Chapter 1845: One after another

I turned to the four, with expectant eyes and encouraging smiles on their faces: "Everyone, are you interested in going to the grave with me?"
Four of you look at me, I look at you, eyes full of fear and withdrawal.
It’s no wonder that Eri City expressly stipulates that the robbery of the tomb is illegal and will be severely punished by the highest local authority.
They grew up in Eri City since they were young, and those rules and regulations have long been ingrained in their bones. It is not easy for them to suddenly make changes.
Forget it, I sighed lightly, put my hand on one of the shoulders, scared that person aroused, I smiled, motioned that person not to be nervous, and then glanced over the other three nervous faces one by one, and said: "Since you are embarrassed, I can't force it. Could you please guard me at the entrance of this barren tomb for three days..."
As I said, I patted my waist pocket: "The dry food and clean water here are enough for three days. Save a little bit of food. It can last for five days. If I haven't come out of the barren tomb on the third day, please help. I would be very grateful for contacting the orc king's old man."
"It's easy to say, it's easy to say" the four people said in succession: "My messenger, don't worry, this matter is covered by us, as long as three days pass, and we can't see you back, we promise to notify your majesty as soon as possible."
"Then please." I bowed.
Afterwards, the four packed all the simple equipment they prepared and handed them over to me.
I thanked them, and they withdrew from the barren tomb one after another.
As soon as it calmed down here, the voice of Odachi over there came into my mind: "You are doing tomb and digging again? You say you are an adventurer, you don’t want to focus on monsters and upgrades, and everything is all over the world. Running around, always robbing the tomb and digging the grave, are you not afraid that the ghosts of these tomb owners will join hands to beat you in the future?
"No?" I said vacantly, "After these tomb owners died, most of their souls returned to the God of Creation. How could they still wander in the world?"
"Sneer" Otato sneered: "It seems that you have forgotten about Phil Rupert. Who was so scared that he almost sat on the ground?"
"Isn't that the first time I have seen this phenomenon?" I shrugged, and said: "Anyone feels a little uneasy when they experience it for the first time."
"Well, what you said is not bad." Data said, "I remember the anxiety and excitement when I saw blood for the first time, it was deeply burned into my soul, and it caused me to stay for several days. I didn't sleep yet!"
"Does the knife sleep too?" I wondered.
"Isn't it ignorant and ignorant" Dadachi said with a smile: "Not all knives can sleep. Only knives with souls like me can sleep. Oh, yes, this demon knife can also sleep, that is, sleep and wake up. It doesn’t make a difference when you move."
After a few casual chats, to dispel the initial feeling of loneliness, I began to study the reliefs on the walls on both sides.
Although the reliefs look different, but the general style is basically the same, nothing more than fighting and surrender.
The previous relief embodies war and killing, the next one is transformed into surrender to worship.
Countless little people with uniform costumes knelt and worshipped in the same direction. Judging from their prostrate bodies and their faces close to the ground, at the far right end of the relief, the guy in the brocade suit, the big cloak, and the laurel crown. , Should be the supreme king in their minds.
From this I can conclude that the owner of this barren tomb should be the king whom the audience worshipped.
Is it another king's tomb? !
I am mixed.
The good news is that the inventory in the tomb of the king never disappoints me.
The worry is that the danger in the tomb of the king has not disappointed me either.
Walking among the reliefs, I had the illusion of participating in an art exhibition in vain. The craftsmanship of these craftsmen was really lacking. Not only were the characters carved extremely exquisitely and meticulously, but even the atmosphere of the scene was given by them. Chiseled up.
The tragedy of the battlefield and the sacredness of the people when they worshiped are all vividly reflected, so that I, a foreign visitor, can't help but blend into it.
I was immersed in the exquisite relief, and almost forgot everything around me, including the light click from the brick under my feet.
Immediately, a few rapid and powerful whistles sounded, and a few wind pressures came straight to my chest and abdomen.
My spirit is still in a state of admiring the relief, but my body can't help but move. These are all due to the results of my long-term exercise. Of course, I also want to thank Emily for her'ill-treatment' day after day. Raise the sensitivity of my reflex arc to the level that ordinary people can hardly pass.
First, I jumped up in place, and the body in the air suddenly rotated 180 degrees. The picture before my eyes changed from the exquisite relief at the beginning to the relief on the top like clouds and waves, and then another turn. It has become an orderly arrangement of floor tiles.
Until then, my attention finally returned to my body, feeling the strong wind flying everywhere, I tried my best to straighten my body, avoiding these seemingly chaotic, but actually orderly hidden weapons.
This is the case. During the process of falling, I still got stabbed several times in the legs.
I glanced at it. At the calf position of the left leg, there were two steel needles more than ten centimeters long passing through, and the right leg was not much better. Although the calf was not injured, the thigh hit three steel needles, two of which were stuck. On the other side, there is another one that only penetrates halfway.
The sudden acupuncture did not cause too much pain, but instead gave me a cold feeling.
After landing, I didn't pull out the steel needle immediately, but crawled and fled to a wall far away from the organ to hide.
However, this random crawl triggered several organs.
In the organ that was triggered this time, there were no deadly steel needles, but several rows of fire blunderbuss, shooting together.
I really did not expect that the firecrackers installed in the barren tombs could still be used a thousand years ago!
I only heard a few muffled noises, thick smoke billowing, dozens of lead bullets shot over my head and face, scared me to roll on the spot, rolling out several meters in a row, this time it was fine, it did not touch the mechanism under the floor tiles, but Hit the mechanism on the wall.
What I hit was the wall on the left. After hearing a few mechanical sounds, the wall on the right opened a dark gap.
I subconsciously took a photo of the gap with the spar flashlight, which immediately scared me.
What is this!
I saw a fierce head stuck between the gaps, eyes like fire, huge mouths and fangs, and a thick, black, long iron pipe stretched out in the huge mouth of the black hole.
iron tube?
Suddenly, a familiar feeling lingered in my mind.
Immediately, I was shocked.
No wonder it's so familiar, this is a cannon!
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