"Looks like all the people in the Lev family are here. Berdwin muttered.

"They're not human. Gülen said.

The thieves felt that they had been fighting the undead or golems for a hundred years, and he felt so exhausted that even with the elven potions, he felt that he would turn into a pile of crimson sand and go away with the wind at any moment - but even if the druids hadn't made the decision to pursue the last skeleton, they wouldn't be able to lie down and rest in peace, unless they wanted to sleep completely. No, knowing that there is a necromancer here, they may not even be able to get a final sleep...... Some people may think that Gülen has an advantage in this matter, but Gülen is not sure if his peculiarity is discovered, whether he will be put in a glass jar and become the most proud collection and test object of the gray robe, it is said that many gray robes have become necromancer mages in order to be able to pursue the mystery and truth of magic deeply and for a long time, and he does not want to know if this "black lef" is one of the more special ones.

The "people" that Baldwin spoke of were tall skeletons, and even though they were now gone, they could still be seen to be strong and fierce, each skeleton was covered with leather armor, or chain mail, and the armor that was supposed to rot and rust was unexpectedly new and complete, and their weapons reflected the blue flames in the skeleton's hollow eye sockets, flashing with a chilling and strange light. Perrant put his hands on the ground and chanted a mantra, the stone floor and walls of the mausoleum rattled, and thorns emerged from the cracks in the stone slabs, twisting and growing at the command of the druid, not only creating a strong life barrier between the skeletons and them, but also rushing towards the feet of the white bones that were left behind, trying to pull the warriors who should have rested long ago and fall. Unfortunately, these skeletons are not only more powerful than the skeletons encountered by previous adventurers, but they are also more agile, they even know how to let their broadsword-wielding companions step forward first, cutting off unknown thorns, and those holding flail and hammer have summoned a group of skeletons of house rats in a way that humans cannot recognize, the skeletons of house rats have long since rotted, but just like human skeletons, they still retain the ability to bite everything, and they still carry the plague on their teeth that can make any life suffer from disease, and only for a moment, the thorns that entwined Lev's ancestors helplessly retreated。

"The vitality here is too weak. Perrante said.

The lich shook his head, of course, how could a place where a powerful necromancer live be alive, maybe some people would be confused by those exuberant green grass and house rats, but for a lich, this can only be said to be a little trick to mock the layman- These green grass and house mice are deliberately raised by the gray robe, just to cover the surrounding vegetation and creatures because of long-term immersion in negative energy and forced to wither and die a clear sign, but this camouflage is not real after all, maybe Perrante was aware of it when he talked to the house mouse, after all, although the house mouse is omnivorous, but the staple diet of the human body or the staple diet of human feces are two completely different possibilities - Experienced herders would not even let their cattle and sheep graze on the plains after a terrible battle, and the seemingly delicious and lush grass grew on human flesh and blood, and some herders believed that eating this grass would go crazy, with red eyes and sharp teeth, and would eat young animals and their owners when they were hungry...... Although this phenomenon is very rare, it is an indisputable fact that these cattle and sheep attract more herds of goblins than ordinary livestock.

Thankfully, Lev's family hasn't been around for a long time, perhaps because of the already chaotic relationships in the area. There were only twelve skeleton knights who could crawl out of the sarcophagus and stand up, they had already dealt with the difficult vines, and the blue flames jumping in their eyes were surging like they could break out of the dark eye sockets, not only could not make people feel warm, but would make people feel cold, Berdwin had already roared and rushed out, his new arm had turned from a broadsword to a single-edged axe, the axe was as big as a giant's head, and in a single stroke it slashed a skeleton knight from his left shoulder to his right hipbone, and while it was still trying to struggle to connect itself together, Berdwin flipped his arm and struck the top of the axe evenly and forcefully eleven or two times in successionuntil the skeleton was smashed to pieces— And before that, one of the skeleton knights closest to him angrily opened his tongueless mouth and rushed towards him brandishing a steel flail, but it was facing a woman, well, a woman whose face was more similar to that of a young knight, there was no fear in her eyes, and in her hand she also brandished a broad sword that stood up from her forehead all the way to the ground, and the broadsword and the flail struck each other with a sonorous sound that resounded throughout the mausoleum, and the skeleton knight straightened its neck bone, I don't know whether it was a sign of admiration or surprise, but neither of them did mean that it would be merciful, but the strength shown by this female warrior is no worse than that of this undead creature, and although the skills are a little rusty, the skeleton knight is not so delicate. Lev's family was not one of those families who had passed down titles and armor for thousands of years, and their genealogy was pitifully short and unlucky, and certainly they could not find the brilliant men who had been recited by the bards to teach their children, and even their masters were just vulgar men, and the children were sent to the castle of that one, and they were only involved in such foolish things as eating, drinking, and plundering except for spending some gold coins in vain, and they had neither learned to write nor read, and the only thing worthy of praise was the training of cruelty and violent martial arts。

And Leona is fortunate to continue to be taught by the old king and several courtiers he trusts, thanks to the highland Norman, this country does not like some small southern countries like the beauty of too fragile women, although they also love charming faces and elegant postures, but they believe that only strong women can give birth to healthy children, so Norman women can also ride horses, go out, practice martial arts or play around, as the first heir of the country, Leona is even more regarded by the king as a male to be raised, and has innate strength, her weakness is the lack of actual combat experience, but she has Bedwinand the knights who were loyal to them, and when they had free time, they were not afraid to practice with Leona for a while - if there was any absolute disadvantage, it was the first time that the Norman princess of the Highlands had fought against a skeleton, and if she was facing a man, of course she knew where his fatality was, but skeletons were originally full of holes. However, she quickly remembered some of the tricks that Baldwin had taught her, such as that when facing an enemy who is taller than you and has extra solid flesh, you have to do not blindly stab his body again and again, especially his chest, although the heart is there, there are still thick muscles and hard ribs, but there are some places where muscles cannot grow anyway, such as the joints and many of the key parts of the male. Skeletons have no muscles and are missing some vital organs, but they still follow human rules when they move, which means that their bones do not reverse or change direction suddenly, and Leona can see that the bones connect with each other with a black-gray fascia.

