The Forest Mausoleum is a huge underground mausoleum where the remains of warriors who fought against the last king Darendil and his mighty legions two hundred years ago. The hard granite stone is carved into two giant statues of sword-wielding warriors, who stand opposite each other, sprinting their swords in the air to form an imposing tomb gate. Behind the gate, there is a bottomless and endless darkness, and the dim color seems to tell those who want to enter the mausoleum that once you have crossed this gate, you have come to the land of eternal night under the control of the god of death, Tephrimilis.

Perhaps it was because the darkness in the mausoleum was so deep that my gaze could not be adjusted to it for a while. The moment I walked through the door, I felt like I was passing through a huge curtain that could condense light, and the scene outside the door and the darkness inside the door became distorted for a moment, as if the space was torn apart by a huge force here, and then put back together.

Even though I had only stepped through a door, I felt as if I had just passed through a long tunnel and had come to a strange place that had nothing to do with the previous one.

We had followed the five of them in the mausoleum that had been obsessed with dreams all our lives, and he was two paces ahead of me just as I passed through the gate, and I could grasp his cloak as soon as I stretched out my hand. But as soon as we entered the mausoleum, there were only five of us left, and there was no trace of another adventuring team at all.

"Hey, what about the five of them?" I asked in surprise.

"They're in another copy." Longbow Shooter said to me.

"The other one?" I was even more surprised. Can you imagine that? Two groups of people walked through the same door almost at the same time, only because they were one step ahead of us and ran to the "other" place.

"You don't know what a 'dungeon' is, do you?" Seeing my ignorant expression, the Yangtze River Delta looked at me with the same expression as a rare animal.

I shook my head humbly and honestly.

"I'm really convinced of you, you didn't even know this and came here to play, sometimes I wonder if you're an earthling."

Earth? There doesn't seem to be such an area on my map. If I divide it by country, I am undoubtedly a Teranmaia, not a "global person" as the Yangtze River Delta says. So......

I shook my head again with determination.

Strangely, this completely normal reaction of mine seemed to make the Yangtze River Delta completely helpless, and he raised his hands and made an exaggerated gesture of abandonment: "Okay, I was defeated by you, this joke is not funny at all." ”

In the end, it was Longbow Shooting Sun who told me that each adventuring party would enter many identical quests, and that the teams would not touch each other until they walked out of the quest.

The dwarven priest explained it very clearly, and I immediately understood that the so-called "copy" was just a high-level large-scale spatial magic.

The mausoleum is not as dark as it looks from the outside, and there are many magic lights hanging on the walls on all sides, although the lights are dim, but they are enough to see the scene inside the mausoleum: a huge shadow wall painted with the war scene of two hundred years ago is facing the gate, because of time, the oil paint on the shadow wall has fallen off a lot, and in many places it seems that a large area of blood plasma has been smeared, oozing a layer of dry dark red, making the whole painting mottled and gloomy, revealing an indescribable eerie feeling. The shadow wall is flanked by two side doors that lead to the deeper part of the mausoleum.

On both sides of the hall between the shadow wall and the main door, two rows of sarcophagi were neatly arranged, and the sarcophagus seemed to have been moved by someone, the moss and dust on it were smeared haphazardly, and the cobwebs on it were torn and hung fluttering around the four sides of the coffin.

"Be careful, these coffins are full of vampires that will crawl out as soon as we get close." After many experiences of dying and living here, the Yangtze River Delta reminded us with palpitations, "You wait here, and I'll go and slowly lure them over." Jeff, get ready to come up and take on the monster; Clador, insert the totem first. At this point, he also glanced inquiringly at the Minotaur shaman and motioned for him to get ready.

The minotaur hesitated to look at the sarcophagus lying on the side, and then at the Yangtze River Delta, which was pointing fingers, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything, and nodded with a little hesitation.

As for his reaction, the Yangtze River Delta naturally defaulted to the meaning of "understood" - and what happened afterwards proved that it was just a regrettable misunderstanding.

