As the heavy stone door slowly closed under the impetus of an ancient spell, the power of magic swam along the walls and grooves in the ground, forming a closed cycle of energy, and the nightmarish world outside seemed to be completely cut off.

No roar of the captain of the guard, no screams of the wounded and dying, no more screams and roars of the horrible monsters, all sounds were muffled by heavy stone and steel, and even though everyone knew that the barrier was only temporary, in this moment of tranquility, Rebecca couldn't help but let out a long breath - if only that hell outside was really just a nightmare.

However, in the next second, Rebecca shook her hair vigorously, putting aside all the weak thoughts that had come to her mind. Heavy rocks and steel do not bring real long-term security, but may weaken her will and make her indulge in this temporary illusion of safety. Thinking of this, the young heir of the Cecil family couldn't help but clench the already dim staff in his hand hard, and hoped that this weapon would bring him more courage.

The voice of Byron Kirk, the knight of the family, came from behind him: "Lord Viscount, the passage has been sealed, and those monsters should not be able to enter for a short time. ”

Rebecca glanced back at the loyal knight, the other man's steel armor was covered with scars, and there was a small depression in the breastplate, and a clear scorch mark could be seen on his short gray hair—it was a large fireball that Aunt Hetty had burned with a large fireball to save the knight from a monster, and the situation was really thrilling, the fireball almost exploded against the scalp of the mid-level knight, if it weren't for the favor of the god of luck, The knight, who had served his family for twenty years, was probably reduced to a corpse.

Of course, Rebecca wasn't sure if it was because of Aunt Hetty's famous "magic never hits" constitution......

"Good work, Byron Knight," Rebecca lowered her eyelids to hide the tiredness in her eyes, "we can at least catch our breath." ”

Then she turned back and looked at the few people who were left around her: three soldiers were guarding the area with torches, Aunt Hetty was holding a burning fireball in her hand and carefully scanning the wall at the end of the stone hall, and Betty, the little maid who had followed her, was holding the frying pan she had taken all the way to, cowering behind the soldiers, looking at the place curiously with a pair of big flickering eyes.

Including herself and the Byron knights, these seven men were probably the last survivors right now—those who remained on the surface were unlikely to survive.

After confirming everyone's condition, Rebecca couldn't help but pay attention to the situation in this stone hall.

It is an old place, with cobwebs and thick dust everywhere in the rectangular stone hall, and some decaying artifacts are piled up at one end of the hall, and although they are old, they can still be seen in their former beauty and luxury. On the walls around the stone hall, you can still see well-preserved murals and reliefs. Although the frescoes have faded and the reliefs are slightly worn, they still do not affect the view.

Heti Cecil looked at the frescoes and reliefs for a long time. In contrast to the flashy frivolous style that emerged in the northern kingdoms in modern times, all the decorations in this stone hall are solemn and unpretentious, with a distinctly "First Dynasty" atmosphere, with frescoes depicting heroes or customs, and reliefs depicting scenes and abstract symbols of the gods, and Hetty, as a learned spellcaster, was adept at interpreting useful things from these ancient paintings.

Looking at the contents of the murals and reliefs, Hetty couldn't help but put his left hand on his chest and whispered, "May the ancestors forgive ......"

"Aunt Hetty," Rebecca said to Hetty, carrying her staff, the young girl's face was a little nervous, and it was only at this moment that she seemed to finally realize what kind of place she had stepped in, and became slightly uneasy, "...... here"

"This is the place where the ancestors of the Cecil family sleep," said Hetty solemnly, "and don't be rude. ”

Rebecca swallowed and looked around, "Looks like no one has been in for a long time......"

"This place has been completely sealed off since the Marquis of Grumman took the relics from the ancestral tomb a hundred years ago and participated in the rebellion that almost led to the destruction of the family, and everyone in the descendants of the Cecil family knows how to open this place, but due to the family order, no one dares to enter without permission unless it is a matter of life and death," Hetty glanced at Rebecca deeply, "In a hundred years, we were the first people to set foot here. ”

"It's true that it's a 'life and death' now......" Rebecca took a deep breath, "Ancestor, he'll forgive us, right?" ”

Hetty smiled stiffly, unable to answer the question, and continued to follow the instructions on the mural to find the mechanism that would open the deep crypt.

It didn't take much effort for her to find the particular stone pillar, and then pressed her hand on the top of the pillar and pressed it down slightly.

The stone door leading to the deep burial chamber immediately shook slightly, and then the entire stone slab slowly rose upwards with the sound of friction.

But the moment the stone door was raised, Rebecca heard a strange sound from behind the stone door—the sound of objects falling to the ground came from behind the door, followed by an irrepressible exclamation.

"Someone in there?!" Hetty also reacted immediately, shouting in a low voice, "Byron! ”

Without waiting for any more orders, the knight had already grabbed his sword and rushed in the direction of the stone gate, and the other three warriors followed, and Rebecca was stunned for a moment and immediately rushed forward, and ordered the confused little maid without looking back: "Betty! Find a place to hide! ”

As soon as she stormed into the tomb, Rebecca saw the Byronic knight who had rushed in before swinging his sword at an agile petite figure.

