Chapter 81: Temple of Cold Fall·

A bolt of thunder fell on the side of the Spider Queen. The damage shouldn’t have been great, but it seemed to have been bombarded by a bolt of thunder. Angrily waved its sturdy claws and set off a terrifying air current on the uneven rock wall. Collide everywhere.
With a weird sound, the spider queen's abdominal cavity began to emit a weird poisonous mist, but after a few blazes, the poisonous mist instantly dissipated, just burning the spider webs on the ground to the point of scorching feathers. Then, with the help of shadow magic, Bernardo easily avoided the deadly assault of the Spider Queen, and one after another ice cones pierced the hard shell-wrapped back into blood.
The Spider Queen couldn't hurt the teenager, but in turn, the teenager was able to deal a heavy blow to it.
In the end, when the Spider Queen was about to run out of energy, turned into anger, and somewhat arrogantly wanted to return to the top lair and use those hapless eggs to supplement energy--
Bernardo jumped down from the top of the rock wall, and directly hit the flame rune into the four eyes that flashed with murderous intent.
This monster that has survived in the deep ancient tomb for hundreds of years, during which time has swallowed thousands of lives, struggled painfully, but was unable to stop the magic from raging on its head. In the end, it took the last breath and stopped moving.
"It's just that." Killing the Spider Queen, the road to the bottom of the temple is already near. There is the most dangerous place in the ancient Nord's tomb-the real no detoxification and mechanism, and The ghoul lord of a large number of sleepers, for any intruder, will be a net of heaven and earth that is difficult to escape.
However, Bernardo's purpose is not there. At least not now. He looked around, and the wire mesh hanging on the wall was torn apart one by one, revealing one after another dead faces. Some of them are well preserved, some are already shriveled to the point of being human, and some are crushed into flesh by the brute force of spiders.
Bernardo opened the silk screen heads one by one, shaking his head and leaving again and again. Finally, a cunning dark elf face appeared in front of Bernardo.
"Agile" Aville? Bernardo whispered, he noticed that the dark elf in front of him seemed to have the most basic breathing.
"Here is...Ah!!!" Aville, who had fallen asleep inexplicably because of panic and lack of oxygen, woke up at the moment when he breathed in the air again, although it was only the muddy air in the crypt, looking at the indifferent in front of him. The boy, and the huge charred corpse not far away, instantly judged what had happened.
"He killed that big spider... he could actually do it... and it seems, just using magic..."
"It seems that you are right." Bernardo ignored Alville's self-talk. He conjured an ice skate, cutting and wandering in the huge silk cocoon that wrapped Alville. After a while, a small The golden dragon claw fell on the ground.
"Hey... Friend." Alvear looked a little embarrassed, "That's my thing... You can give it to you if you like it, but can you cut these awkward spider silks for me first... I can't move "While trying to twist his body, he looked at the young man in front of him pitifully, "I know that there are great treasures in this underground tomb. Without me, no one would want to get it! How about half a half? "
"Let’s not mention the source of this dragon claw, I know..." Bernardo groaned, the flames gathered in his hands, and the burning sensation made Avel close his eyes with fear, "I want to ask you, do you remember you stole it? That glass sword from?"
"What are you talking about?" Alvel pretended to be foolish.
"Oh..." Bernardo sighed helplessly. Why didn't these people tell the truth until they died?

"What did you say? It was sold to the Thieves Guild in Rift Valley City?" Bernardo suspected that he had heard it wrong.
"It's true! This is the task they gave me! If you can steal that sword, you can get two thousand Septim gold coins!" Aville couldn't suppress the bitterness in his voice. The young man in front of him just used magic The torture was horrible, until now he still felt his internal organs burning, "After I got the sword, I will send it to the Xueman Thieves Guild joint! Since then, there has been no contact!"
"How did you steal that sword?"
"It's just under the head of the bed... in a wooden box... I just took it away..."
"They gave you two thousand Septim?" Bernardo frowned, he was indeed negligent, leaving the sword unprepared, but one action gave such a large sum of money... This will soon be in the prosperity of Xueman The strip bought a small piece of land, built a house and settled down.
"I don't know why they gave me so much money... but I just did it, and I don't know anything about the rest." Aville said quickly.
"...What about the two thousand gold coins?"
"...It's spent, at Mosal's banquet..."
"To be honest!" A flash of thunder flashed.
"Ah! Ah woo ...... ...... ...... on the outside of the temple in the top of a secret compartment ......"
"Huh... I'll talk about it later." Bernardo thought for a while, "What you said just now, I want to take this dragon claw away."
"The dragon claw has the code for the Nord's riddle door in the depths of this ruin! If it can be opened--"
"I know you stole it for the treasure in the legendary Coldfall Temple... But to be honest, don't think about it. With your ability, you will die if you go. You can't even beat this big spider, let alone The ghoul princes in the depths of the tomb are gone. It's better to sell them for some money."
"Then—"
"Don't think about it." Bernardo grabbed the claws in his hands. "I promised the boss that I will return this thing to him."
"Then... what about me..." Aville lowered his head, and in the end, the cold stronghold he had worked so painstakingly managed to achieve nothing, was it to be broken by this storm and successive bad luck?
He no longer had the thought of resisting the youth. The young man seemed to be a top-notch magic swordsman, unharmed, and he entered directly from the outside, which was fairly well-preserved-more importantly, the young man seemed to have no weapons at all.
Such a person is simply not something he can compete with.
"That..." Alvear asked bitterly, "I...you..."
"Oh, I almost forgot." The boy didn't seem to listen to him at all. "Do you still have a way to contact the Thieves Guild?"
"What...oh! Of course! I can not only contact Xueman's stronghold here, but also help you contact the headquarters of Rift Valley City!" Alvear immediately realized that he is no longer for this teenager. With that, it is possible to be treated in this situation. If you want to survive, you must let the boy in front of you see that he has value.
Although it sounds pitiful, this is the way of human survival-Aville, who has experienced the warmth of the world, fully understands this truth.
"In this case... I have something to ask you. If you do, I won't pursue your problems anymore." After thinking about it, the boy finally said.
"...Yes... what is it?"
"in fact……"
"!"