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The ability to shoot worn-out arrows out of the rock embedded in the rock clearly shows that the skeleton here is not an ordinary skeleton.

Coupled with the ghouls rushing forward, if you were an adventurer in the past, you would really have to suffer a lot in this environment.

But seeing the ghouls rushing up along the stone bridge, all exposed in his vision, Charlotte raised her gun resolutely, and shot at these ghouls bang bang bang.

For undead creatures, the damage of arrows is generally not great. These ghouls must have judged so, thinking that they can use the advantage of the undead to forcefully rush up, but they don't want to be shot at the next moment. The energy rays became torches one by one.

After annihilating the ghouls that came up from the pig, Charlotte immediately rushed out of the rock wall where the arrows were hiding. When the skeleton archer below drew his bow to aim at him, he kept pulling the trigger, giving these skeletons a round of gunfire.

Get it done.

After dealing with these enemies, Charlotte went down the stone bridge to the bottom and continued to walk forward.

But he didn't go far, and he encountered that piercing sound and blue light waves again.

It's a pity that Charlotte couldn't understand what the voice meant. In this place where she couldn't cast spells at all, and couldn't even use spell-like abilities, [Language Proficiency] probably wouldn't work, let alone Charlotte didn't know how to use it. Use [Language Proficiency].

But this does not hinder, he can hear the sarcasm expressed in this harsh voice.

It seems that the master in the ruins of Labrinthian expressed a kind of contempt and disdain for Charlotte's arrival, and then waited for him to pass through a series of dangerous levels, and then sat and watched him fall halfway , or come to it in embarrassment.

To be honest, Charlotte wasn't very angry, but very upset.

After all, whoever is so bored, brushes up the sense of presence from time to time, and uses high-decibel noise to make blind comparisons in your ears, you will definitely want to punch this guy in the face.

"It's really noisy."

It's wrong to come here uninvited and break into someone's house without permission, but the problem is that this is a relic, and it can be said to be a dangerous house. You, a monster of unknown origin, not only occupied it illegally, but also carried equipment.

Isn't it obvious that you want a group of foot men to brush your rhythm?

By the way, you bosses, one or two, don't you know the number between A and C?I don't even think about what era it is now, a group of guys who don't even pay taxes, pretend to be big-tailed wolves in front of tax-paying federal citizens like me.

Because of the continuous noise pollution, Charlotte was a little depressed, but she continued to move forward unswervingly. After passing through a place that could be called a residential area, the road became narrow again.

And ghouls and skeletons appeared more frequently, and from some corner, a few dark trolls, some ghosts and a ghost mother appeared.

But these are pediatrics. These monsters who have lived underground for many years do not know the rapid changes in the outside world. They are inexperienced when facing firearms, especially the double guns in Charlotte's hands are special versions.

On this section of the road, the sound of gunshots and flames are non-stop. The further you advance, the more monsters will appear, batch after batch, and they will appear in batches, as if deliberately used as cannon fodder to consume the invaders Physical strength is the same as energy.

"Bad guy."

After Charlotte shot off a ghoul's head, she stepped on the messy monster corpses all over the floor, and while advancing, she dismissed the ghost-playing guys in the ruins.

He could tell that this guy was definitely a malicious bastard.The monsters here are definitely under its control, and the reason why it gives away the heads of the controlled monsters in batches, no accident, is for the purpose of consumption.

If you were an adventurer in the old days, you would really lose your temper if you were fooled by this.

After all, no matter how good the sword is, it will be blunt, and the arrows shot will eventually be irretrievable. Not to mention, magic is prohibited throughout the process, or in other words, it will be abolished by this guy's method like energy absorption.

It doesn't mean that the dead magic area must not be able to cast spells. There are many other ways to bypass this law, but if this guy's energy-absorbing method is used, I am afraid that any spellcaster will become a burden.

If Charlotte is really an adventurer from the old days...

"So, this kind of old guy who is nestled in a corner and can't keep up with the times is annoying."

Although in a sense, it is easier to deal with it.

Chapter 166 Tiid-Klo-Ul

This kind of concept has been stuck in the past. I naively thought that the only people who come to kick the door are some adventure teams. The weapons in their hands are nothing more than swords and arrows. What is amazing is some old antiques such as magic items or special strange things. It is really easy. deal with.

As long as it can ignore the influence of the death magic area, and there is enough power, it is almost normal to capsize these old antiques in the gutter.

Don't be surprised, sometimes, these old antiques nestled in the corners of the bumps are often difficult to accept new things, or even unwilling to accept new things, even if they have the title of XXX on their heads.

For example, a few decades ago, there was a legendary mage nicknamed Crazy Mage who was keen on making dungeons to play big adventures, and because of his illegally constructed dungeons, he had conflicts with the federal government. .

