After Qin Mufeng looked around, he found nothing worth paying attention to except the moon-shaped groove on the stone door.
Standing less than three meters away from the stone door, Qin Mufeng put down the can, held the shovel in front of him, and thought to himself.
"The layout of this hill is also exquisite. The top is the Temple of the Sun Goddess, and the bottom is the Fire Seeker Cemetery with a moon-shaped mark. Could it be said that there is actually a Moon Goddess in the Cruyers Continent?
It seems that this door can only be opened with the moon stone emblem key. If the Fire Seeker Cemetery is related to the Moon Goddess, wouldn't it mean that only believers of the Moon Goddess can unlock the seal? Why did Marcy say that the Sun Goddess Goldie
Ya's chosen one can open the cemetery? Brothers are still settling accounts, are you looking down on your sisters?"
The doubts only increased. Qin Mufeng stretched out his hand to touch the palm-sized moon-shaped groove, and pushed it with all his strength. Neither the stone door nor the divine grace barrier had any reaction, and it didn't look like something that could be pushed.
"The Moon Goddess is in charge of death, and the Sun Goddess is in charge of life. The sun is above and the moon's shadow is below. If you want to open the stone door, you must have the moon mark key, and I am a fire seeker blessed by the Sun Goddess. In this case... I really have to think about it.
How about finding a moon-shaped heraldry key?"
After an analysis, Qin Mufeng's eyes suddenly fixed on the circular groove within the moon-shaped groove. If you don't observe carefully, it is easy to overlook the newborn sun hidden behind the moon.
"The cycle of life and death, the sun and the moon overlap, the two are originally one. When the sun disappears, the moon will appear... What I mean is, does something have to be inserted outside the cave and retreated before it is broken?"
After being determined, the fire seeker glanced up, and still dared to try the sudden and bold idea. Of course, it had nothing to do with the slight matching of specifications.
I just stretched out my index finger and inserted it into the hole that symbolized the male sun god. I felt a huge suction force suddenly coming from the other end of my finger, as if being sucked by a violently rotating vortex. The moon-shaped groove actually
It gradually revealed a stern silver brilliance, forming a broken moon-shaped mark a few seconds ago.
After closing his eyes and apologizing, the fire seeker looked inside the sarcophagus with a serious expression, and saw a female mummy covered with a shroud, lying quietly outside the coffin with her hands folded, her face vaguely unrecognizable.
The color of peace.
"Everyone, I'm sorry."
After a long time, the completely transformed Fire Seeker walked out of the Heroes' Cemetery. Holding a sword, shield, and wearing chain armor, the Fire Seeker finally lost the unusual appearance that Mou Jielun should have. Every move made him look like a fire seeker.
A bit of a chilling atmosphere.
Excluding these things that are suitable or have not yet been healed, there are only so few things worth taking away from the seventy-eight sarcophagi. In addition, counting the brass ring left by Lestin's mother, I can use it.
There is actually quite a lot of equipment.
When the most basic stabbing and slashing movements of the hand armor were gone, the fire seeker stopped and moved quickly to the surrounding area, imagining fighting the enemy. Although the moves were complicated, the sharp sound of the sword was absolutely stunning.
Yu Er,
After retrieving the jeans and shorts that he had hidden from the Sun Temple, Mou Jielun took the big earthen jar back to the Heroes Cemetery and finished arming himself. During this period, the faint sound of bells came from the distance. Mou Jielun sighed heavily.
Go and pay less attention.
The fire seeker put down his posture and recalled the feeling just now.
I'm actually afraid of losing the soul-calling bell. Compared with my own life, a soul-calling bell is nothing. If I lose it, I can still find a new one.
Regaining his stance, the trajectory of the sword blade changed that time, slashing diagonally upward along the raised left arm. The sword edge broke through the air and let out a scream. The momentum was extraordinary.
After sorting out his belongings, the fire seeker took a look inside the rustling tomb, thought for a while, strung a soul-calling bell with a strip of cloth made from a belt and a shroud, and made a soul-calling bell at the stone door.
A complex but eye-catching warning device,
After trying to move a few sarcophagi, the fire seeker had to give up the idea of moving the coffin lid back to its original position. Considering that the owner of the other sarcophagus might have the same wealth as Mr. Qin Mufeng, the fire seeker could only open the coffin when he pried it open.
Yijiao first made sure that there were no burial objects in the sarcophagus. If there were no burial objects, Mou Jielun would directly push the sarcophagus back.
