"Zombie variant, this is the workshop used by necromancers to deal with dead bodies and evoke necromancers. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" The young priest was still mourning just now, and in the blink of an eye, the woman's huge gap was opened even more, revealing the complete magic circle on the shoulder blades.

"Young man, don't touch anything in the room, be careful of cursing. The priest snorted. Byron curtly put the "agate" in his hand back into the delicate wooden box, but his eyes kept looking at the gems in the box.

Sighing slightly, a purple halo appeared in the priest's hand, and with a slight wave, the surface of the long wooden table under the woman lit up, which was a simple six-pointed star array.

"Pine, be careful. ”

"It's okay, it's a negative energy absorption circle. The young priest grabbed a handful of fine salt from the bowl on the table and sprinkled it on the nodes of the circle, then he took out his dagger and made a few gaps in the circular lines recessed into the wooden table.

The priest turned around, saw Byron's dazed expression, and explained, "This is detection magic, and anything with magical power in the room will radiate a corresponding brilliance. ”

"In other words, you can take those gems, adventurer. Priest Pine straightened up and threw the chalcedony on the table towards Byron.

Stretching out his hand slightly, the gem that had just been dug up from the corpse landed on Byron's palm with a snap, and a sticky touch immediately came from his hand, it was not blood, but some unknown slime.

"Isn't chalcedony usually used to make magical items against the undead......?

"There are two sides to matter, young man. Items that can harm the undead do not necessarily protect them. The older priest said meaningfully.

Byron nodded casually, his greedy gaze turning to the box containing the gems. The older priest glanced at Pyne faintly, and the other shook his head imperceptibly.

"Young man, there is a long corridor ahead, watch out for the undead. ”

Byron put the gem in his backpack and took up his weapon. Priest Pine illuminated him behind him with a wind lamp, which was found in the embalming room, which the necromancer apparently used a lot in his work.

At the end of the long corridor was a small internal guard room, formerly garrisoned by followers of the Grim Reaper. Now, in each of the four corners of the room is a fine stone coffin, with intricate lines climbing up the bottom, and the coat of arms of the nobility at the top.

Byron immediately recognized it, it was Arnold's family coat of arms, but why was it here?

One last glance at the skeletons standing next to the coffin, he stepped back.

"Wait, there's a circle here, it's a mental alert!" Priest Pine half-crouched, then frowned and glanced at the motionless skeletons in the guard room—and Byron was within the cordon.

The two priests immediately pulled the dagger from their holsters and stared at Byron as if they were on the verge of a great enemy.

"What's wrong!" Byron looked at the two priests in front of him who suddenly turned their faces, and hesitated to take a few steps back.

"Whenever a creature enters a guarded area or comes into contact with a psychic alert, it emits a psychic signal as an alert. And that signal was enough to wake up the skeletons. Priest Pine shook the dagger in his hand. "The caster who created the circle can decide that a certain 'password' will not trigger the alarm. ”

"Passwords, passwords, I don't even know anything. And, are you sure the circle is intact?" Byron took a few steps back, the two priests were a little nervous, right?

Pine hesitated for a moment, then shook his head uncertainly.

"Isn't it okay to use magic detection to see?" Byron suggested in a flash of inspiration.

The older priest shook his head, "No, it will wake them up." ”

"Wait, you were right there with me just now, and if I told me the password, you'd be able to hear it. Byron took a few more steps back to lead the center of the room, where the black skeletons in armor were indeed motionless. According to common sense, they are talking here, and these skeletons should have been awakened a long time ago, and it seems that there is indeed some kind of magic circle operating here.

"Passwords can be anything, think about what's weird about you. ”

Byron took out the chalcedony as if he had been initiated.

"No, it won't be chalcedony. Pyne shook his head: "If this is a necromancer coming in and out alone, there is no need for him to set up such a circle at all, obviously this is for the convenience of his subordinates, the group of bullies." ”

The older priest nodded and said to Byron, "Young man, retreat into the corridor over there, and throw the cloak behind your back." ”

Byron licked the corners of his lips and retreated to the hallway on the other side of the room, then took off the cloak, took the hydration bag from his backpack and placed it on top of the cloak, wrapped it in a ball, and threw it over.

Priest Pine unfastened his cloak and tied it to himself, then attempted to step into the circle of psychic alarm. Sure enough, the soul fire of the four skeletons was always in a state of extinguishment.

All three of them came to the other side of the room, Byron silently took the cloak, and the atmosphere between them became silent.

Heads sufflid down the hallway, and a pit appeared in front of them.

"There is blood on the ground, be careful. The priest reminded.

Then they looked at the only "meat shield". Byron stiffened, held his shield, and cautiously approached the pit, and then froze.

