Chapter 42: The Undead and the Little Devil Dung

"No heartbeat?" you mean......" Mihart said again.

"The undead, and the undead who are not controlled by magicians," Aninotes confirmed Mihart's suspicions, pointing to the "rodent" in his hand and smiling, "Like vampires, they are afraid of silver. Well, to be precise, it's silverware that can do devastating damage to them. Because they don't have any emotion, and they are less likely to generate fear. ”

Sure enough, it's an undead.

On his way to White City with his father, Mihart witnessed the duel between Dalaniel and Saldak. Soldaq is a mage mastered in the Forbidden Necromantic Spell, summoning a staggering number of undead legions in battle.

And in the battle with the vampire baroness Anna, Mishat has accumulated experience in fighting the undead in person, and the opposing necromantic warriors and skeleton warriors have fallen under his own sword.

So without thinking, Michart summed up a conclusion that he regretted later-the battle mode and strength of the undead creatures were nothing more than that.

"That's fine, let's go all the way. Michardt made his thoughts brief but clear, but was immediately opposed by Aninotes.

"No! I've already told you, they're undead who can't be manipulated by magicians. Do you understand what that means?" reproached the little magician.

"Shouldn't the undead who are not controlled by the magicians be easier to deal with without the control and assistance of the magicians?" retorted Mihart disapprovingly.

"Yourianos above, forgive this ignorant soul!" Aninotes sighed and continued, "Where, when, and in what book did you read about the undead when they are out of the control of magic?" ”

"Well, it's not something I read about in a book. This is what I deduced myself based on common sense. Mishart scratched his head, sensing in the little magician's tone that there might be something wrong with his guess.

"Of course, for no magician who knows about the undead can utter such a ridiculous statement. Mishat, please put your own imaginations on the shelf for a while, and listen to me. The illusion magic I excel at is useless against the undead, because these dead souls and cold bones have no thoughts or emotions for me to disturb or hearts and emotions for me to manipulate. In front of them, you, with your silver weapons, are undoubtedly the most powerful fighting power. If you don't take it seriously, we're all likely going to lose our lives due to your negligence, you know?"

Admittedly, Aninotes's words make sense.

Mikhat nodded solemnly and motioned for the little magician to continue.

"The reason why these undead are not controlled by magic can only be because there is a huge source of energy hidden in this ancient tomb that is far beyond the scope of my perception, so that these resentful souls can return to their original bodies before entering the soul stone tomb, or continue to exist in the world in the form of spirits. The undead that a magician can enslave are nothing compared to this form of undead, and they are not even 'undead' in the true sense of the word, but just bone puppets manipulated by magical energy. ”

"And what is so special about them that deserves our caution?" said Arison the question he was about to blurt out.

Agnosis's eyes, in the flickering light of the glittering mushrooms, reflected the unique knowledge and intelligence of the magician: "First of all, these undead have existed far longer than we can imagine. 100 years, 200 years, maybe even a thousand years! In such a long time, they have been exposed to the energy contained in the ancient tomb, and their strength has naturally increased to a greater or lesser extent, and some resentful undead may be absorbing this huge energy all the time, and over time, how powerful has it become?"

When Mihart and Ellison heard this, they immediately gasped in unison. Luckily, the stench in the air wasn't as strong as it used to be, otherwise they might have vomited right away.

The reaction of the two was expected by Aninotes, who continued unhurriedly: "Secondly, the number of these undead is also unknown, and our rash progress is tantamount to throwing two pieces of fishy rotten flesh in a morgue full of flies!"

"But are we just standing here stupidly doing nothing?" asked Mihart.

Being in an ancient tomb is definitely not a pleasant thing.

Michart was sure that in one of the cells behind him, there must have been a corpse gnawed by maggots, otherwise the stench in the air would not be so strong.

Moreover, the temperature here is at least ten degrees cooler than that in Baiman City! Mihat's sweaty back after the battle has almost reached the point of freezing over time!

In fact, Aninotes, who was physically weak, had long been shivering from the cold. Just before he could explain the undead, he had already wrapped his hands around his body and curled up tightly.

"Do you think I don't want to go? I'm going to freeze to death!" cried the little magician.

