The entrance to the fourth floor, a narrow straight staircase, was pitch black, there was no light, and even with the druid's night vision, I had to light a torch, and the dim light of the fire instantly blurred the nearby scenery.

This is an artificially carved staircase, under the feet is stepping on the hard underground rock layer, the wall side is blurred with the texture of the stone layer, the whole corridor is integrated, there is no stone paving stone wall decoration, it looks simple and forested.

In this secluded staircase, apart from the subtle sticky sound of my and Xiaoxue's footsteps separating from the wet floor, there was only the "tick-tick" sound of standing water dripping from nowhere, which was particularly harsh in the quiet air.

Wrong.

At this time, I appeared, and Sister Sharna, who was less than two meters in front of me, didn't make a sound at all, even if I deliberately raised my six senses to listen carefully, I couldn't notice the footsteps and breathing sound in front of me, if it wasn't for her right in front of me, I even thought I was the only one walking......

The further down we go, the wider the staircase becomes, and the entrance was originally only accommodated by two people side by side, but now even two large trucks can run side by side, and the whole staircase spreads out to us like a figure-eight.

The passage of the fourth floor is longer than that of the other three floors, and it takes about ten minutes to go down, I estimate that it has been at least a hundred meters deep underground, if the entire tomb suddenly collapses now, I am afraid that even God will not be able to save us, I realized this, and walked a long distance in fear, and every step of the stairs was more careful than usual, as if the whole zenith would collapse with a little force.

Fortunately, the dark world does not seem to have such a civilization as the Tofu Slag Project. Then I thought that this tomb ** had been tossed by the crackling fights between adventures and monsters for thousands of years, and it was still strong. My courage grew up, and the exit of the stairway had already appeared in front of my eyes.

Towering in front of us was an arched arched iron door, visible through the faint light of the fire, the two rusted doors were carved with many angel-like marks, but they were old, and these carved figures, or noses or faces, were as confused as if they had scars, but it did not affect us to feel the desolation and distant atmosphere.

Sister Sharna stopped in front of me. At this time, she exuded a cold battle intent all over her body, and her sea-blue eyes were shining in the firelight, as if they were really burning, so sharp that people couldn't look at them directly.

She walked softly to the door with her silent steps, closed her eyes and listened carefully for a moment. Then suddenly he would turn his head and nod at me.

"Ahh

The rusty door let out a difficult gasp, and slowly opened under the full force of Sister Sharna's hands, and the dim light of the fire revealed through the cracks in the gradually opening door, and then a shivering chill poured out in the already dark and cold damp passage.

After opening the space for Xiaoxue's body to enter and exit, Sister Sharna stopped. He glanced back at me again, and then took the lead through the crack that seemed to be a demon cracking open its mouth, and followed suit.

A cold feeling of pressure suddenly swam through the three hundred and sixty pores of the body. The goosebumps all over the body stood up for a while, this is not the effect of temperature, because with the adventurous physique, it doesn't matter if you run naked in the weather of dozens of degrees below zero, of course. No one is going to try it......

It's a spiritual feeling. As if suppressed by something, the cold and murderous aura rushed to his face. It makes people feel cold in the bottom of their hearts, and even the little ghost hiding in the necklace is constantly moaning "It's terrible, it's so cold......" and other sorrowful screams, I seem to be able to sketch this timid and poor little ghost in my mind, shrunk into a ball, holding his head in both hands, and complaining while shaking his little head while "purring" in extreme trouble.

After entering, what is displayed in front of us is a rectangular hall, which is illuminated by dim magic lamps before, and there are rows of torches inserted in the wall of the hall, it is said that these torches have been applied with eternal magic, and they have not been extinguished since the tomb was built, even if you take out one and sell it, you can become a millionaire, of course, you must have the courage to face the possible B and punishment of the entire dark continent......

These precious torches faintly shine out of the cold fire, illuminating the whole hall, there are no monsters around the hall, only a row of four stone tombs lying quietly, if you think that there will be burial goods in the stone tomb and open it with joy, then it is estimated that the first thing to welcome you is a pair of withered yellow hands - these stone tombs have long been occupied by monsters, especially ghouls, who have almost regarded the stone tombs as their own dwellings, and any adventure to lift the lid of the coffin will be met with their crazy counterattack.

Sister Sharna has already come up with her own weapon, which is a javelin that glows with golden light, and it seems that she has gained a lot in the past few months, and then again, I still don't have a golden weapon.

At this time, Sharna exuded a cold momentum, no weaker than the one that came from the depths of the hall, she tightened her delicate and beautiful facial features, her sea-blue eyes were condensed like a beast, revealing a bloodthirsty and heavy killing intent like a layer of ice, and her tightly raised eyebrows were raised high, making the smile on the corner of her mouth look even more cold and terrifying.

She flexibly turned the javelin in her hand, and then pierced the tip of the spear into the gap between the coffin lids, and with a slight lift, the whole coffin lid was flipped high.

"Click-"

The moment the lid of the coffin was raised, a pair of withered yellow claws suddenly stretched out from the sarcophagus and covered her left shoulder, but the pair of claws were greeted by a cold spear head, and the owner of the claws, a yellow ghoul, could not take it away, so he could only helplessly watch his chest hit the tip of the gun.

With a dull "whoosh-" sound, the ghoul's speed allowed the tip of the spear to successfully stab it in the chest, and then the tip of the spear cocked high, throwing the entire ghoul into the air. In a flash. The ghoul's body seemed to be swept by a machine gun, twisting all kinds of strange movements in mid-air, and when it hit the ground with a bang, it was already a tattered corpse full of holes.

