Draenor, Vekilic, Moran, and Cooper were stunned by the spectacle before them. The brilliance of the torches was reflected in countless pure gold treasures, and the whole funeral room was like a miniature version of the palace, but the dazzling brilliance was no less than that of the palace's crystal lamps.

Even Yelena didn't expect her ancestor's funeral room to be so luxurious, and the surrounding items were not simple gold artifacts, but treasures that could only be used in ancient sacrifices. With the intricate inscriptions and perfectly set gemstones, it's easy to see that any funerary object in the burial chamber is a priceless treasure.

Vikirico had seen a similar scene at the Nikanlos auction before, but the valuable utensils were safely placed in glass cases, and it was a terrible thing to pile up precious wealth like this in the tomb!

Draenor quickly came back to his senses and observed the situation behind him, the stone door was so tightly fitting that it seemed that even the light could not be transmitted to the secret room opposite.

Compared to the secret room, the artifacts here are fairly well preserved, and there are hardly any signs of wear and tear except for some dust. Fortunately, with this reliable stone gate, the tomb of the eldest king was able to escape the tomb robbers for a long time.

The commotion behind them gradually subsided, and everyone finally had a chance to breathe.

Driven by curiosity, Draenor reached out and picked up a golden cup, carved in the shape of leaves, and the rim of the cup was surrounded by colorful gemstones, which looked like sacrificial utensils used to hold wine.

Draenor felt that the cup was heavy in his hand, and it stands to reason that the gold should be relatively light, and he flipped the gold cup to look at the rim, who knew that the cup was not filled with fairy dew elixir, but gold coins that almost overflowed the rim.

Yakov quickly reached out and caught the coins so that they would not fall to the ground and make a noise, and he groped with his thumb for the lines engraved on the coins, as if he was quite familiar with the pattern.

"This is the currency of the era of Anton the Great, it seems that Miss Moran is right, we really entered the funeral chamber of the eldest king."

The Lykos have a strange tradition of burying most of the currency engraved with previous emperors in ancient tombs every time the king has changed, and then using the gold ore to make a steady stream of currency for the new dynasty.

Vicky felt a little sad about this kind of deep-pocketed civilization, they obviously didn't understand the slightest economics, and they didn't even have any extra currency except gold, and if they wanted to use change, they would simply split the gold coins and trade them in half, quarter, and sixteenth gold coins. Thanks to the countless gold mines buried in the territory of Snowway, this ancient and wealthy civilization has not been able to decline because of this. She even had some suspicions that the war in Snowway was directly related to the royal family's extravagant attitude.

"Anton the Great is the twin brother of my father, who has held the imperial power of Snowway since his death. Although it is indeed rude to trespass, if my uncle knew that we would meet again in this way, he would probably be crying and laughing. Anna gently stroked the sarcophagus of the eldest king, although it was the once supreme emperor who rested in it, but it was also the relatives of the two children after all.

The treasures around are dazzling, but Draenor can't make them play their due value in a short time, not to mention that the royal family is standing by his side, if he wantonly takes away the funeral goods as he imagined, he will definitely be treated as a villain.

There are still some practical problems, the tomb seems to have no other passages, and the surrounding area is dense and unventilated, although it can protect the body of the eldest king well, but it is obvious that it will eventually affect everyone's breathing over time.

He leaned lightly against the stone door, carefully searching for any mechanism that could open it, but from the moment the stone door closed it was as if it had become an intact wall, there was no trace of it, let alone any suspicious mechanism.

Finding a way to make a hole in the wall might allow the petite Vickyri to get out first, but it's unclear if the tomb robbers in the vault have left. At the moment, these down-and-out royal family members are in very bad health, and I am afraid that some people will faint before the tomb robbers leave.

Just as Draenor was thinking, someone suddenly shouted excitedly from across the wall.

"Hey! Hunting dog! Come and see what this is! ”

"No big or small thing, how many times have I said that you are not allowed to call me a hound! What exactly did you find? ”

It was the voices of two men, sounding with a comical accent. The footsteps of the two approached, and one of them seemed to have picked up something from the ground.

"Look at it! Is this a new discovery? ”

"Ah, what an eye-opener! Isn't this just a broken shoe?! ”

Everyone suddenly froze in place, and their eyes were fixed on the soles of Cooper's feet. Draenor had been dragging Cooper himself into the burial chamber, but had not noticed that the boot on his right foot had been left on the opposite side of the stone door.

"What? I feel sorry for those boots, too! That'......" Before Cooper could finish speaking, Vickyly covered his mouth.

It's too bad for the men to be blind, and when they see the camels parked near the pyramids, they'll think someone has come in. Coupled with the boot that fell outside, it was bound to raise suspicions about the environment around the secret room.

"It's not like regular shoes! It's so cold in the room, and the boots are still hot, I'm sure they weren't left by our people! ”

A man's voice came from across the wall again, followed by a violent knock.

"In my opinion, we have not found anything for so many days because we have not found any other clues. You see, there is an echo on this wall, and there must be something on the other side. ”

It was obvious that the other party had begun to suspect this wall, and Draenor was a little flustered, there was no place for everyone to hide nearby, except for the mountain of treasures, only the sarcophagus!

"Sarcophagus...... Yakov, Jeanne! Come help me! Draenor quickly stopped the two of them, reaching out and holding the stone slab at the top of the sarcophagus.

The coffin was probably five meters long, and the three of them had to work hard to finally remove a small slit on the top of the coffin. Draenor looked at the inside of the sarcophagus with half-open eyes, presumably the body of Anton the Great had long since dried up, but who would have expected that the coffin would be empty, and it seemed that it had never been used to hold any remains.

"This can't be, we're watching my uncle being put in a coffin!" Yelena looked at the empty sarcophagus, and her voice began to tremble.

"I don't have time to think about it so much, I'm afraid that even you will have to accompany the funeral!" Cooper's tone was still so strong that Draenor didn't have time to deal with him, so he quickly let the siblings hide inside the coffin with the four minions.

Just as Moran also flipped into the sarcophagus, Draenor suddenly stopped in place and said to the people in the sarcophagus, "Listen, there are only a few of you hidden here, if you really can't open the sarcophagus, turn into a werewolf like before, and open it!" Don't worry about the four of us. Moran, no matter what happens, you must find a way to get them out of here! ”

Draenor was just about to cover the sarcophagus when Moran suddenly reached out a hand and stuffed something into Draenor's pocket.

"This is a magnolia, be sure to take it with you, and tear off a petal if you need my help!"

Draenor nodded at Moran, and with Jeanne, returned the slate to its place.

The moment the two of them got up, the walls suddenly exploded into hot flames, and countless broken stones smashed towards the four of them. Draenor quickly pulled out his firearm and aimed it at the figure in front of him wrapped in thick fog.

Several dark-skinned men walked in with their noses covered, one of whom was so choked by the smoke that he could barely open his eyes, he looked like he was forty or fifty years old, with his elbow firmly pressed to his lips, and the other hand waved a cloth bag in front of him to drive away the smoke.

"Ahh Belch...... The smell of explosives makes me a little allergic! Well? Folks, it seems that we have an unexpected harvest today! ”

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