Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

In addition to the four infinitely large strange rooms on the second floor, there are some other rooms.

The room facing the Khorne Gate exit was rather spartan, with a wooden bed and simple furniture, and broken clocks scattered throughout. There is also a small lockbox hidden under the bed, which contains several bags of clock-related parts. In addition, there is a bag containing nearly 200 imperial crowns, a bag of 7 priceless turquoises, and a bag containing 2 black pearls. bag. The strange thing is that there is no one in the room, only a glass of mulled wine that has gone cold.

The room next to the bedroom is a little weird. The door is locked from the inside. The walls and door have been treated with magic to prevent magic from leaking out. There is also a layer of forbidden enchantment spell on the door. After Asanok stood at the door and sensed it, he discovered that there was terrible magic in the house, magic that was so terrible that he couldn't handle it. Instead of opening the door, he threw a handful of red beans to signal danger.

Asanok made the right decision, as a swirling vortex of brown smoke filled the room, smelling heavily of bile. There is a high probability that you will be sucked into the whirlpool when you enter the room and disappear forever in the medieval world. The other-world version of the two-dimensional world is a direct train, reporting directly to the Chaos Demon Realm and enjoying the embrace and blessings of Nurgle.

The two rooms next to it are more normal. One is a storage room for useless things, and the other is a small kitchen. A half-eaten roasted rat sat in a roasting pan, and a chamber pot sat next to an adjacent vent.

It was obvious that the feces in the kitchen on the first floor fell from here, and there were living people in the castle. However, that person was like hide and seek, and the team has not been able to find that person for a long time.

The last room was arranged like a studio. The room looked shabby, the ink had dried, the paper was torn, and the wrapped stacks of letters were falling apart under the ravages of time.

Through contact and interaction, Asanok made a friend, Lermontov Goethe, the owner of this room. The two of them did not discuss magic or academics, but the philosophy of life and death.

Goethe was a very irritable and difficult old man who had one major problem, he didn't believe he was dead, even though his bones were scattered around the chair.

Asanok told Goethe that he was dead through philosophical methods, but Goethe did not understand, and still stubbornly believed that he was not dead, and insisted that it was 1980 in the imperial calendar. During the conversation, he did not find any valuable items, only some secular letters from humans. Perhaps... taking these letters out would produce some value, but this meant nothing to him or the elves. He knew that the team was ending. After the journey to Dragonstone Keep, you will follow the mountains into Athel Loren.

However, Asanok got a valid piece of information from Goethe, and Drakfels' magic book was hidden in the castle. He had no intention of embarrassing Goethe. Before closing the door, he said to Goethe: Enjoy the last time.

Connecting the first, second and third floors is an attic filled with sundries, carpets, old chairs, murals, rocking horses, children's toys and other odds and ends. There's an ominous twist to them all, children's toys with human gallstones and taut sinews, a rocking horse with a semi-skeletal head, and a set of wooden toy soldiers that seem to be sealed into their souls. The soldier's face was changing subtly every moment.

"The real danger is that clock."

The clock is a large cuckoo clock with only one hand. As Kradin's team searched, the clock suddenly chimed loudly and the single needle began to spin at high speed, followed by some terrible magical effects, but Asanok blocked it. In addition to its magical effects, the clock also swings an elastic pendulum chain to attack, and creates hallucinatory images to perform mental attacks. However, this attack is too childish for elves and has a childhood beauty.

The cuckoo in the clock will also fly out and attack, just like the shrike, pecking violently. When injured, the cuckoo will turn into a fanatical killing machine. However, the cuckoo has been knocked down by Delina's spear and was defeated. Latin's iron boots crushed him to pieces. Under the clock is an iron hook with a bunch of iron keys hanging on it. These iron keys may be used to open the door, but the elf no longer needs them.

"The furnishings, including the table and chairs, are integrated with the clock."

"That is to say... when the clock strikes time, there is a chance that these items will be triggered to attack? Interesting... this triggered memories of my childhood." After Darkus said a strange thing, he asked again, " Can it be sealed?"

After receiving a definite answer, Darkus prepared to take the cuckoo clock back to Naggaroth. Now that we are building a museum, we must add some things to the museum to make it colorful, otherwise it will be too monotonous.

