"..."
Faced with the question of the wild boar, Ed stopped and remained silent.
It wasn't that he was embarrassed because he couldn't answer, but because he didn't have to answer the question at all.
"Well……"
Wild Boar El was holding a lamp in his hand and carrying a large box on his back that was ready to be loaded with. He stood as stiffly as a wooden stake, daring not to move for a long time, as if he was a continuously heated cylinder. Finally, he said loudly:
"I remembered, go left, definitely go left!"
"Let's go." Ed said calmly.
"Okay, okay..."
El finally breathed a sigh of relief, bowed his head and bent over like a prisoner again, and walked forward carrying the box on his back.
After walking around for a while, Ed finally felt that the route in front of him became clearer and clearer, and the layout of the stone pillars was very similar to what he had seen in his memory.
Almost there——
The original stone wall was gone, replaced by a barrier built of gravel. It seemed that Issyk had deliberately blocked this place before leaving.
Under the point-like light source of the lantern, the surrounding uneven stone walls were covered with scorched marks from the flames, which seemed to be a grimace twisted in pain.
"The road is blocked, do you see...?" Il unloaded the big wooden box behind him and asked nervously, but also a little expectantly.
"There's a pickaxe in the box, dig it out."
Ed ordered that in order to prevent unexpected situations, he specially asked El to bring some second-hand tools from the Denver antique store. Then he walked around, his eyes scanning the scorch marks on the battlefield——
A deep ravine was drawn on the ground, and the giant sword thrown by Issyk was deflected by some force in mid-air. Perhaps it was the barrier generated by the "Lake" secret text, or it was deflected by another attack.
It seems that the white crow blocked Issik's attack, or at least was not fatally hit...
However, the traces of the subsequent battle disappeared mysteriously, as if the white crow disappeared after blocking the blow.
Strange... Could it be that he escaped using the "Moon Shadow" secret text?
How many kinds of secret scripts can this guy use...?
Ed had to look for clues from other directions. On the other side, the scorched marks on the ground showed a shallow layer of claw marks left by four claws running. The claw marks kept changing directions, as if they were dodging something——
This is the footprint of Hofende. He avoided the flame demon's ray and took the opportunity to pounce on Issek, who had just thrown the weapon. The two started fighting on the ground, and some of the burned and curled hair on the ground was also can confirm this.
The dark red dried blood formed a spot-like radiating line, and then a large number of claw marks appeared on the ground, but this time the footprints were more panicked and even climbed up the wall.
Perhaps Elder Issik stabbed Hofende with some kind of sharp instrument he carried. The disappearance of the white crow also made it lose its will to fight, and then it fled outside...
Ed continued to move forward along the claw marks for some distance, and his idea was indeed confirmed——
A broken snake-shaped silver dagger was abandoned in the corner. The end of the dagger stabbed a rotten eyeball, which was exuding pus and stench.
This is a ritual tool of the Nirvana Order. Ed remembered clearly that he had the exact same thing in his hand, which was captured from members of the Nirvana Order.
Although silver is considered a soft metal and not suitable for being made into weapons, it is extremely harmful to werewolves. Such a pure silver ceremonial dagger may not be able to penetrate Hofende's bones, but piercing soft tissue like an eyeball is not a problem - especially in the hands of Issik.
After being pierced in the eye, Hofend must have fled in a hurry. At the same time, he pulled out the silver dagger inserted into the eyeball to prevent the allergic reaction caused by the silverware from further deepening. Ed thought in his mind.
"Lord Crow, I've dug it!"
After hearing El's shout, Ed reconfirmed the information on the ground that had not been missed before returning to the entrance of the tomb.
I saw that El had used a pickaxe to dig out a hole that was half a person's height, enough for a person to squat down and get in.
Through the hole, the golden-red palace shines like a mirage. A dazzling array of jewels and jades were spread on the ground like worthless stones, and the golden coffin with a shiny twelve-pointed star on the top reflected the luster of the sun.
Knowledge, wealth, power, endless treasures fill the tomb of the greatest magician, carrying centuries of loneliness and longing, seeming to silently tell his legend.
"Are you going in first, or...?" Wild Boar El stood at the entrance of the cave and smiled flatteringly.
Ed quietly pressed his left hand under his robe on the trigger of the Volcano pistol. At this point, El is no longer useful, so it's best to kill him first to avoid causing trouble later.
only……
Suddenly an idea came to his mind.
