"Well, I'm not going to bother you about your journey...... I wish you a smooth journey ahead. With Bernardo's help, he finally broke free from the shackles of the cobwebs, and Aver, who was a little dazed with hunger, said vaguely as he devoured the dry food that the boy had kindly handed him.

"Yes, then you can go back the way you came." Bernardo said lightly, "Don't forget what I told you. ”

"Of course not, of course not." "Then we'll meet at the Mare's Banner Tavern in Snowman...... When it was done......"

"Two thousand Septin gold coins, I remember it very clearly, you don't have to worry." Bernardo shook his head, "We demon swordsmen are all honest, if we are always swaggering, won't no one cooperate with us if it spreads?" ”

"That's right......" Avir scratched his head, "Then I'll leave first......"

"Go ahead." Bernardo waved his hand impatiently, and as Avir hurried back to the entrance of the hall, he kept looking at the somewhat decaying frescoes eroded by cobwebs, and the ancient runes on the dragon's claws.

"Bitter cold...... Death...... Blockade ...... "The ancient Nord characters on the Golden Dragon's Claw seem to have undergone special treatment, and these words are still clearly visible despite the fact that the object carrying the words has changed hands back and forth over thousands of years, through auctions and circulation, battles and losses.

As an orthodox college magician, Bernardo had studied magic literature rigorously during his years in Winterhold, and all students of Winterhold Academy of Magic had to choose an ancient language for complete and systematic study in order to graduate. These options include, but are not limited to, Old German, Ancient High Rock, Ancient Elf, Snow Elf, Dragon, and Daedric. Considering that most of his peers were elves, Heliga studied Elvish, but he did not have a deep understanding of Old Arnold.

"That's it...... Since you've come here, why don't you just continue to walk deeper into the depths? Bernardo said to himself, unless there was a powerful creature as the dragon sacrifice sleeping here, he was at least sure that he would be able to get out of it.

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Ghouls, usually dressed in tattered, rusty and mottled tattered offers, carry iron swords forged by the Gounod craft that never rust, or wander through the cloisters or sleep in coffins. Their bodies are parched, their senses dull, and their eyes glow a translucent blue. According to Professor Tovdil, these eyes are treated to see nothing but the souls of the living, which is why the ghouls are so alert to intruders who accidentally show their movements.

They are usually found only in the tombs or ruins of Ancient Nord, but occasionally a few scattered ghouls have left their underground cages and run to the surface for various reasons. But like vampires, they are afraid of sunlight and heat, so in the eyes of the general public, they are just a means for parents to scare their crying children.

A random fire bomb knocked the last ghoul who pounced on him with a strange roar, and looking at the densely packed "corpses" around him, Bernardo continued on his way, boredly recalling what he had heard about the undead at school.

Bernardo had no stress dealing with these ghouls, they weren't much better than the spiders outside. Behind the hall where the Spider Empress roosted is a huge cluster of hundreds of small burial chambers. Some corpses that have been laid to rest forever are standing peacefully in the hollows dug out of the stone walls, while the specially treated mana lamp fuel is still burning silently after several epochs.

Bernardo took a closer look at the standing bodies. Some of them were corpses through and through, and the ghouls were supposed to not even be able to stand up - but the drugs they took when they became ghouls solved the problem.

The reasons for the formation of the Ghoul are varied, most of which are the creation of a slave-like system of slavery by brutal dragon sacrifices for their own tombs. But Hanluo is obviously not, this is just a large cemetery of the ancient Nords. Bernardo noticed that the ghouls who had fallen under their magical powers were almost all male, perhaps because each individual tomb was a small family, and the brothers, husbands, and fathers of the family voluntarily took the elixir that would never sleep in order to protect their loved ones. Thinking of this, Bernardo bent down and gently drove the shadow magic. Not out of fear, but out of some sympathy and impatience, he tried not to alarm the ghouls and quickly pass through this tomb complex.

Without the heavy steel armor and the full force of shadow magic, Bernardo moved quickly, although there was still some movement, causing the ghouls' dark blue eyes to turn to his side, but before the two sides could go head-to-head, Bernardo had already reached the next stone chamber.

The deeper he went, the larger the chamber that appeared in front of Bernardo, and the more and more items that accompanied the burial. Even in several burial chambers that were undecently luxurious, and in several burial chambers that had been broken by the erosion of time and geological changes, piles of ancient Nord gold coins flowed like small hills, mixed with crystal clear gemstones. Of course, these tombs are also different from the humble models outside, and there are at least twenty elite ghoul warriors wearing suits of ancient Arold plate armor, armed with various weapons, and horned helmets on their heads. If you take something you shouldn't take, I'm afraid they will be exposed in an instant. While Bernardo wasn't afraid to fight them – in fact, it would take a few more minutes to get serious – but if he did, it would create a bigger Tokyo, and he would have to fight and retreat and return to the ground.

There's no need, there's no need to do that. Even when he saw the colorful gems in front of him, Bernardo would pick them up and put them in his pocket without saying a word.

In short, hordes of ghouls were evaded, and when the insidious mechanism was cracked, Bernardo finally made his way through the staggering mass of tombs and into the depths of the ruins.

An incomparably tall, wide, and imposing burial palace.

"Oh my God......" even the well-informed Bernardo couldn't help but exclaim at the scene in front of him, "these Guunods...... Did you hollow out the entire interior of the cold mountains here? ”

In reality, there are only a handful of buildings that can compare with this place. If anything, it would be just another ancient Nord tomb. After all, only the Nords are very particular about these things.

Even if you squint your eyes, you can't feel where the cloisters at the end of the two sides of the tomb extend. The sense of tremor and awe that Bernardo felt in such a large group of tombs was unimaginable.

"I'd better go quietly......" Bernardo admonished himself word by word, the shadow magic in his hand surging again......