"You guys..." Soon, Darkus' attention was no longer on the cuckoo clock. He looked at the passage leading here on the first floor and asked speechlessly.

"Only part of the way in, Mordax and Marlock are still guarding outside. This castle has been here for a long time, and they...as neighbors want to come in and have a look. This is a very good opportunity, isn't it?" Lin Twin smiled evilly at first, and then pointed at the dragonborn emerging from the passage.

Malatex, Ashdalon, Caleder, Scarandir, Avanach, Sesin-Hal, Carmine, Ibas and Agatagu, Akregon The brothers came in, wearing all kinds of fire-resistant and elven-resistant robes like togas. They held various standard weapons and shields in their hands. It seemed that they had been handed over from the large troops staying in the courtyard. The whole outfit looks nondescript, looking like an adventurer from a distance, and looking like a well-fed Roman street wanderer up close, which is very funny.

"So... next is the circus?"

Darkus nodded, expressing his understanding. With the size of the red dragon, the environment around the castle was too small. There was really nothing going on outside. It was normal for half of the people to stay outside and watch the scene, and the other half to come back out of curiosity. As Splinterwin said, most of the red dragons that came in live in the Black Mountains and Gray Mountains. You can see Dragon Rock Castle as soon as you walk past. This opportunity is so good. It would be a pity not to come in and take a look. If If it were him, he should have come in long ago?

After some instructions and re-dividing the teams, the elves and dragonborn set off.

A spiral staircase connects the first and third floors. The team did not encounter the ghost-breaking situation that they would have encountered, such as being trapped in the spiral staircase and climbing up the stairs, or going down and being trapped in the stairs forever. middle. The casters destroyed the magic barrier, allowing the team to safely reach the dungeon, yes, the dungeon. Longyan Castle is evil and weird. The stairs leading to the third floor did not take the team to the third floor, but to the basement.

When the team came to the corridor of the dungeon, they encountered a sad existence. A charming-looking sex demon was chained to a chair. Perhaps she was imprisoned by Drakfels as a concubine a long time ago? Unable to escape, she was angry at her long magical imprisonment, but she was no longer angry now, and she was happily sent away by the team.

The death scream of the desire demon was like a signal, and the battle began. Mhawa, the corpse demon champion who escaped in the Battle of Altdorf, waved his remaining right arm and directed people to pour out of each room. The Tomb Warriors attacked the team. Behind the army of the dead was a group of greenskins who could be called big guys.

The team's experience in fighting in the aisle is so rich that it can produce a lot of papers. Many people in the team had been to Queza before, and they had seen Shakespati display his power. The battle only lasted a moment, and a metal jet spurted out from the corner...

The battle is over and the world is clean again.

Mhawa, who once ruled all of Wobergland, died and disappeared completely. Her shield with the dead wolf did not protect her.

On the left side of the corridor is a theater in the room. There are some scattered chairs in the room, surrounded by a small stage, with curtains on both sides blocking the booths. As the team entered the room, the lighting around the stage and inside the room changed subtly. When the lights stabilized, the seven puppets entered the stage and jumped up with somersaults and other fancy moves as if they were performing fancy tricks. Then, a puppet in formal clothes appears on the stage, taps a stick on the floor to attract the attention of the visitors, and when the visitors look at him, he announces that the entertainment has begun.

The chairs scattered on the ground were rearranged by the elves and dragonborn. The elves who were ready for battle sat casually on the chairs and quietly watched what new tricks the puppets would bring. In comparison, the dragonborn seemed a bit restrained. They had never seen these tricks before they had just transformed into dragons. Among them, only Aiwanach, who often observed humans, was more comfortable.

Aiwanah crossed his legs, leaned on the back of the chair and spoke in dragon language, holding a cigarette between his fingers. He seemed to be commenting while telling his friends what they should do and expressing some emotion? Soon, the dragonborn's restraint was extinguished by the dimmed lights, and the performance officially began.

Darkus, who was sitting there, rubbed his chin and looked up at the lights on the roof. Although the way was different from his previous life, the effect was the same. He counted a total of eight puppets with the same human body shape, wearing various costumes.

