Chapter 339.Chapter 337: More Grave Digging in Game 336, This Game

Chapter 337 336.The game has dug more graves, this is really the first time to invert the fight in this game! -[1215]

(For brother “pink cat cat rabbit mk2” [2/5])
In this continent filled with the legend of spiritual energy, any kind of cultivation of high-ranking soldiers can not avoid this external energy introduction ceremony.

After all, the individual life compared to the majestic mystical greatness is always fragile, by the individual and the combination of mystical power can obviously bring the effect of transformation.

Because of this, if Little Count Sherron and Knight Valander wanted to rebuild the Winged Cavalry as soon as possible, they had to sign the guardianship contract with their ancestor, the Mountain Forest, again first.

Only by receiving the blessing of the spirit of the mountains and forests can the newly enlisted cavalrymen obtain supernatural power and swiftness, and only in this way can they continue to maintain the “undefeated legend” of the Winged Cavalry in Transylvania.

This is a secret that has been passed down from generation to generation of the Sicomair family, the leaders of the mountain people.

Unfortunately, the young Sheridan, who took over the identity of the Sicor Counts during the crisis, only learned about this secret two days ago, and she learned it from her deceased father.

In order to re-sign the war pact with her ancestor, Shanlin, to bless all the new members of the Winged Cavalry, she must use a mysterious “Forest Grail”, which has been hidden in the mausoleum of the first Earl of Sicco.

The ravages of war not only torment the living, they even trample the dead.

Years of war have destroyed the family tomb to such an extent that when this sacred moment is approaching, Sheridan has to pin his hopes on two “grave robbers”.

Ms. Dorothy, who has a rather impressive life history, and her apprentice thief from another world, Frostbite Claw, who specializes in this line of work, are now searching in the tomb of the first Count Seacord.

They didn’t just go down alone, they even brought a “professional team” with them.

Because of Brother Meow Meow’s tragic experience of being unable to enter the game for seven days due to his own death, the other brothers of his Big Bird Spinning Troupe also became clueless and didn’t know what to do, and it just so happened that they came across Frost Tooth’s Claw’s “dumping”, and the young players were never willing to miss any of the “special features”. The little players who never want to miss any “special gameplay” of course can not miss.

They are considered to be “legal grave robbers”, but before going down to the collapsed tomb, Lord Murphy personally told them:

Don’t touch anything that shouldn’t be brought out!
The tomb of the first generation of Westcoat Earl also belongs to the category of “forbidden land” in the vicinity of this mountain forest, and to allow them to go down there was already a guarantee made by the little Earl of Sheridan with the prestige of Westcoat Maier’s family in the elders of the mountain people.

In case when they come up, the mountain warriors guarding the surrounding area find out that there are acts of stealing burial goods, then Murphy can’t protect them.

It had to be said that this constraint for Ms. Dorothy, who had worked as a grave robber for a while, this was simply harder than killing her.

After all, there are really a lot of “good things” in the mausoleum of Count Xike.

“This is an ancient tomb that is over 300 years old, its underground body is still intact, but the young Count Sheren clearly said that there must be a mechanism here to prevent grave robbers, so you guys will control your hands in a moment, and definitely don’t touch anything that you shouldn’t touch.”

On the ground, the Frost Tooth and Claw, who seldom spoke and was still a little bit scared, immediately became “talkative” once they arrived at the tomb.

This was probably a characteristic related to his profession.

In the darkness of the tomb, he flicked a torch and skillfully avoided those obvious problematic places in the tomb with a sense of ease of “revisiting”, while speaking to the four vajra followed by Small Hands and Smoke Sang with the same posture as a “tour guide”:

“You guys have to stay close to me, don’t panic in case you trigger any mechanism, considering that this is a family graveyard, there shouldn’t be that kind of outrageous thing that will cause the entire structure to collapse once triggered, so most of the cases can actually be saved.

But you must be bold and careful, and never panic when things go wrong! If you have to find a place to hide, remember to go to the corner, or if you can’t, go to the sarcophagus, the safer it looks, the more dangerous it actually is, and that’s not just a catchphrase.”

