The Divine Hunter Chapter 8: Dragon Language Stone Tablet
In the cave intertwined with cobwebs, the dim firelight illuminated three faces with different expressions.
"Man, put me down quickly. I know the Wild Waterfall Temple, and I swear to help you open that door!" Avel, who was tied into a rice dumpling, begged loudly with a mournful face. His wrinkled expression looked extremely funny. The handsome young man wearing a horned helmet and heterochromatic irises just shook his head and said something that only he could understand.
"I will give you a choice. After I rescue you, you will be my servant until I leave this world. If you don't shake your head, I will take it as your agreement."
"What are you doing? Who are you? Why did you come here and get caught by a big spider?" Frien on the other side crossed his arms over his chest and looked suspiciously at this sharp-mouthed monkey with a mustache on his upper and lower lips. The cheekbones are prominent, describing how this wretched guy can penetrate so far into the Wild Waterfall Temple without alerting the group of bandits and undead.
"You two, please put me down first... I, I can't breathe, I'm about to... suffocate, okay!"
The words stopped abruptly.
A slender and powerful palm pressed down on the top of Avel's head.
The demon hunter's face came closer to him, and the dark gold and silver-grey eyes were reflected in his pupils.
This moment.
Avel's body became stiff as if struck by lightning, and even his breathing stopped. Suddenly, a towering black shadow like a mountain appeared in his mind, and he looked down at him condescendingly.
Like a **** looking at an ant, there is neither disdain nor pity in his eyes, but a cold message.
Submit, surrender.
Open your heart and give up resistance.
Countless scarlet arms and legs with suckers danced behind him like afterimages, like a group of pythons bathed in blood and falling into madness, wrapping him in a **** halo.
The dense suckers intersect with sharp teeth, spreading an indescribable fear and darkness.
With just one glance, he felt like he had fallen into an ice cave, and the blood that filled the air seemed to drown him, burying him into the bottomless abyss of the sea of blood.
Surrender, surrender!
The will gap is five to six times.
Avel couldn't bear the slightest bit of resistance.
Fryen, who was standing next to the witcher, saw his companion suddenly holding down the spider web man's head. The man's face was dull at first as if he was lost, and then the body in the spider web began to convulse, and his skinny cheeks widened his eyes in fear. , the blood vessels on his neck and temples were protruding, and he was breathing like a cow, as if he had seen some extremely terrifying scene.
Frien swallowed,
"What on earth is Golden Eye doing? Is this the legendary mind-reading skill?"
In the blink of an eye, it seems like another year.
Roy let go of his hand and began to cut the cobweb, and the tight body of the sweating man suddenly softened and broke away from the restraints.
He rubbed his wrists and ankles, checked his body, took a deep breath, and looked at the witcher with a kind of awe that was so humble that he looked at his master's hound.
His back was slightly bent, and he stood obediently at the opponent's starting point.
He cleared his throat and introduced himself like he was pouring beans.
"Thank you both for your help. I am Avel the Swift, you can call me Avil. I come from the Lonely City. I explore and search for treasures everywhere. I found an ancient building in an ancient book - the Temple of the Wild Waterfall. location, so he and a few companions sneaked in."
"I'm not bragging, as long as I enter the stealth state, even eagles, hounds, and bats can't find me!"
"Unfortunately, the horse stumbled and accidentally got caught in the frost-eating spider's web, snaring its path."
Frien narrowed his eyes and questioned,
"Why are you so cooperative all of a sudden?"
"You two saved my life," Avel felt Roy's spiritual message, "I always repay a favor! I decided to cooperate with you to solve the mystery of this desolate waterfall temple."
As Avel spoke, he mentally translated Frien's words to Roy.
And Roy had a strange feeling in his heart - his words were an irresistible order for Avel. Even if he was asked to die, he would commit suicide immediately.
Once he resists, his soul will be crushed by the **** will left in his body.
Every thought running in Avel's heart can be accessed immediately as long as he thinks about it.