As if she had completed an easy job, Sister Sharna didn't even look at it, and walked straight to the next sarcophagus......

Although I have witnessed her confrontation with Kasha many times, I still can't say a word when I see this scene. With sheer skill and proficiency in her own weapons, Sister Sharna is almost close to Harlogas's adventures, and all she lacks in the First World now is level and skill.

Many unwitting adventures, for Sharna's sister's strength, will only be interpreted with the genius of geniuses. But I knew how much blood and effort Sister Sharna had put in behind their invisible, and when those ordinary adventures were still playing in the mud at the village gate with snot rundown, Sister Sharna said goodbye to the hard life of picking up leftovers, and she had been driven out of the tribe and she had begun to struggle in the forest full of wild beasts and traps, so that she could eat a mouthful of bloody raw meat, a rotten and shriveled fruit; While the other adventurers began to learn how to hold the wooden sword in their hands, Sister Sharna had begun to master the art of snatching food from the beast's mouth. While the others ventured with trembling hands and began to try to slit the throat of the hen, hundreds of demonic beasts had died at the hands of Sister Sharna......

Talented, resolute and decisive. Cold-minded, bloodthirsty and killing, animalistic and untamable...... No amount of language can fully embellish her contradictory existence, which is Sister Sharna. A beast that has been rescued from the world of beasts. Even living in Camp Rog for more than ten years could not erase the wildness that had been integrated into the soul.

Coming back to his senses from the memories of his conversation with Kashya. Sister Sharna had silently annihilated all the ghouls in the four sarcophagus, and was now bending down to take a few silver coins and a small vial of light life potion from the ground into her arms.

"Let's move on."

She turned her head suddenly, and her cold eyes like poisonous snakes made me stiffen, and the whole person unconsciously took a step back - is this person in front of her still the same Sister Sharna who can talk to her in a tone that is sometimes stern and sometimes gentle?

"You-"

Seeing my appearance, she was slightly stunned, blinked her eyes, and her suffocating eyes seemed to melt into the ice, and finally eased down, followed by a deep loneliness.

That's right, this is who I am, and even you can't accept me like this?

Her heart seemed to be wrenched, and even so, Sharna silently gritted her teeth and looked at each other without saying a word.

"Sister, let's go, Andariel is right in front of you."

In those stunned eyes, I dragged her left hand hard, perhaps, without Kasha's words, I would have been afraid, I would have hesitated, but now, my only thought was - to protect her.

After being dragged for several meters, Sharna reacted, the gloom in her eyes was swept away, and the joy that bloomed up and down her body was like a cold female god of war suddenly showing a shy appearance, which made people unable to move their eyes, but unfortunately I was not blessed to enjoy this short-lived peerless beauty when I walked in front......

On the opposite side of the hall was a straight passageway, and at the end of the passage was a huge wooden door, from which the endless chill continued to emanate.

Andariel, just separated from us by a wooden door, whenever I think of this, my heart jumps straight "bang", the blood of the whole body can't help but boil, I forcibly suppress the restless heart, because today's protagonist is not me.

"It will take more than a month for Andariel to be resurrected, you really ......"

In front of the wooden door, Sister Sharna turned her head again and looked at me with a complicated look, this was the third time she had confirmed.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Sister Sharna......"

I grabbed her shoulders, and the confusion and anger in my heart finally burst out.

"Didn't you swear to defeat Andariel before? I don't know what your purpose is, but now that you have this strength, what are you waiting for? Are vows really not important to you? Can you really give up what you want to achieve? ”

Something is wrong, from the time I first met Sister Sharna, I felt that something was wrong, this was not the usual cold and resolute her at all, Sister Sharna at this time, like a porcelain vase, seemed to be able to break into pieces with a slight push.

I don't know what she's shaking or what makes her shake, but I do know that fighting Andariel in this situation is like looking for death.

"No, no, how can I just give up like this, I want them to regret it, I want to sue them, I Sharna ......"

Sharna lowered her head, muttering unconsciously in her mouth, and could feel a terrifying momentum, which was tumbling violently in her silent heart, and could explode at any time.

I suddenly reached out and pulled it on that cold, fair face, and twisted it gently......

It feels so good.,Compared to Alice, they have their own merits.,But if you want to talk about satisfaction.,It's still stronger here.,After all, Alice can pull whenever she wants.,I'm secretly comparing......

Caught off guard, Sister Sharna suddenly raised her head and looked at me with wide eyes, probably this was the first time in her life that she had been bullied like this, and the object was her brother who couldn't beat herself, so she was stunned for a moment.

"The majestic and unruly Sharna in the past is my Wu Fan's sister!!"

Without waiting for her to come back to her senses, I sternly lined her shoulders and said, if I wait for her to react, then I will be finished......

"That's right, I didn't expect to be blinded by the weakness of the past, I just looked so humiliating."

She slowly raised her head, her smile faded, her eyes burst out of confidence and arrogance, sharp and almost impossible to breathe, at this moment, standing in front of me is the queen of Rog's camp, the arrogant witch Sharna.

After a serious look at me, she turned around and walked towards the door, and from that indomitable momentum, I finally realized the biggest gap between myself and my sister, not skill, nor experience, but the confidence and pride that penetrated into my bones.

What I lack is this soul-fighting spirit.

"Babble-"

The wooden door was slowly pushed open, and an evil stabbing stab filled with evil and cold eyes pierced through the crack, and I was intimidated by this look......

"Brother bastard, just now, I'll settle it with you when I go back."

Sister Sharna's pretended anger came to me, and I was stunned for a moment, and then, with a push from the little figure in front of me, all the coldness and evil melted away in front of her dazzling light.