Similar adventures in ancient tombs are the past experiences that the lord and the housekeeper remember most deeply. The hidden weapon mechanism that is difficult to guard against, the sudden dangerous creatures, the ghoul warrior who quietly opened his eyes behind him, and the frost spider that suddenly fell from his head are all life-and-death tests that must be experienced.
Of course, camping in an empty ancient tomb, sweating unbridled, rolling up your sleeves and working hard is another ultimate experience.
Fortunately, there are not many treasures worth remembering in this ancient tomb, which is frequently visited by people. Think about it, every warrior who wants to become the chieftain of Thirsk, regardless of race or gender, must display the most impressive trophies to claim mastery of the mead halls. Another necessary condition is the consent of Red Hrothmund's soul.
Reference is made to the unfinished "Thirsk, a Revised History". The term of office of each chief is not fixed. The longest is only a few decades, and the shortest is only three or two months. This also means that the warriors of Thirsk Mead Hall will enter and exit the ancient tomb very frequently.
Relying on the drunken bragging of the forerunners who became chiefs, and the indelible memory of the first time they entered, the female chief Bujold arrived at the door of the main tomb with ease. It is also true that the entrance to the main tomb is sealed with magic. Otherwise, anyone could go in and have a look, and really take the founder of Thirsk Mead Hall so seriously.
So to enter the main tomb, you need to say the correct password: "Angjachi". Yes, that's the name of the fallen wolf who killed Red Hrosmund. Also known as the Bane of Hrosmund. Later, the giant wolf's carcass was cut up and grilled into skewers, and all the warriors in Thirsk's mead hall shared the delicacy. In memory of Red Hrosmund who was devoured by a giant wolf.
The tomb door opens, revealing the main tomb that was flooded. The water will recede on its own as you get closer. On the high platform at the bottom of the tomb, a huge battle ax chopped on a stone pier is quietly displayed.
That was the destination of the female chief's trip.
"What should we do?" From the perspective of the lord's spiritual body that disappeared in a blink of an eye, the clues were already revealed.
"As long as you hold the handle of the axe, you can talk to the heroic spirit of Hrosmund in the battle axe. He will tell me whether I can become the chief." Chief Bujold said slightly nervously: "Actually, to tell you the truth, sir , I have been here once before..."
"I know." Wu Chen's memory has always been very good: "You killed the giant beast of Ilfak and presented its stomach as a trophy. You have ruled Thirsk to this day."
"Yes, sir." Chief Bujold let out a long breath: "Sir, I don't lack courage, I just have too many things to worry about. If we have a bloody battle with the snow elves, half of the warriors will hold their swords and die. Death, this is not the result I want."
"I believe what you said is true." The Lord smiled and encouraged: "Then ask again."
"Understood, my lord." Chief Bujold mustered up her courage and walked alone to the stone pier engraved with runes.
"By the way, Bujold." The lord called the female chief again.
"Sir?" Chief Bujold turned back in confusion.
"What is the name of the standing stone closest to the mead hall?" Wu Chen asked with a smile.
"Lord Beast Stone." Chief Bujold replied without thinking. This Creator Standing Stone was all too familiar to her. There are some unexplained drunken rumors about the Mead Hall. The reason why Red Hrosmund chose this place to build the Thirsk Mead Hall was because it was close to the Creator Standing Stone. It is rumored that the warriors of Thirsk also drew upon the magic of the Beast Stone when they slew the legendary troll Udfrikt, who was awakened by construction noise. Even so, it took almost half of the manpower to seal the troll again.
"Okay." Wu Chen smiled meaningfully.
The worried chieftain Bujold was completely unaware of the lord's intentions. He walked onto the high platform without looking back, took a deep breath to steady his mind, and reached out to hold the long handle of the battle ax tightly.
Feeling held, the battle ax and the runes on the deeply embedded stone pillars were lit up.
Red Hrosmund: "Ah... you again, seeking my blessing to gain the chieftainship of Thirsk?"
Bujold: "Yes, it's me, Bujold. You blessed me in the past, and now I have reclaimed the hall occupied by the snow goblins, and it now belongs to the rightful owner."
Red Hrothmund: "Well, that's what happened. But I've been watching, and I know it was your weakness that led to the tribe being exiled by a group of snow goblins."
Bujold: "No! I..."
Red Hrosmund: "You have made your companions as weak as you. The current situation is that the danger around you is getting bigger and bigger, and you don't know anything."
Bujold: "Then... I'm not the chief anymore?"
Red Hrosmund: "No, you are the chieftain. There is no one among you suitable to serve me. A group of people in the wilderness is better than no leader. But I will not give you any more blessings. Girl, you are not worthy .”
Bujold: "..."
Red Hrosmund: "Now, leave my tomb and let go, girl."
Bujold held back tears, but refused to let go no matter what. Or just can’t let go.
"This is a shameful rebellion! Girl, you are blaspheming your faith!" The battleaxe trembled in response to the anger of its master.
The scarlet magic pattern seemed to come from the lava from hell, instantly igniting the entire ax head and the long handle.
Seeing that Bujold's hand holding the ax handle was about to burn into coke, the magic ring engraved on Nord's engraved armor was immediately activated.
The interlocking magic rings extinguished the cursed demonic flames in one fell swoop, and then continued to spread towards the long handle. Visible to the naked eye, the magic patterns engraved on the long handle were swallowed up by the magic ring and transformed into mottled laws of the brilliant golden tree!
"No, no, no -" The sudden surge of magic flames turned into a huge werewolf shadow, about to open its bloody mouth and swallow Bujold with all his bones.
"Pa!" There was a soft sound, and the werewolf demonic figure suddenly raised its head. I saw the smiling lord, and the cute snowman pendant - the Amulet of Infectious Charm - swinging back and forth on his fingertips like a pendulum. A legendary magical pendant once owned by Red Hrothmund, the first chieftain of Thirsk. The amulet is enchanted to greatly enhance the wearer's attractiveness, but at the cost of constant fatigue and vulnerability to illness.
"Legend has it that Red Hrothmund was as ugly as a troll, but popular with women because of this amulet. After he was killed and eaten by the demon wolf Onjachi, the amulet was buried high in Mois Ridge It wasn't until 3E 427 that a Breton wizard from Ald'ruhn, Louis Beauchamp, sought out the amulet in the hope that it would help him survive his failed love life. So he built a patchwork airship using Dwemer technology and hired a captain to fly to Solstheim to retrieve the amulet from Horosmund's tomb. However, the structure of the patchwork airship It was so bad that it started to shed slag continuously from the moment it took off. Finally, it unfortunately encountered a violent snowstorm just before arriving at the destination and crashed. Except for Captain Roberto Jordon, all the crew members were killed. There was no harvest. Louis Beauchamp, who had no news of the crew, commissioned the famous elven hero Nerevarine to go to Solseheim to find their whereabouts. Nerevarine discovered the crash site and successfully recovered it from the tomb Returning to Aldruin in possession of the amulet. The amulet, later worn by Louis Beauchamp, exerted a fatal attraction on the women of Aldruin. albeit at the expense of his health."
As he spoke, the lord looked at the huge werewolf shadow and said word by word: "Is Louis Beauchamp's mental journey the same as yours?"
"..." The Lord Lord was answered with deathly silence.
"It's a pity that this amulet came at the expense of your health, making your physical condition worse and worse. So you prayed to the Beast Stone to regain your health. So you became the bane of yourself." The Lord said with a chuckle. : "Am I right, Fallen Wolf Unjachi? Or should I call you Fallen Werewolf Red Hrosmund?"
