also convenient to extinguish the mouth after the passage is completed. ”

At least half of Fang Qiuling's words were made up, anyway, no one knew which specific "ancient book" he was talking about.

"If nothing else, this is supposed to be a place for craftsmen to rest. Except for the lack of access to the first floor, there should be passages on the other floors. And there are usually hidden tunnels, which are dug by the craftsmen themselves to save their lives. Sometimes there is more than one. ”

"Those damn brutes! Where are they taking the old friars! ”

Fang Qiuling shrugged his shoulders and said he didn't know.

- At this point in time, that old guy should already be in the lowest level of the "Golden Jade Throne".

The final part of the Tribute to the Undead is a research room that studies the "dark arts". The previous owner of the research room was a well-known immortal, who is currently missing. It is guessed that it has entered eternal sleep in the battle of the Sages more than three hundred years ago. This laboratory is not only the place where he studies necromancy, but also the place where he lives.

"The Golden Jade Throne" is the player's name for the living area of the research room. The immortal seems to have lived a long time and has an extremely large fortune. This huge financial expenditure is not only used for daily spell research, but also for the luxurious enjoyment of life. The "Golden Jade Throne" originally referred to the large bed in the bedroom in the living area, a large bed inlaid with gold and jade, which was extremely luxurious. After playing the dungeon, go to the big bed to "roll" around, and take screenshots as a souvenir is something that almost every player who opens this dungeon has to do. Therefore, over time, the living area of the research room in the final dungeon of the undead was called the "Golden Jade Throne".

As the current boss of the praise of the undead, the corpse collector Les Pukelt sits on the Golden Jade Throne.

- Is there a chance to go around the Golden Jade Throne and get some luxury goods?

Fang Qiuling's scattered thinking quickly turned to how to get a little money.

"There...... Something seems to be there? ”

The priestess hesitated and pointed ahead. In the direction she was pointing, there was a small courtyard enclosed by wooden planks. Most of the wooden planks on the side of the courtyard facing everyone were upside down, and traces of dragging on the ground could be faintly seen.

"Let's go, let's see."

Lady Moghley raised her mace and weapon and walked slowly on guard. The crowd behind her drew their weapons as well.

The small courtyard is a little away from the passage, but not too far, in the third row.

When the female pastor had just pointed to this small courtyard, Fang Qiuling recognized it. This little courtyard is the bookstore of Les Puckert the Corpse Collector! Fang Qiuling also got a few books from this guy.

As he walked forward, his eyes suddenly darkened. The gray-and-white visual and thermal figures are no longer visible.

"It's a ...... trouble"

Fang Qiuling didn't panic, this is the magic effect of the dark vision has passed, it's not that he was suddenly attacked by the dark magic, just make up for it. The dark vision on the trinket lasts longer than the potion, and the others had drunk the potion again when they were resting before, and he had just failed it.

With a slight click on the neckline, the black and white vision was quickly restored, and the three thermally imaged figures in front of him became clearly visible.

- Wait a minute! Is this possible?

A sudden thought made Fang Qiuling's footsteps pause slightly, but then returned to normal. This inconspicuous action was inconspicuous at the moment, and perhaps only his shadow would notice.

- Maybe it's just a coincidence, but ......

The small courtyard was a mess, and it looked like it had been burglarized. The books on the shelves were scattered all over the floor, and there were several footprints on the top few books. The lodging planks were covered in scratches from claws, with slight red marks. This red color should be a blood stain. In the only room in the courtyard, through the open door, a blood-stained, tattered robe could be seen thrown to the ground.

"This—this is the old monk's robe......

Pastor Eddard's voice trembled involuntarily.

Fang Qiuling's heart moved slightly, and he made a cold voice behind him: "Don't scare yourself, the old monk is not dead yet." ”

"What do you mean?" Pastor Ed held his robe, his face sad and indignant, "You don't understand. You're not from the temple, you don't understand! ”

The robes are here, and the people are gone, which means......

"Don't cry in a hurry, if you want to cry, go back and find a place where no one can see and cry." Fang Qiuling's voice was still cold, "Do you know why ghouls would go to such trouble to catch a living person?" ”

"Why?"

Fang Qiuling snorted coldly, reached out and picked up a few books from the ground: "Because sacrifices need tribute, and they need tributes that can please the ancient evil gods." As he spoke, he dropped the book in his hand in front of Pastor Ed, "Look at this, you don't know the words on the cover." It was written in the ancient language of the upper ranks, and the book is called "The Sacrifice of Kmirens". The book deals with how to sacrifice human beings as a ritual to obtain the liberation of the fallen ancient gods. ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone took a breath of cold air.

"A living sacrifice is certainly better than a dead sacrifice. Moreover, this sacrifice is still an ascetic of the present gods......"