The harsh short whistle sounded in the deep dark tombs. Joel, who was not so pious, felt a little bit about it. He had a hint of "fear of awakening the dead who rested around him" in his heart, but this was just a thought. Joel did not pay special attention to it. After all, there was already a "wake-up dead" or "an existence that disturbed the dead's resting".

What exactly is that thing? Although Joel initially thought that thing was a monster formed by a resurrected undead, when he saw the transparent liquid seeping out of the eye sockets and teeth of the head with the correct position, he began to doubt that is there really a way for the deceased's skeleton to flow out of the head?

Anthony took Joel around the tunnel of the catacomb, and from time to time stopped to listen to other sounds besides the harsh short whistle: the chaotic footsteps, the roar and mockery of the mercenaries, and the "cry" sound of bone collisions. They were looking for the last sound to be made.

Before entering the deep tomb, Anthony said to all the mercenaries that the short whistle meant gathering. Now all the mercenaries are moving closer to the position where the short whistle is emitted. Anthony must seize the time and attract the monster's hatred to himself before he arrives with the fleeing mercenaries who have arrived at the "dead end" that has not been built yet, so as to gain more time for them.

"Is there any way?" Anthony suddenly asked.

"What?" Joel asked calmly.

"How to attract that monster's attention." Anthony seemed to be asking Joel, and he seemed to be asking himself, his brain was running rapidly, thinking about all the methods that could be used.

"You can use fire like those mercenaries." Joel, who followed Anthony behind, said lightly, "Maybe you can also use fire to damage that head. Have you noticed it too? That head."

"That's right." Anthony replied in a vague tone, "If you guess correctly, it should be an existence similar to the 'core'. Before it became like that, it could roll around, it specially used several layers of skeleton to protect the head. That is to say, that is, it was a weakness."

"It should be fine if you penetrate the oil and then ignite it."

"But it's too much," Anthony said, gritting his teeth, "we must prepare enough fuel to deal with the Black Knight below. Did you say that? Those guys are just afraid of fire?"

"That's right." Joel nodded slightly.

"Our current personnel are only half of the planned ones, but their combat effectiveness is lower than half of the planned ones. They were actually killed by a monster. If they were going deep into the ground, God would know if they could complete the task of the strategy copy." Anthony, who was complaining in a low voice, suddenly stood firm, and Joel stopped. The two of them pricked up their ears and listened to the "rumble" rolling sound coming from the darkness in the distance.

"Joel whispered, "Come over."

"Wait a minute." Anthony suddenly remembered something. He raised his head and looked at Joel beside him. Joel also looked at his face in confusion, "Have you been here before?"

"That's right. So what?"

"Didn't you find anything similar to this monster when you came here?" Anthony asked in confusion.

"No." Joel replied without thinking, "When I came here, it was just a 'tomb', everything except the dead..." Suddenly, Joel also remembered something, and he shut up.

Anthony lowered his head and quickly took something out of the "backpack". "Did you find this in the deep grave?"

Joel looked at the thing in Anthony's hand and was silent for a few seconds, then nodded slightly.

...

"What?! Open the city gate?! Isn't this asking you to die?! If the adults in the inner castle know, they must hang me and those mobs in the market!" The garrison officer of the city gate widened his eyes and looked at the Barrow Warrior who was wearing a brown cloak, tall, thick eyebrows, serious expression but with a big bald head.

"This is to resist the invasion of the trolls." Barolwufu said in a deep voice, "I just need to put a team of people out."

"No! If you guys become deserters, what should I do if the Duke blames me?!" The garrison officer waved his hands repeatedly. He was almost middle-aged, and the ability of the guards to live to his age shows that he is much more cautious than ordinary people. No wonder he was appointed as the garrison officer of the city gate in the northeast. Under the walls here are soldiers from Aide Town and mercenaries from the south. This is also the reason why Barovif chose this wall.

If it was the city wall in the northwest, there were a large number of guards from Linle and Langshi Town stationed there. It would be even more impossible to get out of the city gate under their noses. The city walls in the northeast where the soldiers of Aide Town were stationed were different. This time, the commander of the soldiers in Aide Town were the son of the duke, Mr. Mudof. Barrowfu had met him once, and he also appreciated this young NPC and the heir of the duke. If it were him, he should be able to understand my plan. Barrowfu couldn't help but think of this.

"I don't have time to talk nonsense to you," Barrowfu thought of this and looked down at the city gate garrison. "The north has blown, and the monsters want to take advantage of the wind and snow blowing from the north to break through the city wall. We must win this chess in front of the Baron of Wind and Snow!" The city gate garrison also took a step back unconsciously because of his expression. After all, mercenaries are recognized as dangerous people, and cautious people will not be willing to offend them.