“Wow, buddy you are so professional.”

Sanwu Dou, who was also carrying a torch, was carrying a shield, he looked around in the darkness and asked in a low voice to Frost Tooth’s Claw, who was leading the way in front of him:

“You specialize in this in reality?”

“Pretty much.”

Toothclaw grinned in the darkness and didn’t do much to explain.

And while it was eerily reassuring to be back in the dimness, he looked up to see that his mentor, Dorothy, was already standing by a broken wall studying a damaged sculpture of a gargoyle’s head.

The players walked over and realized that there were several corpses lying around the wall.

“Looks like we weren’t the first ones down here.”

Lady Dorothy glanced at the bodies at her feet, which had already dried up but still gave off traces of decay, and she pointed to the broken statue of a gargoyle in front of her and bristled:

“These unlucky bastards are wearing the uniforms of the Goldfinch Kingdom, probably scouts sent by the Pathfinder Legion, these this guys are really unprofessional! Such an obvious psychic energy trap actually dares to come over. I wasn’t bragging when I went down to the tomb back then, I can recognize obvious traps like this with a single glance.”

“They weren’t all blown up by spirit energy.”

Tooth crouched down and examined the corpses of the “seniors” with the caution expected of a stalker, and found gnawing wounds on one of them.

He glanced ahead at the iron door to the main chamber, which had been pushed open, and said:

“There must be something more supernatural in here; Count Sherron said that the ancestor of the first House of Sicomel buried several of his favorite war dogs here with him when he was buried.”

“Crap, there’s really a ghost in here, isn’t there?”

Smoke Sang in the crowd shook his body, suddenly realizing that it seemed a bit risky for him, a handless scout, to run down here after him.

But the other players didn’t care.

They just drew their weapons in silence, preparing for the dangers that might come next.

“Weapons retracted!”

Dorothy chided:

“I have the crest of House Sicomair in my hand, given to me by the Earl of Sherron, and that’s enough to keep us from being attacked by the undead guards in the catacombs, but you can’t say the same thing about meeting someone else’s ancestors face to face with your weapons.

In my experience, the dead are not so patient to reason with you.”

“Ow.”

Being chided by the NPC, the players obediently retrieved their weapons and headed deeper into the catacombs again under Dorothy’s leadership.

The road in front of them collapsed very badly, and there was even standing water, so a few “livestock” players of the strength department had to come forward to play the role of “dancing shovel class” in the masonry flying and quickly clear a road.

This is also the main reason why Dorothy and Tooth brought them down.

“The tomb passage collapsing wasn’t all bad, several hidden traps were destroyed along with it.”

Tooth took a few turns around then reported back to Dorothy:

“The path to the side chambers was completely blocked by the falling rocks, and we don’t have to worry about being attacked by the heroic souls of those Winged Cavalry warriors who were buried with Count Siko. I now suspect that the destruction of this cemetery was probably not by accident.

Perhaps the Pathfinder Legion deliberately attacked this place so that their scouts could safely enter the cemetery, or perhaps they wanted to take something from here as well.

Like that Holy Grail we came down here to find.”

“Why must you think it was the Pathfinder Legion that wanted to do this?”

Dorothy, who had quite a bit of life experience, shook her head:
“Just because those corpses were wearing Pathfinder Legion uniforms doesn’t mean they were necessarily subordinate to that half-dwarf, and from what I know of dwarven customs, robbing graves and disturbing the peace of the dead is a mortal sin in their culture.

They believe that these resting places beneath the earth are the refuge of Mother Earth, and Lady Gaia does have a ‘Guardian of the Dead and the Graveyard’ in her priesthood.

So I’m guessing that the quest for this graveyard is most likely coming from some hidden force within the Pathfinder Legion.”

Frostfang Claw nodded.

All of these local customs that his mentor had analyzed made perfect sense, and it was an experience and way of thinking that he had to learn from.

“Surprisingly to me though, you seem to be very familiar with things like the catacombs, which are often avoided, seeing as you walk in the dark like an expert back in your field.”

