A chain of lightning tore through the air and slammed into the throat of a ghoul with precision.

With a burst of sparks and a scorching scorch, the ghouls guarding the deepest part of the Frostfall Temple have all been wiped out.

"Whew...... ...... phew," Bernardo gasped and looked around.

It was a fierce battle he hadn't faced in a long time - and unlike the others, this time it was entirely because he was alone in danger, facing a disadvantage against a presence far less powerful than his own, rather than an equally powerful opponent he had encountered before.

However, as the saying goes, two fists are hard to beat four – and even for a master like Bernardo, it will not be easy to win with sheer numbers. If it weren't for the chance to observe the number and scale of the other party and make corresponding plans and strategies, I'm afraid he wouldn't have been able to get out so easily.

Moreover, even in the current situation, it is difficult to say that it is a complete victory. Although he was not fatally wounded, it was also true that a cold arrow drilled a large bloody hole in his arm. Not to mention the dozens of various abrasions on the body, and some headaches caused by having to use powerful spells at critical moments.

Thankfully, the ghouls in this underground space have been cleaned up by themselves, no matter what. And this ...... all over the land I don't know if it's a corpse, but there are nearly hundreds of corpses lying around.

"If you still have a weapon in hand...... Bernardo shook his head helplessly as he looked at his blood-stained robe. If you had a melee weapon at your disposal, you wouldn't have been able to get so much damage.

Bursts of light, symbolizing healing, lingered around him. The power of the magic stimulated the punctured flesh, and in a somewhat itchy sensation, the wound recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The only difference was the arrow when he was injured for the first time - the wound was too deep, and the madness was pulled out by himself in such a brutal way, and the surrounding tissues were badly damaged, and some extra help was needed.

"White moss juice...... Ah, there it is. While taking out a white vial from the package he was carrying, and taking a gentle breath of cold air from the pain from the wound, Bernardo poured a few drops of the white liquid onto the wound. In an instant, the pain was gone.

"Hey...... If I didn't have it, I would have tried not to do it. Moving his injured arm with satisfaction, Bernardo put the vial back on his body, then took out a clean piece of firewood, lit it, and—

There is no imaginary pain. However, even if the use of white moss paralyzes the pain, the direct cauterization of the flames that far exceeds the temperature of ordinary people's bodies is also very uncomfortable.

The arrow was pulled, the pain and bleeding stopped, and the sterilization was complete - it took about ten minutes to bandage the wound before Bernardo returned to his path, carefully observing the hall hidden in the deepest part of the temple.

"The story of the Gounods? Archaeologists will love this ...... But I'll leave it at that. "The walls are carved with a large number of stories written in Old Arantin, which clearly speaks of what happened in the context of the period when the tomb was built. However, the Nords have always been very out-of-the-box when recording these things, and the heroes they record are often slaughtering in the territory of the Ruichi people in the last second, and the next chapter is running to the ancient temple at the northernmost point of Winterhold, which is very confusing. If it weren't for them, Perinall's and other real-life heroes would not have been considered pure Nord myths and legends until several authorities seriously verified their true existence.

Soon, however, Bernardo discovered something completely different. Unlike the other walls that are joined together, this semi-circular ring stands alone in the deepest part of the tomb. And when Bernardo approached, he could vaguely read the words on it clearly, and he couldn't help but exclaim.

That's not Old Arnaics—that's dragon language.

Moreover, these dragon characters seem to have magical powers, attracting Bernardo's consciousness. For some reason, he always felt that the words on the stone tablets were talking to him.

"These words ......" and I don't know how long it took for him to wake up from this vague consciousness. It turned out that he was walking slowly to check the dragon language, and accidentally tripped over a stone slab under his feet.

This slate is a bit out of place. Bernardo came to his senses and examined it carefully, and it didn't seem to have come off the wall. And it was written in a smaller dragon language, and the size didn't match the wall in front of it.

Someone seems to have thrown it here? Bernardo wiped the dust off the slate and examined it carefully.

The dragon wall is made of stalactites unique to the cave. But this slate ...... Looks like obsidian? And the text on it, if you look closely, you can also correspond to the text on the dragon wall.

It looks like some archaeologist came here and copied the dragon language on the stone tablet and wanted to take it back for study? But for some reason I couldn't bring it back...... Was it attacked by ghouls?

Bernardo walked back to where the ghouls had gathered and examined their respective coffins. Then, he shook his head.

"I didn't find any traces of it being opened before...... And if the deeper ghouls are alarmed, there is no reason not to contact the lord-level ghouls on the high platform...... There must be something else......"

After a few minutes of walking around the coffins where the ghouls were, Bernardo found a tightly sealed coffin board.

Of course, the so-called strictness is only relative. Stuck together with the coffins that had been forcibly propped open and sewn together using the Gounod technique, the standing coffin looked as if it had been opened once, and then leaned back here at random. Over time, dust and subtle geological changes resealed the place.

Boom - because he had no scruples, Bernardo directly used magic to blast the strange-looking coffin board open.

Sure enough. After the debris and smoke, a narrow passage that winds and turns appeared before Bernardo's eyes. There is no doubt that this should have been a secret passage that the designers of the tomb had designed for themselves to escape.

After a few steps down the narrow passage, Bernardo could feel the faint chill. After all, it's still cold outside.

“…… Grab it. A light feather technique was applied to make the slate lighter, and Bernardo thought about it and picked it up.

Aside from a few gems that seemed to be of good quality, the lord's coffin contained nothing of value. Not to mention the coffins of those miscellaneous soldiers.

Although the owner of the grocery store looked in his brother's face and said that he would waive all the fees for himself...... But it's not good to really don't give it at all. Just give them these things...... Anyway, for yourself, if it's just a simple and beautiful decoration, how much you want.

After doing all this, he turned around and left without hesitation.