Transformed into an elf, I dominate reincarnation

Before long, we reached the end of the cave.

The end is not a dead end, but an extremely open and vast space located inside the mountain.

The space is hemispherical, covering an area about the size of three or four football fields. Above and around it are thick and smooth rock walls, which are obviously man-made.

The ground is a circular square, paved with flat bricks and stones, with a giant stone statue more than ten meters high in the center.

The stone statue is of a long-haired woman holding a spear and wearing armor. She looks extremely heroic.

On the altar at the foot of the stone statue, there was a huge bonfire frame, on which a huge creature, which looked like a mammoth, was roasting.

Dozens of goblins were sitting around the bonfire, feasting on barbecued meat.

"This is a ruin?" Helen's eyes widened, "This was not mentioned in the information provided by the association."

"What ruins?" I asked.

"Goblins are low-level monsters with low IQs. It is impossible to dig out such a regular space, let alone build squares and stone statues. These may be ruins built by dwarves. After all, they like to build strange things in the mountains. city. Goblins should be latecomers."

"Then...who is the statue?"

"I don't know, some powerful god," Helen shook her head and pointed at the bonfire. "Let's get down to business first. Pay attention to the Goblin with the wooden stick. Just keep an eye on it."

I looked in the direction she pointed and saw an old goblin sitting in front of a huge campfire. He was holding a wooden staff in one hand and a barbecue in the other. He was chewing slowly and talking to the surroundings. The goblins who looked miserable were obviously different.

Most of the other goblins had weapons such as maces, long knives, and axes beside them, but the old goblin only had a wooden staff beside him.

"Is it the Goblin Shaman?"

"Yes, don't let it have a chance to cast magic. It's best to kill it with one arrow. I'll go first."

Helen stepped on the ground suddenly, and her whole body was shot out like an arrow.

I drew my bow and nocked an arrow, aiming at the old goblin.

"call out!"

The arrow shot through the air and accurately hit his head.

The Goblin Shaman fell straight up.

Solve your goals with ease.

Helen rushed to the altar and rushed into the group of Goblins who were panicking to fight. She danced her sword wildly and killed wantonly like the God of War coming down to earth. She harvested the lives of the remaining Goblins in a storm.

No goblin could block her blow.

I opened my bow one after another, and arrows flew out like rain, taking away a goblin's life with one arrow.

A few minutes later, the altar was littered with goblin corpses.

The flames on the campfire were still burning.

But none of the goblins survived.

The task of clearing the nest was easily accomplished without any damage.

I put away my bow and arrows and walked up to the altar.

"Another easy task, as expected of me," Helen said with a confident smile, "It's a pleasure to work with you."

"Pleasant to work with."

I raised my head, looked up at the huge statue, and asked, "This statue should have been built a long time ago, right?"

The surface of the statue is covered with moss and has mottled scratches everywhere.

"Yes, I have never seen a similar statue before. It is probably an ancient god that has disappeared long ago."

“What’s the point of building squares and statues inside caves?”

"I don't know," Helen shook her head and said, "Whatever, there is nothing here except statues. Let's go back and collect the reward."

I glanced around, trying to find anything of value.

But the surroundings were empty.

"it is good."

I followed Helen down the altar and returned the same way.

Just as he was about to enter the cave tunnel he came from, he heard a whisper of unknown meaning.

“#￥%@!@#%*￥%……”

I turned around and saw that the Goblin Shaman who had been hit by an arrow in the head was not dead. He was standing leaning against the railing of the altar, holding a wooden staff in both hands and muttering something in his mouth.

The top of the wooden staff emitted a scarlet light.

Is this planning to release magic?

He is still standing even after being hit by an arrow in the head. He is really tenacious.

How about a few more arrows?

I quickly opened my bow and nocked an arrow, aiming at its head and firing three more arrows.

"Boom", "Boom", "Boom".

Three arrows accurately hit the head.

The Goblin Shaman's body fell off the altar and stopped moving.

But the wooden staff it held high did not fall to the ground, but instead hung strangely in the air.

The red light at the top of the wooden staff became stronger and stronger.

I shot an arrow at the wooden staff, but the arrow was blocked by an invisible barrier and could not get close.

"What kind of magic is this?" I asked confused.

"Isn't the caster dead? How could it be?" Helen was equally confused.

The red light suddenly expanded, tearing apart the space and forming a circular portal.

There seemed to be a volcano behind the door, with lava flowing everywhere.

A scarlet figure walked out of the portal.

Goat horns, bat wings, green face and fangs, a fierce look.

He holds a heavy halberd in his hand, has a tall body, and is surrounded by flames, giving people a strong oppressive force.

"demon?"

I heard Helen's shocked voice.