In the dark caves, except for the sound of the drops of water, there are only one footsteps.

"Hey."

The addition of alchemy flammables made the brilliance of the torch a bit brighter, and it also made me see the surrounding furnishings.

The rough cave is obviously not a formal entrance, but it is a vast expanse.

The rock wall above the head is even more than 100 meters high, the gray palace group stretches at the end of the angle of view, and the gray masonry ladder builds the road between the palaces.

Under the palace group, there are short brick and stone bungalows, but now there are only brick and stone walls.

It should have been a relic of a certain civilization, but it was apparent that the thief was more than once, and there was a stone statue that was inconvenient to move. The looters did not leave anything, and the gold skin and gems on the statue were dug.

Probably the level of craftsmanship is not enough or it is too old, the murals are already gray and black, and even the scrolls of parchment are so bad that they can't be seen.

"Is it empty again?"

The words of the dead cat made me feel tight. If the target was stolen by the thief, then I would really find a needle in the haystack.

"......... ask the gatekeeper here first."

One by one, the skeleton bones came out of the ruins. Most of them were dressed as tomb thieves, but there were still some bones of the bird's head.

"Don't you?"

When I saw the enemy, I was relieved. Among the remains and ruins, the most common types were undead.

Looking at it, most of the undead are sacral, low-level squadrons (civilian version), scorpion shooters, squatters, but the highest order, I am afraid there are a few sorcerers, there is no lich .

And the existence of these things, at least indicates that this relic has not been repeatedly cleaned up, there should be valuable items in it.

I am afraid that even if there are high-level undead, there is no wisdom. After all, even if it is lonely, like a lich, I will occasionally want to go out. It can be accepted in this moldy underground for hundreds of years, and it is too much for thousands of years and tens of thousands of years.

Many people think that the undead is older and stronger. In a sense, this is an illusion.

The living wisdom of the undead. Generally speaking, it is unlikely to be weak.

"Oh, it's weathered. Don't make it too shred before you extract the memory."

The negative energy of the squadrons in front of them began to dissipate. The bones are almost fossilized, and some walk away and lay down on their own. What fighting power is there.

It’s not that the longer and the more powerful, the more powerful, the only one that can live for so long, only the powerful undead.

The low-level undead without wisdom has been alone for a long time. As the negative energy dissipates, the normal situation will gradually weaken and even return to the dust. If the negative energy concentration in that area is high, it may be in a piece of corpse and broken. A new undead reappears in the bones. But it is totally different from the natural undead.

Only those intelligent souls will consciously gather more negative energy and gradually become stronger, more awkward and lonely.

The bones in front of the eyes give people the feeling that they are going to fall to the ground when the wind blows. It is probably that the enclosed environment here gives them enough shelter.

Such an undead guard, bullying a tomb thief with little power is OK, but for me, such a necromancer, there is no meaning.

After a few low-level enslavements of the undead, they seized the control of these undead undead.

I directly extracted the memory in the soul fragments, but I frowned.

"The oldest undead is less than a thousand years old. It climbed out of the wreckage here. It was already a ruin. At that time, the crust changed, and the entrance and exit was harder to find. There is no treasure here, no one at all. coming."

I would rather encounter the undead bone dragon blocking the road. I don't want to encounter this kind of situation....... This is a little bit to find, to find the Year of the Monkey, and finally there may be no gain.

And when I turn around, I am even more unwilling.

"I smell the smell of the living, who dares to disturb the sleep of the great Glinka."

On the other side of the palace group, there was a sudden roar. That is the secret language between the souls. It is the patent of the high-order undead. From the magic fluctuations and the dragon language, it seems to be a bone dragon?

Soon, a ghost dragon flew out of the palace group. Although it was only a dragon that was less than five meters long, the dragon had not arrived yet, but the voice was passed.

"The crow's mouth is still in use..."

Two minutes later, the ghost dragon who had just been screaming and clawing lay on his head, and under my "friendly request", I was very excited and enthusiastic about the situation around me.

"Mirror? Is it a flashing thing? Can it reflect the flash of foreign objects?"

This little ghost dragon seems to know nothing about the mirror, but with my "enthusiasm help", I quickly remembered something.

"I saw it a long time ago, but I couldn’t bite it. I lost it later. I don’t know where it is, but it should be here."

I was too lazy to look at the ghost dragon in front of my face.

It is very difficult to clarify the memory of the memory, even if I can't remember it. I don't plan to rummage through this guy's memory for hundreds of years.

Then...

"This dragon is still useful, at least it shows that this stuff is strong enough, not afraid of tossing. Then, I will move it to me and I will find it when I dig three feet."

One by one, the soldiers went up from the ground, picked up the **** and the knife and fork, and began a treasure hunt.

Worried that there are not enough people, I also summoned a group of undead creatures to help search.

As a veteran robber.. adventurer, exploring the relics, I have not experienced it. The treasures are not like games. They are placed in a treasure chest and you are going to open them, or killing monsters. .

The kind of magical fluctuations are fierce. At first glance, you know that it is a good thing. Most of them are cursed items and traps. No one will wander around with the whole family. Even if it is a low IQ monster, his own treasures are disguised and trapped. Not less.

There is no certain identification, and the valuable antiques will be used as scrap iron in front of me. I have seen a dozen of rookie gold-plated bronze swords as treasures. Those lucky legends from the grocery store to the artifacts. The premise is that there is a stupid egg that sells the artifact as a waste.

Although this kind of thing is ninety-nine is a scam for the profiteer boss to lie to the newcomer, there are still a few precedents. After all, not every adventurer squad will bring a senior appraiser, and some goods are not in the right place, especially the thieves. The tomb thief in the tomb is satisfied with the safe delivery, and it is common to sell good goods.

"So, have you missed it? Have you bought a good thing at a low price?"

The dead cat was a little surprised.

"No, I have seen others smash, such as Cavans, Cavans, Adam, Adam..."

I feel that this world is unfair. I feel that these low IQs are successful. I clearly identify and test each time, but I have never been to the treasure, so...

“So, when I opened my own store in Sulphur Mountain City, I sold the ‘unidentified stolen goods’, ‘the antiques that the catacombs got,’ and one hundred silver coins. The business was good at the beginning.”

"...you can keep a long-term supply of things that are messy? You must have arranged for the ‘winning’.”

"My antique craftsmanship is not bad, and then there are messy things that the system gives...."

Herois shook her head and she guessed what happened afterwards.

"It was later exposed, can't you drive on?"

"....... No, although it did not open later, but the reason is not this."

"What is that? You feel boring?"

"...I accidentally looked away, really five hundred silver sold an artifact, a big loss, a loss of crying, can not do it."

"According to your temper, I didn't think of getting it back? Oh, I understand, don't tell me that Adam is bought?"

I nodded heavily, and this matter has become a shadow of my heart. I lost a turnover of at least ten years, and then I will never open a store again.

I had a chat with Herois, but I was also killing time.

The low-level undead are helping to find, but when they can find it, they really don't know.

"Reflective fragments", "hard stones" I gave these low-order orders to these low-level undead, and they could not understand the complicated ones. There were already squadrons holding strange stones in front of me. It seems that this Some are looking for it.

One year? Half a year? But the rare lucky **** actually took care of me once, after the gravel piled up in front of me became a hill, less than a week, a smashing laborer who was about to rot, brought me the mirror. (~^~)