The temperature in the cave was extremely low, like an open cold storage. The eerie cold air surged out, making the four men standing in a row shiver.
Aragorn's secret passage is troublesome, and the cave seems to lead directly to the netherworld. Just standing outside the cave makes his whole body creepy.
He took off his backpack and prepared to make a simple torch. Russell reached out and put his hand on his shoulder, shaking his head and saying: "It's already the third era in Middle-earth, and you are still using torches. It's too primitive. Stand aside and let me do it."
Russell pushed Aragorn away, pretended to recite a few spells that no one understood, raised his hand and waved forward, using the illumination spell.
Ding!
In an instant, Russell's whole body was glowing, making the three of Aragorn unable to open their eyes.
"Russell, it's too bright. Can the light source be smaller?"
Gimli complained, tears streaming down his face.
Russell didn't speak. He concentrated his magic power and the light around him dispersed. Only the Adamantium alloy knife glowed, and the light spread evenly to the front.
Well, actually this is the magic version of the flashlight, which is a human battery.
"Gimli, is this okay?" Russell asked.
"It's much better. Your lighting skills are really amazing." Jinli sighed sincerely: "Just now, the coldness penetrated into my bones and my teeth chattered. Now it's much better. Not only is it not cold, it's even..."
I even want to laugh a little!
Gimli looked at Russell's lighting skills and compared them with Gandalf. He wanted to laugh but didn't dare. Offended Russell, he could only chew tree bark for three meals.
Russell took the lead, and the four of them walked into the winding cave. This was a passage that ran through Dingmo Mountain. It was built in the last era. It was very spacious, a little colder, but well-preserved.
The passage is very dry, with a thick layer of dust, probably due to the undead, and there are few traces of life activities. Insects, ants, poisonous snakes, bats and beasts, these common creatures in caves, have no trace here.
Click! Click! Click————
As people gradually went deeper, decayed skeletons appeared on both sides of the passage. The stone wall was hollowed out, and the skeletons were neatly stacked inside. Under their feet, countless skulls covered the ground, and when they walked on them, they made crisp sounds.
Jin Li was brave and good at fighting, but when faced with the undead, he became a ball. Although he was already a ball, he shivered and followed Russell as close to the light source as possible.
Everyone continued to move forward and walked out of the cave passage. In front of them was a huge hollow. A hemispherical square was hollowed out of the mountain, with a building similar to an altar or a cemetery in the center. Seeing this scene, Gimli held Russell's hand and breathed carefully.
"Uh-huh--"
Muffled wails sounded from all directions, and a faint green light loomed in the darkness. Staring at the light and shadow, they transformed into skeleton soldiers wearing armor.
The translucent body was suspended in mid-air. There were more and more undead like this between reality and reality, approaching densely, surrounding the four people.
These undead were armed with spears, and some were even riding on war horses, with pale flags dancing and fluttering. They surrounded them without saying a word, and their figures were heavy, vaguely like bushes under the winter mist.
The Adamantium alloy knife in Russell's hand bloomed with light, but it was of no use. His lighting technique could only illuminate, but could not disperse the undead.
Feeling the sudden drop in temperature, he took out the sand eagle and held it in his hand. No matter whether these undead souls could hurt people, he didn't want them to get too close.
More and more undead gathered, but strangely no sound was made. The only sound source in the entire square was Gimli's teeth, tapping in a cheerful rhythm.
"Who intruded into my territory?"
Whispers came from the direction of the altar. The not-so-loud sound echoed in the hollow of the mountain, slowly amplifying into a hurricane-like roar.
The four Russells looked for the sound and saw that it was a skinny green undead. Different from other undead, he wore a crown and a red cloak outside his translucent rotten body.
【Ding】
[The host comes into contact with the plot character Denhalo's undead and triggers the lottery. Do you want to draw now? 】
Hearing the system beep, Russell was a little confused. There was a high possibility of drawing a character card, but whether the undead was worth drawing still needed to be considered.
If it is a rookie who is not reused, wouldn’t it be a loss?
Russell was deserting, while Aragorn confronted the undead leader forcefully: "I am Aragorn, the master you are about to serve!"
The leader of the undead seemed to be on a different channel from Aragorn. Faced with his provocation, he said to himself: "The undead have set up a dragnet. This will be your burial place."
"Join us and become part of us!"
The undead leader let out a hollow roar, like a horn of attack, and countless undead drew their swords and swarmed towards the four people.
"This thing really can't hurt anyone?"
Russell was hesitant about this, and the sand eagle swept around and pulled the trigger to fire rapidly. The magic bullets poured out, scattering the surrounding undead into smoke.
The penetrating power of the bullets was extremely strong, and each bullet penetrated more than a dozen undead souls, and did not disappear until the magic power was exhausted.
"Hiss!!!!"
There was a collective gasp in the square. The leader of the undead raised his trembling arms and pointed at Russell. His faintly shining eyes reminded Russell of his companions in the Fellowship of the Ring. They had this look every time they cooked in a pot.
"Kill him and avenge the clan! Get in line, I'll go first!"
The undead leader shouted, drew his sword and rushed towards Russell, but the next second, he was pushed down by the charging soldiers.
"Kill, kill, kill!"
"Asshole, don't squeeze! Whoever steps on me, I am your king..."
"Kill, kill, kill!"
There seemed to be something strange mixed in with the sound of killing in the sky. Russell did not pay attention. Facing the swarming undead, he raised the sand eagle and fired magic bullets.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang————
As the attack continued, the barrel of the Sand Eagle overheated, and Russell was forced to stop the attack.
At this time, he realized that something was wrong. The undead army was all directed at him, leaving Aragorn and the three of them alone. Moreover, after he stopped attacking, the undead also stopped charging and gathered around, roaring angrily but not taking action.
"Get out of the way! Get out of my way, you idiots!"
There was a bit of commotion in the undead pile. Soon, the leader of the undead pushed aside the soldiers blocking the way and strode out. With his long sword standing on his chest, he shouted angrily: "Wizard, I want to duel with you."
Russell and Aragorn looked at each other. All four of them had the same idea. Is this guy stupid?
Russell thought secretly, seemed to have thought of something, and curled his lips: "I can't duel you, my magic power is exhausted, I can kill you or chop you into pieces."
The undead leader waved his hand: "No problem, I'll wait for you to recover your magic power and have a fair duel!"
"Forget it, we won't win without force. For the sake of your chivalry, the four of us will leave here."
With that said, Russell turned around and left.
Snap!
The undead leader passed through Russell's body and knelt down in front of him: "Master Wizard, please be kind and kill me!"