Drakfels used to enjoy watching his magical puppets humiliate and belittle his "guests," eager to perform again after being activated for so long.

"They are performing the deeds when we came in? Yes, the deeds when we came in." Sitting there, Ren asked and answered in a low voice, because he saw the puppet imitating him and holding up the non-existent blade of reality. He slashed at the non-existent gargoyle on the ground, but the difference was that the puppet spoke sarcastic and vicious words that he had never said at all.

"Oh, look, look at you, what do you see? You're still drunk! Hush! You smell so bad, don't you, smelly, smelly elf!" Soon, the performance gradually escalated, among which One of them slapped the wood next to him and said some strange words.

However, the puppet's performance only received sparse applause. They performed the scene when Darkus slapped Cradin, but it had no show effect. Who made the previous visitors all elves? If replaced by It was the elf who said this to the dwarf, and the effect of the show was really great.

Perhaps because of the poor performance, the puppets began to act out some scenes from the past. During the performance, the host holding a wooden stick played the dual role of the chief narrator and the great magician himself. This performance was quite interesting, because the elves present did not know Drakfels as well as Darkus and Genevieve, so it was considered a popular science performance.

As the puppet show gradually escalated, the scene became more and more heated. One of the puppets played the role of a clown in a drama, mocking the arrogance of the elves and the dragonborn's appearance after transforming into dragons. The host waved the wooden stick in his hand and kept talking sarcastic words, which made the audience indifferent. Maybe it was because of the poor effect of the program. The performance became more and more vicious, and their sarcasm towards the elves and dragonborn became more and more vicious. It became sarcasm, and the words became more and more harsh, even a little insulting.

The smiles on the faces of the elves gradually solidified, and they felt a bit disappointed and angry. They were tired of this kind of performance, especially when the puppets played the three victims of Asrai. The dragonborn's brows gradually furrowed. They were arrogant and didn't like this kind of performance either. Then they no longer looked towards the stage, but towards Darkus who was sitting there staring at the stage.

"It's a bit boring... Mr. Drakefels' life lacks a trace of vitality." Darkus, who felt the gaze, commented. In line with the principle of "come and come," he did not signal to end this boring performance. He stuck his head out and said to Cowell, who was sitting not far away and looked bored, "Mr. Cowell...in the elf way? Yes, maybe it's time to change it and let Mr. Drakefels open his eyes." ”

"I am very willing to give a wonderful performance to everyone here." Cowell was stunned for a moment after hearing the whisper in his ear, and then nodded thoughtfully. Then, he stood up and bowed.

When Cowell rolled onto the stage, Darkus gestured to Tolandir again.

The wooden stick in the hand of the host puppet is a magic item that can shoot fireballs, but now it has misfired. The casters discovered the problem with the wooden stick the moment they entered the room. As the intense music played from the lute in Tolandir's hand, Cowell jumped, swayed, and swayed. Just when Darkus thought he was about to dance to Section 3, he snatched the puppet away. stick in hand.

The relatively exciting performance began. Cowell looked like he was performing a mime, raising the wooden stick in his hand and looking at it with a funny expression. Then he turned around and shook the host who was trying to take back the stick. When he turned around, the stick was held in his arms like a wish. He stood on the stage with the movement of a tango prelude, holding the stick in his arms. The stick was caressed from top to bottom by the outer phalanx of his left hand like a lover.

Then, Cowell turned around again and shook away the puppet that was jumping at him. When he faced the audience, he lifted the stick up with both hands as if having a fit.

"Light, light, light, put the light on him quickly." After seeing Cowell's actions, Darkus quickly signaled.

When the lights are focused, when the performance elicits bursts of laughter and applause. Cowell nodded with satisfaction. At this moment, he was like the leading actor on the stage. His movements were both elegant and funny. Every turn and every movement showed his outstanding acting skills. With the focus of the lights, his performance became more vivid. The wooden stick was like a baton in his hand. Under his command, the puppets seemed to come alive and were played around by him. The audience could not help but follow his movements. Rhythm and laughter.

"Sublimated!" commented the applauding Darkus.

