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Chapter 352 Dwarves, Half-Elves and the Labyrinth

"By my beard, it's a trap! A shameful trap!"

Several fires approached from far in the long corridor, accompanied by the sound of footsteps and angry complaints.

The sound of two footsteps was quite heavy, clanging and echoing in the corridor, while the sound of the other footstep was quite light, with only the rustling sound of the shoe sole rubbing against the stone slab, and the sound of the last footstep was completely covered up, almost faintly not smellable.

Four figures loomed in the flames.

The figure walking in the front was quite short and stocky, wearing a metal helmet, and only a thick garlic-like nose and a pair of copper bell-like eyes were exposed from the bushy black beard.

Slightly behind him is a middle-aged man with a bare upper body, his strong muscles are clearly defined by the light of the torch, and his lower body is wearing loose trousers.

Beside the man is a girl.

She has a very good figure, with tender and smooth skin, slender ears protruding from the long golden hair, holding a hardcover book in her hand, and a small fiery red beast lying on her shoulder.

And at the end of the line, a man was hiding in the shadows under the firelight, always watching his back.

The whining came from the stocky man at the front.

"The contents of the tomb have been taken away a long time ago! All that remains are those damned undead and the traps that cannot be guarded against!"

He waved the hammer in his hand: "There is also a maze! Who would design their own tomb as a maze?"

"Necromancers always like this." The middle-aged man next to him said in a deep voice: "These people play with corpses, and they also play with death. In fact, most of the tombs related to necromancers may not lie in corpses. That said, at least we were lucky enough to be trapped in a maze instead of facing a lich directly."

"I'd rather face the Lich now than be lost in this dark place forever. Our torch is about to burn out Maris. As a wanderer, don't you have nothing to do with this situation?"

The tone of the man at the end was a little awkward: "Actually, getting out of the maze is not the specialty of the rogue. I am good at detecting and dismantling traps. It doesn't mean that I have a good sense of direction. I mean, this maze obviously contains magical power, but Magic. Obviously belongs to Trish's domain!"

"I didn't prepare this kind of magic." The girl named Cuixi had a soft voice, sounding a little out of breath: "Maybe we can try to blow up here directly?"

"Ha! What a great suggestion! There just happens to be a ready-made mausoleum here!" The short and stout man raised his beard, "However, I'm not ready to be buried with a half-elf and two humans!"

"Of course, there are those damn undead!"

Saying so, suddenly there was a bang from the wall next to it.

The four of them were startled, they stopped in their tracks, and looked over.

I saw a trace of a stone gate suddenly appeared on the originally smooth wall of the corridor, and began to rise slowly.

"I don't think this is a good omen." The short and stout man clenched the hammer in his hand: "Who said the lich is coming?"

"If there were liches here, we would all be dead the moment we came in. Of course, I agree with what you said earlier, this is not a good sign, it's best to be ready for battle, guys." The middle-aged man's waist slightly sink.

The girl frowned slightly and retreated behind everyone.

And that rogue, has already lightly hid at the side of the stone gate, and took out a dagger.

In such a tense atmosphere, a figure in a black robe and a hood appeared in front of everyone.

He was holding a suitcase in one hand, and a long sword that looked exquisite was hung on his waist, and a strange black magical creature was floating beside him. In the light of the torch, everyone could see the exposed lower part of the hood. Half of the face, the plump and healthy skin reflects the light.

The dwarf reflexively wanted to rush forward, but the middle-aged man raised his hand to stop him.

"Wait, it doesn't look like an undead—" He cautiously stared at the man who suddenly appeared, "Who are you?"

"I—" The man in the hood was about to speak when the middle-aged man interrupted suddenly:

"Put down the things in your hands, let this magical creature stay away from us, and then, slowly, slowly take off the hood, so that we can see your face." He stared at the man with sharp eyes, and said: " I don't want you to make any misleading behavior, I mean, my companions are not very good-tempered."

"If you don't put down your arms, I'm afraid I can't follow your advice. After all, I also need to ensure my safety." The man raised his hand: "Of course, in order to show that I am not hostile, I am willing to take off the hood."

A face with black hair and black pupils appeared in front of the four of them.

"My name is Tang Sen, and I'm a traveler, so, can you explain to me what happened here?"

"Traveler?" The middle-aged man looked Tang Sen up and down: "You really don't look like a common race on the Sword Coast, but more like a Karatu people. However, a traveler will not appear in this kind of place. place."

"Normally, it's really not." Tang Sen showed a helpless smile: "But there are always many accidents in this world, isn't it?"

Such words immediately made the short and strong man nod repeatedly, and said in a rough voice: "That's right, a damn accident!"

He put down the hammer, looked at Tang Sen's attire and Daisy next to him: "Are you a spellcaster? I've often heard some stories... or accidents, when some spellcasters release magic, they don't Carefully teleported yourself to a dangerous place—”

"Then find the legendary treasure?" The girl behind her suddenly poked her head out.

"No, then I was either beaten to death by goblins, or smashed to death by ogres. The worst ones don't even know how they died!" There are indeed many treasures in this world, but more are corpses that died tragically because of recklessness!"

"Obviously, I'm the lucky one." Tang Sen spread his hands and laughed at himself, "At least the one standing in front of me is not an ogre."

Such words immediately eased the tense atmosphere, and even the middle-aged man relaxed slightly, saying: "It's really not, but unfortunately, you... or we, the problems we are facing now are much more troublesome than ogres."

"By the way, my name is Carmelo Meyers, and I am a monk. These are my teammates."

"Bahn Baldeck, dwarf warrior—"

He pointed to the stocky, bearded man.

"Tracey, a half-elf mage."

The girl lowered her head shyly.

"There is also Maris Max, who grew up in Neverwinter and was a wanderer."

A figure quietly flashed out from the side of the door, put away his dagger, and waved at Tang Sen:

"I definitely didn't mean to slit your throat just now, I mean, I usually like to come from behind."

(End of this chapter)