The long passage of the tomb was not dark, and as the four of them walked forward, magic torches lit up on either side, as if to welcome them.

There are no frescoes on the walls, but the various magical structures of the burial chamber are cleverly designed.

The tomb was wide and straight, the air was smooth, and the four of them walked cautiously for a long time, and there were no traps, dangers, or terrifying monsters for the four of them. I just feel that the road is unimpeded, and it seems indescribably weird.

Obviously, there was no danger along the way, but this strange safety made the faces of the three girls in the adventure group gradually show a look of fear and fear, and their steps became more and more cautious.

"It's so strange, this purpose, there is no danger, there are no treasures, and the scale of this cemetery is still so big. Or we'll go back and get it. ”

When it came to the outreach, even Maggie, who was full of confidence at the beginning, couldn't stand the silence and retreated.

"I also think I can go, this place is so weird."

Talia nodded ugly.

Amy exhaled and said, "This purpose is like welcoming someone else, this feeling is too dangerous, and I think it's better to go back." ”

An Ling stopped and said with a smile: "Don't be so surprised, isn't it a good thing that we haven't encountered danger, I feel that we are all about to arrive at the main tomb, and it is strange to give up at this time, right?" ”

"Don't think so much, look at me, don't I have nothing to do?"

When the three girls saw An Ling's face as usual, the uneasiness in their hearts faded a lot, their faces were a lot soothed, and they didn't say anything, and continued to walk with An Ling.

It didn't take long for the group to come to a suspended main burial chamber.

The main burial chamber was a large stone slab suspended in the air with its face hollowed out on all sides, and below it was a large pit with countless pale skeletons piled up.

The large stone slab resembles a huge altar, with a huge and heavy black sarcophagus in the middle, and two huge sculptures on either side, as if singing the praises of something.

Countless soul flames swirled and flew in the air, and the rich aura of death magic condensed into a trace of mist.

Maggie let out a painful cry, turned off the magic perception of the red in her eyes, and said in a deep voice: "This is not an ordinary cemetery, at this time, a sacrifice ground for the undead!" ”

"What?"

Maggie and Amy were shocked at the same time, holding up their long swords and rifles and looking around nervously.

However, nothing happened, everything was still silent, and there was no dangerous accident.

An Ling walked up to a stone tablet, patted the dust on the stone tablet, and shouted, "Hey, there is a stone tablet here, and there are words written on it." ”

Maggie opened her eyes, saw that the back road was not broken, and saw that there was no danger ahead, so she breathed a sigh of relief and walked slowly towards An Ling.

"What a stone tablet, I'll take a look."

She leaned over to look at the words on the stele and read it.

"This is a kind of dark script on the west side of the continent that is no longer commonly used, and it reads...... Here is buried the founding monarch of the Pena Kingdom, the great Rafort I. I don't blame you for disturbing my sleep, but if you will open the coffin and wake me up. I will promise you untold power and wealth. ”

After reading the contents of the stone tablet, Ma Qi's face turned cold, and he got up directly and turned around and said, "Let's go back immediately, this is the evil spirit sacrifice ground, and there will be no treasures." ”

Her voice was resolute, and there was no room for rejection.

"Anling, let's go."

Amy screamed and turned to follow Maggie.

Talia also waved her hand at An Ling.

"Let's go, let's go, I've long felt that something is wrong with this place."

The three of them walked resolutely, they were all experienced adventurers, they knew where they had to leave immediately, and they couldn't linger for half a minute.

An Ling looked at their departing figures, and did not try to use words to hold back, but recited a dark spell that he had just learned in an inscrutable voice.

Magic. Black Dreams

The invisible waves spread, and the three girls were enveloped by a shadow in unison, and fell to the ground and fell into a deep sleep. 2

"Enjoy the nightmare first, thank you for walking with me here."

An Ling picked them up one by one and placed them outside the door of the tomb.

He only used a little bit of strength in his extreme gentleness just now, so the three girls would only have an ordinary nightmare under the influence of magic, dreaming of some past that they were unwilling to look back on, and there would be no other damage.

After placing the three girls, An Ling returned to the main burial chamber with a smile, and slowly pushed the huge black sarcophagus coffin away with his hands with his strength.

This process seemed to touch some magical consciousness, countless lines lit up around it, the soul cried, and the extremely large necromantic magic power gathered into the coffin, as if it was giving birth to some powerful and terrifying life.

An Ling was pleased with this, and increased his strength to push the coffin open.

Eventually, the coffin was fully opened, and a huge ghost of the king, dressed in a tattered king's gown and crown, slowly floated and opened his eyes.

However, after this powerful ghost opened its eyes and regained consciousness, it did not make any arrogant declarations or sighs, but rushed towards the top of the mountain wall in an instant like a dog.

"Confinement."

An Ling whispered and unleashed a dark spell. Soul Black Prison. This small magic, which could only imprison an ordinary soul, now covered the entire tomb, making the king's ghost dizzy.

"Don't go, let's talk."

An Ling sat down in one place and beckoned to the huge king ghost above who was covered in necromantic black gas.

A look of despair flashed on the king's ghost's face, and he slowly floated downward, came to An Ling, and bowed to An Ling in the most respectful and humble manner.

"O great abyssal being, please spare me who has just been resurrected."

"Don't worry, let's chat first."

An Ling waved his hand casually and asked with a smile: "You can be completely resurrected as a necromancy, it's not easy to do this." Where did that strange dark power in your coffin come from? ”

The king ghost straightened up and confessed to An Ling with a well-behaved face: "Everything comes from the gift of the great king of death, I am a believer in the king of death, and the dark eternal power is given to me by the great Him. ”

"Huh? Are you a believer in the King of the Dead? ”

A hint of surprise flashed in An Ling's eyes.

"Aren't you a founding king? How can one believe in the King of the Abyss? Would the transcendent forces of the mortal world allow a king like you to exist? ”

The King Ghost bowed his head and replied, "It was in my old age that I offered my soul's allegiance and faith to the Great King of Death, and soon afterward, I died of my own accord in this secret cemetery. ”

"Because of the fear of death, for the sake of being reborn now? Right?"

"Yes." 1