The floor of this chamber was painted with all kinds of twisted and strange words, which formed a circle along the edge of the chamber, and in the center of the circle formed an inverted five-pointed star shape with the same words, and a boy about seven or eight years old* was firmly tied to the center of the five-pointed star by a thick iron chain, and looked pale and unconscious.

His name tells us that the child is none other than Fili Jr., the only son of the prosecutor, Mr. Faselli, and that bringing him back to the fortress of Valen was one of the many tasks of our trip.

This magic array of circles and pentagrams, constantly seeping out a layer of miserable red light, filled with an indescribable evil aura.

This layer of red light was flickering on and off at regular intervals, and for some reason, an inexplicable premonition made me think that its flickering had something to do with the child, and the frequency of its flickering was like a person's heartbeat.

My gut told me that this evil magic circle was sucking the child's blood, and that it was trying to use it to accomplish some unwanted conspiracy.

Around the children, we saw five pages filled with strange words we didn't recognize, wrapped in a faint divine light, arranged in five directions in the shape of a magic circle, and these pages with divine power were also part of the purpose of our trip - they were the lost sacred chapters in the temple of the fortress of Valen.

Together with the children, these pages form the most central part of the entire magic circle. It seemed to me that this magic circle was imbued with a strange ability to mix the divine magical light of the temple with the child's pure life force, changing their magical properties into a terrifying evil force.

After appearing in this secret room, the Yangtze River Delta did not rush to rescue the child, but first carefully checked the structure in the secret room.

I was just about to rush in to rescue the child, when the Yangtze River Delta suddenly grabbed me and pointed to a few stone slabs at the door of the secret room.

At first glance, these slabs are nothing special, but if you look closely, they are slightly higher than the surrounding floor, and the surface is smoother, and there is not as much dust or moss as there is a trace of moss.

"There's a trap here." The Yangtze River Delta pointed to the ground and said to me. Under his reminder, I found that the wall facing the door of the secret room had a row of black holes in the steel pipes, and the front of the steel pipes were sharp crossbow arrows.

Without further explanation, I can imagine that if I had rushed into it so recklessly, I would have been shot straight into a sieve by this row of arrows.

At this time, the Yangtze River Delta embodied the great value of a wandering adventurer, he took out a large string of strangely shaped tools from his backpack, squatted on the ground and dug and dug for the row of stone slabs, busy non-stop.

After a while, he stood up confidently, packed up the set of tools to crack the mechanism, and nodded at us quite smugly: "It's all done, it's safe now!" As he spoke, he stromped the strange-looking floor, confirming to us his work.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he stepped on the stone slab, there was a slight sound

A "click" came from the soles of his feet. Before he could react, the slightly raised stone slab suddenly sank down, and then the row of crossbow arrows in the opposite corner shot out, piercing through the air with a sharp scream.

Thankfully – it's a bit of a stretch to say that, but I have to say it

"Thankfully" - fortunately, the body of the Yangtze River Delta was bloated enough, and one person blocked the entrance to the entire secret room, so that the row of crossbow arrows pierced into his big belly without exception, and I standing behind him was unharmed.

In fact, only the first four of that row of powerful crossbow bolts actually served to kill, successfully putting our orc wandering companions to death, and the rest was a waste.

In front of this incomparable hidden weapon, the Yangtze River Delta is like a cat whose tail has been stepped on by death, and it only has time to scream for half a time before it dies.

This tragic scene came so suddenly that his confident face turned into a dead corpse before it faded from our eyes.

We didn't even have time to make a stunned expression before we instantly solidified into four demented fossils.

There was a rich silence in the air, with a strong smell of irony.

"I think...... He should ...... Practice the skills of breaking the trap more proficiently......" Longbow Shooting Sun looked at the stiff body of the Yangtze River Delta, and the expression didn't know whether he wanted to cry or laugh.

"Anyway...... "I stepped the stone slabs that were no longer in any danger,

“…… He did succeed in breaking the trap. ”

“…… I didn't read the prompt clearly...... "With the loving rescue of the Minotaur shaman Klado, the Yangtze River Delta soon woke up and turned around."

The first thing he said when he came to his senses was frustrated and embarrassed: "...... The hint says that the trap has not been lifted...... "He was greeted by four pairs of spicy white eyeballs—although Crado couldn't understand what he was saying, with the Minotaur shaman's keen observation and understanding, he was enough to understand what was happening before him."

After the resurrection of the Yangtze River Delta was replenished, he immediately lay down at the door of the secret room and checked it up and down carefully, eager to pick up every brick to take a look, I felt that he was not checking the trap, he was simply eager to make a trap and put it there, and then dismantle it with his own hands to eliminate his embarrassment.

But the truth is always regrettable, except for the deadly trap at the door, there is no second insidious device for the hidden arrow to hurt people.

The Yangtze River Delta can only admit all safety with infinite regret and give up its own efforts. After receiving the safety report from the Yangtze River Delta, I immediately rushed into the magic array of the secret room, swung my sword and cut the chains that bound little Fili, and hurriedly carried him out of the secret room.

Despite escaping the control of the magic array, the child was still very weak and unconscious.

I'm not quite sure if the longbow sun's regeneration magic works for him. Just as I was trying to find a way to rescue the unconscious child, a puff of black smoke suddenly rose from the magic array, and a shrill voice rattled in the air, "Who broke my summoning spell without permission?" I swear, O reckless ones, that you will be punished worse than death! "It seems that this magic circle also has the effect of being destroyed: when it is destroyed, it will immediately cause the spell to be sensed and teleport him back as quickly as possible.

The voice was eerie, and just sounding like it made people feel hairy. I think we all know who is coming, the demon who has taken over this mausoleum, used it as a base for his own gathering, and has done all kinds of evil deeds here, and it is this group of vampires who rule it.

What struck me a little strange was that his voice, though hoarse and harsh, struck me as familiar, and I always felt as if I had heard it somewhere.

A strange instinct arose in my mind: I had seen and even been familiar with the coming blood-sucking monster.

The smoke in the center of the magic circle became thicker and thicker, and soon condensed into a blurred figure. The figure was thin and tall, hiding its entire body behind a wide, high-necked cloak.

As the smoke gradually dissipated, the figure became clearer and clearer, and his name was about to be called.

"Food and ants, dare to ruin the grand ceremony that welcomes the return of the last king, tremble, you have no time to regret it!" The leader of the vampires turned and stabbed us with his venomous, angry red gaze.

The grim white face belonged to the ruler of the Valen Fortress, the master of dwarven smelting

The trusted patron of Robert Willant, the Marquis de Meneval, was the old nobleman to whom I was once grateful......