Especially after the lycanthropes he raised caused great economic and human losses, the federal government gave an ultimatum, but they were all ignored by this mad mage who thought 'I'm a legend and I'm afraid of whom'.

Afterwards, the legendary mage nested in the dungeon, together with his dungeon that had been built for hundreds of thousands of years, was blown away by a special powerful weapon of mass destruction.

A huge mushroom cloud broke through the land and rose slowly, ending the myth of the so-called legendary mage.

If you have the ability, try to keep yourself and the dungeon under the strong magnetic field impact and various radiation emitted by the mushroom cloud.Otherwise, under the disordered magnetic field, even soul transfer cannot be done, unless you leave this dimensional space by yourself.

So the legendary mage is really not invincible in this era.

The guy in the Labrinthian ruins seems to have the same evil taste as the former mad mage, and I don't know if it's because it has been blocked for too long, so that this guy is completely suspicious of Charlotte's arrival. A playful attitude.

After he defeated a lot of monsters all the way, not only did that guy not come out in person, he still used unknown words from time to time to create noise pollution.

This kind of playful mentality made Charlotte grin, with a mocking smile on his face.

He couldn't believe that Old Antique, who had been here for an unknown period of time, was unable to see how he solved the monsters and traps it controlled.

But judging from the routine that has been deliberately unchanged, this guy is definitely just using a certain degree of means to observe where he is, instead of watching Charlotte's battle with his own eyes, so as to leave himself a sense of freshness.

This is no longer a carelessness, but a total brain teaser.

But think about it, no one has been here for at least hundreds of thousands of years. The changes in the outside world.

Therefore, in order to solve the difficulty of the old antique here, Charlotte lowered another level in his heart.

"And, is this a surprise?"

After pushing open a bronze door, came to a new hall, and dealt with a ghost ghoul overlord and some other ghost hounds, Charlotte swept his eyes and immediately found a familiar thing.

A stone wall, a stone wall that is exactly the same as the one in the Sattar ruins.

Standing in front of the stone wall, countless whispers appeared in his ears again. Looking in front of his eyes, the ancient characters on the stone wall emitted glare, rushing towards him with all his strength.

In an instant, the words were transformed into knowledge and pronunciation, which were deeply imprinted in Charlotte's consciousness.

Tiid-Klo-Ul

This is the knowledge and pronunciation given to Charlotte by the strange words on the stone wall. It is the same as before, using language to control everything, but it is different from freezing people, this time... a bit special.

"By the way, the guys here don't know what this stone wall is, do they?" Charlotte stroked the ancient words on the cold rock, and began to test maliciously.

Needless to say, this kind of thinking is really not accurate. From this stone wall, just placed here, there are no powerful guards around, but there is a relatively powerful ghost ghoul and a few ghost hounds.

However, to deal with these things, Charlotte simply transformed the Heavenly Fire Sect into a sword form, and then slashed over with a sword, and it was solved in an instant.

Therefore, it seems that the old antique here does not look like something important, but more like an insignificant decoration... I don't know if the old antique here has studied the writing on the stone wall?

"time……"

"This is considered a gift. If this is a trap, I'm afraid the old antiques here will really lose their minds."

……

This is a huge grotto. From the rock wall, a stream flows down, accumulating a pool of water.

There are some broken roots and walls of buildings around. It seems that there used to be some majestic city walls here, but now there are only ruins left here.

And in the ruins, a figure with a withered body, no different from a ghoul, but wearing an exquisite golden scale armor, a dark red cloak, and a blue mask on his face, is floating in the air. In mid-air.

Here, except for the sound of water, there is silence.

After a while, the floating figure shifted his sight slightly, and looked at a section of the cave, a wooden door.

bump.

The next moment, the wooden door was kicked open and shattered. The uninvited guest unceremoniously removed the obstacles in front of him, just like he slaughtered all the monsters that appeared along the way.

"Hi."

The uninvited guest who broke through the door looked up at the figure suspended in the air in the dark cave. Looking down at his figure, a pair of pale golden pupils looked over and shouted loudly.

"Aren't you tired of flying up there all the time?"

The figure didn't respond to the uninvited guest immediately. It seemed that the long years had slowed down its thinking, or in other words, the elderly would always be like this.

It looked at the uninvited guest in detail, and compared him with the various Nords, elves, dwarves, and other intruders in his memory.

Then, in the cave, a low and hoarse voice echoed.

'Are outsiders nowadays, breaking into other people's homes, all so rude? '

"This is your home? I'm so sorry!"

The uninvited guest raised his eyebrows. He seemed to be holding a hand crossbow-like weapon in each of his hands. At least from the perspective of the figure, it was a hand crossbow. Even if the figure could perceive it, the pair of identical weapons contained an energy that should not be underestimated.

But so what?

