The entrance to the fourth floor was a narrow straight staircase. It was pitch black all around and there was not a single light. Even with my druid's night vision, I had to light a torch, and the dim light of the fire was instantly gone. The nearby scenery blurred.
This is an artificially carved staircase. The soles of the steps are made of hard underground rock formations. The texture of the stone layers remains vaguely on the edge of the wall. The entire corridor is integrated without any stone paving or wall decoration. It looks simple and solemn.
And in this quiet staircase, apart from the slight sticky sound made by Xiaoxue and I when our footsteps separated from the wet floor, there was only the "tick-tick-tick" sound of water dripping from nowhere, in the silence. The air seemed particularly harsh.
wrong.
Only then did I realize that Sister Sharna, who was less than two meters in front of me, did not make any sound. Even if I specially heightened my senses and listened carefully, I could not detect the sound of footsteps so close in front of me. And the sound of breathing, if she hadn't been right in front of me, I would have thought I was the only one walking...
The further we go down, the wider the stairs become. Originally, the entrance could only accommodate two people passing side by side. Now, even two large trucks can pass side by side without any obstruction. The entire staircase spreads out towards us like a figure-eight shape.
The passage on the fourth floor is longer than the other three floors. After walking down for about ten minutes, I estimate that it is at least a hundred meters underground. If the entire tomb suddenly collapses now, I am afraid that even God will not be able to save it. We, and I, aware of this, walked a long distance with great fear. Every step of the stairs was more careful than usual, as if the entire ceiling would collapse if we applied just a little bit of force.
Fortunately, the Dark World does not seem to have such a product of civilization as shoddy engineering. Then I thought that this tomb had been torn by crackling battles between adventurers and monsters for thousands of years and was still strong. My courage gradually grew, and at this time the exit of the stairway had already appeared in front of me.
Standing in front of us is an arched ancient iron door. We can see through the vague firelight. The two rusty doors are engraved with many traces of angels, but they have been aged for a long time. The portraits, noses or faces are all blurry as if they have scars, but this does not affect our sense of the desolate and distant atmosphere.
Sister Sharna stopped in front of me. At this time, she exuded a cold fighting spirit, and her sea-blue eyes seemed to be burning fiercely in the firelight, so sharp that it was impossible to look directly at them.
She walked quietly to the door with silent steps, closed her eyes and listened carefully for a moment. Then he suddenly turned his head and nodded towards me.
"Acridine----, ah----"
The rusty door made a hard gasping sound, and was slowly opened with the full push of Sister Sharna's hands. The dim firelight was revealed from the crack in the door that was gradually opened, and then a wave of people's emotions came out. The shivering chill spread in the already dark and cold damp passage.
After opening the space for Xiaoxue's body to enter and exit, Sister Sharna stopped. He looked back at me again, and then took the lead to get in through the gap that looked like a devil's mouth. Following closely behind, I followed.
A cold pressure suddenly spread throughout the 360 pores in his body. Goosebumps all over the body stood up. This was not due to the temperature, because with an adventurer's physique, it didn't matter even if he ran naked in weather that was dozens of degrees below zero, of course. No one will give it a try...
This is a spiritual feeling. As if suppressed by something, the cold murderous aura rushed towards his face. It makes people feel cold from the bottom of their hearts. Even the little ghost hiding in the necklace is constantly moaning "It's so scary, so cold..." I seem to be able to outline this timid and pitiful thing in my mind. The little ghost huddled up in a ball, holding its head in both hands, grunting and shaking its little head while complaining in extreme distress.
After entering the door, what appeared in front of us was a rectangular hall. Instead of the dim magic lamp lighting, rows of torches were inserted on the walls of the hall. It is said that these torches have been imbued with eternal magic and were built from tombs. It has never been destroyed since then. Even if you take out one and sell it, you can become a millionaire. Of course, you must have the courage to face possible B and punishment from the entire Dark Continent...