"No, you go first." Ed pushed the lid of the wooden box and closed it.
"Okay, as you command... Sir." El nodded, threw away the pickaxe far away in front of Ed, and got in on his stomach. His fat body was stuck in the newly dug hole, like a wild boar trying to get into a dog hole, struggling and twisting a few times before it managed to get in.
At this time, Ed quietly took a few steps back...
…
finally……
El stood up and looked at the coveted treasure in front of him, feeling that all the humiliation and hard work he had endured over the past few months were worth it.
It's true, everything said in the crow's divination is true.
The light of gold was so bright that it almost blinded him. He picked up a scepter with strange metal patterns on the ground, put a crown full of gems on his head, and tightened his trouser legs. He grabbed a handful of gold coins and stuffed them into his clothes until his whole body was covered in gold.
The feeling of being wrapped in gold above your head, under your feet, and all over is so wonderful and sweet.
After closing his eyes and enjoying the swelling happiness, he raised his head and saw that the crow had just entered the hole and was walking straight towards the crystal bird's claw on the coffin. In El's mind, there should have been a red gem there, but at this moment it seemed to be replaced by a metal card.
But El didn't care. His only idea now was to pack as much as possible - and then leave before the crows did.
After putting rings on every finger and putting a lot of necklaces around his neck, El looked up again and watched carefully——
The crow seemed to be attracted by the card and was studying something with his head down.
There you have it, this is the time!
Sensing this wonderful opportunity, El hurriedly waded a few times in the ocean of gold and fled towards the entrance of the cave. These things seemed to give him extra mental strength, and he walked towards the cave entrance with quick steps.
When he entered, he deliberately pretended to be reluctant to let the crows lower their guard, so that he could escape smoothly when the crows were not paying attention.
A crow's cry came from behind, and El knew success or failure depended on this:
He swooped down, pushed his feet on the ground, and slid out along the hole like a piece of soap, and then used the scepter to hit the prepared support point hard——
This was Irliu's last resort. When he was digging the gravel, he deliberately left a fragile support. As long as he hit the support point hard, the hole would collapse again.
The legendary mage's scepter was indeed extremely powerful, and the rubble suddenly crashed down, filling the gap.
Without a pickaxe, even if Crow's hands were made of steel, it would still take more than ten minutes to dig through this place with his hands. By then, he would have escaped from here with the treasure and boarded the ferry to live happily ever after.
No...what if there are hammers, chisels and the like in the tomb?
El was about to open the box and put his treasures into the wooden box, but his hand stopped halfway.
No, I have to get out of here quickly.
He held up the crown on his head, ignored the loot box, and ran back along the way he came.
At first he ran very fast, as if he had endless strength in his body.
Huchi...
Gradually, El suddenly felt that his body was becoming heavier and sticky, and his heart was pounding as if it was going to explode.
Huchihuchi...
No, we should have run far enough, let’s rest for a while...
He wanted to put down the scepter in his hand to rest for a while, but found that he couldn't get rid of it.
El raised the scepter, and then he saw clearly that the scepter was slowly melting. Metal barbs appeared at the point where the scepter came into contact with the palm, piercing into his skin.
He stretched out his left hand and tried to pull off the barbs, but only slimy flesh and blood came out.
hiss--
The pain was unforgettable, and the sharp thorns were like screws that were turned deeper and deeper, but with a numb and itchy feeling. He wanted to let go of his left hand, but found that it was also stuck.
Is there something wrong with this scepter? !
No……
Suddenly, as if he was waking up from a dream, El noticed that the itching sensation not only stayed on his hands, but also covered his head, neck, body, and everywhere——
The melting jewelry and gold coins stuck to his body like scales, making him itchy and unbearable, and he had to scratch...
It's so itchy...
El screamed, tearing at his body in panic as he ran, blood flying everywhere, and heartache, but he could never get rid of these things.
After stumbling for an unknown amount of time, Il was finally exhausted and fell to the ground panting. Metal spikes flowed freely in his blood vessels, and every movement was a heartbreaking pain.
There is a rustling sound next to my ears...
It was the crow that was chasing me.
"Lord Crow, please save me, I can explain...I really didn't mean it...Okay, I can be your slave..."
El looked up at the red eyes in front of him and said with tears in his throat, trying to grasp the last illusory straw.
However, the red light in front of him was not the reflection of the crow mask's eyepiece, but the reflection of another kind of pupil.
Split blood-red pupils...
The putrid breath hit his face.
