Chapter 127: A Fat Tiger Comes Out of the Tomb Robber
After the fool-like operation button was dimmed, I saw the barrier at the entrance of the cave flicker red, and then dissipated into the air, and the ancient magic runes above the cave entrance also lost their red energy circulation light.
It's such a hole that can be opened casually, and it took thirteen days to darken, and I don't know whether to say that his IQ is too high, thinking too much, or that his IQ is too low, I can't think of it.
Gloomy thumping his head in annoyance, he should have thought that the upper floor had clearly told him that the owner of the ice room was very fond of this kind of trick trick, and he was taken by surprise. It's a pity that Di has never thought of this, otherwise where would there be so much!
"Dark, dark, you are simply a pig's head of the devil!" At the thought of the incantation, a small flame floated from his fingertips, illuminating the somewhat dim opening.
Although the talent magic is shadow magic, this kind of beginner spell, which can be released by anyone with a little magical talent, is also very easy to release.
"Just let me see what secret there is in this place that has trapped me for so long!" said Gloomily and fiercely, with no lack of revenge.
He didn't have any affection for the place where he had been trapped for thirteen days. If it weren't for this, I'm afraid he would have arrived at Victoria Harbor by now.
Walking into the ice cave, the faint flames of the fingertips barely illuminated the place, and there was not a single decoration on those walls, just crystal clear ice, and in the middle of this ice cave, a narrow ice coffin was lying there.
That's right, this is really a mausoleum.
"Mausoleum. Is it so simple, there are no funeral goods at two points?" looked at the empty mausoleum except for the coffin, and rolled his eyes speechlessly.
His current behavior is almost equivalent to tomb robbing, and the grave robbers want to see the gold and silver treasures of the mausoleum, not the poor coffin without a single chicken feather.
The so-called is in its position, seeking its government. Since the current act has been equated with tomb robbing, Na Di decided to carry out the great cause of tomb robbing, and today he will really be a serious tomb robber, and the first professional spirit must be naturally necessary, that is, to enter the mausoleum, you must get something.
One does not do two endlessly. Since there was nothing in the burial chamber, there might be something in the coffin. Di simply pushed the lid of the coffin open.
The situation inside the coffin disappointed him again.
It was an empty coffin, empty, without even a single bone!
"If you don't put anything in the tomb, forget it, there is nothing in the coffin, not even a corpse!
There seemed to be nothing left in this tomb, but he still had eleven burial chambers to see, and he couldn't believe that the remaining eleven burial chambers would be like this burial chamber, empty and not even a bone stick for him.
If there was nothing in the other tombs like this, then what could he take out with him? Could it be that he had to dig a piece of ice from the ground or from the coffin?
Unbelieving, he left the first chamber and went to the second chamber instead.
The second chamber, like the first, has nothing.
Room 3...... Nothing.
Room 4...... Still nothing.
Room 5...... Or nothing!
Rooms 6, 7 and 8...... No!
ninth, tenth, eleventh ...... There wasn't even a bit of dust, and those cold and clean ones could show the shadow of people.
Looking at his own reflection on the ground, he stomped his feet and walked out of the tomb.
The last chamber, the twelfth chamber.
"Finally, if there's nothing in here, I'll really dig a piece of ice from the coffin and take it away!" said to the outside of the tomb with two long turbid breaths.
He had already made up his mind that if there was nothing left in this burial chamber, he would actually chisel a piece of ice from the ice coffin and take it away as trophies. Trapped in this ghost place for thirteen days, he must not walk out of here empty-handed!
Stabilizing his mind, he pressed his palm on the faint palm print button next to the door of the tomb.
Airplanes!
As a strange voice sounded, a hint of joy appeared on his face. He hadn't heard this sound before when he had opened the first eleven burial chambers, did the sound now mean that there was something good in it?
The magical runes above the door of the tomb gradually lost their color, and the invisible barrier appeared from the air, flickering twice before disappearing again.
"Ha, I'm here. He rubbed his palms, lit a small flame, and walked into the tomb.
The facts tell us that when you are full of joy, there will always be something unexpected that happens.
"Wow! I'm out!" a huge ball of flesh burst out of the chamber and slammed into the air.
"I'll go!" called out to him, and then he went.
Rumble!
The big ball of meat slammed into the ice wall, and the 10,000-year-old ice, which was as hard as fine iron, actually cracked like a spider's web under such a huge impact.
Rao is dark has a demonic physique, and being hit like this is also a gold star in his eyes.
"Huh, I think I've hit something?" the huge ball of flesh made the sound of an urn.
"Is that what you did to the savior who let you out of there?" Dim barely managed to find a gap between the ball of flesh and the wall so that he could speak, but the voice was as muffled as if it were in the water.
When the lungs are pressed by a huge force, people can't actually speak.
"Huh?" When the meat ball heard this, he was very surprised, and quickly let go of the gloom and said, "Boss, I'm really sorry, the fat tiger didn't mean it!"
"Fat Tiger?" Hearing the name vaguely, he couldn't help but think in his heart: "I'll go, could it be that the master robbed the tomb for the first time, and stole a living person from it?"
After a while, he came to his senses in a daze. He looked up, and the first thing he saw was a big fat man with a huge chicken nest on his head.
The big fat man had yellow hair on his head, he was wearing a dress that I don't know when, and two long narrow knives hung from his waist.
It was strange for such a large man to use these two long knives, which were almost like toys to him.
These two long knives are indeed very long for an ordinary person, but they are like two short rods for his body.
Such a clumsy fat man must have amazing strength. Don't use heavy weapons such as war hammers, but use long knives?