Cowell's performance is not just pure comedy, every swing of the stick has a profound meaning. In his performance, Dacus seems to see an interpretation of life, a deep understanding of joy and sorrow, and a ruthless mockery of the puppets. Maybe it’s because Darkus is over-interpreting it? Just like when doing reading comprehension, what role does the blue curtain behind the back play in the text.

As the music played by Tolandir reaches its climax, Cowell's performance changes accordingly. The wooden stick is no longer a baton, but a dueling sword. He puts the wooden stick in his hand like a dueling sword, as if he is a skilled swordsman. The puppets on the stage also moved with his movements, following his instructions as if they were alive.

Cowell's figure, with his hands behind his back and holding the wooden stick flat, looked tall and majestic against the light. His movements were sharp and precise, and every swing seemed to be performing a gorgeous swordsmanship. The wooden stick danced in his hand, like a stream of light flying across the stage. The puppets are toyed with his swordsmanship, as if they were in a fierce duel with a real swordsman.

As the music rose and fell, Cowell's movements became more intense. His swordsmanship became more and more exquisite, and every swing seemed to challenge the limit. The puppets seemed to have become real opponents under his hands, engaging in a life-and-death struggle with him.

The audience couldn't help but be immersed in this dramatic performance. They were not shocked by Cowell's swordsmanship, nor were they infected by Cowell's performance, but Cowell's performance was too trendy. .

When Cowell knocked a puppet into pieces, he took advantage of the gap in the attack to spin around in circles, holding the wooden stick in his hand and observing the injuries, just like the wooden stick was in the process of hitting. As if he had been hurt, there was an expression of sadness and worry on his face. At this moment, he was not only an actor, but also an artist. He used his performance to show the audience the charm of performance and art.

When the music gradually died down and no puppets on the stage could stand anymore, Cowell moved slowly under the light of the lights. He came to the center of the stage and looked down at the ground with a surprised expression, looking at the people under his feet. With his arms squirming, he raised his head and tilted his head, spreading his hands and making incomprehensible movements. When the audience burst into laughter, he kicked his arms out of the focus area of ​​the light.

After doing all this, Cowell used the wooden stick as a crutch, leaning on the wooden stick with both hands, supporting his body with one foot, and shaking the other foot. His head kept turning left and right, looking at the darkness of the stage. When the music ended and the lights were turned on, he stood on the stage and spread his hands again with a funny expression on his face. When the spectators stood up and applauded, he put away the wooden stick in his hand, smiled slightly, and saluted the audience.

The show is over...

"Wonderful performance, you can keep the stick."

The most valuable thing in the entire theater is the wooden stick in Cowell's hand. Just like the Ruby Ring of Destruction, the wooden stick stores three fireball spells, which can be released without casting spells. Moreover, Darkus believed that Cowell, who was a gentleman...not a playboy, needed this stick.

Next to the theater is the alchemy room. There is a barrier spell on the door that prohibits spells, and there is a secondary mind sealing spell below. This is not a problem for spellcasters at all. The strange thing about the room is that there is no chimney or vent for the stove or burner, and the smoke and heat are magically dispersed within the room.

There are some noteworthy items on the work table and floor filled with glassware. 14 sealed potion bottles and vials are placed there, but most of them have been lost due to age, evaporation or adulteration. magic.

Even if it could be used, no one would dare to use it. Colonia unscrewed the bottle cap and smelled it before making a judgment. The healing potion contained an ingredient that had magical side effects. If you couldn't resist it after drinking it, He will fall to the ground and sleep for several hours without being able to wake up. Good news for insomniacs. Of course, this kind of thing also exists in Nagaros.

The only useful thing on the entire table is lamp oil. Heated or boiled lamp oil can clean contaminated clothes and armor, but the team has no use for it.

A bookshelf stood alone in the corner. The books on it were all ordinary, but there were exceptions. Among them was a book called "Elementary Alchemy" that attracted the attention of the spellcasters. This book was actually very ordinary, and there were similar books in human society. , however this book is written in Elthalin and comes from the Golden Age of Elvish. This had to draw the attention of the spellcasters, who suspected that this book was probably related to the three Asrais.