She had learned from Baldwin trying to cut off the bones, but the skeleton knight's upper body was covered in fine chain mail instead of leather armor, and the bones would heal quickly if they were hit and left cracks.

If there was anything else that inspired the princess uniquely, it was how the spellcasters had dealt with that stupid fellow, who turned her weapons like a maiden spinning a daisy, and was not confronted by the Skeleton Knight, who never lacked power - and though she wielded a heavy broadsword, it was as elusive and difficult to deal with as a rapier After it finally hit the junction of the ulna and humerus twice, the bones in that place began to loosen, and after a powerful blow suddenly fell in its entirety, and with the falling flail even shattered a little finger bone, the Skeleton Knight looked at it suspiciously, as if he didn't quite understand how he had been robbed of an arm, and when it lifted the shield to try to fend off the attack, the shield also fell from its eyes (if we can say so), of course, if given time, the bones would still coalesce and return to their places, like the gargoyles, but Leona was not one of those stupid benevolent peopleShe strode forward, leaned over to lift her shield, and lifted it upwards with all her might, just as she struck the skull back with a cold breath, and at the same time, her broadsword severed the place where its hip bone joined its femur, and in a scream that could not be heard by humans, the skeleton knight fell on his back, and some fine bones fell to the ground, Leona did not hesitate to plunge the broadsword into its ribs, and then held the shield in both hands, imitating the appearance of Baldwin, and struck down a dozen or so times until the flames in the eye sockets were extinguished.

She gasped for a moment, only to realize that the air around her had become scorching, and the caster's flames circled through the small burial chamber like a dragon, splitting the skeleton knights, and those hit by the flames had even begun to burn, and a skeleton knight turned to look at her with a half-burned skull, but before Leona could lift the sword, a magical Mithril arrow flew out from behind her, shooting through the remaining half of the skull, and the poor undead simply fell.

Kerriben nodded to the princess and placed another arrow in his longbow, and as he found a target, he was disappointed to find that it had been pierced by a stalagmite that had suddenly risen from beneath the ground.

"Glenn!" said the lich, gesturing upwards.

"This is the last burst bolt, my master. The thief muttered, but he would never disobey the black-haired caster, and he pressed the last remaining fat bolt into the crossbow and aimed it at the low dome above, while his companions were rapidly retreating, and the burst bolts hit the dome, and after the explosion, large and small stones fell down in the dust, and the flames and the fine pieces of fluorite on the stone pillars were covered in dust, and the surroundings were suddenly plunged into a suffocating darkness. But then, a small delicate ball of light lit up, and they could see the slightly trembling mausoleum, and the few remaining skeleton knights were almost all buried in the rubble and tons of dirt above, and only two or three could still wrest their bones like crabs buried in the sand, and Berdwin stepped forward, although he had not caught crabs, but he had knocked on gophers and rabbits, and in a few clicks he had found the place that shimmered light, which was the skull's head, but when he smashed the last head, he heard a different sound, and then he fell sharply downward, and had it not been for a slender rope that grabbed his arm in time。

Hanging in the air, Berdwin spotted a tunnel, nearly vertical, from which wind gushed out, indicating that it was connected to other passages.

Perrant was not surprised by this, he knew the greed and desire of the gray robe for elves, since he was here, then he would never run away until the last moment, the druid glanced at the black-haired spellcaster beside him, the whistle made of the dragon's throat bone was hidden in the latter's neckline, this last moment may be delayed until the gray robe is completely destroyed, now Perrante's biggest concern is that they will face not a gray robe but a lich, the lich is transformed from the gray robe, but the concept of the two is completely different.

The thief took the rope back and coiled it around his waist, a rope he had hated deeply, but now he felt safe just touching it, especially in the darkness where even his eyes could not see clearly, but fortunately the elf quickly took out a fluorite, and the mage let it fly alone before everyone else, lest his precious companion be inexplicably broken.

"That guy built it?" Birdwin asked, "It's rough." "It's just a dirt wall and a bumpy surface, and there is a torch every hundred paces, but no one has taken it, unless they don't have fluorite, or the kind of torch that has poisonous thorns on the handle or an anesthetic in the fuel will not be of interest to anyone.

"Probably not," said Perrant, "this is Yongdao City, an underground city dug by humans to escape the war, they don't need to be very beautiful, as long as they are large enough and secretive enough." "But this is a very old building, probably discovered by Lev's ancestors during the excavation of the mausoleum, and then kept it as a back road. ”

"If the original builders had known that this had ended up being a grey-robed hideout, their expressions would have been wonderful. Gülen said. (To be continued.) )