Similar tomb explorations are the past experiences that the lord and the housekeeper remember the most. The hidden weapon mechanisms that are hard to guard against, the sudden dangerous creatures, the ghoul warriors who quietly open their eyes behind them, and the cold things that suddenly fall from their heads.

Frost spiders are all a life-and-death test that they must go through.

Of course, camping in an empty ancient tomb, sweating unbridled, rolling up your sleeves and working hard is another ultimate experience.

Fortunately, this ancient tomb, which is often visited by people, does not have many treasures worth remembering. Think about it, every warrior who wants to become the chief of Thirsk, regardless of race or gender, must display the most impressive trophies.

Claim yourself as the master of the Mead Hall. Another necessary condition is the consent of the soul of Red Hrothmund.

Refer to the unfinished book "Thirsk, a Revised History". The term of office of each chief is not fixed. The longest is only a few decades, and the shortest is only three or two months. This means that Thirsk

The warriors in the Mead Hall will enter and leave the ancient tomb very frequently.

Relying on the drunken bragging of the forerunners who became chiefs, and the indelible memory of the first time they entered, the female chief Bujold arrived at the door of the main tomb with ease. It was right that the entrance to the main tomb was sealed by magic.

Otherwise, anyone could go in and have a look, and really take the founder of Thirsk Mead Hall seriously.

So to enter the main tomb, you need to say the correct password: "Unjachi". Yes, that is the name of the fallen wolf that killed the red Hrosmund. It is also called the bane of Hrosmund.

.Later, the corpse of the giant wolf was cut up and roasted into skewers, and all the warriors in the Thirsk Mead Hall shared the delicacy. In memory of the red Hrosmund who was devoured by the giant wolf.

The tomb door opens, revealing the main tomb that is flooded with water. The water will recede when you get closer. On the high platform at the bottom of the tomb, a huge battle ax chopped on a stone pier is quietly displayed.

That is the destination of the female chief's trip.

"What should we do?" From the perspective of the lord's spiritual body that disappeared in a blink of an eye, the clues were already revealed.

"As long as you hold the handle of the axe, you can talk to the heroic spirit of Hrosmund in the battle axe. He will tell me whether I can become the chief." Chief Bujold said slightly nervously: "Actually, to tell you the truth, my lord.

, I have been here once before..."

"I know." Wu Chen's memory has always been very good: "You killed the giant beast of Ilfak and presented its stomach as a trophy. You have ruled Thirsk to this day."

"Yes, sir." Chief Bujold let out a long breath: "Sir, I don't lack courage, I just have too many things to worry about. If there is a bloody battle with the snow elves, half of the warriors will hold their swords and die.

Death, this is not the result I want."

"I believe what you said is true." The Lord smiled and encouraged: "Then ask again."

"Understood, my lord." Chief Bujold mustered up her courage and walked alone to the stone pier engraved with runes.

"By the way, Bujold." The lord called the female chief again.

"Sir?" Chief Bujold turned back in confusion.

"What is the name of the standing stone closest to the mead hall?" Wu Chen asked with a smile.

"Lord Beast Stone." Chieftain Bujold replied without thinking. She was very familiar with this standing stone of the Creator. There were some unexplained drunken words in the mead hall. The reason why Red Hrosmund chose this place was

The Thirsk Mead Hall was built because it was close to the Creator Standing Stone. It is said that when killing the legendary troll Udfrikt who was awakened by the construction noise, the Thirsk warriors also used the power of the Beast Stone.

Magic power. Even so, it took almost half of the manpower to seal this troll again.

"Okay." Wu Chen said with a meaningful smile.

The preoccupied female chief Bujold was completely unaware of the lord's intention. She walked onto the high platform without looking back, took a deep breath to steady her mind, and reached out to hold the long handle of the battle ax tightly.

Feeling held, the battle ax and the runes on the deeply embedded stone pillars were lit up.

Red Hrosmund: "Ah... It's you again, seeking my blessing to gain the chieftainship of Thirsk?"

Bujold: "Yes, it's me, Bujold. You have blessed me in the past, and I have taken back the hall occupied by the snow goblins, and now it belongs to the rightful owner."

Red Hrosmund: "Well, that's what happened. But I've been watching, and I know it was your weakness that led to your exile by a group of snow goblins."

Bujold: "No! I..."

Red Hrosmund: "You have made your companions as weak as you. The current situation is that the dangers around you are getting bigger and bigger, but you don't know anything."

Bujold: "Then... I'm not the chief anymore?"

Red Hrosmund: "No, you are the chieftain. There is no one among you suitable to serve me. A group of people in the wilderness is better than no leader. But I will not give you any more blessings. Girl, you are not worthy

.”

Bujold: “…”

Red Hrosmund: "Now, leave my tomb and let go, girl."

Bujold was holding back tears, but he didn't want to let go no matter what. Or he couldn't let go.

"This is a shameful rebellion! Girl, you are blaspheming your faith!" The battle ax trembled in response to the owner's anger.

The scarlet magic pattern seemed to come from the lava from hell, instantly igniting the entire ax head and the long handle.

Seeing that Bujold's hand holding the ax handle was about to burn into coke, the magic ring engraved on Nord's engraved armor was immediately activated.

The interlocking magic rings extinguished the cursed demonic flames in one fell swoop, and continued to spread towards the long handle. Visible to the naked eye, the magic patterns engraved on the long handle were swallowed up by the magic rings, and turned into legal mottled patterns on the brilliant golden tree!

"No, no, no -" The sudden surge of demonic flames transformed into a huge werewolf shadow, about to open its bloody mouth and swallow Bujold with all his bones in one gulp.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! With a soft sound of "Pa!", the werewolf demonic figure suddenly raised his head. He saw the smiling lord, and the swaying back and forth on his fingertips like a pendulum.

Cute snowman pendant - Amulet of Infectious Charm. The legendary magic pendant was once owned by Red Hrosmund, the first chieftain of Thirsk. The amulet was enchanted and can greatly

Improves the wearer's charm, but at the cost of continued fatigue and vulnerability to illness.

"Legend has it that Red Hrothmund was as ugly as a troll, but was popular with women because of this amulet. After he was killed and eaten by the demon wolf Unjac, the amulet was buried high in Mois Ridge

It was not until 3E 427 that a Breton wizard Louis Beauchamp from Ald'ruhn determined to find this amulet, hoping to help him survive his failed love.

life. So he built a patchwork airship using Dwemer technology and hired a captain to fly to Solseheim to retrieve the amulet from Horosmund's tomb. However, the patchwork airship

The structure was so poor that it began to shed debris from the moment it took off. As a result, it encountered a fierce snowstorm before arriving at its destination and unfortunately crashed. Except for Captain Roberto Jordon, all the crew members were killed.

Louis Beauchamp, who had not received any news from the crew, entrusted the famous elven hero Nerevarine to go to Solseheim to find their whereabouts. Nerevarine discovered the crash site and recovered it from the ancient tomb.

The amulet was brought back to Aldruun. Legend has it that ever since, Louis Beauchamp has worn this magical amulet and developed a fatal attraction for the women of Aldruun, albeit at the expense of his health.

"

As he spoke, the lord looked at the huge werewolf shadow and said word by word: "Is Louis Beauchamp's mental journey the same as yours?"

"..." The lord answered with deathly silence.

"It's a pity that this amulet at the expense of your health has made your physical condition worse and worse. So you prayed to the Beast Stone to regain your health. As a result, you became your own disaster." The Lord said with a chuckle.
Chapter completed!