A leather backpack with few functions that looks very practical. The material is made of some kind of animal skin, and the texture is very tough. It should not be able to protect against some small-pound arrows. It is very useless.
"Mr. Mou Jielun, I'm offended."
In the cemetery of heroes, the fire seeker seemed to have forgotten the time and was impatient to pry open each sarcophagus. After a long time, the fire seeker finally stopped paying attention to his actions and checked in an open space.
There are only a handful of objects on the ground.
Instead of feeling depressed, the fire seeker felt somewhat fortunate that he was taking away Mr. Qin Mufeng's most precious thing.
A set of (seven-handled) top-heavy throwing daggers, a leather quiver stuffed with cone-shaped eagle feather arrows, and the longbow buried in the coffin was not rotten into rotten wood and could be used, making the fire seeker useless.
Some regrets.
When he woke up, the fire seeker opened his eyes and looked at the alien luminous crystal. Suddenly, he felt like he was in another world.
The space in front of the stone gate is not quite large. There are many luminous moon crystals inlaid under the wall. The harsh silver light makes the whole cemetery look quiet and warm. The air is fresh and it gives you a slightly sinister and weird aura.
The space in the cemetery is not small, but it is suitable for practicing swordsmanship, but it is also suitable for sleeping. Even the bed is ready-made.
For the last time, the strength of the hand armor rose from the ground, flowing smoothly from the body to the tip of the sword. The sword's edge shone with cold light, enough to penetrate any mortal body.
He picked up the shovel with respect, inserted the shovel head out of the gap in the first sarcophagus, and pried it hard. The lid of the coffin with the words "Mou Jielun" engraved on it opened, and then pried off another corner.
The relatively light coffin lid suddenly slipped to the side, but it was not broken and could still be used after the lid was removed.
The sky knew when it started to rain heavily. The fire seeker, who originally thought that the sky had changed forever, was really surprised and quickly put away his sword and stood up.
A large animal skin round shield with no cracks. There is no emblem of the sun under the shield. It seems to have nothing to do with the Sun God Cult. It is the initial equipment of the warriors in the game.
The fire seekers counted and found that seventy solemn sarcophagi were displayed under the mottled and ancient bluestone bricks. Seventy-eight of them were in a closed state, and one was in an unsealed state. There were only a few left.
It's enough for me. If no one dies by luck, I personally would rather be buried there.
Knowing that she had been sleeping with her master for a long time, Moujie's sword edge outside the scabbard was still cold and gleaming. It was obviously a rare combat weapon. Outside of the game "Dark Blue Blasphemy", it could be regarded as an elite at best.
Explosive and sophisticated equipment.
Looking up at the broken-handled shovel in his hand, the fire seeker took a deep breath, bowed to the cemetery and observed eight minutes of silence. It seemed that he felt Mou Jielun's kindness, and the light and shadow outside the cemetery became a bit harsher.
After opening the shroud and taking a look, the fire seeker solemnly covered the shroud again. There was nothing in the coffin except the remaining body of Etulum. Obviously, the contemptible Etulum was not there.
People left what they could not leave inside, so that they were so alone before leaving, taking only blessings for those who came.
The ruby silver necklace is probably a valuable item with commemorative significance. The hollow four-corner hanging cage is the most important. It is the soul-inducing lamp that every Etulum must have when upgrading.
His right arm fastened the elastic band on the inside of the large round shield, tightly grasped the metal handle of the round shield, and put the shield behind him.
The silver bell is exactly the same as the soul-calling bell in the game. It cannot summon obsessional spirits through certain spiritual media. The porcelain bottle is a herbal antidote prepared by Mou Jielun and does not contain any preservatives.
The shoulder strap backpack in front of the body seems to be specially designed for Etulun. It can store items in categories or slowly access items such as throwing knives, arrows or medicine bottles, but it will still affect the user's violent regression.
Among activities, for Mou Jielun, apart from the exquisite handbags carefully maintained by his successor Etulun, the backpack is the most surprising thing. After all, I have no game grid to put items.
"Now that we no longer have those wrong equipment, the first priority is to adapt to the use of those equipment as soon as possible, accumulate some souls and find a medium that cannot be summoned with the Soul Summoning Bell. In addition, I have to practice less sword and shield attacks.
You have no experience in fighting and fighting, so it should take more effort to master those weapons."
Once, twice, eight times...
There is nothing fancy about the complicated movements. The fire seeker just stood there and practiced again and again.
After checking that the warning device was ineffective, the fire seeker lay down in a sarcophagus wearing a half-locked sword, hugging the scabbard of the gauntlet and closed his eyes hastily.