The petite figure rushed around the Byron Knight like a gust of wind, and from time to time turned into a cloud of black smoke and slipped into the ubiquitous shadow area of the tomb, and the power of her manipulation of the shadow and the agility of her footwork opened Rebecca's eyes - it was rare to see a stalker who could have been entangled with Byron Knight for so long. However, as the remaining three soldiers completed the encirclement, and Hetty, who had a tongue of fire wrapped around his hand, blocked the door to the tomb, the agile figure completely lost the space to escape, and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

It wasn't until she stopped that Rebecca could see the intruder's face—a girl who looked about her size, but was shorter than herself, dressed in old leather armor and had short ear-length hair, and a beautiful face, although her face was stained, she could still be seen to be a beautiful woman. The most striking thing is the other party's ears, which are pointy, but not as long as the elves, which is enough to show her bloodline: a half-blood elf.

But it is impossible to tell what the other half of her bloodline is, after all, the blood power of the elves is so strong, basically the racial characteristics of humans and orcs are similar after being mixed with elves.

As soon as the half-blood elf girl landed, the knight Byron stepped forward and put the long sword on the opponent's neck, and the remaining three soldiers immediately surrounded him, and the three sharp swords blocked all the opponent's escape routes.

"What are you! How dare you break into the ancestral tomb of the Cecil family?! Hetty strode forward, with irrepressible anger in her voice, for for a descendant of a nobleman like her, the visit of tomb thieves from the Ancestral Tomb was enough to make her furious—and once word got out, the crumbling reputation of the Cecil family would probably be over.

Rebecca also glared at the half-blood elf - although the sudden incident had left her a little blindsided, the fact that an outsider appeared in the ancestral tomb as a forbidden place made her angry enough.

The half-elf girl was pressed by the long sword, and was glared at by Hetty and Rebecca, and her voice suddenly trembled: "Wait...... Wait a minute! I haven't stolen anything! ”

The long sword in Byron's hand suddenly pressed down again: "You are so bold! ”

As soon as the knight finished speaking, he heard a strange sound of Krakala suddenly coming from the black steel coffin in the center of the tomb, and this strange sound immediately reached everyone's ears, and everyone, including Rebecca, fell silent at once.

After a moment, Rebecca was the first to react, a fist-sized fireball appeared from the tip of her staff, pointing at the half-kneeling half-kneel in the distance, "What did you do to our ancestors?!" ”

The half-elf girl was really about to cry this time: "Don't ...... Don't kill me yet! Compared to this coffin board of your ancestors, it can't be suppressed! ”

With the sound of the half-elf girl crying, the sound in the black steel coffin became louder and louder, and even the lid of the coffin shook obviously.

"Ancestors!" Hetty's face suddenly pale, this lady who has always been known for her dignified elegance in aristocratic circles is the first time she has lost her temper like this, "Please rest in peace!" Whoever disturbs you will be punished......"

The half-elf girl shouted: "What's the use of nonsense at this time!" Hurry up and press down on your ancestors' coffin boards! ”

The three soldiers looked at each other, even Byron was furious, but at this time Rebecca reacted, and she rushed to the platform where the coffin was placed, and at the same time, the lid of the coffin had been completely pushed open, and a hand poked out of the gap.

Seeing this, Rebecca didn't say a word, picked up the staff, and smashed it down: "Ancestors! Rest in peace!! ”

That hand was smashed directly back into the coffin on the spot, and at the same time, there was a cry of pain from the coffin: ", who smashed my hand!" ”

Rebecca looked up stunned to see her family knight, aunt, and the three warriors all looking at her in amazement.

Rebecca looked down at the staff in her hand, and this time it was her turn to cry: "Auntie, am I a little disrespectful to my ancestors......"

However, Hetty suddenly shouted, "Rebecca! Get out of there! ”

Rebecca was stunned: "Auntie? ”

"It's possible that it's the resurrection of the dead!" Hetty's face turned pale, "Maybe it's the monsters on the surface...... Corrupted the relics of the ancestors! ”

This possibility suddenly made Rebecca also break out in a cold sweat, and just as she was about to jump off the platform and hide behind the soldiers, the heavy cover of the black steel coffin was pushed up again - and this time the people in the coffin used all their strength, and the entire coffin lid was directly pushed out!

Then, a man with short light brown hair, a heroic and majestic face, and dressed in ancient aristocratic costumes sat up from inside.

The half-kneeling half-blooded elf girl turned her head to see this scene, and couldn't help but sigh: "Look, your ancestor has completely cheated the corpse this time." ”

(Double watch on the first day, and then it should maintain the rhythm of double watch on the next day...... After all, I belong to the model of the codeword that is relatively slow...... ）