In addition to elementary alchemy, there is another book that has attracted the attention of spellcasters, one called "Ascension to the Blade" written by Johann Adenauer. Although the title of the book is so, the content... has nothing to do with the blade. This book, which would drive ordinary people crazy, describes how to become a lich proficient in necromancy.

After some searching, the team also found some other valuable items, a small jar of mercury, a bottle of gemstone powder, a jar with half a dozen sulfur balls, and of course the most valuable thing was a large ornately decorated grinding mill. device.

"You can't go in."

"Why?"

"You are not allowed in here."

"Your master has granted me entry."

"Well, I'm not sure...oh, okay, but you'd better hurry."

There is no magic restriction on the door of the room opposite the alchemy room. It is an ordinary dark wooden door with a pair of brass door handles. Thus, a strange dialogue between Darkus and the door begins, because this door can speak and has a will of its own. But... the door was open. When the various monsters poured out of each room, the door was not closed. He was just teasing the door.

When Darkus entered, the armored guards in the room had been shattered and rolled everywhere on the ground. What showed in his field of vision were several tables with linen and silk coverings, cupboards, chairs and miscellaneous items. Apart from these, there were some evil things.

A set of red armor with the mark of Khorne is placed on the shelf. In the right hand of the armor is a Sword of Chaos. The hilt, grip and guard of the sword are made of melted and deformed vertebrae.

This suit of armor had an unusual appeal to Malatex. One of his clawed hands reached out, but his body was blocked by the elves. While the elves were trying to dissuade him, they also told Scarandil standing aside that the suit would move if it was touched. It was not until Scarandil's dragon language sounded that he stopped angrily. action.

Darkus curled his lips speechlessly. He knew this would happen. He could feel the curiosity of the red dragons to see everything new, but he still didn't say anything. It had only been a few days, and there were no elves around to watch. What are you wearing?

There is a black robe with the letter "T" on the hook on another shelf. When worn, it has psychological effects and immunity to hallucinations. However, except for Drakfels himself, it will wrap around the unfortunate wearer. , and attacks the wearer with the mouthparts inside.

The third item is a staff that can fire 31 weak arrows. It is a useful and easy-to-use item, suitable for spellcasters who are good at adapting to shadow spells. Next to the staff is a wand that can quickly release fear spells. This wand is a bit evil. It requires a special price to be used. It will permanently absorb a little bit of life force from the caster. As for this, no one knows the amount. However, after absorbing, the wand will be bound to the caster and then function normally.

A priceless silver jewelry box in itself contains an ornament that is similar to the silver amulet of justice used by humans, but in fact its production is flawed. Anyone who wears it is resisting the fear and terror of certain undead creatures. The effect will not save, but will be infinitely magnified... Once this cursed item is worn, it cannot be removed unless some other means are used, such as removing the head, or dispelling it from a high-level spellcaster magic.

Compared with the reverse fear talisman, the other triple blessing copper talisman in the box is more useful, and has a high probability of detecting poison.

In addition to these, there are some items placed in the room, including a shriveled liver placed in a glass cabinet, which has the function of an energy stone. In an adjacent glass case, a section of preserved intestine, rendered in brightly colored greens and reds and covered in visible blood vessels, doubles as a magic rope. The two items appeared to be gruesome souvenirs, placed alongside other visceral specimens. However, other specimens are just specimens and have no value other than viewing and eating.

"This is?"

"There are five gold rings inside, connected to each other to form a ring. Each one is a ring of protection, and it can only work magically when it is separated from other rings." Drusala, who was holding the box, answered, Then she shook her head at Darkus and said, "Breaking the ring will destroy its magic. I need some magic liquid with illusory ingredients to separate the box from the ring and the ring. There is no liquid I need here."

"Not in a hurry……"

In addition to these, there is a strange stone utensil placed on one side of the table, which looks like a huge flint knife grinder and exudes a faint magic. But... this instrument is not a real whetstone. Ordinary magic weapons will not do anything after being sharpened by the whetstone. For example, if the magic is increased or something, the magic on the weapon will be invalidated, and then the whetstone will Turned into a magic weapon...