Dorothy looked her otherworldly apprentice up and down, her eyes glowing a slight reddish light in the darkness, and after a few seconds of contemplation she leaned closer to Tooth and whispered:

“This tomb is a treasure trove that we have no way of scavenging, but I also know of other ‘riches’ hidden underground in the Transylvanian earth, why don’t the two of us work together? We can definitely get rich.”

“No, I refuse to collect wealth in such a disgusting way.”

Tooth refused very decisively:

“My professional ethics won’t allow me to do such a thing, and if I develop bad habits here, it will lead me to make unforgivable mistakes back home. You should go to someone else who is interested.” “Hmph, forget it then.”

Dorothy bristled and said:
“Taking a bunch of rash people to hunt for treasure in those dangerous catacombs is tantamount to burying yourself half a foot in the dirt, I’d rather wait for the rest of the Blood Rats Gang to grow up before I talk about these plans.

But my apprentice, you have to understand, in our line of work if you want to get rich you have to let go of your morals, so much wealth is buried in the ground out of sight, we are just taking them back to earth to do something meaningful.”

“Is that how you hypnotize yourself?”

Tooth said with faint contempt:
“Taking away burial goods in a world without psychic powers would be condemned by both the mind and the law, but the price to be paid for daring to disturb the peace of the dead in this great land filled with magical powers is almost multiplied tenfold.

I urge you to refrain from such things.

Even your being a vampire will not shelter you from tipping over all the time, and should you mess with an extremely powerful evil spirit, I’m afraid I’ll have to take the time to send your ashes back thousands of miles to your hometown, and then take the time to attend your memorial service.”

“Hmph, that’s just an ‘occupational risk’ in our line of work.”

Dorothy was a little grossed out by her apprentice’s comment.

She recalled that there were indeed many cases in the Explorer’s Association she had stayed in that showed that thieves with unclean hands didn’t tend to end up too well, but how could her tough-talking character possibly give in?
And just as this master and disciple were bickering, a few players from the Big Bird Turning Troupe had already moved nimbly to clear away the collapsed tomb passageway, but the moment the last rock was pushed away, the shovel-holding Sanwu Doo and Black Silk Brother immediately stiffened their movements in place.

In the dark tunnel in front of their eyes, five half-ghost war dogs still wearing rusty armor were staring at these “uninvited guests” with eyes that burned blue ghost fire.

The ghosts of these war dogs were each half a man tall, and their gestures of pouncing and the ferocity of their spirit’s sharp teeth made the two small players who saw them feel very frightened.

“Five grave ghosts! All of them are special Black Iron Elites marked as ‘Guardian Spirits’! Crap, don’t move! They’re staring at us.”

Sanwu Dou issued a low warning for Little Hands and Smoke Sang behind himself not to run, in case they attracted the pursuit of these war dogs in such a narrow terrain they would be doomed.

“Stand back! We are emissaries of the contemporary Earl of Sicomair!”

While the small players were confronting each other, Dorothy quickly stepped forward, holding the Clan Emblem of the Little Earl of Sherron in her hand and chided the five fierce war dogs in front of her.

The aura emanating from that clan emblem caused the ghostly war dogs that were already in combat mode to show their doubts.

The tallest of the warhounds at the head of the group stepped forward and sniffed as if it were alive, and after confirming that the crest in Dorothy’s hand came from the bloodline of Sicomair, it let out a hollow and low bark, causing the warhounds to get out of the way.

“Follow me, don’t panic.”

Dorothy spoke behind her.

She took a step into the tomb passage in front of her, followed by Tooth, and the other players, finally stepping into the chamber where the first Count Sike was buried under the “gaze” of those ghostly big dogs.

This place is unexpectedly simple.

In the center was a sarcophagus wrapped in black vines, and some of the grave goods used by the owner, but on both sides of the grave were two very strange “scarecrows”.

They were made of special wood and vines and resembled humanoid creatures with antlers.

“That’s the ritual to summon the deer head spirit.”

