Diablo: I am a Nephalem

Chapter 146 The Temptation of Bartuk
Under the gold coins, there were pieces of fragmented and rotten corpses. Obviously, these were the remains of the people who came here first.

Khadgar lowered his head and inspected carefully, this skeleton with almost no visible muscle tissue was wrapped in rotten leather armor, and I don't know how many years have passed.

"It seems that there was a melee here." Khadgar analyzed, "And they were not finished at the same time."

"What does that mean?" Cook said disdainfully.

"I mean, some of these guys have been dead for a long time, even hundreds of years; but some guys have just died so recently that their bodies haven't even decayed much." Khadgar replied.

Cook was more proficient than Khadgar in the study of corpses, but he still wanted to hear what the old man would say next.

"Looks like they all died pretty badly."

"No, that's not what I mean." Khadgar shook his head, "What I want to know is who killed them?"

"Don't they look like they're killing each other?"

"It's okay to kill each other, but it doesn't mean that no one will survive to the end every time?" Khadgar said the key. "If someone survived, why didn't he take these treasures away?"

"What are you trying to say?" Cook frowned upon hearing this.

"Look, these two corpses are very problematic!" Khadgar pointed to the two corpses beside him.

They still maintained the posture of piercing each other's bodies with swords until they died. One of them had his mouth wide open and looked like he was so frightened by the horrifying scene before his death that he screamed wildly.

On the other body, only wisps remained, with a few clumps of hair attached to the bare skull.

"This soldier is obviously much older than the other one!" Khadgar frowned, "They don't seem to be from the same age at all!"

At this moment, powerful mana fluctuations came from the patterns around the hall, and even Dion, who had the weakest mana, could feel it.

"No! Get out of here, it's dangerous!" Khadgar shouted first.

"No one is allowed to move!" Cook suddenly ordered loudly, "What are you afraid of? I came this time for the treasure of the palace. Now that the treasure is right in front of me, why are you still afraid of that ridiculous mechanism?"

Khadgar and Dion looked at each other. Although rationality urged him to leave quickly, greed made the two of them take root and stood still.

After the shock, a platform with steps rose slowly from the jewels at the other end of the hall.A mummy was lying on the platform, and a pair of armor was still wrapped around the body.

"What's that? Better equipment?" Cook didn't hesitate any longer, stepping on the gold coins and gems and rushed over.

The mummy on the platform was dressed as an army, with well-made boots on both sides, and there were a few strands of cloth on it that looked like trousers.

A breastplate crookedly covered the chest, and there was a tattered silk shirt underneath.

Under the body of the mummy was a royal-style robe, which covered most of the platform.

The armor on the legs was scattered and slanted there, just like the bones there, as if something had broken them all together.

"What's that?" Khadgar's eyes were fixed on the armor itself, and he didn't notice anything other than the dark red that was dyed disturbing.

"This is a ritual." Cook, who has studied these things, explained, "The neck of this mummy faces north, but his head wearing a helmet has been chopped off and completely separated from the corpse. The best way is to make sure he doesn't cause any trouble again by yelling."

"And the mana spells engraved on the walls around them are also used to suppress the dark energy in its body, but..."

Speaking of this, even Cook shook his head, as if something affected his thinking.

"So who is he?" Khadgar was puzzled by Cook's vague words. "Is he a nobleman?"

"Aristocrat? Huh, how is it possible!" Cook suddenly said loudly.

He pointed to the red breastplate on the mummy's chest, "This used to be a terrifying demon lord! I only saw these things in the records about Bartuk!"

"Blood God of War?" Hearing Bartuk's name, both Khadgar and Dion took a step back subconsciously.

"How is this possible, why is Bartuk here?"

"Of course he's not Batuk himself!" Cook said fiercely, "but it must have something to do with Batuk."

Batuk, the name that can stop a child from crying.

The guy who almost ruled the sanctuary by himself, and even feared the demons he summoned.Even though he has been dead for a long time, his bad reputation still scares future generations.

"Devil Summoning?" Dion thought of Chen Hao for some reason, "It is indeed a very powerful magic."

"We should stay away from him." Khadgar's body trembled a little, "Cook, you said you only want the treasure here."

"That's right, I didn't come here to die." Even though the clay troll like a hill was standing beside him, Cook couldn't help but backed down.

As a senior necromancer, the more you know, the more you will be in awe.

However, they didn't notice that the eyes of the paladin who had been silently following the two of them were glowing red at this moment.

"Let's collect these treasures first." Cook ordered, then pointed to another small pile of gems, "You are an elder, and I allow you to collect the treasures over there."

"Thank you, Nephew Cook." Khadgar grinned almost to his cheeks after hearing this, "When I see that girl Kaisha, I will definitely persuade her to marry you."

"Kasha? Oh, I don't think that woman is of any use to me."

"No, nephew Cook, Kai'Sa is different from before!" Khadgar tried to sell his niece, "She is very lucky, the equipment on her body is either dark gold or rune language, and the worst is bright gold. Not only In this way, she has also mastered several sets of rune language collocations, she is definitely qualified to be worthy of you."

"Oh? Really?" Cook also became interested after hearing this, "If this is really the case, then I can indeed consider it."

Just as the two were bargaining for Kai'Sa, a "click, click" sound suddenly came from all directions.

Khadgar straightened, and a mummified body came into view.

"This is."

The zombie warrior slowly approached him, and the empty eye sockets made people shudder.

"Nephew Cook, look behind you!"

Before Cook could turn around, the loyal troll swung his palm down and flattened a zombie warrior.

The guys who died in the hall before, whether they were corpses or skeletons, stood up one after another at this moment, moving towards the living people in the hall.

"Oh, I finally know why no living people have walked out from here before!" Seeing the undead warriors standing up one by one, Cook frowned, "I should have thought that they had already become one of them. "

"￥%...@!" Khadgar yelled out a spell, and the nearest skeleton was instantly melted in the flames.

But soon, the flame on the top of Khadgar's staff was also extinguished at any time.

"My spell." Khadgar's face changed drastically, "Nephew Cook, my mana is greatly restricted here."

However, at this time, Cook didn't pay attention to the "uncle" of the foreign race. Holding the staff, he pointed at Dieng who ran to the steps at some point, and shouted loudly: "Dion, you bastard, give it to me!" lay down!"

(End of this chapter)