Chapter 71 43. Krakaronde's Faqiu Ji
has been prepared for a month. During this month, Darkus spent it in Krakaronde. His daily life was still about training martial arts, and he could also compete with Kesslai. Even though I touched it, I still couldn't beat it.
Things were finally ready, and Annasara personally made twelve disposable talismans. This kind of talisman can prevent and protect the soul from impact.
Darkus set off with his team in a mighty manner. He had to go to the forest farm first and transfer the slaves in the forest farm to the abandoned manor. He said it was to be renovated, but in fact he was secretly digging up the ghost place.
Soon after, Maranur and Keslay also went to the forest farm. Maranur looked reluctant. He was called by Newkel, and he said he was here to exercise and learn more. This time The operation did not take his followers with him. In addition, the family's high-level dark sorceress also carries an extremely mysterious box with complex patterns and a strange atmosphere.
The entire reverse fighting operation was commanded by Darkus, and its members were all composed of elites, including the two Darkus brothers, Kalien, Walter, Baine, Keslay, Edmund, and Takaia. Three brothers and sisters and two high-level dark sorceresses of the family.
At nightfall, the team set off, and soon arrived at the abandoned manor, where they met Walter and Edmund, who were presiding over the excavation work.
The underground has been hollowed out, and the door to the underground palace is made of Hagrid Grave's high-quality marble, decorated with weird and sinuous carvings that are both familiar and unfamiliar, and bear the traces of time. Seeing the gate of the underground palace, Darkus led the people up again. Edmund stayed below and commanded the soldiers to let the slaves work together to open the gate of the underground palace.
After being bored for half an hour, these dignitaries gathered around and chatted. They were all excited about the upcoming adventure. After confirming the ventilation below, Darkus put on his mask, checked the equipment one last time, and started fighting. Four teams of elite family guards guarded the entrance of the underground palace.
Edmund took the lead, and the other Druchi stepped on his footprints behind him, marching silently in the aisle less than three meters wide. There were no stepping machines or missiles emitted from the wall as expected. Crossbow arrows. After walking in the darkness for a while, the front suddenly opened up, and a square tomb about ten meters wide appeared in front of the dignitaries.
Statues of manticores wait silently on either side of the arched doorway opposite the entrance passage, and the walls of the tomb are decorated with frescoes showing a tall, handsome druchi exerting terrible power over various noble-looking men and women. torture.
Edmund turned back and made a cautious gesture, and all the dignitaries stopped. He turned around and carefully walked into the tomb, carefully inspecting the arched door. He suddenly noticed a black hole on the stone slab in front of the threshold.
"Be careful, there's a trap!"
Edmund continued to approach, carefully squatting down between the two manticore statues, holding a glowing crystal to study whether there were any hidden mechanisms or pedals on the stone slab. He searched the stone slabs for several minutes, but found no clues or anything unusual. He stood up and studied the iron rings, hinges, and fittings on the door, and stared carefully at the dents carved into the door.
The wood on the door was so dark and old that it looked like stone.
Edmund frowned and thought about it. He suddenly realized something and turned around and said, "Sir, this may not be the way in. There may be a trap behind the door." "
Damn it, it's quite evil. It's emotional Druch. There are also traps in the tomb."
Darkus walked into the tomb and began to study each wall in turn. He carefully observed every scene depicted on the mural, but found nothing unusual. He then retreated to the center of the tomb and saw the scenes as part of a whole, with a clear progression through the scenes and a chronology of Elariel's exploits as the Witch-King's Dreadlord. The final scene of the mural shows Eleriel vivisecting a screaming male mage with a strange-looking black dagger.
"Edmund!" Darkus shouted, pointing at the mural.
Edmund carefully stretched out his fingers to touch the smooth mural. When his fingertips reached the blade of the mural dagger, he felt depressed and heard a gravelly click. Suddenly, Edmund suddenly turned green, and a pale green light enveloped him, making a sizzling sound as it flowed over his body, like liquid fire. He felt the heat of its passage, but the heat itself rolled over him like water and disappeared with a sizzling sound, as if it had never been there.
"Withered soul!" A high-level dark sorceress from the family waiting in the corridor suddenly shouted.
Edmund stumbled back, his head spinning and his ears ringing with a sizzling sound.
Darkus quickly supported him. After a while, he noticed that the amulet around Edmund's neck was broken. It was the amulet that saved Edmund from the magic trap.
The two sorceresses walked over directly, held up the luminous crystal and began to carefully examine the mural.
"Master, there is a slightly protruding obsidian on the black dagger in the mural. The magic is hidden on it. No wonder we didn't sense it."
Darkus frowned and asked, "Is the entrance behind here?"
A sorceress hesitated. After a while he said: "Master, it should be so."
Darkus said to Edmund: "Go up, your adventure is over, guard the gate of the underground palace." After that, he nodded to the sorceress.
The sorceress hesitated for a moment, then stretched out her hands and pressed them against the wall. Part of the wall tilted silently inward, revealing a narrow spiral staircase that snaked down to bottomless depths.
The dignitaries began to file in, and Darkus was the last one to walk in. He looked back before entering, and he seemed to feel that the eyes of all the victims on the mural were staring at him.
In the stairwell, every 1 meter you will pass a narrow alcove inlaid on the inner wall of the staircase. The edge of the alcove is inlaid with gold and engraved with exquisite runes. There was a dried corpse standing in each alcove, with hands clasped and head hanging on the chest, seemingly praying for eternity. The dead eyes of the mummy were open, staring at the corridor of the spiral staircase.
Darkus always felt these mummies looking at him when he walked, and he kept counting the number of stairs. Maranur didn't care about this. He walked with his head sideways and looked at the corpse in the alcove curiously.
A sorceress suddenly whispered: "There is the breath of the wind of Shasu ahead!"
A group of dignitaries finally walked up the stairs, and what appeared in front of them was a marble circular room bathed in the wind of Shasu.
I'll change places tomorrow.
(End of chapter)