But now, this cautious man was also the city gate garrison officer. "No, no!" Although he was not confident enough, he still refused sternly, "If there was no order issued by the duke, I would not let anyone leave here! Don't think about it!" After saying that, he deliberately left his head and turned around to hide the fact that he was shaking slightly.

After all, he had already sat in the position of the city gate garrison officer. He was different from other guards who could not read a word. He knew the story of "the hero of Nalun Town", which made him feel scared after refusing Barolwu so sternly. After all, this was a surprise attack on a mercenary group and a regular army of the Principality and wiped out the enemy and saved Nalun Town.

Sure enough, when a sigh of anger came from behind him, the city gate garrison turned to look at Barolwufu guiltily, and it was this time that his sight met Barolwufu. "I said, it's too late." Barolwufu said obviously patiently, he frowned, and his eyes seemed to be burning with anger, "If military affairs are delayed, I will hang you for the Duke!"

"Are you threatening me?" The city gate garrison officer mustered up his courage and showed an angry expression, "Are you in danger of a city gate garrison officer, mercenary?"

"Yes!" Barrow's blunt speech made the garrison officer stunned. "I'll ask again last!" As he said, Barrow's blunt hand reached out and pulled out the heavy sword around his waist. It was a steel sword larger than an ordinary broad sword. It was a weapon tailored for the tall Barrow's blunt. There were two interlaced iron chains wrapped around the hilt of the sword, which seemed very heavy. "Can you open the city gate?!"

The two confronted each other, and the garrison subconsciously looked at his two guards guarding the door. When the guard saw Barrow's martial arts want to draw his sword, he wanted to go forward to stop him. However, at this time, the mercenaries of the Iron Chain Knights outside the door had already walked in. The two mercenaries who walked in were tall, wearing light leather armor with iron pieces inlaid, holding a war hammer in his hand. He pressed a guard against the wall. The new hammer handle of the war hammer resisted the guard's protection.

The young guard immediately turned red and began to struggle, but after being hit hard in his abdomen, he became much more honest; and the other one was even more exaggerated. He was fully armed, with a giant helmet like an iron barrel on his head, a nail-head hammer in his hand, and a wooden square shield in his hand. He pressed the other guard against the wall with a square shield, raised the nail-head hammer, with a posture of "If you dare to act rashly, I will smash your head."

"You, do you want to rebel?!" The garrison officer widened his eyes at this moment. He began to retreat, but he had no choice but to the table leaning against the wall. The garrison officer's room at the city gate was not actually wide, but he immediately picked up the iron sword on the table and pointed it at Barolwufu. "If the Duke knows what you have done, he will hang all of your brown robes!"

"That's the past," Barolf walked over without fear, raising a heavy sword with one hand, "Now, as long as I can fight back the monster, the Duke will naturally not ask about the little things like you. Have you heard of the Duke's new announcement?"

Barrow's words made the garrison's face look ugly. His hand holding the sword kept trembling. When Barrow's hand slowly approached, when the heavy sword in his hand touched the iron sword in his hand, he sat down on the table as if he was deflated. The iron sword in his hand also fell on the wooden floor. "I understand!" He shouted loudly, "Don't kill me! I understand! I will order the city gate to be opened! So put the sword down!"

After hearing his words, Barolof did not put away his sword immediately, but he turned around and winked at his subordinates. The two mercenaries of the Iron Chain Knights put away their weapons. The guard who had used the handle of the war hammer to hold back the throat armor immediately collapsed on the ground and coughed violently.

"Give orders immediately." The heavy sword in Barolwufu's hand was slanted downwards, pointing at the garrison officer who was slumped on the ground. The man's face turned pale, and he looked at his released subordinate.

"Quick! Come down! Go open the side door of the city wall immediately! Let the Iron Chain Knights team go out! Hurry!" As he said that, he raised his head and looked at Barolwufu, "You said! You only need to send a team of people out!" He raised his head as if he had told Barolwufu that it was his last bottom line.

"Of course, garrison officer, of course." Barolwufu said as he took back the heavy sword into the scabbard. He turned to look at his subordinates, and then walked straight towards the exit, "Thank you for your help, sir, I will mention your understanding and help in the report to the Duke."

When he walked to the door, Barovu heard a resentful voice coming from behind: "I hope you can tell the Duke this in front of me."

