……

Matthew was in no hurry to explore.

After having opened the realm so many times, he was already familiar with the laws of exploring the realm.

If more exploration opportunities are accumulated, it will be possible to explore deeper into the field.

comparatively.

The randomness of a single exploration is greater, and there may be a lack of room for choice, and it may not be possible to go further to obtain higher results.

Since he has been in possession of fatherly authority.

Matthew's thirst for authority outweighs domain ability.

Meanwhile.

The area of the grave was specially marked by Matthew.

Previously, he had obtained the information of the Secret Treasure of Life from the Traveler God, and the coordinates that the latter pointed to were the large tombs of the Raven Pavilion Demon Domain.

It was Viscount Fan's territory.

But it is also the place where the dead brother Eurolin came into contact with when Matthew first entered the realm of the grave.

At the time, Matthew was curious about Eurolin's identity, although according to the latter, he seemed to be just an ordinary person.

But Matthew believed that it was impossible for a mortal to survive in such a dangerous place as the Raven Pavilion Demon Domain.

Eurolin must have something unique about it.

If he can, Matthew wants to accumulate more opportunities to explore the realm of the grave in order to increase the chance of a second meeting with Eurolin.

"I'm going to enter the tomb next, as long as I'm diligent, there should be a good chance of triggering the grave realm again......"

Think so.

Matthew stepped inside the gate with a shovel in his hand, followed by the rest of the group.

Behind the gate of the underground palace is a long road.

On both sides of the corridor are frescoes and stone carvings, most of which are depicted in praise of merit, as if recording the great achievements of a troll priest.

According to Linden.

The stone carvings point to the life's work of a troll prince who is in charge of stationing on elven territory.

However, Matthew and the others watched it for a long time and didn't see where the work was.

After all, the content of the mural is either a group of trolls opening a god assembly.

Either that, the trolls drove other second-class races, such as human elves, to work in the wilderness and forests.

Maybe the trolls seem to be very immersive.

But in the eyes of humans, these deeply remembered trolls are closer to the category of devils and demons, which is purely a negative image.

At the end of the tunnel is a huge stone wall.

The stone walls are as thick as the five stone gates outside, and the walls spread out on both sides, forming two diagonal passages.

Matthew threw out a mage's eye and looked at it.

Both passages make a ninety-degree turn at the end and then travel in a near-cross fashion towards the end.

Basically, it forms a diamond-shaped road.

And in the center of this diamond shape is the first burial chamber on the first floor of the underground palace!

"As far as we know in advance, there are at least three to six burial chambers on each floor of the Troll Dungeon, and the most dangerous place in the burial chamber is the passage leading to the burial chamber, where countless mechanisms are buried......"

Stanley pointed to an inconspicuous corner in front of him and reminded:

"There's a dragon fire trap there, and if we rush over, the walls on both sides will shoot out a large amount of flames that will spread, and the dragon's breath will cleanse all life!"

"I can try to dismantle most of the traps, but it will take time."

Matthew nodded.

At that moment he pointed the sharp point of his shovel at the stone wall facing him:

"So that's the first burial chamber behind this, right?"

Stanley swallowed.

He already knew what Matthew was going to do next:

"Yes."

"There are no traps or traps in the stone walls, do you?"

Matthew asked cautiously.

Stanley shook his head:

"Normal tomb owners don't set traps in the walls, and the troll empire is much older, so I don't think they can prevent this."

Matthew confirmed to Loren again, after receiving the latter's approval.

He smiled knowingly again:

"So sometimes it's better to be direct."

"Let's just remove this wall, won't the problem be solved?"

The voice fell.

He skillfully swung his shovel and began to dig and dig on the stone wall.

The sharpness of the tree planting shovel is indeed beyond imagination.

This thing slices stone like cream, and Matthew didn't even need to make much effort to make a shallow door in the shape of a small door in the wall.

Followed by.

Matthew dug in the direction of the perimeter.

After digging out a space about as large as the corridor, he excavated longitudinally again.

Less than ten minutes.

Matthew successfully hollowed out the wall, leaving all the stones for load-bearing, and ordered the undead to move all the stones.

