"Time and time again, we are either in dark dungeons or damp tombs. Rod, I promise that after I get out this time, I will never want to enter these places again."
Walking deep in the dark tomb, Yeskovitch kept complaining. Shamans rarely do this. If he starts to complain, it proves that he can't stand it anymore. A person who has lived in the forest for a long time, a person who has been with the big tree for a long time.
For people who have close contact with nature, it is a terrible feeling to stay in these dirty and dark underground spaces for a month, surrounded by corpses and bed bugs.
However, Rhodes was not feeling well either. He and Yeskovitch were still injured. Caroline was recuperating at the farmer's house and did not come with her. The entire team was stretched to this point and was in pieces. If it weren't for the newly joined witch hunter
Diego, the only one who is intact in the team now is the dwarf butcher Bogul. It is funny to say that a man who rushed into the enemy group to die at the beginning of the battle actually survived intact in the end... Destiny
Man, that's all I can say.
Thanks to a guide who led the way, Rhodes and his group only took a week from Dark Whisper Castle to the Desolate Tomb.
According to Patrick, the Soul-Binding Dagger is hidden deep in this dark tomb. What surprised Rhodes was that the drug store owner knew the roads in the tomb very clearly. He must have also tried
He tried several times to get this artifact, but maybe as he said, with his strength, he couldn't get it. So, inviting an outsider to grab it?
Rhodes has such concerns. After all, this guy doesn't look so normal. A person who secretly pays attention to him in the dark is definitely not a good thing. However, right now, their purpose is the same.
"The familiar... putrid smell..."
The dwarf Bogur walked in front, kicked away a dead man's skull, and muttered.
"That's right, this place was originally a tomb, it should be said to be an abandoned tomb. It's been hundreds of years, and no one has been here. Anyway, I don't know very well."
Guide Patrick said.
"Why is that dagger hidden in this place?"
Rhodes asked. He swept away the dense spider webs above his head, and some dried insect corpses immediately fell down. There were even carcasses of some small animals, which looked extremely disgusting.
"This problem is a bit complicated..." The guide glanced at Rhodes and said casually, "Because of the special properties of the Soul-Binding Dagger. As I told you, the most powerful thing about this weapon is that it binds
As long as the soul is stabbed, it will not escape death. The soul of the deceased will be permanently absorbed in this dagger. Such a powerful weapon will naturally attract the attention of some people. As far as I know, it has changed hands many times.
We are very lucky. Now, this weapon just happened to land in Kislev, and a despicable necromancer is in possession of it. As you know, monsters like necromancer like to study some psychic spells. This
A dagger that not only gives them great power, but also allows them to enslave souls. So evil, isn't it? So we have to stop him."
Patrick spoke plausibly, as if he had an endless sense of justice. Diego on the side stared at him with cold eyes. The witch hunter seemed to have the innate ability to recognize lies. He just looked like that without speaking.
"Necromancer...sounds good. I don't know if it's enough. I'll chop him twice."
Bogul turned around and grinned.
"I'm sure it's enough for you to drink a pot."
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"Then why in Kislev? I mean why did this dagger and the necromancer who owned it end up in Kislev?"
Rhodes continued to ask.
"The obvious question is, where are we now?"
"grave……"
"Yes, there are the most dead people in the tombs. What necromancers like most are these rotting corpses. They can do various research, strength, and knowledge here. These are the things they pursue. Of course, the most important point is,
The concentration of death wind in Kislev is very high...it can create a huge undead army to serve the caster..."
Patrick's words seemed to complete a story, and it must be said that there was no flaw in the logic of this story. But it also made Rhodes doubt his identity on the other hand. Why does a drug store owner know so much?
?
"Wait, there's something going on."
Suddenly, Diego called out to everyone. The witch hunter's keen awareness allowed him to sense the approaching danger. Over the years of dealing with various chaotic and undead creatures, he had already developed strong professional qualities.
"It seems that our arrival disturbed the necromancer."
Diego said, taking out a bottle of red potion from his coat, biting the cork, and was about to drink it, but the dwarf butcher said sarcastically -
"Can't you be brave and not rely on that thing?"
"Potion is a weapon to me. If you have a weapon, don't use it. Are you a fool?"
The witch hunter casually pushed back Boguer's words. The butcher looked angry and stopped arguing with Diego. He directly picked up the ax and rushed forward. Around the corner, a large wave of skeletons appeared... At the same time, the deep tomb was deep.
From there, the terrifying chants of the Necromancer rang out.
Fortunately, everyone was prepared before entering the tomb. Moreover, this was not the first time he encountered such a scene. Facing hundreds of enemies with a disabled body. For a moment, Rhodes felt that the battle had entered the final stage.
The intense stage of the battle. And the key to reversing this battle may lie in that legendary artifact.
"In the name of Thor!"
Dragging his exhausted body, Rhodes roared and charged forward. Beside him were his equally exhausted comrades...
Bogur brandished two double-edged axes and performed a storm dance among the skeletons. Yeskovitch held his fighting staff in both hands, one stick at a time, knocking down all the skeletons and zombies that were near him.
The witch hunter fired his bow from left to right, holding a gun in one hand and a sword in the other. After stabbing open the belly of a zombie, he shot another skeleton behind him at close range. The bullet penetrated the skull and shattered the bones.
A half-broken skeleton dragged a rusty iron sword towards Rhodes. Rhodes dodged sideways. At the same time, a huge battle ax slashed from the back of its neck. There was not a trace of blood, and the dense white bones were covered with blood.
It was chopped into two pieces and fell down like it was falling apart.
He bent down to avoid the bite of another skeleton, and slashed upward with the giant ax in his hand. An arc flashed, and the battle ax shattered the skeleton's sternum, shattering the skeleton as well.
Bones splattered everywhere.
Since they have been buried underground for hundreds of years, many skeletons have not even a trace of flesh and blood. They have been corroded in the dusty underground, and some are just bones. And those few zombies may have been killed by necromancers recently.
Dragged in for study.
However, soon, the owner of the tomb walked out of the deep stone corridor. The scene in front of him made Rhodes take a breath of air. This old man was the same as the one he had seen in his dream a few days ago - half human.
, half of the body has long since withered, the face has even turned into bones, and the two eyes are like ghosts blooming with terrifying red light in a dark tomb.