Dorothy explained in a low voice:

“If you encounter an unknowledgeable grave robber who casually takes something from here it will trigger the summoning ritual, and two Deer Head Spirits appearing here, together with five Ghost War Dogs is enough to bury any grave robbing gang.

I’ve heard that monsters like the Deer Head Essence can also bind souls, in other words, if you die in their hands, you won’t even have a chance for your soul to return to the underworld.”

“Look! There’s a treasure there!”

Old Qu, who had the sharpest eyes, looked around and finally placed his gaze on top of the sarcophagus, which had weapons and armor used by the first Earl.

It was hard to tell what grade the armor embellished with animal heads was, but the barbarian-style double-bladed battle axe still pulsed with a sharp and cold light under the torchlight after spending more than three hundred years in the catacombs.

At a glance, it was not a mortal object.

The few people in the Big Bird Spinning Troupe looked at me and I looked at you.

They were all a bit moved, after all, for the players, it was not easy to be allowed to enter such a forbidden land really found a good thing, do not bring out always feel a bit of a pity.

“If you guys want to die, don’t bring me along!”

Tooth felt the longing in his companion’s heart, and he immediately persuaded:

“This is a plot mission, don’t mess around, if you really want it, wait for things to pass and then come back to scavenge again. You all know the roads, but I reckon that as soon as you guys pick up that battle axe you’ll trigger the organs in the tomb.

As far as we can see the strength of these measures, I reckon you’ll need at least ten Black Iron Warriors to get through this scenario battle.

And you guys are definitely going to be hostile to the Sicomair family if you take this axe, but the little Earl of Sherron is an important NPC for the Engineering profession, as well as the reputation of the Winged Cavalry camp.

Unless that really is a Legendary Weapon, it’s totally more than worth it!”

“Makes sense.”

Old Qu withdrew his gaze regretfully.

But soon, the small hand next to him came over and whispered something, leaving the rest of the Big Bird Spinning Troupe stunned for a moment, but soon they seemed to be in agreement.

Tooth didn’t know what decision they had made, but he could guess that these guys probably didn’t want to give up the gains here.

He didn’t try to persuade any further either.

After all, this was just a game, and one could only control one’s own morals, there was no way to constrain the way other players enjoyed the game.

He and Dorothy bowed down in front of the sarcophagus of the first Earl, and then started searching for the required “quest items”, but the Forest Chalice wasn’t hidden very deep.

It was placed on the table in front of the sarcophagus, an ordinary cup made of some special wood. When Frostbite Claw picked it up, he activated the item identification, but the information that came up made his eyes light up:
Name: Chalice of the Woods of Avalon

Quality: Wondrous Item – Gift of the Gods

Effect:

I. Those who hold the chalice and have the bloodline of a mountain man can speak with the spirits of the mountains and seek blessings.

II. After fulfilling certain conditions, drinking water from the chalice can complete the special profession “Grail Knight”.

Hints!

This profession is a “Special – Oath Keeper Sequence”, and if you break the oath of the profession, you will suffer a terrible punishment.

Crafted by: Avalon, Mother of the Forest – Astral Foundry

Item Description:

There are legends of the Holy Grail throughout the continent, and among these different versions of the legend there is one thing in common: only those warriors and heroes who have stood the test of time have been able to drink from the Grail and gain the blessing of power.

What you hold in your hand is just one of the many Holy Grails.

It is not suitable for the path you have chosen so far, but don’t be discouraged, as long as you don’t stop moving forward, you will always be able to obtain the one grail that belongs to you on the path to the legend].

“Got it, let’s leave.”

Tooth turned back to his fellow players, only to hear a few guys from the Big Bird Group whispering about something outrageous:
“So, to summarize, where should we go to find a group of grave robbers who aren’t afraid of death and have the spirit of dedication? They’ll take the black pot, we’ll take the benefits. If it works well, not to mention the weapons and the harvest, even the reputation on the side of the Little Count of Sherron can be swept up hard.

Hey, why don’t we spread the map of this tomb?

There will always be fools who aren’t afraid of death who will come running to make a fortune, and at that time, won’t our brothers and sisters have a way out?

Tsk, plan pass!”

(End of chapter)