"It's not about the kind of explosive power that can penetrate the back of paper. Even if you know any swordsmanship, you won't be able to do enough damage if you stab it."
It may have only been a day or two, or maybe not even a week has passed. Ever since I came to the small continent of Cruyers, time has become very blurry to me. There are days and nights in this place, and the weather is unpredictable and fixed.
, plus I don’t need to eat or sleep yet, so it’s hard to lose the sense of time.
Holding the shield with his right arm to block, as if the enemy's attack would not be blocked by him, Mou Jielun's eyes narrowed, he twisted his waist and hips, took a step back, and stabbed out with a sword with his left hand.
In terms of weapons: a sword weighing less than two kilograms, a sword with a cross sword pattern and a length of 40 centimeters. The thread-like frosted hilt can be held with one hand, and it is made of some kind of extraordinary red-purple sunken wood.
It has a hollow copper weight ball at the end of the handle. It can be held with one hand or both hands. It is double-edged. There is an indented blood groove (樋) on both sides of the spine that decreases towards the tip of the sword. It has good balance.
With a very bad feel,
Mou Jielun used 170% of his concentration for every attack. He wanted to be less powerful, and his movements were vigorous but weak. He had only one purpose. This was not about sending the weapon into the enemy's vital point neatly.
, when it rose up, the fire seekers also practiced the sneak attacks of "back stabbing and throat slitting" with one-handed swords.
The tiger's mouth was stuck on the inside of the sword's blade. The fire seeker seriously pulled out the arm that was tied to the side of his belt. He concentrated on feeling the feeling that the arm made to him. He followed the tip of the sword with his eyes and tried to think of the arm as his own.
His limbs are waving in vain,
I don’t know whether it’s because he wore a half-locked sword weighing more than 70 kilograms or because he has the right posture to exert force. The fire seeker always feels that it is difficult to smoothly transfer the force from his feet to the blade of the sword, whether it is chopping or stabbing.
It's like a fight between the right hand and the left hand. Nothing is the same. It took me a few tries to realize that it has nothing to do with either.
"It would definitely be broken if I didn't have a mechanical watch. Cruyers always doesn't even have a clock."
Having had a somewhat superficial understanding of weapons and hot weapons, the fire seeker knew that fighting with armor was all about posture, and how to hold a weapon and draw a sword was very unsophisticated. He immediately regained his composure and moved around at will, using both hands.
Stand with your feet apart, one behind the other, and press your waist and hips toward your back center of gravity, standing in the most suitable posture for exerting force.
After thinking about it, the fire seeker felt that this was not a bad thing.
Before checking his equipment, Mou Jielun removed the warning device, tied up his backpack and walked out of the cemetery.
In the last moment, the divine grace barrier covering under the stone door completely dissipated. Feeling very tired, the fire seeker withdrew his slightly wrinkled index finger, only to see that the index finger below the eighth knuckle became red and faded.
There was a hint of indescribable warmth, as if something precious had been extracted from his body. Of course, what the fire seeker meant was that he had lost the power of blessing.
The rest are some large objects: a silver bell, two dark red porcelain bottles no bigger than a thumb, which seem to contain some kind of liquid, a silver necklace inlaid with rubies, and a large hollow metal
Hanging cage on four corners.
In terms of armor, there are: a set of riveted chainmail skirts covered with rust marks, a little narrow enough to be worn as a military uniform, and a small patchwork armed cotton lining. The owner of the half-sword itself has not yet locked it.
An extra-small half-face helmet. Considering that he was still blind, the Fire Seeker returned the visor to the young Etulun with a small head.
Because of the blessing of fire, I have never felt tired or hungry since I came to Cruyers Continent. However, according to Marcy, sleeping for a long time or not eating will aggravate the slow fire.
During the consumption of blessings, a certain amount of blessing power can be restored if you stop eating or take supplementary sleep during the period. Retirement of food and sleep are also the most common ways for Mou Jielun to maintain blessings.
Considering that the rain might corrode the sharp blade in his hand, the fire seeker simply returned to the cemetery.
Before taking a short rest, Mou Jielun tried to push the door again. Although the door was not difficult this time, it was pushed open hastily. The fire seeker who solved the puzzle alone put away his bad mood and walked back cautiously with a shovel.
Before entering the stone gate, he left the jar inside.
Feeling the heavy pressure brought by the half-locked sword to his body, the fire seeker moved his legs to adapt to the weight on his forehead, while thinking about the next action plan.