Drakfels is a master of demonology, and the room next to the alchemy room is where he studies demonology. It is a room full of evil and distortion. There were no magic circles or symbols of the God of Chaos on the floor, but there was something else. There are some tables and workbenches scattered around the room, the walls are decorated with tapestries depicting scenes of demonic torture, if a human came here they would see the most abominable scenes, loved ones being desecrated and slaughtered, religious The clergy were massacred and the tribesmen were killed by demons.

The normal items in the room are only silk handkerchiefs, cloths, crystal bottles, prisms and six silver bowls. The other items are bloody and unpleasant, but there is an indescribable sense of normalcy in this room, as if these items are just should be placed in this room.

On a table lies a human skull with a copper band around its forehead. From a distance it looks like the skull of a Sigmar priest, but up close it has the erosion of porous leprosy. In fact, this is not the skull of a priest of Sigmar, but the skull of a Chaos Warrior of Nurgle, a demonological summoning material.

Six bell-shaped bottles are filled with human-sized hearts floating in a slightly opaque magical liquid. Through the liquid, you can see that the hearts are still beating slowly. There are 62 human hearts in total in four, and there are 9 dwarf hearts in one bottle. These bottles are engraved with simple symbols to indicate the race type. What makes the elves most furious is that one of the bottles contains 5 elves. heart.

Each of the four bell-shaped bottles contains a well-preserved human brain, and two are preserved in clear liquid. These are the brains of human priests, used to release the spell of "Exiling Powerful Demons". The other two are preserved in yellow liquid. These are the brains of madmen and are used to release the "Spread Madness" spell.

Three blue grooved bottles with silver rims were sealed very tightly, each containing demonic essence, which was used to enslave demons.

Finally there was an item that looked valuable and innocuous enough, a six-pointed star made of solid gold lying on a table, wrapped in black cloth. Fortunately, Colonia has extraordinary knowledge. After blowing away the black cloth, she immediately realized that once she picked up the hexagram, an area would radiate out in the room, and the room would be broken. The devil in the room was actually this room. Itself will be freed, freed from centuries of servitude, and yes, this room is essentially a demon.

The battle did not happen, the elves were just experiencing the fun and process. They were not short of money, and they were not crazy enough to pick up the hexagram. Except for the bell-shaped bottle containing the elf's heart, which was taken away, the other items were left intact. Colonia took one last look and closed the door.

The entire corridor is like a square in the plan. The team appears from the lower left corner and then explores to the upper left corner. The left area has been inspected. But the team found no trace of Drakfels. Darkvus thought it might be in the lower right corner, or...

There is a passage between the Demon's Room and the Book of Flesh that leads to the huge chamber.

The Book of Flesh is somewhat special. The moment the door is opened, the trap is triggered, and the corridor retracts, showing a deep pit trap with sharp iron tips inlaid at the bottom. But no one fell in, and just as the elves were preparing to place boards and furniture to fill the trap, the corridor returned to its original state.

Most of the room was filled with metal frames containing marble troughs, and inside most of the troughs was a pile of smelly, putrid yellow excrement that was not a regular substance but was formed by magic. of. The four corners of the room correspond to four books of flesh and blood. The writing is as big as A4 paper and 3 centimeters thick. The surface is bound with a layer of very pale and soft leather. The well-informed Druchi immediately judged that the leather was human skin. .

The interior of the book is a compressed mass of yellow fatty tissue that can be seen spiraling and curling, looking much like the surface of the cerebral cortex. The feeling after touching is like oil wrapping on the skin. When the fat tissue is touched, the toucher keeps touching it for at least an hour. However, there is a saying that is good, there is it in the book... These four books also naturally contain gold. After the touch is over, the toucher will learn a spell from the book.

One of the tomes contains magic spells such as Fatigue, Fighting Strength, Mental Duel, Bash, Enchanted Sword, Veil of Darkness, Corruption, and Foul Cloud. The other contains magic spells such as Hand of Fire, Hidden Realm, Moving Objects, Withered Plants, Breath of Fire, and Movement of Water.

These spells are all elemental spells without exception and are not in the Eight Winds spell system. This is a long story, involving race, history, magic system, etc. In short, human wild mages and elemental mages are suitable for learning such spells.