These precious torches emit a faint and cool light, illuminating the entire hall brightly. There are no monsters around the hall, only a row of four stone tombs lying quietly. If you think that there will be burial objects in the stone tombs, you will be filled with joy. If you open it with joy, then the first thing that welcomes you is probably a pair of big withered yellow hands - these stone tombs have long been occupied by monsters, especially the ghouls, who have almost regarded the stone tombs as their own dwellings. Any adventurer whose lid is lifted will be subject to their crazy counterattack.
Sister Sharna has already produced her own weapon, which is a javelin shining with golden light. It seems that she has made great gains in the past few months. Then again, I still don’t have a golden javelin. weapons.
At this time, Sharna's whole body was exuding an icy aura, which was no weaker than the one coming from the depths of the hall. She tightened her delicate and beautiful facial features, and her sea-blue eyes were condensed together like a wild beast. She revealed a strong bloodthirsty murderous intention as if there was a layer of ice, and her raised brows were raised high, making the smile at the corner of her mouth look even more chilling and terrifying.
She flexibly turned the javelin in her hand, and then pierced the tip of the spear accurately into the gap between the coffin lid. With a slight lift, the entire coffin lid flipped up.
"Click----"
The moment the coffin lid was raised, a pair of withered yellow claws suddenly stretched out from the sarcophagus and moved towards her left shoulder. But what greeted those claws was a cold spear head, the owner of the claws --- -A yellowed ghoul couldn't catch it, and could only watch helplessly as his chest hit the tip of the gun.
With a dull sound of "Whoosh----", the ghoul's speed allowed the tip of the gun to successfully pierce its chest, and then the tip of the gun was raised high, throwing the entire ghoul high into the air. In an instant. The cold spear tip turned into an endless rainstorm and stabbed the ghoul in the air. The ghoul's body seemed to be swept away by a machine gun, twisting in various weird movements in mid-air, and when it landed with a bang, It had become a tattered corpse riddled with holes.
As if she had completed an extremely easy task, Sister Sharna walked directly to the next sarcophagus without even looking at it...
Although I have witnessed her confrontation with Kasha many times, seeing this scene still left me speechless. In terms of pure skills and proficiency in her own exclusive weapons, Sister Sharna is almost close to the adventurers of Harrogath. For her, the current first world only lacks level and skills.
Many uninformed adventurers would only interpret the power of Sister Sharna as the best among geniuses. But I understand how much blood and effort Sister Sharna has put in behind what they can’t see. When those ordinary adventurers were still playing in the mud with runny noses at the entrance of the village, Sister Sharna said goodbye to those who picked up leftovers. She lived a hard life and was kicked out of the tribe. She had already begun to struggle in the forest full of wild beasts and traps in order to eat a mouthful of bloody raw meat and a rotten and shriveled fruit; when other adventurers began to know how to hold it well With the wooden sword in her hand, Sister Sharna has begun to master the skill of snatching food from the mouths of beasts. When other adventurous people began to try to slit the hen's throat with trembling hands, hundreds of monsters died in the hands of Sister Sharna...
Full of talent and perseverance. She has a cold personality, speaks her mind, is bloodthirsty and has an untamable nature... no matter how many words she uses, she can't completely modify her contradictory existence. This is Sister Sharna. A beast rescued from a world of beasts. Even if he lived in Rogge Camp for more than ten years, he could not erase the wildness that had been integrated into his soul.
Recovering from the memory of talking to Kasha. Sister Sharna had silently annihilated all the ghouls in the four sarcophagi, and was currently bending down to collect a few silver coins and a small bottle of light life potion that exploded on the ground into her arms.
"Just keep going."
She suddenly turned around, and her cold snake-like eyes made me freeze. I took a step back unconsciously - the person in front of me was still the same Shar who could talk to me in a sometimes harsh and sometimes gentle tone. Sister Na?
