Dawn of the Grey Tower Chapter 391

The lowest level of the Edward Crypt is different from the clean air in the previous layers. The corridor behind the gate exudes some instinctive breath of wanting to leave, breath of death. "This smell is even worse than rotten meat. What did you put in the bottom? Dunghole?" Jack, who has the sharpest sense of smell, was almost dead because of the smell. He covered his nose and mouth and took a few steps backwards. , Complaining to the old ghoul around. The old man didn't care about the werewolf's inferior speech. Under this stench, his indifferent expression finally changed. Even though this soul-keeper can already see a lot of things, the fact that the family's holy place was blasphemed still let him Feeling outrageous anger.

"This is the dead mist, which will cause serious harm to all living beings. If we go in like this, it will start to rot away from the lungs in a short time." The cheese frowned, and he quickly recognized the source of the smell. But this does not mean that the gray robe mage can solve the immediate difficulties. Generally speaking, the way to deal with the dead fog is to destroy it with sunlight, but where is the sun in the depths of this crypt? The easiest way for cheese to arrive first is to get through the ground and use a mirror to guide the sunlight. But this amount of work can never be completed overnight.

"Let's come." Just when the mage felt tricky, the old man who held back the angry face came with a lantern. "Do you have a solution?" The cheese was quite surprised. He had never heard that the Soul Keeper could come in contact with such a large amount of dead fog. "That's right." The old ghoul nodded and put the lantern in his hand to the ground. He signaled the members of the squad to step back a little, then walked into the fog of death in the sight of everyone.

Several people looked at each other, and they didn't know what the old man said was the solution. This strong sense of death prevented ordinary senses from working. Only the terrible light flashed in the eyes of the cheese. Through the magical vision, he was the only one who could see things in the dead mist. It is for this reason that the Master 's eyes are getting wider and wider, and his expression is distorted visually, only because he sees that the ghoul walking into the dead mist is swallowing the dead air in the air with a big mouth. !

The stench in the air was getting weaker and weaker, and soon it could hardly be smelled. The old man in sackcloth walked back slowly, his footsteps were more vain than before, and he seemed to fall at any time. Seeing that the cheese wanted to step forward and help each other, the ghoul reached out to stop him. "There is no need to worry about me. My old bones can stand up. I just eat a lot and may not be able to maintain my human form. I hope you won't be surprised." After that, the thin old man began to change. The skin is pulled, making people worry that it will break apart at any time. Soon a cheese had seen the thinnest ghoul appear in front of everyone, and unlike those who look daunting, this old ghoul's teeth and claws have lost their power because of time, It looks like a mummy with a disproportionate figure.

The cheese slightly salutes the other party. Ghouls are also a kind of creature. Neither feeding on corpses nor the belief in death will prevent them from being affected by the fog of death. Come to get the way for the team. This made the mage's heart so uncomfortable, he came here to solve the lich to stop more people from dying, not to create new sacrifices. The ghoul seemed to see the pain of the cheese. It slowly sat down against the wall and said to the mage, "I need a rest. I'm sorry I can't follow you along the way. I hope you can achieve it Let all this make sense, as I wish. "When the words fell, those old and muddy eyes closed quietly.

"His breathing stopped." The Wolfrunner leaned his head closer to the guide's chest and said after listening for a while. Everyone knows the meaning of this sentence, they are silent, but the hand holding the weapon is clenched tighter. "Let's go." The cheese said first. He flicked the gray robe, picked up the lantern on the ground, and took the lead into the deepest step. The other members of the team did not have any objections and followed the gray figure in front.

The sound of "clicking" the boots on the dead bones echoed in the hallway. The further down, the more bones appeared on the steps. These bones came from humans, livestock, and even ratmen and ghouls. Obviously, they were not part of the Edward Crypt before, because in the doctrine of the soul-keeper, after the deceased 's flesh was divided, their bones must be put into the coffin. Do not feel suspicious until they reach the corpse. On the other hand, this is also the insistence of the soul-keepers. They firmly believe that their actions only accelerate the process of decay of the corpse, not an evil act.

In this case, the origin of these bones is very clear. The cheeseboard leaned over and picked up a small piece of broken bone with his fingers, twisted it even more finely and put it under his nose to smell it. "These bones are fresh, and their owner has just died." "Are you sure? They are probably drying up to my great-grandfather." The wolfwalker frowned and did the same as the mage, but in him It seems that the dryness of dried bones shows that they have been lying here for a long time.

"Something took some of these bones ... the matter and turned them into something like this. We accelerated our pace, and if I guessed right, the **** lich is recovering its power." Spiritual magic is not the strength of cheese. He can only barely recognize that the abnormal weathering of these bones is due to magic, but the specific kind of magic has caused bones everywhere, and the mage is not sure. But obviously no matter what the role of the magic, it must be the lich hiding here.

Hearing this, the following people pulled out their weapons and were ready to enter the battle at any time ~ www.mtlnovel.com ~ They didn't wait long.

The end of the crypt quickly appeared in front of the squad. It is worth mentioning that, unlike other classes, this empty space has candlesticks made of countless skulls, and the blue flame dances from the top of the skull where it was knocked open , Turning the entire crypt into the underworld after death. On the ground, there are piles of bones that do not reach the calf of the adult. No one will recognize the owner of their life. In front of this huge number, the individual seems meaningless.

"You are here, the apprentice of the Lord of the Grey Tower, the savior led by the Earl of Saron, the Tamer of the Red Dragon, the warrior who defeated the Ghoul King, the cheese." A sentimental voice came from the deepest part of the hall, where In the darkness where no glare could illuminate, two dark blue spots were staring at the invaders on the steps. "If I still have hands, I will applaud what you are doing in this city. You are so good that you can let the werewolves and human knights walk with you, and even your witches and ghouls join your alliance. But Unfortunately, I do n't have your luck. The failed teleportation magic made me lose too many limbs. "The lich said, and the bones on the floor of the room began to glow like the blue flames in the skull lampstand. Illuminated, revealing the body sitting on the broken stone prayer platform with only the skull and upper body ribs.

"It looks like this guy is still your admirer?" Wolfrunner said with a smile, showing his mouth full of sharp teeth, and there was a strong war in the green pupil. A crippled lich? This somewhat disappointed Jack. In his opinion, such a weak opponent can quickly solve it himself, and he can't use the power of the entire team.

But the cheese prevented the companion's intention to rush up, and the magic aura in the mage's eyes was rapidly turning into white. "Don't go, it's lying. All the bones in this whole crypt are its body."

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