The pale yellow magic lantern emitted some swaying yellow light illuminated the lines on the walls very clearly, and the cold wind alone made Grisenda gasp.

"Or ...... Shall we wait?"

Grisenda glanced at Nissel with some pleading, but all she could see was a determined look.

"You've got to go someday, right?"

Glicenta gritted her teeth.

"Forget it, forget it, go, hurry up, I'm afraid I'll regret it again in a few seconds......"

Grisenda tightened her armor, gripped her blue-patterned sword, closed her eyes, let out a long sigh, and quickly descended the stairs.

During the whole process, Grisenda only dared to hold her right hand against the wall with her eyes half-open, so as not to be knocked down by fear. The stone steps are covered with moss, there are a few slippery staircases, and the green plants look particularly stunningly in the yellow shimmer.

The spiral staircase was soon at the end, and Glicenta had just been praying that the journey would not end so soon, and thinking about it, she had already come to a decaying wooden gate that she could not avoid, and had to open her eyes and look for the push rod of the gate in fear.

"The undead in the underground can never be killed, so listen to the other side before you open the door. ”

The sound startled Grisenda, and she quickly turned around, only to realize that it was Nisol who was talking behind her.

"Yes...... Really?"

"You don't even know this, do you?" said Nisol, smiling and touching her hair, carrying the lantern. "Thor, the legendary god of death, has turned all the people who once lived on this continent into immortal souls, who will be reborn in some special places underground. Luckily, when we came to explore the area, we encountered only the weakest, dry zombies among them. ”

"Hi...... I want to forget about those things. Grisenda put her ear to the top of the door, and only heard some unpleasant mouse sounds. "It was a nightmare to come here the other day to explore...... There's rats in there, what should I do?"

"What to do, the rats won't attack you, so push the door in. Nisol smiled. "I was here to help you with Shelle behind my back. It stands to reason that this tomb has an inextricable relationship with you, and we don't have much interest in it. The center of the colony is on the other side, and this side is at best a special building around the city. According to Sherelle's thinking, she'd prefer to focus our attention on Mormike to the north, because the pesky bugs will attack us, and the zombies won't crawl out of the tomb in vain. ”

"Don't...... Nisso, help me, since you're all here, don't leave me, I'm afraid I'll faint. Grisenda squeezed out a pleading pose. "You help me push this door open, I'll raise my sword to help you, if there's danger, I can solve the ......"

"Why don't I raise my bow in the back. Nisol took an arrow from his quiver, placed it on the string, then opened the bowstring, aimed it at the crack in the door, closed one eye, and made a gesture for Grisenda to open the door.

"I ......"

Grisenda couldn't push it any further, so she stretched out her right hand and gently pressed the lever of the door to push the rotten wooden door open. The empty cellar reverberated with the harsh sound of the wooden door opening.

This sent a shiver down the spine of Grisenda.

"Let's go......"

Nisol still tightened his bow and stretched out a foot to push the door wider. Grisenda saw his magic lantern hanging from his arm, so that neither the attack nor the lighting could be delayed.

"Do you know where your grandfather's ring is buried now?"

"I ...... I've only heard them say that it should be in the northwest corner of this tomb. ”

"Northwest corner?"

Pushing open the wooden door, they were in one of the most faithful halls of the tomb. There were a few gray rats crawling under their feet, and although Grisenda was mentally prepared and had some ability to resist before, she still felt a chill in her legs at this time.

"It's so cold in here......"

"That's what you say every time you come. Nisol frowned and thought for a moment. "Northwest, I guess I should go there. ”

Nisol pointed in one direction, then made a look at Grisenda and told her to go up and see the way. Grisenda swallowed, pulled out her beautiful rune sword, nodded, and moved over very slowly.

It was a smaller, wooden door, more decaying than the gate, and when Grisenda looked up, she saw a number of white bugs crawling around. Her face turned pale, and she pushed the door with her scabbard, and another extremely harsh sound came.

On the opposite side is a long corridor that is too dark to see.

Grisenda took a trembling step and found a number of sarcophagi in the aisles on the left and right, with sheep's heads carved on the lids. Glicenta breathed a long sigh of relief and slowly stepped forward, seeing a few lines of writing on a stone slab directly in front of the coffin.

Most of the words were indistinct, but vaguely she could read them, which was an introduction to the deceased.

"What's written on it?"

"Some of the names I've never heard of are either former Tosians or ancestors of our family. Grisenda turned her head and looked to the other side of the corridor.

Not far away, the corpse of a zombie crawling with green fungus was down, this corpse was killed by some members of the expedition during the last expedition. On that expedition, because of Glicenta, the expedition members turned around and turned around the tomb, and they couldn't find the direction at all. In the end, he barely relied on Nisso's sense of direction and staggered back.

"I need that corpse. Glicenta covered her nose and took a simple storage stone from her mantle. "I promised a priest in Lannega to bring him zombie meat for research. He said he wanted three, but I figured it wouldn't matter if I put a whole zombie in it. ”

"You promised the priest?" Nisol smiled. "If I were you, I would refuse that priest's request on the spot when I knew I didn't have the guts to face such a horrible creature. ”

"Where am I good at saying no? It was the first time I had left Storm Fortress and faced a stranger. But if I face someone else, I'm afraid it's worse than that pastor...... I remember his name was Janus...... Well, when I saw his calm eyes, I felt that strangers were not so scary. Anyway, I agreed vaguely at the time, hey, it's not that difficult anyway. ”

She stretched out a hand to channel the connection between the outside and the storage stone, urging the magic in the storage stone, and in an instant, the few pieces of zombie flesh disappeared.