Just when the Yangtze River Delta hid its shape and was about to quietly touch forward......

"Ah......h A vampire dressed in black armor, pale-complexioned, and armed with a long sword immediately rose from the shattered sarcophagus and fought with him with his sword. Around Clador, more vampires crawled out of the sarcophagus, surrounding the reckless minotaur shaman in the center.

Crado proved that he was an authentic Minotaur with pure blood, and he also proved that he was an out-and-out stunned young man. His heroic feats were so dramatic that we could only watch him stare at him in such a daze, that we didn't even have time to stop him. I couldn't even believe it was actually happening - the Minotaur shaman really didn't have any reason to do so, and if it weren't for everyone's look of disbelief in disbelief, I might have thought it was a fanatical hallucination.

It wasn't until the Minotaur shaman's life was only half of his life that the Yangtze River Delta barely closed his jaw, which was about to dislocate.

"What the hell is this madman trying to do?" Annoyed, the orc wanderer raised his hammer and dagger, grumbling as he quickly joined the warband.

"Oh my God, I finally met someone stronger than me today!" Klado's wild fighting stance made even our always reckless and belligerent Dwarven Priest Longbow Shoot Sun deeply ashamed, and he couldn't help but exclaim in amazement, just in time to release a healing wave for the Minotaur.

Despite their large numbers and menacing presence, this group of vampires does not pose much of a threat to us. These creatures who walk in the dark are born with an evil skill called "Blood Extraction", which is somewhat similar to the "blood sucking" of vampire bats, which can transform the opponent's life force into their own, but it is obviously much more powerful, and if a group of vampires use this move on an opponent at the same time, it can indeed cause a deadly threat in a short period of time. However, in addition to this skill, the attack power and defense displayed by these monsters in hand-to-hand combat are very ordinary, which does not match their name as "berserk" warriors around level 30.

Moreover, these guys seem to have a natural fear of fire, and even the lowest-level fire-based magic "Fire Bullet Technique" will cause them a lot of damage. Fire-based spells erupting with scorching breath shot out from Black Aurora's hands, illuminating the path to destruction for the dark people.

However, as methodical as our battle is, that doesn't mean that Krado, surrounded by a horde of vampires, can take it in stride. The minotaur shaman's wild demeanor at first drew most vampires around him, and I guess this strong, juicy fat cow fits the vampire's diet perfectly, and the pale-skinned anemia invariably chooses Klado as the preferred target for "blood extraction". One after another of red magical beams that drained life force greedily shone on Klado's body, and at the most spectacular moment, Klado's body even reached as many as eight, and the life trough above his head was like the coastline at low tide, drying up quickly and at an astonishing rate. The reason why he hasn't been pumped into beef jerky yet, in addition to the fact that we can always interrupt the spells of this group of vampires in time, his decisive act of self-help has also bought him some precious time to survive.

It is well known that the most important magic item for shamans is the totem pole they make themselves. These wooden pillars, carved into many different forms, possessed extraordinary power in the hands of shamans, providing them with a variety of valuable aids in battle.

Klado may not be a sane adventurer, but he is undoubtedly a competent shaman. Seeing that he slashed a weak vampire far away with his big axe, and then stomped wildly with his hooves, performing the life-saving trick of "war trampling", shaking the enemies around him to the ground, he took the opportunity to wave his hand and stick a totem pole into the ground. The ground in the mausoleum is made of huge bluestone slabs, which is very solid, and he actually inserted the totem pole with one hand. If he hadn't been a shaman and had gone into the construction business, I think he would have become a good foundation tamper.

The totem pole he inserted is called the "Totem of Life", which can restore the vitality of the user and his companions within a certain range, and it is on this thing that the trapped Minotaur shaman has survived many dangerous situations. I'm guessing he might have planted these totem poles all over the ground like a crop if he could, but the cooldown of the totem ability left him with a desolate life totem to survive each time.