These stones are all good things left over from the days of the Troll Empire.

Their own strength may be average.

However, due to its long-term burial in the ground, it is deeply corroded and assimilated by negative energy, so it is very suitable for building buildings in cemeteries and strengthening the ritual grounds related to negative energy.

"Necromancers do have a unique advantage in robbing tombs, and if I want, I can even take more people from the cemetery and empty this tomb directly!"

"The labor that the undead, especially zombies, can provide is too rare in tomb robbing......"

While instructing the undead to carry the stones, Matthew placed a teleportation stone tablet at the entrance to the dungeon.

He debugged it and found that due to the emerald barrier left behind by the elves, the effect of the teleportation stele was not very stable.

But with a little more time, he can still get the zombies to get everything back.

A few zombies were left to guard the teleportation tombstone.

Matthew quickly turned back underground.

At this time, everyone had come to the first burial chamber.

After Stanley and Loren had teamed up to clear several gas traps, they announced that the threat in the tomb had been lifted.

The rest were allowed to move freely.

Standing in front of a stone tablet, Lyndon consciously interpreted the contents of the stone tablet for Carmela next to him:

"The tombstone says that buried in this dungeon is His Royal Highness Prince Philip, the third great priest and chief mage of the Troll Empire, and his retainers and heirs."

"This Prince Philip is said to be eight meters tall, and he has mastered the ability to have a relationship with the Poole gods at a young age?

This should be a god friend, right?

I'm not so sure......

Trolls usually use rough words, they even use the same words for eating and, but in different tones.

According to the tombstone, Prince Philip's greatest contribution was the introduction of foreign women to the Psychic Assemblies as a way to ease the tension caused by the reluctance of troll women to participate in the Psychic Conferences at the end of the Empire.

It is said that he himself persuaded his friend, the Elven Queen at the time, to participate in the troll's psychic conference.

At first, the Elven Queen was reluctant.

The next few times she joined with her daughter, all thanks to Prince Philip.

Damn what this stuff is written!

This must be slander!

Slander!

How could the Elven Queen possibly participate in the trolls' psychic convention?!

A piece of shit! ”

Interpreting and translating, Lyndon suddenly became furious.

He slapped the surface of the stele in a gaffe.

As a result, due to his own fragility, the stele did not do well, and his own right hand showed signs of a slight fracture.

"It's not surprising that the Elven Queen participates in the Psychic Conference, right?"

Not far away.

Daisy, who had been very quiet, suddenly spoke:

"You've told me before that even the great elves have been enslaved by the trolls for more than two hundred years."

"Since they are all slaves, of course it is not up to them to decide what they want to do."

Lyndon had anger on his face, but for some reason, his lips trembled violently, but he didn't refute Daisy's words.

"Compared to the Elven Queen, I think they are more pitiful."

Daisy pointed to the north of the burial chamber.

There's a big space to collapse.

Everyone leaned over to take a look, but saw that in the cold pit, there were countless infinite white bones!

These bones are thick and thin, large and small, and have different parts.

Even people who don't know much about biology can tell that the bones come from different humanoid races.

"Humans, dwarves, goblins, and bound elven zombies...... They're all funerary goods, aren't they? ”

Daisy sighed softly.

Lyndon was silent.

The rest of the people's expressions were full of seriousness.

Just from this tomb, it is not difficult to get a glimpse of the tyrannical rule of the Troll Empire.

"Maybe the gods at that time, even Purgatory was relatively progressive compared to the Troll Empire......"

It stands to reason that Matthew should be happy to see so many bones.

But the thought of innocent people behind these bones vanished the joy in his heart, replaced by endless sighs and sighs.

He had just checked it out.

The first burial chamber consists of three main parts –

The central area is used to store more than a dozen coffins, the largest of which are two large and one small three-person coffin;

The pit area is full of bones of the martyrs, and in addition to the bones, the most valuable thing is the zombies used to bind the elves!

These zombies are natural breeding grounds for the undead.