Domestication is definitely the most overbearing and unfair ability in history.
Actually, Roy is not interested in controlling anyone's life or death. He prefers a cooperative relationship with Gorfen.
Avel
Age: 35
Identity: Thief
Life: 80
Attributes:
Strength: 6
Agility: 8
Physique: 8
Perception: 8
Will: 6
Charm: 4
Spirit: 5
Skills:
War cry, cold resistance, basic swordsmanship lv5, basic bow and arrow lv4, constellation blessing - (thief's blessing), riding skill lv5.
Stealth lv4: An ability to cover one's own movements and avoid sight. Cultivate it to the highest level and completely integrate with the surrounding environment. Even if you stand in front of the enemy, the other party cannot detect you.
Lockpicking level 4: A skillful person can use a lockpicking tool to unlock most delicate locks.
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"You made a wise decision. We are here to look for a dragon stone. Do you know its whereabouts?"
"According to me, it is hidden behind the dragon claw door in the story hall together with the power left by the ancient Nords..." Avel took a torch and burned the cobweb in front of him, bent over and glanced in Another cramped darkroom.
"What power?" Frien stepped forward and followed him,
Avel asked telepathically, and only after receiving permission did he explain, "The legendary power used by Nord heroes to defeat the dragon."
"What? Defeat the giant dragon," Frien shook his head quickly, with a look of disbelief, "You are not talking nonsense. Have you ever seen a giant dragon? It is as big as a hill, its skin is harder than basalt, and it is almost invulnerable. , can also spit out flames to burn people to ashes, and summon meteors and fire showers to destroy a town."
"I tell you, we just saw this scene in Holy Land Town not long ago."
"How can a small human being be the opponent of such a terrifying existence? This is just a fabricated legend!"
However, there is an ancient voice in the dark urging this dragonborn, this power really exists, get it, get it.
It seems that this power originally belonged to him.
And Roy casually rubbed the blade with his nails, pouring magic power into the "Summoning Demon Pet" rune.
The hellhound jumped out of the spherical door, sticking out its tongue and rushing to the front to lead the way.
"Legends and stories are by no means groundless. I always believe this. When we open the Dragon Claw Door, the result will be known!" Avel said with confidence, "And I happen to already have the key to that door."
Avel took out a palm-sized handicraft from his pocket, a three-fingered dragon claw made of gold.
Frien's eyelids twitched when the other party respectfully handed the dragon claw to Brother Golden Eyes.
"The charm of golden eyes has reached the point where it is suitable for both men and women? Why not give it to me?"
Roy rubbed the golden dragon claw, turned it over, and suddenly discovered that the bottom of the handicraft was carved with three animal patterns from top to bottom - bear, moth, and owl.
He thought of the lever mechanism he encountered when he first entered the temple. Could it be another clue to decipher the secret?
"Where did you find the dragon claw?"
"I won't hide the two saviors. I stole them from Lukan, the owner of the Ximu Town Trading Company. People in our line of work are bound to have a hard time sometimes."
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The next journey will become smoother because of the addition of a powerful force.
The Nord undead have amazing strength and are not afraid of pain, especially those who wield two-handed weapons. A charged blow can even make a demon hunter numb, and they have perfectly inherited their superb martial arts skills in life.
If Roy only used swordsmanship to fight in close quarters, the three undead would be enough to make him confused.
However, they are too slow.
Three wretched "Nords" and two summons cooperated with each other to almost perfectly restrain this group of undead - the illusion shot the undead archers in the distance with a crossbow, and Roy guarded the narrow passage and used Blood Slash to deal with the surge. As for the large force that arrived, Avel and the Dragonborn covered each other to deal with the remaining troops in the rear. This thief's swordsmanship was especially superior to the two of them.
Waving his hand, a shadow of swords and swords spread out. His body was so slippery that he seemed to be dancing on the tip of the knife, and he often passed dangerously between the ax blade and the hammer edge.