"you----"
Seeing my look, she was slightly startled, blinked her eyes, her suffocating eyes seemed to melt like ice and snow, and finally relaxed, followed by a feeling of deep loneliness.
Yes, this is my true face. Even you can't accept me like this?
Her heart felt like it was being twisted. Even so, Sharna gritted her teeth silently and looked at the other person without saying a word.
"Sister, let's go, Andalil is right in front of us."
In those dazed and disbelieving eyes, I dragged her left hand hard. Perhaps, without Kasha's words, I would be afraid and hesitant, but now, my only thought is to protect her. .
After being dragged for several meters, Sharna finally reacted. The gloom in her eyes was swept away. The joy blooming all over her body was like the cold goddess of war suddenly showing her shy look, which made people unable to move their eyes. It's a pity that I, who is walking in front, am not blessed to enjoy this short-lived and peerless beauty...
Opposite the hall is a straight passage. At the end of the passage is a huge wooden door. The endless chill is constantly emanating from there.
Andalil is only separated from us by a wooden door. Whenever I think of this, my heart beats "bang bang" and the blood in my body can't help but boil. I suppress my restless heart because The protagonist today is not me.
"It will take more than a month for Andariel to be resurrected. Are you really..."
In front of the wooden door, Sister Sharna turned back again and looked at me with complicated eyes. This was her third confirmation.
"What's wrong with you, Sister Sharna..."
I grabbed her shoulders, the confusion and anger in my heart finally bursting out.
"Didn't you vow to defeat Andariel before? I don't know what your purpose was, but you already have this strength, why are you still hesitating? Is the oath really not important to you? What you want to achieve Can we really give up our purpose like this?"
Something is wrong. From the moment I first met Sister Sharna, I felt something was wrong. She was not the cold and determined girl she usually was. At this time, Sister Sharna was like a porcelain bottle. It can break into pieces if pushed.
I don't know what she is wavering about, and I don't know what exactly makes her waver, but I do know that fighting Andariel in this situation is simply looking for death.
"No, no, how could you just give up like that? I want them to regret it. I want to tell them that I, Sharna..."
Sharna lowered her head and murmured unconsciously. She could feel a frightening momentum tumbling violently in her silent heart, and it could explode at any time.
I suddenly reached out my hand, pulled on that cold white face, and twisted it gently...
It feels really good. Compared with Alice, it has its own merits. But in terms of satisfaction, this one is better. After all, Alice can pull it whenever she wants. I compared it secretly...
Caught off guard, Sister Sharna suddenly raised her head and looked at me with wide eyes. This was probably the first time in her life that she had been bullied like this, and the target was her younger brother who she couldn't beat, so she was stunned for a moment.
"The majestic and indifferent Sharna before is my sister Wu Fan!!"
Before she could come to her senses, I rubbed her shoulders seriously and said, if I wait for her to react, I will be finished...
"That's right. I didn't expect that I would be blinded by my past weakness. The way I looked just now was so embarrassing."
She slowly raised her head, smiling widely. The confidence and arrogance bursting out of her eyes were so sharp that it was almost impossible to breathe. At this moment, standing in front of me was the queen of Rogge’s camp, the arrogant witch. Sharna.
After giving me a serious look, she turned around and walked towards the door. From that indomitable momentum, I finally realized that the biggest gap between me and my sister was not skills or experience, but that passion. Confidence and pride that penetrate into the bones.
What I lack is this kind of fighting spirit that comes from the depths of my soul.
"Ey-"
The wooden door was slowly pushed open, and an evil and cold gaze, like a stabbing knife, penetrated through the gap. Just when I was frightened by this gaze...
"Asshole brother, what happened just now, I will settle it with you when I get back."
Sister Sharna's feigned angry scolding came over me. I was slightly stunned. Then, the little figure in front of me pushed hard. All the coldness and evil were frozen in front of her dazzling light. Dissolve.
