Chapter 72 44. Smart or Stupid
A thin dark fine silk carpet stretched from the door to the center of the room. On the table in the center of the room was a dark leather-bound parchment book. Behind this platform are several levels of stone steps. On the high platform of the stone steps stands an extremely ornate lidless coffin. The withered and shriveled body of the Dread Lord Elariel the Damned lies inside wearing black steel armor.
There were also eight coffins standing around the high platform. Dakoos, standing at the door, could see that each coffin contained a Druch corpse. They were wearing ancient black steel armor, with embroidered figures of different lengths erected on their chests. The styles of long swords and great swords are more ancient and gorgeous, which can be traced back to the invasion of Chaos Demons.
Darkos hesitated at the door. The air was filled with the smell of Shasu Wind. He couldn't describe this damn feeling, but he could clearly feel the Shasu Wind flowing around him, like thorns attached to his skin. Pain. He turned his gaze back to Elariel's body. Elariel's hands were clasping something on his chest, which might be the soul dagger.
A group of dignitaries stayed where they were, waiting for Darkus' instructions.
Darkus walked into the room cautiously. The harsh wind in the room made him even more uncomfortable. He stepped on the silk carpet, which instantly turned into dust under his feet. The dust danced in the blue light of the glowing crystal in his hand.
Five thousand years ago, the Drukki nobles of Nagaros would come to the chambers of the dead to pay homage to their ancestors. They would walk on carpets, kneel before parchments, and leaf through the legendary exploits of their ancestors. They will remember Nagaryth's lost glory before he sank beneath the sea, and they will swear vengeance in the name of their ancestors. Once upon a time, the Witch-King's Dread Lords would trek to the cemetery on the eve of war in an attempt to summon the blessings of their ancestors.
But this is no longer fashionable, those days are long gone, and the old ways have become unpopular. The parchments of great deeds lay unread in the eerie darkness, and the silk carpets turned to dust under the feet of the visitors.
Darkus walked past the parchment with great deeds written on it and carefully walked up the stone steps. The space on the high platform was very small, just enough to place Elariel's coffin. He was less than half a meter away from Elariel's body. He could clearly see that Elariel was wearing a pair of strange gloves. Holding a strange black dagger.
The soul dagger has no guard, and the handle is supposed to be smooth black ebony with no signs of age visible on it, and the handle is engraved with a crosshatch pattern for better grip. Anyone familiar with weapons would subconsciously assume that this dagger is for stabbing, not for cutting or parrying. The edge of the dagger shone with black light, as dark as iron. The Chaos runes etched on the dagger turned scarlet, as if they had rusted on the dagger. Darkus believed that these runes could distort the power of the world, allowing the dagger to cut through magic so easily and destroy it. The connection between the soul and the afterlife.
Darkus was not so thoughtful as to get the soul dagger. If he took it off, the rice dumpling would definitely fake the corpse. There were too many examples to warn him. He began to retreat slowly. He wanted to discuss and make arrangements. one time.
"You two go and check, remember! Don't touch anything, especially the dagger, remember!"
The two sorceresses took the order and went to check.
Darkus continued: "If there is no accident, something will happen if you take off the soul dagger."
A group of dignitaries looked at Darkus with bright eyes. He stretched out his right thumb and pointed behind him. He said: "The moment we take the soul dagger, our souls will be impacted by the wind of Shaxu." Then he put his hand on the disposable amulet and gestured, "The amulet of the clan mother will help us resist an attack. The nine specific objects The corpses should move and attack us." After saying this, he paused and said with a smile, "Their weapons should have been forged on the Vaal Anvil during the great invasion!"
After hearing this, the dignitaries finally became uneasy. , they understand the value of the words "Great Invasion" and "Var's Anvil" very well. Time has passed for too long. These weapons are either damaged in battle, missing, or family heirlooms. If this weapon were... A proper blue outfit in the game!
Ren took out his serrated sword and gestured, "Sir, this is our weapon?" Darkus smiled and ignored him, but looked back at the two sorceresses. After a moment, the two sorceresses came back. They were suddenly taken over, then picked up the soul dagger, and were attacked in a hurry. These two were the personal maids of the clan mother.
"Can the Shaxu wind here be drained?"
Two high-level dark sorceresses looked at each other. One of the sorceresses took out the box on her waist and said, "Master, the strong Shaxu wind in this room is that one." The dagger body spreads out and can be drained! But it must be done quickly!"
Darkus nodded. He understood what the sorceress' speed meant, and continued to ask: "What are the eight mummies holding long swords? Is it driven by the wind of Shaxu?"
"Master, yes."
"That means that when the wind of Shaxu in this room is drained, the nine corpses are at their most vulnerable." As he spoke, Darkus looked at He said to Keslay and Baine: "If you are touched by that soul dagger, you will die, and it is the kind that cannot return to the arms of Erth Haiyai. Which one of you will come?"
Keslay and Baine looked at each other. , took a step forward at the same time, and after a long stalemate, Keslay said helplessly: "I'll come, I'll hold that one back, and you can help these little guys get rid of those eight quickly."
Baine hesitated for a moment and nodded. .
Darkus clapped his chin and said jokingly: "Then let's each pick the one we like."
All the dignitaries looked disgusted when they heard this, and Walter and Renn carried away the obstructive table in the middle of the room. Now, place the luminous crystals and start to get into position.
The two sorceresses opened the box and took out the dagger. Darkus saw that the dagger in the box was similar to the one held by Elariel. He immediately figured out that they were all from the same era. Huddled together in the same place, the Hell Calamity Family and the Damned Family knew each other very well.
In fact, what Darkus didn't know was that Annasara was exposed at that time. The fake in the box was dedicated to the Hell Calamity family by Eleriel. It was said to be dedicated to His Majesty the Witch King Malekith. Then Her dark magic skills were not as sophisticated as they are now. At that time, her best friend Morathi came to Krakaronde to discuss with her the construction of a dark witchcraft monastery in Grond. Morathi was delighted to see the soul dagger and wanted to keep it for herself, but when she played with it, she discovered that it was a fake. Elariel had disappeared, and the children of the Cursed family couldn't explain why. Annasara exterminated the Cursed family in anger.
I don't know if Eleriel is smart or stupid.
(End of chapter)