A steel sword makes a whirring sound, attacking the undead's neck and eye sockets with fierce and sharp moves.
And Frien picked up another Nord shield, with a sharp and unforged Gurwishir in one hand and a shield in the other. He defended and counterattacked in a wretched manner, and basically suffered no injuries.
Two hours later.
Three people and one dog left behind dozens of corpses, with some broken skin and minor injuries, and finally came to the closed dark gold door.
It is like a precise, tightly-fitted machine. Its surface is covered with simple patterns like twisted vines, and three small holes are exposed in the center of the door, which exactly match the three claws of the golden dragon's claws.
The dragon's claw is the key.
But just having the key is not enough.
There are three huge circles of stone wheels exposed from the inside to the outside on the door. Each circle depicts an animal at a certain angle. You need to turn all three circles to produce the correct animal pattern, and then you can use the key to open it.
"So, we have to turn the stone wheel according to the pattern on the bottom of the dragon claw?" Frien said doubtfully, "Since the answer to the rotation of the stone wheel is painted on the bottom of the dragon claw, what is the difference between this and using the dragon claw to open the door directly? Difference?"
"Why did the builder spend so much time arranging these three stone wheel mechanisms? Does it look good? This is unnecessary."
"It makes sense." Avel's slightly shrill voice sounded, "Don't you think that the lever switch at the entrance is surprisingly simple? Except for imbeciles, normal people can spot the clues at a glance."
"Cough, cough..." Frien's face turned red and he retorted, "No way? The mechanism at the door is obviously much more difficult than this!"
"These three circles of stone wheels do not mean that there is another lock." At this time, an idea flashed in Roy's mind, and Avel Translator spoke his words accordingly. "Just to make sure that the person who goes in is still alive. Only people who are alive and have normal IQs can crack this pediatric mechanism."
"And the dead, the Nord undead, you should have noticed along the way."
"What is the difference between them and fools?"
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"Is the stone wheel on this door to prevent Nord undead from entering and taking away treasures? Well, no matter what the reason is." Avel's heart moved, "You two, are you ready for a surprise?"
"娇...娇..."
After shaking off the dust, the stone door opened downwards.
At the end of the dim and spacious hall, the three of them saw a circle of erected arched stone walls from a distance, covered with claw marks and lightning-like ancient characters. A dark coffin was placed in front of the stone wall.
Roy pressed the shoulders of the Dragonborn who couldn't wait to move forward, and outlined the Kolampu Seal with the five fingers of his left hand, summoning the illusion of the demon hunter, letting the illusion walk over with a crossbow in one hand and the Dragon Dream in the other, while the Cerberus was not far away. Followed closely behind him.
Ten seconds later.
"Bang!"
The illusion opened the dark coffin board as instructed, and a Nord undead was lying in rest inside.
The one-handed battle ax and shield surrounded by magic light are placed on the chest.
It felt an unusual movement, and under the dark domed helmet, a pair of ice-blue eyes suddenly opened.
"Roar..."
Like an enraged beast, it roared, held both sides of the coffin with both hands, and sat up with its haggard body like a mummy.
However, there was no time to climb out of the coffin!
"Click!"
Dragon's dream is shattered!
The white alchemical gas instantly enveloped its entire body, and the illusion quickly retreated.
"Pfft..."
The Cerberus not far away breathed flames at it.
"Boom!"
Fires shot into the sky, the entire hall shook, and stalactites on the ceiling kept falling.
Continuous small orange mushroom clouds flickered.
"Whoosh—"
The bowstring vibrated, and the illusion shot two arrows in succession into the mist.
Two **** of blood exploded.
The huge push made the undead's shoulders shake, and he took two steps back.
It roared angrily, stood the shield in front of it, and stepped out of the flames. The red light made it look like a skeletal demon.
"Wow—"
It shatters the illusion with one strike of an axe.
Hiding at the other end of the hall, Roy outlined his fingers and summoned an illusion again, asking it to approach with a crossbow and shoot.
"Bang!"