"It should smell much better, but I really can't understand how a priest could put up with something so disgusting. Grisenda coughed a few times at the stench and waved her hand. "Hurry up, I can't take it anymore. ”

It's the first time Glicenta has walked so fast in this dungeon. Nisol followed behind, looking left and right, observing the text on the coffin.

"These people all have the same surname, it seems to be called ......"

"Malan, isn't that right, let's get out of this hellish cellar and talk about it again. Glicenta interrupted Nisol.

Nisol was stunned for a moment.

"Malan...... Your surname is Ma Lan, right?"

"I guess so, I don't know. Speaking of this, Grisenda's voice was a little small, but her pace did not slow, as if the fear that had caused her to be sluggish had been replaced by another thought.

"How can a person not even know about his own family......? I seem to have heard of it somewhere. ”

"I guess so...... I think...... I think our family should belong to the more famous kind. But make no mistake about it, unlike the Storms, we have no money, no fiefdoms, no troops, and at most a noble old surname and dispensable respect. ”

At the end of the hallway was another wooden door, and this time Glicenta kicked it open without hesitation.

There was a crossroads in front of her, and she hesitated for a moment before choosing to walk to the left.

Of course, these are only extracted from my sister's words. ”

"Your sister...... Uh-huh......" Nisol had guessed something about what was going on in their house from what Grisenda had said, so at this moment, he wisely kept his mouth shut.

"If you want to talk, I'm not out of the question. ”

"Don't worry, I don't have the bad taste of exposing other people's wounds. ”

Glicenta suddenly stopped, and Niso also paused, looking at her back with some confusion.

"What's wrong......

"Nothing ......"

"No, I always felt that something was wrong with you, since I mentioned the surname Maran, you ......"

Glicenta raised her rune longsword and pointed the tip of the sword back, the cold light of the blade flashing, and Nisol had to lift her chin slightly because of the blade in front of her.

"That's not a wound, that's a shame...... I...... Don't say it, okay? ”

"Okay, Grisenda, but you have to put your sword down first......" Niso was very sure in his heart that he would not be harmed in any way by the person in front of him, but he had no intention of provoking the other party - he didn't want to, and there was no need to make Gricenta angry. In addition to Grisenda's slightly special status and absolute superior strength, there are also the green eyes behind her that remind Nisol not to do this now.

"Behind you!"

Glicenta's pupils shrank sharply.

In the darkness, there seemed to be a strange line of symbols in her aqua blue eyes—Nisol didn't look closely, but he was almost certain that this symbol definitely did not belong to any kind of script popular in the Exiled Kingdom, but a special, weird, ancient magical rune.

Lightning flashed, and blue-white phantoms flickered in front of Nisso. The sword weaved through the drowsy air with a shrill hum with a shrill hum at a speed that didn't leave a trace.

Stretching out his hands, the almost rotten zombie was cut in two in an instant, and a viscous liquid that had become charred and blackened by the electricity appeared at the wound. Instead of breathing a sigh of relief, Nisol quickly raised his bow and arrow, and shot through the white undead standing behind the zombie, a skeleton holding an iron sword and a shield.

"There's still a skeleton here, Glicenta, hurry back!"

Grisenda's face turned pale, and her body trembled slightly with fear, but she didn't flinch, but instead held her runic sword in both hands, raised it above her shoulder, and pointed it at a row of terrifying undead creatures standing not far away—zombies with low neighing throats, and skeletons that kept breaking old wooden shields with their iron swords.

The eyes of these undead creatures flickered with ghostly fire of different colors, proving that Thor's curse still reverberated in the eerie world underground. He gave his people a deformed immortality at the cost of forever curled up in an unknown corner of the world, waiting for the eyes of the next dying man.

"Thunderstorm ......"

Grisenda closed her eyes and let out a long exhale.

"Grisenda ......"

"Punishment!"

She was surrounded by blue-white electric light, forming an airtight and untouchable magnetic field. Nisol felt numb from the static and had to take a few steps back, stretching out his right hand to block the powerful electric light.

"Zila!"

A thunderous electric current moved from one end of this cellar to the other almost instantaneously. With the power to destroy everything, it shattered the ground around it and the neatly arranged stone statues, and in an instant wiped out the undead who were drowned in the piercing of the sword.

Nisol recalls a martial art he once learned, roughly in the position of a warrior holding his weapon and quickly piercing forward, dealing area damage in a straight line while protruding from the encirclement. But he had never seen or imagined that this martial art would have such a terrifying variant.

Thunderstorms, punishment. This skill sounds a bit silly, but it can automatically adjust the power according to Glicenta's wishes. She'd used it before when she killed Momichael, but it had never been as powerful as it had just been. Most of the undead had been charred and scattered all over the ground.

Grisenda gasped slightly, straightened up, and thrust her sword back into its scabbard.

Nisol swallowed as he looked at the underground room, which was littered with rubble and was on the verge of collapsing.