The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

Passing through the long corridor behind the door, the group of them came to an empty and closed tomb, surrounded by erected Nord sarcophagi. It was cold and humid here, and thick hanging moss grew on the top of the tomb, like a dark green dome, and also like an upside-down forest.

The hanging moss is very obstructing the view. Onmond swung his hatchet to clear the way ahead.

"This may be Sussel's public cemetery." Brelina held up the magic candle, protecting Linde behind her.

Zag sniffed, "Well, the air is very fresh. There is wind. This place is connected to the outside world, and there must be a hidden passage."

While they were wandering in the tomb, suddenly, Linde felt a strange feeling in his heart, like the insanity when he woke up in the afternoon and found that it was already dark.

It was as if time had been stolen.

He intuitively felt that something happened, something must have happened in the past tens of seconds, but he didn't know anything about it.

He did not regard this absurd feeling as an illusion, but was keenly aware that it was the monks of the Psijic Order who had visited, and Pyyk's magic had suspended time. Just at the moment just now, one or several of the four of them had a conversation with that monk Psijic in the static time flow.

"Did you feel it?" Linde asked in a low voice.

Both Angmond and Zag nodded, "It's strange. I'm a little dizzy."

Only Briarina said nothing.

"Mayo, what about you?"

"I'm a little dizzy too."

Linde gave her a deep look, and Brelina pursed her lips, responding with her calm gaze.

boom!

The most frightening sound in the tomb was the sound of the coffin lid being popped open. When the ancient Nords were buried, they often buried the weapons of the dead together. This is not only a symbol of honor, but also convenient for the dead to pick up weapons and kill grave robbers after waking up from the coffin.

"Meet the enemy!" Angmond shouted loudly, but woke up all the ghouls in the coffin.

There was a sudden boom in the silent tomb for a while, it was the shock of the coffin lid falling to the ground. Angmond's ancient ancestors took out their burial vessels and surrounded them happily, probably trying to use a big ax to open the brains of these bastards.

Angmund didn't know what was going on at the moment, he raised his battle ax above his head, and said to the ancestors in a solemn and solemn tone, "O ghost of Suther! We wait for the ancestors of Nord, and today I will fight as a warrior!" Rest in peace, may your souls rest in Songard..."

Before he finished speaking, Linde raised his hand to copy the curse, fly away curse and cone of ice, combined with the cone of ice storm, and nailed all the ghouls surrounding him to the wall. In the original position, dancing with hands and feet, but can't break free.

"ah?"

The barbarian mage was momentarily at a loss for words.

Zag let out a hilarious laugh, "Onmond, do you really consider yourself a warrior?"

"Hey! Those lying in the coffin are not the ancestors of your tiger people."

As the sarcophagi were opened, a passage hidden in one of the coffins was revealed. Linde originally planned to dispose of all these ghouls, but Zager said that he could hoard them and sell them at a high price to mages who needed to practice necromancy.

"The library tower doesn't accept tatters." Linde showed a vigilant look.

"That's right, and you want to sell my ancestors for money, have you considered my feelings as a Nord?"

"You will get 30% of the selling price."

"Okay, it's such a happy decision!"

Linde gave each of them a punch, "Don't try to put these rags into the library tower, be careful to make the tower monarch angry."

Zag had to throw up his hands in surrender.

As they continued to go deeper, they found that the scope of the Sassel ruins was really large, and there were many tombs, each with dozens or even hundreds of warrior corpses. Most of them have not turned into ghouls, real and fake are mixed together, sometimes when passing by a corpse standing in a niche, it will suddenly wake up and attack Linde and others from behind.

To say how dangerous it is, I can't talk about it, but it is quite hellish.

The tomb is filled with a strange smell, which makes you sick if you smell it too much. The air was cold and damp. If it were an elderly person in the college, he would probably suffer from rheumatism within half a minute.

Exploring Suther's subterranean parts took more time than Lind expected, compared with digging on the surface.

"It seems that we can't complete the task today, let's rest for one night."

"Master Linde, can we go to the library tower to spend the night?" Zag clasped his hands together.

"...Okay. But don't stay up late." Linde warned them.

Ever since Angmond found Linde's hidden entertainment tools one day, he has become obsessed with red and white machines, and Zag likes playing Pachinko the most. Fortunately, they still have the self-consciousness of scholars, and they will not delay their work because of playing games.

After Linde opened the portal, Angmond and Zag rushed in like young Internet addicts. Brelina stood outside the door and hesitated for a moment.

"What's wrong?"

The dark elf mage seemed to be hiding something on her mind, she turned to look at Linde, and was about to say something.

At this moment, the familiar sense of confusion hit his heart again, and Linde frowned. These Psijic monks, relying on their advanced magic, spread news in front of him to sow discord. One time is not enough, right? Come for the second time.

Brelina's expression changed subtly.

"What's wrong?" Linde asked again.

"Nothing. I think it's necessary to keep a watch outside."

"You want to stay? Here?"

"Yes."

"Do you need me to accompany you?"

"That would be great." Briarina squinted and smiled.

Linde and Brelina pitched a tent in the cold tomb, and arranged a magic circle of constant resistance ring around them. Restoration magic is often created by imitating divine spells. The ring of resistance transforms the magic power into the divine power of Meridia. This demon god hates all undead creatures. His anger will make the undead within the range of the magic circle Suffering from irresistible burning pain.

In order to synchronize the flow of time, the portal was kept open. After a while, Zager poked his head out and asked why they didn't come in.

"We're keeping watch here."

"But..." Zager expressed his confusion. Anyway, spending the night in the library tower is only a moment to the outside world. Is there any need to keep watch?

Angmond hurriedly took him back, "Don't talk, don't talk, play Contra with me. You tiger people don't care about human and elves."

Linde said that he could take care of the first half of the night, and before Briarina got into her sleeping bag, she suddenly said to herself, "Sometimes the road doesn't necessarily lead to the destination."

"What?"

Briarina buried her face in her sleeping bag and pretended she couldn't hear anything.

In the library tower, Angmond was lying on the sofa rubbing the handles, and the sound of pachinko stopped at some point.

"Master Zag, where are you going?"

"sleep."

Angmond dropped the handle, "Let's squeeze tonight."

The tiger mage was silent for a moment, then nodded silently.

Inside and outside the portal, everything fell silent. The red and white machine emits futile game music, and a cold wind blows through the tomb.

In the middle of the night, Linde sat on an ancient sarcophagus, took out the fork and wand, held it in his hand, and walked step by step to Brelina Mayo in the sleeping bag.

He stopped not far from the sleeping bag, and finally put down his wand slowly.

Angmond opened his eyes and got up gently from the sofa. At this moment, a gleaming dagger lay across his neck.

"Mage Zag?"

"Tell Zag, what are you going to do?"

"Don't be stupid, Master Zag." Onmond whispered.

"It turned out that it wasn't just Zag, Angmond also met Syik. What did Syik say to Angmond?"

"Same as I told you."

"Lie, Onmond wants to betray Master Linde. Zag will kill Onmond for Master Linde."

The cold light flickered, and the dagger slashed across.