Barolwufu ignored him and didn't even slow down his pace. He didn't have this time now.

"Gres," Barrowf turned his head and looked at his subordinates with a warhammer behind him, "The people in your gargoyle group are the ones who know the place where the tar pots are arranged in the forest, right?"

"Yes, sir." Grace replied in a deep voice, "Although most of the people were killed, I have contacted them offline and obtained the burial place of the tar pot."

"That's good." Barolwu turned his head and looked forward, then walked down the narrow stairs in the city wall with steady steps, "Let me a beautiful fire." He told Grace.

"Yes!" Grace replied immediately, and a revengeful smile appeared on her face.

...

When the pale skeleton sphere appeared in view, Anthony and Joel noticed that there seemed to be something black on its "body", not knowing whether it was a burning mark or a residual tar, or something worse - such as blood.

"Hey! Monster!" Anthony suddenly shouted loudly, and the spur popped up on the sphere and stuck it into the narrow tunnel. "Look at this!" Without Anthony's words, the sphere was also making a crackling sound, as if the internal structure of the sphere was changing. Anthony said, raising the torch with one hand and holding up a thing that Joel gave him not long ago - the golden fish-slicing knife inlaid with gems and shells, an expensive burial object.

Joel couldn't help but recall the conversation he had just had with Anthony. "You mean you broke a sarcophagus when you entered the deep tomb from Black City and then found the fish-cutting knife from it?" Anthony asked with a frown.

"Yes, there's this mask." Jon pointed to the thing he was wearing on his face. "But I didn't find such a monster-like thing at that time."

"Then we can infer that this thing only appeared after you left. What do you think of this guess?" Anthony asked in a deep voice.

"It's possible." Joel nodded.

"Then I will talk about two possibilities. The first is that this monster was originally in this deep tomb, but it only woke up after you left; the second is that it followed you and came to this deep tomb from the Black City."

"Under the deep tomb is the hall of the four Black Knights. I think it is impossible for anything to follow me to the tomb." Joel replied in a deep voice, "Those Black Knights stayed there to prevent things from entering the tomb."

"So that's it." Anthony nodded slightly, "So, the skeletons gathered on the monster's body... should be the skeletons in this tomb, right?" Anthony said as he looked around. Although the bodies placed in the grooves on the walls on both sides were quite complete, the deep tomb was still very large after all, so Anthony's speculation should be valid.

"Then..." Anthony suddenly looked at Joel, then shook the luxurious fish-slicing knife in his hand. "Is there any possibility? Is the owner of this fish-slicing knife, is he related to this monster? For example, his body is also on the monster, for example... he is a monster?"

Recalling Anthony's words, Joel raised his head and looked at the white sphere not far away. Then the skeletons on it started to work again. The layers of ribs opened like a mouth full of fangs, revealing the deepest head. Joel recognized it at a glance. Although there were no eyeballs in the black eye sockets, Joel felt it staring straight at the fish-cutting knife in Anthony's hand that emitted a dazzling luster under the fire.

By the way?!Joel was stunned, but Anthony reacted extremely quickly.

"Escape!" Anthony's body turned around as he shouted, and Joel immediately responded with him.

...

The dragon is the loneliest creature in Adam's world.

Dragons are asexual creatures, so they do not have the ability to reproduce. They have existed since the beginning of the world's birth, but the number of their tribes has not increased since then.

Dragons are immortal, and even if they are burned to ashes, they will still survive in the form of ashes.

Dragons are solitary creatures and have a strong sense of territory. They regard them as enemies as long as they enter their own realm.

Dragons have no unified civilization, or in other words, each dragon is a civilization itself. The language and words used by each dragon are created by itself. There is no dragon in the world that uses the same words and language, so there is no communication or communication between them.

The language of dragons is called "incomplete sound". Only blind or deaf people can feel it and understand its meaning, while sound people can only hear meaningless roars. Therefore, dragons will plunder blind or deaf creatures back to their nests and keep them in captivity. People who do not understand this phenomenon think that the creatures plundered by dragons have their bloodlines, so the dragons will capture them, so they are called "dragon blood descendants".

Dragons have no concept of time, and they have no feeling about things in the world except "Dragon Blood Seed". A person and a stone are the same thing for them. For dragons, there are only three types of things in the world, "Dragon Blood Seed", "Enemy" and "Other".

Dragon language is the origin of the profound ancient magic. It is said that it is the technology inherited by "Dragon Bloodborne" after learning Dragon Language from Dragon Language. Magic itself is the embodiment and inheritance of Dragon Civilization.
Chapter completed!