It is worth mentioning that the shape of this totem pole is obviously derived from some allusions to fertility worship in shamanic teachings, and the stout one that stands tall seems to symbolize the continuity of life, and it is simply appropriate to use it as a totemic symbol of restoring vitality.

It is worthy of the Minotaur who are known for their strong physique, and I am afraid that only they are qualified to make the totem symbols so huge and exaggerated. During the battle, this slightly inferior thought arose in my heart.

However, even with the help of the restoring power of the Totem of Life, Klado's situation is still not optimistic, and he is always in danger under the siege of many vampires. However, the reckless and belligerent wild nature of the minotaur made the shaman more and more courageous, and he could not even contain his excitement, and raised his severed horn head and shouted loudly, venting his rough fighting enthusiasm:

"Hurry up and teach me, I'll be obedient to ......" (Hurry up and save me, I'm going to be unbearable......)

I guess this call is a national tradition peculiar to the Minotaur race, and it is very different from any continental lingua franca I have heard before, and it is pronounced with a characteristic flat tongue and nasal resonance, which makes me fully feel the generosity and courage of the Minotaur shaman.

In response to Clardo's heroic battle cry, the reaction of the Yangtze River Delta and the longbow shooting the sun was unexpectedly strong. They were stunned together, looking at each other with confused faces.

"Do you understand what he's saying?" Longbow Shot Sun asked.

"I heard it......" Yangtze River Delta thought a little hesitantly, "...... What he said...... It seems to be Cantonese, that is, Cantonese. ”

"Nonsense, of course I know it's Cantonese, what I want to know is what the hell is he trying to do?"

The Yangtze River Delta shrugged his shoulders with an idiot on his face.

The two were silent......

After a moment, as if they suddenly remembered something, they all turned their heads to the black aurora that was casting a spell behind them, and hurriedly asked:

"Hey, do you know what he's talking about?"

Our fellow magician threw out a powerful flame spear, then shook his head innocently:

"Yes, I know that I have learned about Gang Samaz." (I'm sorry, but I don't know what he's talking about.) ）

Black Aurora's answer was short and crisp, and like Klado, he seemed to speak the indigenous dialect peculiar to the elves. Although the two languages have very different pronunciation and grammatical conventions, they have one very significant similarity for us: we don't understand a word!

"I'm down!" The Yangtze River Delta looked like it was about to faint.

"Poof, Shanghainese!" It seems that at this inopportune time, the longbow shot the sun, and the idea of testing the strength of the mausoleum's walls with his own head.

"What are you doing? Why don't you save me?! I'm going to bleed! (What are you doing, why don't you hurry up and save me!) I'm going to run out of blood! At this moment, Krado spoke out again. At this point, I had a vague feeling that things were not as I had imagined, and that Crado's cry was so poignant that it sounded less like an expression of his fanatical and heroic mood than more like an expression of some more urgent desire to us.

"I think ......" I gasped and offered my opinion with a kick kicking away a vampire that was pounced on me, "...... He seems to want us to get him out quickly......"

"Hey, Jeffritz, do you know Cantonese?" The Yangtze River Delta looked at me happily and asked.

This is the first time I know that the name of the ethnic vernacular of the Minotaur is "Cantonese", let alone "understand".

"I don't know anything 'Cantonese'......" I shook my head, refuting the Yangtze River Delta speculation, and then pointed in the direction of Klado and said to them, "...... But...... I can see ...... He seems to be in a very bad situation. ”

In the direction of my finger, the life gauge above Clador's head was almost completely vacuumed. I don't think this group of vampires need any kind of "blood extraction" tricks, even a mosquito bite is enough to kill him.

"I'm top! You're exhausted! (I, K, you've killed me...... As I pointed at Crado, a vampire stabbed his ass in an unusually cooperative manner, and all we heard was an inexplicable scream, and then we saw the mighty body of the Minotaur Shaman finally slump limply on the ground.

(I'm so sorry for everyone, I picked out the furniture for a day, just came home, and I was busy updating it with the urgency of pooping.) Although it's still late, everyone must understand the kindness of Xiao Xianzi!!

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