A crisp crackling sound of the coffin was like a raindrop in the face on Bernardo's self-contemptuous attitude just now.

These tomb keepers, who have been sleeping for several epochs, need to be dispatched in person, and the experience of attacking intruders is probably rare. Even the Imperial Legions and Stormcloak rebels, who are now at war, send their elite troops deep into the catacombs, but they may not be able to reap much benefit from the hundreds of ghouls.

Although the ghoul lords vanished in the light of the nemesis-like healing scrolls, the ghouls who also had an ominous glint in their eyes were not as easy as the group of robbers just now.

They have long since lost the ability to think as human beings, and it is impossible to use psychic deterrence techniques to scare them off. They can only meet their tidal wave of attacks head-on.

There was no trace of the blood that symbolized the source of life in their shriveled bodies, and even the internal organs had long since been reduced to a small mass by the effects of the ancient Nedic burial medicine that they had poured and applied at the time of death, and had lost all usefulness. Therefore, no matter what the toxin is, there is no way to easily cut them off by the ancient spells that are connected by them. Strangely enough, the Gounods' resistance to the cold has been retained, and the use of frost-based spells has little effect on these ghouls.

No matter what, this also means -

"Wall of Fire!" In the center of the room where the ghoul lord was located, there was a high ground made of stones, and the huge ornate coffin in the middle of the high ground that had been broken was undoubtedly the last residence of the ghoul lord before he completely disappeared.

Generally speaking, to be able to be buried in such a position, he must have all kinds of funerary goods by his side.

In the past few epochs, the Temple of Coldfall could never have been visited by tomb robbers. And there must be a master among them, who took a lot of treasure without alarming the ghouls.

But even so, the grave of the ghoul Maharaja in the center of the coffin seems to be rarely touched by a daring thief who risked losing a hand in a moment.

So, when Bernardo heard the sound of the ghouls' coffins cracking, he instinctively leaned towards the high ground, and then rummaged through the tombs filled with linen shrouds and air-dried wooden strips. He sighed almost instinctively when he saw something small that shone green.

This light and color, this rune—there's no doubt that this is a high-level magical enchantment ring of destruction.

The rune above is a bit more complicated - but it has at least once been in the hands of some of the Mage Guild masters. The unique runic markings of the mages of Winterkeep are modeled after the earliest logos of the Magical Guild.

Breaking into the depths of this bunker alone, what is the most important thing for such an adventurer to pay attention to under normal circumstances? Undoubtedly, it is the supply.

Whether it's dry food to fill your hunger, a weapon that's rubbed hard enough and in good condition, or a solid armor that can keep out all kinds of dangers.

In other cases, adventurers should also have enough potions on hand - whether it's a common potion or a variety of potions that can apply various magical effects in a short period of time.

All these supplies are prepared for all kinds of dangers encountered in the long war.

As a rare student with high scores in all majors at the Winterhold Academy of Magic in recent years, Bernardo has his own unique set of insights into all aspects of spell casting. But at the end of the day, he's not a magic bottle either.

In the face of this number of ghouls, it is difficult to drink potions at any time to replenish energy if you are alone. What's more, as the ghouls are getting closer and closer, there is no suitable environment around.

So, I was lucky enough to find such an enchanted ring in the tomb of the Nord Ghoul Lord that reduced the loss of mana during casting spells and increased the chanting speed.

Heat-emitting flames were sprayed onto the ground. On the cold, damp rocks, the flames didn't just leave a few charred traces and disappeared – they just continued to burn on the ground.

The crimson fiery serpent greedily licked everything around them, and things like fire and sunlight instinctively terrified even the afterlifer.

Bernardo manipulated spells with precision, radiating the same flames at key points in the high ground and in some of the dense places in the halls. As an expert-level spell, this wall of flame that can continue to burn is very depleted, and even if you are a good spellcaster and have an enchanted ring that seems to be of pretty good quality, you will quickly start to feel the loss of mana.

Dozens of ghouls have been ablated by the power of demonic energy, emitting bursts of scorching stench. More ghouls retreated slowly out of instinctive fear of flames, gradually gathering together at Bernardo's conscious inducement.

However, just as everything was getting better, a sharp pain in his left arm interrupted Bernardo's spell.

"Cut ......" pulled out the culprit that caused the severe pain—a cluster of arrows fired by a ghoul—and without frowning, Bernardo stopped his other spell-casting hand, and a silvery white light began to envelop his body. Taking advantage of the healing spells, he quickly snapped two fingers into the flesh, and pulled out the arrows embedded in the flesh in a way that would have stunned onlookers.

- By the way, Bernardo was largely unresponsive to being shot by an arrow just now, only interrupted by the chanting of the magic; And this move of pulling out the arrow with his bare hands made him grin in pain.

"Forget there are archers among these ghouls......" Bernardo narrowed his eyes through the blazing flames—a dozen ghouls armed with the bow of Gounod were struggling to raise their bows and arrows with their arms that had been corroded to the bone, aiming at themselves.

Their accuracy is poor, and their bows and arrows are not very powerful. That's why he hadn't noticed the ghouls just now—it looked like it was just an accident.

It's just that, because of this-

"The appearance of archers means ......"

- their people...... That's it?

Since the ghouls are not well-trained, tactical soldiers, but rather undead creatures who act almost exclusively on instinct - they will only faithfully carry out the last orders they were given in their lifetime.

Buried in the coffin are draugls with blades, tomahawks, and swords, and naturally rush at their enemies like predatory beasts, only healing spells and flames can stop them.

And the ghouls with cold bows and arrows sleeping beside them, like real archers, are far away to attack themselves.

So when the battle has been going on for a while—if an archer ghoul is in his field of vision—

This means that there will be no more ghouls coming to reinforce them.

Seeing this, Bernardo smiled triumphantly.