This is a sword placed in the corner, because the size is much larger than ordinary swords, and it always looks a little abrupt in other places, so it is stuffed in the corner. The reason why Sawan was attracted to this sword was entirely because of the unique aura that this sword exuded, although the appearance did not seem outstanding, but the restrained murderous aura gave Sawin a strange feeling.

Sawin slowly drew his sword and looked at it in his hand as Voss walked over and said, "This sword has been here for about a thousand years, and few people will be interested in it. ”

"Oh, why is that?" asked Savan curiously.

"Because everyone said that this sword was ominous, and anyone who touched it would have nightmares or something, and some people even suffered from illness because they kept having nightmares, so no one dared to take it anymore. Everyone said that this sword was ominous, and some people said that it was a demon sword. Voss explained.

Sawin never believed in this kind of ghostly thing, he swung the sword a few times, it felt very good, and it was very suitable for exerting his strength, but he didn't know if the sword could withstand it. "What kind of material is this sword made of, and how strong is it?" asked Savin Vos, who had no more experience in this area than Vos.

But Voss shook his head and said, "I don't know, the material of this sword is very peculiar, and it is a material that has never been seen before, so I can't say it well." But looking at the craftsmanship of the manufacture, this sword is probably older than everyone thinks. ”

"Isn't this made by you dwarves?" said Savan.

"I don't know much about this, but the shape of this sword is quite good, and the toughness is not bad, so if you like to use it, I don't think anyone will be upset. Voss said.

"This sword must have a name, right? It can't be called a demon sword, right?" asked Savin.

Voss smiled bitterly: "The name of this sword is not very good, it is called 'Nightmare', because everyone who touches it will have nightmares, I hope you don't regret it." ”

Sawin said nonchalantly, "I'm not afraid, I rarely dream when I sleep." ”

With the weapons, Savin and the others did not delay any longer, and the three of them came to the lowest quarry again, surrounded by many people. When they came to the edge of the pit, they saw that a winch had been erected, and a huge basket was tied to the rope, which was a tool for the three of them.

The three of them don't talk nonsense, it's useless to say anything now, only by taking action can they block other people's mouths. Once all three of them were seated in the basket, a dozen dwarves began to slowly turn the winch, and with the sound of "crunch ......", the basket slowly descended to the bottom of the pit.

The three of them sat in the basket only to feel a cold chill coming, Voss couldn't help but shiver, and Lawne was also shivering from the cold. Sawan suddenly felt a little uneasy breathing, and secretly screamed in his heart, I am afraid that the air below is not quite right. Sawan hurriedly waved his hand, signaling the people above to stop for a moment. The basket slowly stopped, and the bassinet of the three riders slowly swayed in midair.

Sawan said to Lawn, "Lawn, can you use your magic to blow away the foul air below?"

Lawn replied, "I can try." ”

I saw Lawn's eyes slightly closed, his mouth chanting an obscure incantation, and a rapid swirling air flow began to appear around the three of them. The swirling air currents intensified, eventually forming a rapid whirlwind that swayed the bassinet in all directions. Voss clung to the edge of the basket in fright, lest he be thrown out.

At this time, Lawne pointed to the bottom of the pit with his hand, and the whirlwind surrounding the basket immediately swept towards the bottom of the pit, and the rapid rotation of the air flow and the friction of the pit wall made a whining sound, as if countless unjust souls were crying. When the whirlwind fell at the bottom of the pit, a "click, click......" sound of friction and impact was heard......

After a while, the strong whirlwind finally stopped, and then saw that Voss was already faint and vomiting, lying on the side of the basket and stretching out his tongue, and his pale face seemed to be seriously ill. "Voss, are you alright?" asked Savan with concern.

"Also...... Still...... It's okay......" Voss said with his eyes closed.

"Hold on, and we'll go down right away. Sawan comforted Voss as he waved to the people above them to continue lowering the ropes.

After Lawn's gust of wind, the air in the lower part of the crater was indeed better, at least it didn't make people feel as hard to breathe as they had just been. As the basket drew closer to the bottom of the pit, there were wails in the darkness, like the groans of pain from countless people at the same time, and the scalp tingled to hear.

"Lawn. Sawin shouted, and Lawn immediately understood.

In a few moments, the crystal ball emitted a bright light, illuminating the bottom of the pit. Sawin looked up and saw that Lawn's whirlwind had blown the undead to the ground, struggling to get up. Without waiting for the basket to hit the ground, Savin jumped out first, only to hear a crunch "click" and his foot stepped on a pile of bones.

"Don't rush down yet, I'll see what happens!" Savin commanded.

"Yes. Lawne agreed, hurriedly lifted the crystal ball high, and then shook it a few times, and the person above immediately stopped when he saw it, and the basket stopped two or three meters from the ground.

At this time, Sawan nervously grasped the hilt of his sword, his ears carefully discerning the movements around him, and after a while, his eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness. Growing up in the deep sea for a long time has made Sawan very accustomed to the dark environment, but after coming to land, he has encountered less such environments.

Gradually, Sawin could see his surroundings clearly, and saw that a dozen skeletons had risen from the ground and were limping towards him. Although Savin had a strong confidence in himself, he was still somewhat worried about the first time he was faced with something he never knew before, and a creature that could not be killed in legend.

Sawin observed for a while, and found that these undead creatures were relatively slow, and even if they couldn't kill each other at once, at least they should have no problem getting out. Thinking of this, Sawin decided to test it, and then he couldn't just be beaten passively. Savin made up his mind and placed his target on a solitary skeleton on his right.

Sawan lunged at the rickety skeleton with a lunge, the "Nightmare" sword in his hand slashing towards the skeleton's waist like a gale. "Click!" saw that the skeleton was cut into two pieces by Samin, but what happened next almost made Samin's eyes pop out.

Although the skeleton that was cut in two fell to the ground, the two bodies still bounced on their own, and the lower half of the two legs kicked wildly on the ground, while the upper half of the body still crawled towards Sawin with two hands, and at the same time the skeleton's mouth kept opening and closing, as if trying to bite Savin.

Sawan was taken aback at first, he could still move after being cut into two pieces, this thing was really immortal. However, Sawin does not believe in evil, and since you can still move after cutting it in two, then I will let you turn it into slag and see that you can't continue to move. Sawin gritted his teeth and slashed at the skeleton on the ground with his sword, only to see that the skeleton instantly turned into a pile of bone scum.

Afraid that he would not be ruthless enough, Sawin kicked the pile of broken bones with his foot and scattered them everywhere. "If this can still move, it will be hell!" As soon as Sawin thought of this, he heard a gnawing sound at his feet, and he looked down to see that the skull was still moving, gnawing at a stone at Savin's feet with his teeth.

"Oh yes, this thing is so powerful, it's all scum, and it's not dead!" Sawan exclaimed, raising his foot and stomping down the skull.

With a few clicks, the skull was stomped to pieces by Samin, who kicked the fragments into the distance with his foot, and the undead skeleton was finally solved, so Samhain turned his attention to the other undead creatures.

However, Sawin didn't notice that just now, where the skull was trampled on, a small cloud of black smoke slowly rose, and the black mist seemed to be attracted by some kind of force, slowly drifting towards the sword in Savin's hand, and finally quietly melted into the sword.

(End of chapter)