On the sharp wooden stake at the bottom of the pit, two people were running.

Pyne saw Byron standing still, frowned, walked over, and glanced at the bottom of the pit: "It's Amos and his daughter." ”

The elder priest was slightly startled, why is that money fan here.

"I didn't expect him to be a thief, but it fits his character very well with the heart of money. Pyne shook his head and pulled out the packet of seeds, and a low prayer rang out in the temple again.

Byron grabbed a few seeds and threw them into the pit.

"Amos, Ariel. ”

"Young man, death is only one part of the natural cycle of life. The older priest looked at Byron with some sadness and comforted.

Byron nodded calmly, then walked around the pit and continued on his way.

"Ahead is the Faith Room, where those bullies are likely to live. ”

At the end of the hallway, on the steps, there was no door to the room of faith, and it was dim at this point. Byron breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that the bullies were still looking for him in the town.

Pyne lowered his voice and whispered, "They're probably sleeping, be careful." ”

"No, there's no one there. Byron affirmed.

"How do you know?"

Byron didn't answer, and hurried up the steps with his weapon in hand. Pyne snorted softly and followed with a wind lamp, and the soft light immediately illuminated the room.

Pine was a little taken aback by what happened in the room, with three bullies lying in different places, and a young guard slumped on the floor, looking like he was supposed to be dead. And the most terrifying thing is that in front of the closed double open door, only a bloody human form remains.

Byron walked between the two beds from memory, and sure enough, the crossbow lay quietly on the ground, and he woke up in a daze, remembering to get out of here quickly, and forgetting it for a while.

Priest Pine crouched on the ground to check on the cause of the bully's death, and as soon as he stood up, he was immediately startled to see Byron standing on the edge of the stone bed loading crossbow arrows.

"Be careful, young man, the crossbow is a very dangerous weapon, don't point it at your companions. The priest frowned deeply, there was such a sneaky weapon here.

Byron tried the crossbow, and sure enough, with the help of machinery, he hooked the bowstring and let him concentrate on aiming, but he couldn't even hit the gravel in the corner of the room.

Sure enough, it still took some practice, so Byron picked up the crossbow bolt, then took a piece of clothing from the bully's corpse, tied the crossbow, and hung it on his back.

The two priests looked at each other, and it seemed that Byron wanted to secretly hide the crossbow, but neither of them warned him, because there was no need for that.

Removing Sam's deformed body from the door, Byron opened the door, then glanced imperceptibly at the Angel of the Dead.

The oil lamp in the corridor outside the door had been extinguished, and Byron leaned against the hallway, waiting for the two priests to come out. He thought he would have to wait a long time. However, two priests came out after him.

Byron tilted his head slightly, it seemed that they had not prayed, he had already tentatively grabbed a handful just now, and there were still many seeds in their cloth bags.

Do they also feel that time is pressing?

Coming to the hall of the temple, the elder priest groped and pressed a few times on the round pillar, and after a clicking sound, the dark door behind the Grim Reaper slowly opened on the original relief.

It's no wonder that the necromancer has been staying here, and this door is clearly placed here, but it is overlooked.

Following the priest inside, there was still a dim corridor behind the door, and there were decorative artificial columns on the walls on both sides every 10 feet, and the temple turned out to be a symmetrical structure. However, what is more striking is that the floor of the bluestone bricks appears somewhat "clean".

"Young man, don't be in a hurry, give me your weapon. The old priest stopped Byron's steps, and then walked up to him and stretched out his hand.

"What's wrong?"

The priest stretched out his finger, let out a low sigh, and lightly swiped it on the scimitar, leaving a fingerprint of holy white brilliance, and then this halo dissolved as if it had dripped into water, dyeing the entire blade with the brilliance of holy white.

"Sanctify the weapon, I think you need him, young man. The priest smiled kindly and nodded at Byron, and drew the hammer from his waist.

Byron raised his eyebrows slightly, he turned out to be a battle priest?

It's hard to imagine an old man standing side by side with you with a hammer, especially when the other person is still unconsciously guiding Byron's pace.

The duration of the sanctification weapon was short, and the priests chose to unleash this magic at this time, indicating that they could be attacked at any time.

Byron tightened his grip on the scimitar, feeling a little nervous, and took a few steps.

The columns on either side of the front hallway vanished, leaving only the circular pedestal at the bottom, on which stood skeletons in steel armor.

The dim light of the oil lamps shone on their rusty armor, and the dry bone brush, which was wrapped in a thin layer of periosteum, opened their eyes, and the two pairs of protruding eyeballs turned slightly, and the whites of their bloodshot eyes stared at the three of them fixedly.