With a little processing, Matthew was able to summon a group of banshees through them;

the funerary area, where four separate rooms were divided for the storage of funerary goods, most of which were locked chests, as well as some pottery and paintings;

"Not only are these chests locked, but they also have a vicious necropping curse attached to them, and anyone who touches them has the potential to quickly become an undead and eventually become a member of the Tomb Guards."

Outside the burial area.

Carmela pointed to the treasure chest inside.

After speaking.

She swaggered inside, and opened a treasure chest at random.

There was a crunch click.

In the surprised eyes of everyone, Carmela forced a strange force to tear open the lock of the treasure chest.

Followed by.

A large amount of ore comes into view -

Virgen Stone, Hidden Heart of the Dead, King's Tears, Pharrow Mithril, Rhododendron Sand......

See these gems.

Everyone's breath tightened.

You must know that these are very precious and rare magic gems!

The point is that it's full of boxes!

If you estimate its value, this box has the potential to exceed 1.2 million gold coins!

Not to mention that each of the four rooms has a similar treasure chest!

Stanley's other younger brother rolled his eyes and quietly took two steps back.

However, before he could sneak into the second room, he was grabbed by the back of the neck by a huge force!

"What do you want to do? To send ?!! to death ”

Stanley's face pressed against the little brother's nose and he said in an almost low voice.

"No, boss, I just want to open my eyes."

The younger brother said curtly.

"Didn't you hear her say there's a corpse curse on it?"

Stanley's eyes were full of disappointment.

The little brother scratched his head:

"I think she's okay too."

Stanley's nostrils were a little thicker when he said this.

He just wanted to reprimand his younger brother.

I saw Carmela walking out of the room leisurely.

When passing by the two of them.

Carmella stopped suddenly.

Both Stanley and the younger brother's breathing were tight.

Who knew that Carmela said to Stanley very gently:

"There's no need to be so nervous."

"If you don't let him try, how do you know if it will work?"

"It doesn't matter if you can't carry it, I happen to be a priest, and I'm very good at saving people's lives, clearing the curse for a thousand gold coins once, except for Linden, each of you can go and touch it!"

The two were silent.

Until Carmella left.

Stanley quickly pulled a guinea pig out of his sleeve.

He dropped the mouse on top of the chest.

In a flash.

A thick puff of turquoise smoke rose up.

Smoke poured into the body of the white mouse, who twitched twice and quickly stiffened to death!

The younger brother's eyes widened suddenly.

Another dozen seconds passed.

The dead mouse suddenly shook its forelimbs stiffly, and then slowly got up from the ground.

It turned into a zombie rat!

This time, the little brother was completely scared.

He was just about to say something, but at this moment, a black shadow suddenly flew in from outside the cemetery!

Everyone looked at each other.

It was a rotting bird!

The bird was still shedding its bloody feathers as it flew, but its feathers seemed to be endless, and it didn't fall off even the ground.

"Outsiders!"

"Why did you break into this place?"

The rotting bird stopped on the largest coffin and questioned menacingly.

Matthew glanced at him and replied in a relaxed tone:

"We're here to rob the grave."

Bang!

One of the rotting birds' eyes bursts open.

There was more anger in his voice:

"I am the guardian of the dungeon!"

"Do you dare to disturb the underground palace?"

"How dare you blaspheme the dead?"

At this time, Lyndon jumped out, and he said eagerly:

"Lord Guardian, I'm not with them, I'm an archaeologist, and they're real tomb robbers!"

"To be honest, I don't think it's right for you, just come in and look for something, you still have to be respectful of the deceased......

Matthew looked at Lyndon strangely:

"Why respect?"

Lyndon's eyes widened:

"Put yourself in your shoes, if you were the owner of the tomb, wouldn't you hate the tomb robbers after a hundred years and a thousand years?"

Matthew nodded:

"That's true, but why should I put myself in the shoes of the owner of this tomb?"

"Why should I empathize with these princes, generals, and powerful people who don't know how many years ago?"

"I'm a necromancer, and I spend my days with a lot of skeleton zombies, and you didn't tell me that it was a blasphemy when I summoned those ordinary people who became undead after death."

"Why is it that I go to the grave of a big man and do the same thing, and it becomes a blasphemy?"

