Miss Amber, an excellent stealth master, a Shadow Power professional, and a gravedigger, has a wise saying: the road is there, the door is just an ethereal ornament, as long as the psychological problems aside, even the door of the royal treasury only needs a celery.

Well, there is probably no celery in this world, but for Amber, it is not necessary to poke open the door of an ancient mausoleum.

With a little shadow trick, some knowledge of the ancient prohibition, and a little bit of luck, the half-elf thief easily cracked the ban in the tomb of Cecil's ancestor, and a passage appeared in front of everyone that even Hetty and Rebecca didn't know.

Then everyone followed Amber into the passage.

The passage of the tomb made of rocks and soul stooping bricks was much wider than expected, and even heavy knights like Gawain and Byron, who were nearly two meters tall, would not feel cramped in the passage, and the infusion lampstands embedded in the walls on both sides of the passage had been exhausted, but after Heti had cast a few basic spells, these seven-hundred-year-old ancient lampstands still lit up one after another, indicating the direction of the way forward.

"I'm really just a thief, I usually stutter," Amber said modestly as she walked ahead of the group, "I'm a descendant of the forest spirits, and I respect the ancestors, so how could I do such a thing as digging graves?" ”

Gawain was dismissive of her statement: "You're all skilled like this, and you're embarrassed to explain?" ”

Perhaps to confirm that his life has been saved, this half-elf who has no racial reserve at all is cheeky as the tomb door that she has just pried open: "Lock-picking technology and cracking are the standard configuration of our industry, my basic skills are solid, is there anything wrong?" ”

At this time, Rebecca, who was walking in the middle of the line, suddenly asked, "Are you a leader of Cecil's domain?" ”

Amber frowned and thought for a moment, "I've lived in this place for several years, but I haven't applied to become a full-fledged lord, but according to the rules of your Cecil lord, those who have lived for more than three years and paid taxes on time are considered lords...... Do you think I'm counted? ”

Rebecca shook her head: "If you don't apply, you don't count." ”

"Oh," Amber said in a long voice, "why are you asking me this?" ”

"I'm lord of Cecil's lordship," Rebecca said solemnly, "so if you're my lord, I'm obligated to protect you." ”

Amber: "...... Then you said this earlier! Is it too late for me to change my mind? ”

Rebecca looked serious: "It's too late. ”

Gawain glanced at Rebecca, who had a serious face, and then at Amber, who had no discipline to speak of, and shook his head a little amusedly.

Although I woke up in such a mess, I still felt much better as a human being again than I was in my previous state.

He looked at Hettie who was walking behind him, this lady who didn't know how many of his great-granddaughters had secretly drifted his gaze over more than once, he had been waiting for the other party to take the initiative to speak, but seeing that the other party had not broken the silence until now, he had to take the initiative to ask: "Whatever you want to ask, just say it." ”

Hetty was slightly startled, but quickly took a deep breath to calm down, she looked at Gawain's face that was exactly the same as the family portrait, and carefully chose the wording: "Ancestor...... I still can't believe it, but you really are ......"

"That's right, it's really that Gawain Cecil, the pioneer of seven hundred years ago. Can I recite to you all my life experience of more than 30 years, or can I tell you about the Second Pioneering Era? But to be honest, I am afraid that this alone will not prove anything, and a good historian may be more credible than I say, after all, I am not very eloquent," Gawain shrugged, "You just want to confirm my authenticity, right?" ”

"I beg your pardon for my doubts," Hetty said hurriedly, "but it's a bit ...... Although there are stories of the resurrection of the Heroic Soul from ancient times to the present day, seeing it with your own eyes is another matter entirely. I've heard that there are some paladins and silver moon elves who can do years or even decades of suspended animation, relying on the power of holy light and elven arcane magic to preserve their souls and vitality, but I've never heard of human knights who can do the same thing, let alone ...... You have been dead for seven hundred years. ”

"To be honest, I don't know what's going on," Gawain said, shaking his head, though he was tempted to make up a logical, reasonable, and convincing theory on the spot to bluff the Zeng Zeng in front of him...... Great-granddaughter, but unable to find a usable theory either from his own knowledge or from Gawain Cecil's memory, so he simply admits that he cannot explain all this, "Maybe it has something to do with what I experienced in my life." You know, I once received the blessing of the elements when I led my ancestors to open up the wilderness, and it probably changed my physique. ”

"Is that so......" Hetty said noncommittally, and then suddenly raised his head and looked at the road ahead.

