Chapter 2230: Warrior Legacy (4)

"Wow!" Thankfully, Arthur was careful to guard against possible mechanisms when he opened the door, and fortunately there was enough light around him under the light between the Seraphs for him to see the wind and grass, otherwise he might not have been able to dodge this oncoming surprise attack.

However, he turned his head with agility, barely avoiding the hidden weapon shot at his face.

The first sneak attack was avoided, and Arthur was afraid of a second sneak attack, so he took a step back and stayed away from the door first.

However, there was no follow-up to that "sneak attack". The thing that had rubbed past the blonde boy's face fell to the ground with a thud, and the dull sound seemed to indicate that it was not metal.

Arthur continued to take a few steps back, and only then did he set his eyes on the "hidden weapon" just now. After seeing it clearly, he realized that it was not actually a secret weapon, but a ------

A creature?

The little thing, like a sparrow, but maybe even smaller than a sparrow, anyway it was some kind of bird. But its fiery red feathers and indigo metallic feet and beak didn't look like the usual birds.

"Squeak!" It turned out that the little guy wanted to pounce on Arthur's face (why?), but he fell to the ground, and the fall was so bad that his dignity as a bird was gone. So it was now squeaking at Arthur and Bediwell, and was still jumping around on the ground.

"What's the matter...... Arthur looked at the bird, not knowing what to do with it.

"It may be a dangerous monster in the grave of the warriors, just pretending to be weak and good to deceive us. Bediwell leaned in to observe the little bird closely, sniffing and sniffing: "But this little thing looks like ...... Maomao?"

Mao Mao is a mysterious unknown bird brought back by Palamides from the Grand Canyon of East Africa, because it is an unknown species, and has now been handed over to Great Britain for protection. The name was given by Bedeville, and that was the name used when logging into the profile.

Although it is several laps smaller than Maomao, this fiery red bird (chick?) does look a bit similar to Maomao.

"I see, when you reminded me like this, I also think it does look like Maomao. The Knight King snorted, "It may be a bird of the same species." What's the matter with its familiar appearance?"

While Arthur and Bedwell were talking, the bird had jumped over the head of the great white wolf with joy, and then seemed to have made a nest there, crouching and refusing to come down.

"Hey, come down, you impudent fellow!" the big white wolf shook his head in displeasure, trying to get rid of the little bird. However, the little thing thought that Bediwell was playing with it, and instead grabbed the wolf fur on the top of Bediwell's head more tightly with its little feet, and at the same time flapped the little wings to maintain its balance, just to prevent itself from being thrown off the top of Bediwell's head.

"Ha, ha, ha...... It's so stubborn...... The big white wolf shook off for a long time and still had no results, so he gave up first: "Arthur, you can help!"

"No...... Arthur, who had been holding back his laughter, joked, "Just let it stay on your head, it's pretty cute." ＂

"Are you serious?!"

"It doesn't seem to be a dangerous creature, and it should have been hostile if it wanted to attack us. And yet it didn't. I think it's just an ordinary bird that strayed into the Warrior's Grave and couldn't find its way out. Let's just let this little thing come along, maybe it will bring us good luck?"

Bediwell muttered a few curses, but Arthur didn't understand what the white wolf was scolding, and he wasn't interested in understanding it. This time he was more cautious, walking to the door and pushing it with the blade of the sword between the Seraphs (actually the scabbard). The door of the marvelous material creaked open, revealing a deep hallway outside.

"It doesn't look like a trap. Arthur looked out the door, "Let's go." ＂

"Where are you going?"

"I'd like to ask you about that. Arthur said, "Anyway, try to find the way to the underground labyrinth of this warrior's grave." That is, to go down. Also be careful to avoid dangerous traps. ＂

"I'll try to do that, but I won't guarantee anything. The great white wolf sniffed. He still remembered that when they were young, they broke into the Warrior's Grave to obtain the King's Sword, one relying on Bedeville's nose and the other relying on Evan's Eagle Eye, which had an advantage in both smell and sight before they made steady progress, and finally broke through the underground labyrinth of the former Warrior's Grave to reach the location of the King's Sword. Even then, they choked enough to break through the level, and several times they were almost killed by traps.

Now only Bediville was in charge of leading the way, and it was not enough for him to judge whether the road ahead was dangerous or not by his sense of smell. The shortcomings can only be compensated for by the skills of Bedwell and Arthur themselves. Of course, after countless experiences, Bedeville is no longer the clumsy werewolf boy he used to be, and Arthur is certainly not the little imp who was still very rusty in combat skills back then------ even if he still looks like a little imp now.