Bows and arrows, hand crossbows, throwing spears... This kind of long-distance, in front of a prepared caster, is of no help at all, even the magic-breaking arrows shot by the legendary elf archer, people have seen it before.

And the last person who used this weapon had his soul drawn out by it.

So after an unknown number of years, it still has an entertaining attitude, watching the intruding mouse to see how much fun he can bring to itself.

Chapter 167 What exactly is your belief?

What is a mage?

Not the priests and paladins who pray to the gods and kneel willingly to be cattle, sheep and sheepdogs.

It's not those warlocks who rely purely on talent and rely on a white face of a European to fool around.

Not to mention those naked druids who claim to live in harmony with nature in the name of being naked, but in fact are heavily streaked and have anthropomorphism.

Every mage is a representative of knowledge. You can think of them as evil, despicable, shameless, or even immoral.But no one can deny that every mage is knowledgeable.

Their erudition comes from countless books, countless practices, countless transcriptions and recitations, and countless money and time spent on this basis.

But when mages spend their entire lives in research and come to the end of their lives, very few mages are willing to face the law of birth, old age, sickness and death, even if they are the ones who know this law best and understand the truth of this aspect the most.

It doesn't matter if you say it is conceited, or it doesn't matter if you say it is unwilling.

In history, many mages pursued to extend themselves at the end of their lives, and then developed a series of life extension methods, including but not limited to the famous Iolum Longevity Technique.

However, the longevity technique also has flaws. After the collapse of the Netheril Empire, this flaw was placed heavily on every spellcaster, and since then, the Iolum longevity technique has been lost.

At this point, under the longing for longevity, the group of mages finally began to spread the Lich Transformation Ceremony on a large scale, transforming the life form into one that will not be hungry, thirsty, bleeding, painful, or even immortal. Lich.

Then... Many adventurers, in various dungeons and ruins and adventures, there is a new series of enemies.

No one knows how many types of liches there are.

Many mages with ideals are always keen to add fuel to themselves when faced with transforming a lich.

For example: no different from a living person, it is actually a flesh and blood lich who keeps his soul hidden in a phylactery through spells such as magic pot soul, and then puts his consciousness into a body to continue to live;

I think that human beings have limits, so I stopped being a human, and chose to be a robot. By transforming the phylactery into a data core, a mechanical lich that undergoes glorious evolution;

Of course, there is a more ruthless way, that is to completely transform one's soul and thinking into an artificial intelligence similar to Ta Ling, a data lich that is further on the road of the mechanical lich.

The above three are only special cases, especially the last two, which did not exist in the old era, but appeared in the new era.

But when it comes to trouble, assuming that the traditional Lich's combat power can be planned to be 100, then the Flesh Lich should be multiplied by at least 2=200 on this basis, while the Mechanical Lich and Data Lich cannot be calculated at all.

The latter two almost all rely on the powerful industrial capabilities of the Federation. No one knows how much advantage they can exert on the battlefield. Anyway, they are all at the crushing level.

At least in the federal official institution 'Hex Experimental Base', there is a top-level mechanical lich whose strength surpasses that of ordinary legendary mages, named [Mechanical Pioneer-Victor].

Its strongest record was when it single-handedly defeated four red-robed chiefs during an attack by red-robed terrorists, including one of the most powerful spellcasters since the old days, and its transformation has become a tradition. Sarzastan of the Lich.

If she encounters a mechanical lich here, Charlotte will choose to turn her head and leave. After all, everyone is from the Federation camp, and they bow their heads and see each other.

As for whether he can beat him... that's another matter.

However, in a ruin like Labrinthian, which has been closed for many years, it is impossible for mechanical liches, guys who only appeared in the federal era, to appear.

in other words.

The floating mummy above is actually an antique in the ruins, a person who is out of touch with the world and cannot keep up with the changes of the times, but is completely unaware and still pretending to be arrogant in the glory of the past.

It's a pity that this old antique didn't think he was pretending. On the contrary, after thinking about his long-awaited memory, he took it for granted that he was giving alms.

Handouts to this interloper.

In its eyes, this intruder, who knows nothing about heights and depths, raised his head and stared at himself without fear, just like a long time ago, so long that it almost forgot the years, those who wore bright armor on their bodies, held in their hands The weapons they wear are shining with magical aura, and everyone looks resolute, like a messenger of justice who sacrifices everything for his faith at any time.

This is a crusade team led by the clergy, priests and paladins who shepherd all beings for the gods in the name of the gods.

Humble and stupid, they don't know that the real evil is actually the gods they believe in and their teachings.

They also have no way of knowing, because their thoughts have long been imprisoned in the teachings, and anyone who goes beyond this range will be regarded as a fallen person.

Now this intruder is very similar to the priest who was once hostile, very similar.

'Wanderer?Ranger?Warlock? 'This old antique didn't open its mouth to speak, but its deep and hoarse voice echoed in the cave.