A giant sword was stuck diagonally in the mound, and on the hilt of the giant sword, there was a broken skull.
The skull showed a twisted smile, seemingly happily inviting the three people in front of it to join its ranks forever.
"We shouldn't be the first group of people." Khadgar stepped forward and tapped the skull with the staff in his hand.
The moment it was touched by the staff, the lifeless thing began to shake involuntarily.
Through this horrifying scene, they discovered that the forerunner's head should have been cut off directly with a sharp blade, and then hung there as a trophy.
Soon, the skull shook more and more. It rolled off the hilt and fell into a pile of scattered debris on the floor.
"Do you think we will end up like this?" Khadgar snorted and asked.
If Khadgar is thin because of his age, then Cook, a young man, was completely drained by alcohol and sex. His current body is not much fatter than that of an acrobat.
Master Enned stepped forward like a ghost and turned the skeleton over with the staff in his hand: "This is just caused by violence. There is actually nothing to be afraid of."
"You're right." Khadgar stroked his gray goatee, "Perhaps the real scary thing is the person who fastens it to the hilt of the sword."
"Not necessarily." Cook shook his head. "The person who fastened it to the hilt of the sword may also be here."
Following the gazes of the two mages, Dion saw the bones scattered on the floor in the corridor.
Since coming to Lugoin, Dion has found that it is not as easy to mess around as in Rogge Camp.
The sky full of wind and sand, the blazing sunshine, the high prices, the extremely difficult devil...
As a low-level paladin with no good equipment, I can't make ends meet every day here.
Originally, Dion could still run some business at the foot of the Taimo Highlands and use the equipment that some high-level adventurers gave him for temporary safekeeping to act as a hero.
But after coming to Lugoin, he was not even as good as the spearmen under Glaze.
It is no longer possible to go back to Rogge's camp, as Chen Hao has made it his own territory.
As someone who had offended Chen Hao, he couldn't wait to come to Lu Gaoyin the moment he opened the monastery.
Fortunately, his status as a follower of the Enned family allowed him to find a job as a follower next to Cook. As the most outstanding wizard of the Enned family in recent years, although Cook's rank is not high, he already has four
This skill mutated and became a key training target of the Enned family.
My abilities have improved, but the equipment I have is still very poor.
During this trip to the palace, Cook also had the intention of searching for the palace treasures.
As one of the first adventurers to enter the palace, Cook was very lucky and met Dion and Khadgar not long after walking.
Dion is his follower, Khadgar is a senior mage of the Ammut family, and the two were old acquaintances.
In this seemingly endless palace filled with terrifying demons, the three of them naturally formed a temporary team.
"Are you sure there are no traces of witchcraft here?" Khadgar asked.
Cook almost hid his entire body in a hooded cloak and seemed not to want to answer these rude questions.
"Uncle Khadgar, do you have to ask those questions?"
Feeling the magic wave coming from Cook's fingertips, Khadgar closed his mouth.
"These things don't make any sense to me. They are just some pitiful little traps." Cook casually pointed the staff in his hand, and a three-meter-tall earth-yellow clay troll emerged from the five holes on the floor of the hall.
Climbing out of the star.
Zizzizi~~~
Caracara~~~
Huh~~~
As the clay troll walked by, the traps hidden in the walls and passages were triggered one by one.
No matter what attribute the attack was on, it was instantly extinguished after hitting the clay troll's tough shell. It seemed that no weapon in the world could harm it at all.
"Look, it's that simple!" A trace of triumphant laughter came from the hood. This clay troll alone is enough to defeat more than 70% of Lu Gaoyin's adventurers.
As a paladin, Dion could only walk behind the two mages.
It's not that he is in charge of the rear, it's that he is simply not qualified to walk in front of the two of them.
Looking at the clay troll sweeping everything in front, Dion felt envious in his heart.
He remembered the last time he saw Chen Hao among the crowd in the monastery. At that time, there was also a huge beast standing behind Chen Hao, guarding everything for him.
"What a safe servant, and he only obeys his master's orders." Dion praised in his heart, "It would be great if I was also a necromancer."
"Uncle Khadgar, I heard that you have been to Tristram?" Although he called the other person "uncle", there was no respect in his words.
"Uh...that's right." Khadgar nodded.
"Then you must have seen the treasure there?"
"Alas! That's not true." Khadgar looked embarrassed when the other party asked him about this. "Aidan defeated Diavolo, but he did not take away any treasures in the catacombs."
"All the treasures were divided up by the adventurers who were at the shallow level of the tomb at that time. I only went three days after them, but I got nothing."
"What now?"
Upon hearing this, Khadgar looked along the depths of Cook's staff statue passage. The gem on the top of the staff suddenly flashed briefly, making Khadgar a little afraid to confirm.
Rubbing his eyes, Khadgar hesitated, "I...I'm not sure what I saw, and we have gone too far in this ghost place."
"Since we are not sure, let's go and take a look in person."
The clay troll was still walking in front, and soon, this feelingless troll helped the three of them clear all obstacles.
As soon as they stepped onto the steps leading to the hall at the end, the dazzling light suddenly engulfed the three of them.
"Oh my God!" Khadgar opened his eyes wide in surprise, "I...I must have seen it wrong!"
"Just wait a moment. You can close your eyes first." Cook said proudly.
As a follower, Dion had no right to say anything.
But at this moment, like the old mage, he was blinded by the golden light.
"This is not an illusion!" Khadgar lowered his head and picked up a handful of gems, letting them slip from his fingertips.
In the hall, every wall is covered with various patterns composed of rare treasures, exuding majestic magic fluctuations.
Each pattern is inlaid with a flawless gemstone, highlighting its luxury. And the gorgeous light they reflect fills the entire room.
Under these patterns full of magical energy are piles of gold, platinum, gems, jewelry and some equipment made of expensive metals. The light they emit complements the patterns on the wall, making the entire hall brighter than daylight.
The torch in the Paladin's hand had already fallen to the ground. His body was shaking at the moment, resisting the urge to claim these treasures as his own.
Because he knew that there were many treasures, but he, a follower, could not get his hands on them.
"This is all mine." Cook waved his hand proudly, without caring about the feelings of the other two people.
"When I go back, I will give you a small portion as a reward!" In Cook's view, these things all have his name written on them.
Just when Cook was proud of these treasures, Khadgar twisted his feet, and another scene under the gold coins shocked him.