Illuminated by the light of the Seraph's Sword, the inner structure of the upper layer of the Warrior's Tomb revealed before the eyes of the two. Bediwell was also an eye-opener this time, I really didn't expect the decoration of the upper floor of the Warrior's Tomb to be so magnificent------ it was just a corridor, and the beams around it were also finely carved, and some of the beams were faintly gilded, carved with some abstract shapes, but so complex that it was difficult to describe, and the geometric symmetry was very high. It seems that the building itself is not only protected by "memory concrete" on the outside and can be recovered from a certain degree of damage, but even its interior has the same self-healing ability, so after so many years, the interior of the warrior's tomb still maintains its original magnificence, which is like a palace. It is not the weathering effect that has accumulated over the years that affects those gilt carvings, but the salt. The salt of the tide seeped into the interior of the palace-like building, obscuring some of the carved ornaments on the ceiling.

If someone had carefully cleaned this place with tools and removed all the dirt such as salt flowers and dust that had occupied the carvings, maybe this "warrior palace" that has been standing for millions of years will be completely new, as if it had just been built yesterday!

"The palace...... was this a place to live before?" snorted the Knight King.

Although this is a very bold idea, it should be said that it is unreasonable to assume otherwise. With such a magnificent decoration and such a beautiful arrangement, wouldn't it be a great waste if this palace-like building could not be inhabited?

But now the palace is empty, and it has become a place for greedy adventurers. The countless deaths attracted countless deadly demon spirits. Whenever I think of this, I can't help but feel embarrassed.

There were no mechanisms in the wide hallway, but the further you went, the more branched out, and the hallway was neatly lined with countless doors, and there seemed to be something behind them.

"Not over there. Arthur was about to move forward when Bedeville suddenly spoke. There was a faint smell of blood on the road ahead that made him uneasy, and there were quite a few alternating old and new smells, proving that many people had died there, and I was afraid that there was some kind of terrifying killing mechanism on the road.

Arthur then followed the great white wolf and walked down another path.

"It's a palace for people, but it's full of deadly traps. He spat casually.

"It's because it's a people's palace that it's full of deadly traps. Bediwell, however, said: "It is only normal that a thief from outside would die under the palace's defenses where the lawful occupants could pass unimpeded." ＂

"Squeak!" echoed the bird that had nested above the head of the great white wolf.

"Shut up. Dump you. Bediwell snorted disapprovingly.

"Squeak...... "The little bird coaxed.

"Yes. Arthur couldn't help but laugh and replied, "But the density of traps is not as high as the underground labyrinth of the graves of the warriors of our world. It should be said that we have only found that there is a trap on the road ahead, which is rare. ＂

"Maybe the further down the floor, the denser the trap becomes. The big white wolf had already smelled the stronger smell of the tide, and he was almost sure that there was a staircase going down in front of him: "Go this way." ＂

"You've got a pretty reliable nose. Arthur moved his legs.

"Wait, stand still. Bediwell exclaimed suddenly.

"Huh?"

"Just stand and wait. The Great White Wolf emphasized.

Arthur stood silently, but nothing happened.

"Bedi...... ＂

"Be patient and wait. Bediville insisted.

The Knight King continued to stand still, and waited for a full minute. He was starting to get a little impatient.

"Bedi, this ------"

The hallway in front of them suddenly triggered some kind of trap, and thousands of spears stabbed from the walls, floors, and ceilings together, enough to tie the people traveling down the corridor into a hornet's nest. And because the spears are stabbed from every direction at the same time, there is no place to hide in the entire corridor. If any unlucky ghost walked down such a corridor, he would surely die.

"What a vicious mechanism. Arthur scolded, "But how did you find out?"

"There's a faint sound of triggering the mechanism on the floor you just stepped on, but I didn't smell any blood in our position, not at all, which proves that our position is still safe. Thirty yards ahead, there was a faint smell of blood. This is presumably a delayed mechanism designed to trap adventurers who think they are careful. ＂

If anyone who doesn't know what they think is "safe" after stepping on the mechanism and slowly explores it at a speed that they think is "safe", the mechanism that has been delayed in front of them will simply trap the adventurer in it and simply kill them. It's just that's insidious.

"But I didn't see the body. Where are the bodies?" Arthur asked.

After the overwhelming spear mechanism was activated, a large area of ground in front of it suddenly opened, throwing everything there into a deep pit below with no bottom in sight.

I see, even the means to clean up the corpses are ready.

The whole trap was launched in a few tens of seconds, but how many people died in those tens of seconds? God knows. The floor opened and closed, and the countless spears had long since retreated, hidden in the completely invisible grooves on the ceiling of the wall floor, and could not be found without looking closely.

"Let's go. If you move on, you have to be more careful. Bedivel said, and then began to take a step forward.