"There's a current," she whispered, "and there's a different magic reaction, and it's supposed to be the end of the mausoleum area ahead." ”

Gawain nodded, and at the same time clenched the Pioneer Sword in his hand—an inexplicable palpitation that made him feel that he might not be safe in front of him.

"Be vigilant," the Byron knight, who was walking in front with Amber, seemed to sense it, he drew his steel broadsword, and the other hand brushed at random on the sword, and the blade immediately rose with a faint silver light, "You three, pay attention to protect the back." ”

There was a sound of metal scraping, and the three soldiers were ready for battle, although they were only the most basic combat professions, but after all, they were elite warriors who survived to the end of the battle against monsters and were carefully cultivated by the Cecil family, and the fearlessness and composure on their faces at the moment quickly reassured Amber, who was a little nervous, and Betian, the little maid who was protected in the middle of the team.

Although the passage of the tomb is deep and long, there is always a time to come to an end, and the stone bricks inlaid on the stone walls on both sides every ten meters are the signs of the mausoleum area, and with the disappearance of these soul stone bricks, there is a slightly open place like a crossroads in front of you.

This is the junction between the mausoleum and the castle basement, and it is also the transportation hub to those ancient secret passages.

Amber pointed to one of the forks in the Crossroads, "I got in from there, and it leads to a dry well outside the castle, but it must be overrun by monsters now." ”

Gawain looked at Hetty, "Which side is West?" ”

Hetty reached out and sketched a simple magical rune in the air, which then turned into a glowing streamer that staggered in a certain direction.

"That's over there." Gawain said, but at the moment when his words fell, a sense of crisis suddenly hit his heart.

There was no time to think about it, the well-trained body reacted one step faster than thought, and Gawain almost subconsciously raised the Pioneer Sword to block it, and then felt a hammer-like impact coming from the blade.

His body shook slightly, and then stabilized his figure, and the attacker finally appeared in front of everyone—with a muffled, murmuring sound, three staggering tall figures stepped out of one of the dark corridors at the intersection!

It wasn't at all what any creature in nature could have, but more like the monsters that the necromancers and demon sorcerers had put together with their evil creativity, they were nearly three meters tall, like shriveled giants, but their bodies were formed by amorphous matter that flowed like mud, and those sludge-like things swelled on their surfaces, and even from time to time they would reveal huge cavities, and in the hollows, blood-red bones could be seen.

"Ahh The moment she saw these three monsters, Rebecca let out a short exclamation, Betty quickly bit her lip, as if she would cry out in fright at any time, Hetty raised her staff and slammed on the ground, and a weak Purifying Technique was activated, counteracting the terrifying effect of the monster on everyone, and at the same time she quickly said to Gawain: "Ancestor, these monsters are these!" ”

At this time, Gawain had already woken up from the impact of seeing the inhuman monster for the first time, and the corresponding memory appeared in his mind: "These are actually these things?!" ”

At this moment, the three-headed monster had already attacked again, they kept making a dream-like murmur, and at the same time, two of them rushed towards Gawain and his party in great strides, and the remaining monster raised his arm, and a cloud of dark energy arrows condensed in front of its arm, and in the next second, it flew straight towards Amber, who was standing at the front of the group!

"Wow!" Amber let out a short exclamation, and the whole person instantly shrank into the shadow behind the Byron Knight, and the next moment appeared in another shadow ten meters away, while the Byron Knight raised his broadsword full of silver radiance, and with a roar of rage, he took the initiative to meet one of the rushing monsters.

"Hetty, Rebecca, get rid of the one who can put the Shadow Arrow! Try not to use arcane magic, arcane magic is almost useless for these things! Amber, you and the warriors protect the spellcaster! Gawain shouted loudly, then swung his long sword and rushed forward.

He never wielded a sword to fight a man.

He had never seen any inhuman monsters.

Despite experiencing a rebirth through time, he did not stand on this otherworldly land on his own legs for the first time until today.

So he didn't know how far he could do at this moment with a little combat instinct remaining in his body and the combat knowledge in his mind that didn't belong to him at all, plus an ancient long sword that had lost its magic power.

But many times, fate will not give you a choice.

You're standing here, the monster is standing there, there's no way to the heavens and no way to the earth around you, you only have a seven-hundred-year-old antique sword in your hand, and you could have had a shield, but the shield has been destroyed by a ruined son a hundred years ago, what else can you do in this situation?

Fuck it, fuck it!

Isn't it just an aberration?

Seven hundred years ago, Gawain Cecil, one man could beat them a hundred!

There are only a few today, and it can't be solved?