The third book is engraved with the symbols of Slaanesh. This book can talk and is very cunning, but it can also allow the holder to gain extremely high combat skills in battle. In return, the holder must share his body and body during battle. Spiritual feeling, come and return the book. In addition, there are some evil aspects of this book, but you can only know it after using it.

The cover of the fourth book has the image of a sword with a unique function that cannot be commanded. When the wielder is injured, a living weapon, a tentacle, appears on the wielder's weapon. This tentacle persists unless the book is damaged, and disappears until the bearer or the enemy is defeated or takes fatal damage.

Not a single book has been touched, and not a single glance of the Golden House has been taken. After sensing the evil door in the room, the elves exited the room. They were there for excitement, not excitement.

Now, there are two choices before Darkus, one is to lead to the corridor between the demon room and the Book of Flesh, and the other is to continue along the corridor. Based on the principle of come and go, he chose the aisle.

After passing through the corridor and opening the forbidden enchantment spell on the door, what appeared to Darkus's sight was a huge hexagram array on the ground in the center of the room, with many chaos symbols and spells on it, as well as demonic symbols.

"Don't step on it!"

"Danger!"

"This is for summoning demons!"

Under the shouts of the spellcasters, the Lord of Changes who was supposed to appear in the magic circle did not come to this world through the summons. Otherwise...Dakus can have a heart-to-heart talk with Carlos about the future?

There is a mirror at the far end of the room, its surface appears dark, however, the mirror has no function similar to the mirror in the throne room and its only function is for display. The masked Drakfirth in the mirror has his arm draped over a vampire. Is Drakfirth keeping the mirror purely out of vanity?

The room behind the mirror was intricately carved to resemble the inside of a giant ribcage, with huge yellow bone "ribs" rising from the floor along the curved walls until they reached the ceiling through the sternum at the central ridge. The rest of the walls and ceiling cannot be perceived; to ordinary vision, these structures have disappeared from the physical world.

Huge mounds of bones were stacked on either side of the room, and in the center, as the sternum began to tilt, a skeleton sat crookedly on a throne made of bone and iron, holding a staff of thick black wood.

"It seems... we need to fight?"

Darkus didn't understand dragon language, but he could see the desire in Carmine's dragon eyes, and he could also see the desire in his cousin's eyes. He knew that the thick black wooden staff was definitely not ordinary, and he also knew that this room was dangerous. He did not think that after the staff was taken away, the skeleton would still sit there indifferently.

Without taking, taking is impossible to take. After observing for a moment, Darkus activated the Trident of the Sea. The trident drew an arc in the air and then rushed towards the staff. When the trident came into contact with the staff, he could clearly feel the frustration. If nothing unexpected happened, the skeleton should have grasped the staff tightly. But a skeleton is a skeleton after all. The skeleton clutching the staff was lifted up by the huge force and flew in mid-air. The scene was more bizarre and bizarre.

Then nothing happened. The skeleton, which was still holding on to the staff, was surrounded by the dragonborn. Yes, Darkus deliberately guided the Trident of the Sea in front of the dragonborn, so that the dragonborn Experience the feeling of fighting with a weapon in human form.

Rough, cruel, and wild, the way dragonborn fight is nothing like that of elves. Maybe it's because they haven't adapted to it? Maybe he doesn’t know martial arts? Maybe it's the blessing of the dragon's power? No matter how violent or irritable you want, how rough or rough you want, the weapon is fired with 100% of the force, without any reservation. And paired with toga, they become extremely funny. If this place were replaced by the Senate and the skeleton was replaced by Caesar...

The battle started suddenly and ended suddenly. As the skeletons were roughly beaten and collapsed, the skeletons that got up in the whole room returned to where they came from. The skeleton holding the staff seemed to be the core of the room.

The whole process should be as easy as possible, as pleasant as possible, and as comfortable as possible. It is like trying to clear low-level dungeons after reaching a high level. It will not show any power against the BOSS, and it will not even show the process and skills. Not coming out. The only interesting things are the unknown level design and item drops.

"The Dust Staff is actually real." (End of Chapter)