"Brother Aninotes, here you are," Arison had already taken off his fox fur coat at some point and handed it to Aninotes, "Brother is delicate and frail, and he needs the warmth of this leather coat more than Arisen." ”

Mihart saw it in his eyes and smiled without saying a word.

The little magician was stunned for a moment, and quickly excused himself: "I appreciate Ai Lisen's kindness, but this dress is the first gift from me and Mihat, and since it was given to you, there is no reason to take it back." Put it on!"

"I didn't mean to refuse my brother's gift, I just lent it to my brother for the time being. The little thief stood by his opinion.

"Okay, okay, I can't wear it. Put it on, or you'll freeze for a while!" Aninotes deliberately feigned impatience, but his strange expression betrayed his true thoughts.

Ai Lisen saw it in his eyes, how could he not understand that he was so smart and clever that he would not accept his help even if his teeth were so cold that he would not accept his help!

Mihat's heart moved, and he understood the reason, but he didn't say anything, and brought the conversation back to the topic: "This time I will take the lead, and Aninotes will break off. I hope your attainments in source magic are not too much worse than illusion magic. As for Ellisen, you're between the two of us, helping us keep an eye on the blind spots, okay?"

Agnites nodded.

Arison hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Aninotes lit up the previously shattered magical gems, leaving them floating left and right in the darkness that had fled away. The three of them lined up in the planned formation, followed the swirling stone steps, and walked one by one towards the inevitable fierce battle.

Suddenly, Aninotes bent down, plucked a few dark red mushrooms from the gap in the stone steps, and exclaimed in surprise: "Julianos is on top! Look what I found! Ten years of 'little devil dung'! Now I'm not afraid of the cold!"

Mihart turned around and saw the little magician pinching a 'little devil dung', hastily wiping the dust from it, throwing it into his mouth, chewing it a few times, and swallowing it.

Mihart had read about "Little Devil Dung" in a book, and although its name was a little unpleasant, it was an extremely rare alchemical material. It usually grows in cold and snowy areas, but because of its dark red semi-liquid mass and unpleasant smell after crushing, it is named "little devil dung". However, its effects are abundant and powerful - increasing frost resistance, resisting destructive magic, and stimulating the regeneration of magical energy.

Although the effect of Aninotes' direct consumption was greatly reduced compared to crushing it and carefully refining it with a still and then taking it into an alchemy potion, the little magician also felt that he was lucky enough to be protected by Julianos in such a situation.

"Let's go, no matter how powerful they are, even if we can't get out today, let's do a big job!" said Aninotes with a frown, suffering from the bad smell of "little devil dung".

Hearing this, Mihart was shocked, and suddenly felt a trace of grandeur that even he was not easy to perceive.

Is it true that we can't get out?

No.

I'm going to have to take them out there!

Looking at the staring eyes of Aninotes and Arisen, Mishart muttered to himself, and his eyes burned to the bewildering passage of the tomb above the stone steps.

After climbing the stone steps, the three of them clearly felt that the air around them had become a little colder again.

"Why would a vampire choose such a cold tomb as his territory? it's dirty, dangerous, cold, and smelly!" said Ellison suddenly.

As he walked slowly, Mihart replied, "Eyson, if you think about it carefully, it is not difficult to draw conclusions. Vampires are afraid of fire, hate sunlight, and certainly don't choose to live in broad daylight, and we can't measure the living environment that vampires love by the human mind. Besides, the undead in the tomb have also become a huge force against the invaders in disguise. ”

Edsen thought for a moment and nodded.

In front of it is a criss-cross passage of tombs, about two meters high, connecting one burial chamber after another of different sizes.

The scale of the tomb is very large, because the left and right sides of the passage of the tomb are buried in the stone wall of the tomb platform, neatly arranged, I don't know where it extends, giving people great oppression.

The funeral urns, standing or lying down, were scattered at the feet of the three people, and they carefully watched their feet, for fear of kicking these fragile burial urns, making the slightest noise, and alarming the lurking darkness.

Still, darkness was intent on devouring them.

"Mihart, there's something coming... They're coming!" Aninotes exclaimed suddenly.

Mishart immediately stopped his steps, and the "Rodent" reflected a deadly silver light under the light of the magic magic, like the radiance of a hungry monster feasting.