Lyndon was dumbfounded by Matthew.

At that moment, he turned his head to look at Lorain:

"What about you?"

"Aren't you a poet, you think you're also an artist, do you think it's right to rob tombs?"

Loren was holding his turquoise piccolo in his mouth, the book of Hebrews in his hand, and his face was contemplative.

Hear this.

He rolled his eyes directly at Lyndon:

"Guan Ye's dick!"

Lyndon was so angry that he shook his head again, as if trying to find someone to support his words.

This time, however, he saw Carmela rolling up her sleeves.

Lyndon was suddenly frightened by the revenant hat, so he had to stomp his feet on the spot in hatred:

"I don't have the same general knowledge as you uneducated!"

Then he ran behind Stanley and Daisy and hid.

Matthew was too lazy to bother with the nervous path, if it weren't for the fact that this guy had some real material in his stomach, this person would have been thrown by him to the point where he didn't know where.

He was facing the rotting bird.

data bar.

……

"Hint: You've encountered a clone of the Tomb Guardians, the Banshee.

Warning: The Banshee of Death is summoning a Bone Behemoth through ranged spells!"

……

Death Banshee?

"It seems that the elves were transformed into the undead, and finally stayed in the tomb and became loyal guards."

Matthew had already put away the zombies in the pit before-

No one robbed him of this thing, and in the process, he also found that many of the zombies were empty, which means that some of the elves have been transformed into immortals.

Rustling.

With the blessing of a wave of magical energy, a tornado began to blow in the pit.

The white bones rose in the wind, forming a behemoth's framework in mid-air!

"Want to help?!"

Stanley cautiously leaned over.

Matthew nodded:

"Yes."

Stanley was very good, he saw that Loren was thinking about the article, and Carmela didn't seem to be so easy to deal with, so he took the initiative to say to Matthew:

"Just tell me something."

Matthew quickly pointed back:

"Quickly exit this chamber with your men, and my next spell will most likely injure you by mistake."

"Remember to keep an eye on Linden."

Stanley was stunned for a moment:

"That's it?"

"Don't you need anything else?"

Matthew looked at the skeletal beast that was about to take shape and the rotting bird perched on the coffin, and said firmly:

"No need."

Stanley decisively ordered the crowd to retreat.

He sent the others away with his supernatural movement speed, and then he himself stayed.

"You can go too!"

"Beware of accidental injury."

Matthew reminded.

Stanley pointed to Loren and Carmela:

"What about them?"

Matthew shrugged:

"If they're hurt by me, I'll suspect it's a porcelain."

Stanley no longer hesitated and left quickly.

Matthew turned to face the hideous-looking skeletal beast.

The appearance of this thing is close to that between Abomination and Bone Dragon, a bit like a stitching monster made of countless bone blocks.

It's scary to watch.

In the tomb, this one-third of an acre is indeed very combative.

And yet—

"Fourth-Order Spell: Howl of Broken Bones"!

When Matthew's short chant rang out in the tomb, the Bone Behemoth's summoning came to an end.

And when the beast finally took full shape and pounced on Matthew.

The latter opened his mouth suddenly.

Suddenly.

An extremely sharp sound wave shattered the soul fire of the bone beast!

Under the terrifying sonic impact.

The skeletal behemoth crumbled.

All the feathers on the rotting bird shot out backwards, stabbing holes in the stone walls.

It itself is a puddle of muddy water.

Whoa!

The bones fell all over the sky, forming a rather spectacular rain of bones.

"Outsiders!"

"Do you really want to challenge the majesty of the Eternal Dungeon?"

A cold voice rang out from the depths of the tomb.

"I said, I'm a necromancer."

Matthew's tone was quite calm:

"I don't want to challenge anyone's majesty, I just like this tomb and want to keep it for myself."

The next second.

He slowly opened the realm of the grave.

……

"Warning: Do you want to engage in a realm duel with the Tomb Guardian of the Eternal Underground Palace, Brianta the Banshee?

Do you want to take control of the realm of the Eternal Underground Palace?"

……

(End of chapter)