"Zi——"
A round, scorching fireball streaked through the air.
A blue-purple electric arc plowed open the ground.
The demon hunter threw two seals with both hands, knocking it to the side. The arc of electricity passed through the dark armor, and it was paralyzed and trembling for a second.
Cerberus and Phantom retreated, joining forces with Roy.
The three surrounded the undead, holding hands, and launched another indiscriminate long-range attack.
Lightning, flames, and arrows, Frien was dazzled and dumbfounded.
This undead called the Overlord has more than two levels of strength, nearly three levels of physique, and a maxed-out one-handed axe. However, speed is still its shortcoming, and everything is in vain when it cannot get close to its opponent.
After just fifteen seconds, it stood upright in the flames like a flashback, its icy blue pupils widened, its shield and sword spread to both sides, it took a deep breath and roared forward!
At this moment, Roy faintly heard a strange sound, as if the air was burning,
"Vos!"
His five senses are hallucinating.
Its roar was so powerful that it shattered boulders and tore apart the sky.
The ground trembled under your feet, and a majestic force surged out from the center of the earth, turning into an indestructible air current, overturning obstacles and destroying everything.
A powerful and irresistible air flow hit the illusion head-on. The latter rose into the air and was torn into pieces by the surging force in mid-air.
"Whoosh—"
The bowstring vibrates.
After coming back to his senses, Roy recalled his hand crossbow and shot two arrows at the target.
The undead who were on fire finally languished on the ground exhausted.
Kill the Nord Undead Overlord, experience value +260, Demon Hunter lv12 (5400/12500)
Even if it dies, it clings to its battle ax and shield.
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"The crisis is over..." Avel glanced at the demon hunter in awe, "Let's go, man, it's time to harvest!"
"Wait, you two, did you hear that guy's roar just now?" Frien walked towards the stone wall, a strange blush appeared on his face, and the blood in his chest seemed to be uncontrollable, "What a powerful force... I remember that the dragon in Holy Land Town also uttered the same syllable!"
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The three of them found the dragon stone, the target of their trip, near the coffin, a palm-shaped stone carved with a detailed map.
There are also more than a hundred gold coins and a second small soul stone.
And a one-handed ax with a long handle covered in rough leather and an arc that is easy to hold in the hand——
Old Nord sharpens the cold battle ax
Type: One-handed ax
Material: steel block, leather, oak wood, soul stone.
Features: Weight 2.06 pounds, handle length 20 inches (0.5 meters)…
Enchanting——
Cold Invasion: Each hit to an enemy will cause weak cold damage to him and slow down his movement and reaction speed.
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Roy's eyes lit up,
Can this thing be used as an upgrade material for my own bound weapons?
He directly put the enchanted weapon into the loot package.
Looking up, Dragonborn Frien stood in front of the mural, his eyes staring straight, unblinking as if attracted by magnetism.
The entire mural had a strong reaction with him. Each character burst out with a strong light, flew away from the wall, connected end to end and spun in mid-air, brushing against the dragonborn's body. , poured in!
The Dragonborn's expression was as cold as ice, and his brows were furrowed, revealing an enigmatic expression, as if he was listening to some holy words.
What is going on?
The demon hunter's eyes became deep and he started observing that wall.
A line of words appeared on the template.
Your lv2 observation is not enough to obtain information. ~IndoMTL.com~Skill Point-1
Observe lv2→lv3
Swish, a lot of prompts appear on the template——
You have observed a special dragon language stone tablet, which records the earth bone magic - dragon roar, unyielding power and power (Fus).
You are not a dragon.
You are not a Dragonborn either.
You cannot understand dragon language.
But the strength of your soul meets the standards. Thin ancient blood (blood of time and space) flows in your body, and you have some similarities with dragons (fragments of time).
You can try to consume 2000 pure souls (experience), observe the Dragon Language Stone Tablet, and the process of dragonborn Frien absorbing Dragon Language, to further memorize and interpret the unshakable power.