Chapter 110 The Source of the Curse
“You go down first.”
Raven waved his hand, Petty nodded and saluted, and left first.
It wasn't until Patty's figure disappeared and there was no one in the corridor that Raven spoke: "Tell me, what is it?"
Simon looked serious: "Baron, I want to report it. Chief Eric, using power for personal gain”
"On the day of the bloody decisive battle in the Highlands, when selecting the vanguard, Chief Eric arranged to draw lots, but in fact he had secretly pressured us and colluded to cheat."
"The paper balls drawn at that time, each There are marks on each one!”
“Sir Eric did this just to make Master Weston die!”
Simon’s suppressed voice echoed in the corridor, full of anger and anger. dissatisfied.
The air was as heavy as lead, and Simon waited nervously for Raven's response.
However, after a long silence, Raven just looked at Simon deeply, then turned and left.
"Big..." Looking at Raven's back, Simon still wanted to speak, but he only uttered one word and could no longer say it.
He suddenly felt a chill.
Did Lord Raven know this a long time ago? Could it be that Lord Raven arranged all this?
But that is the Baron’s younger brother after all. How could it be...?
On the other side, Raven had already caught up with Petty who was waiting downstairs, and walked downstairs together.
He was not surprised at all by Simon's report.
If you don’t say it, it wouldn’t be Simon.
And he also believes that this does not require his own warning or admonishment. Simon is not a talkative woman and will not talk nonsense.
The entrance to the cemetery is located on the edge of the first floor of Eagle Fort. Old Gordon is already waiting here.
Behind him are three servants, each holding a bronze plate in their hands. On the plate are a jar of wine, a short knife, and a bronze urn.
"Lord Baron." Old Gordon saluted respectfully: "Everything is ready."
Petty retreated voluntarily, and Raven walked up to Old Gordon: "Let's get started. "
Old Gordon nodded, took out the bronze urn from the plate behind him and put it into the groove on the wall.
With a click, the wall vibrated, and the bronze urn slowly sank into it. With the sound of bricks and stones rubbing against each other, the wall separated, revealing a deep passage.
The decaying air came to his face with the smell of dust. What caught Lei Wen's eyes was a passage with stone stairs extending all the way down. The ancient patterns should have been carved on it, but they had become blurred under the erosion of time. clear.
"Lord Baron, please." Old Gordon handed a burning torch to Raven's hand.
Taking the torch, Raven put it close to the ditch on the wall. The flames ignited the grease inside, and two flaming snakes suddenly ignited on both sides of the corridor.
Follow the stairs all the way down and walk more than sixty steps before finally arriving at the tomb.
This underground cemetery is three meters high. There are thick granite pillars at regular intervals. There are braziers on the pillars. When Old Gordon led the servants to light the braziers one by one, the whole view of the tomb was revealed. Finally appeared in front of Raven.
The length of the stairs was enough to exceed Raven's expectations, and the scale of the cemetery exceeded his imagination.
It’s like opening up a football field underground.
A sarcophagus that almost touches the ceiling of the tomb stands on both sides. After a long time, the sarcophagus is covered with spider web-like dust, and the coffin lid is carved with the appearance and image of the owner.
Behind these coffins, there are some coffins lying on the ground, belonging to the spouses of past family heads.
These ancestors of the Griffith family are all wearing heavy armor and holding giant swords in both hands, as if they are seriously examining those who come after them.
If it weren't for the fact that he had become a monster and lost his qualifications, Donald would have been buried here.
Leaven took a breath and straightened his waist. Under the influence of the environment, a trace of solemnity and solemnity unconsciously rose in his heart.
"Lord Baron, please." Old Gordon bowed and held his hand.
Take steps and walk inside, the sound of footsteps echoing clearly in the empty cemetery.
Leaven's eyes fell on the sarcophagi on both sides. The giant sword sculpture on the lid of the coffin was engraved with the name, title and life of the owner of the coffin.
The further back you go, the rougher the style of the sarcophagus becomes, the more clumsy the armor style, the more words on it, the richer the deeds, and the higher your personal strength.
Most of the ancestors at the entrance are at the second to third level in strength. When you go to the back, their strength is at the fourth or fifth level, and their achievements are becoming more and more detailed, from killing a certain monster to defeating a certain person head-on. A legion.
It is like the precipitation and condensation of thousands of years. While showing the changes of the times, it also allows Raven to intuitively feel the history of the Griffith family from prosperity to decline.
None of our ancestors lived past the age of forty!
After walking through the long passage, Raven finally came to the tomb of the founder of the Griffith family.
On the blue-grey coffin, the image of this ancestor is clearly visible.
The shape of the armor is not the heavy plate armor today, but a metal breastplate and skirt armor cast in one piece. The muscle lines on the thighs and arms are rough and clear. A round shield is held in one hand and a spear is held in the other. , stepping on a bloody orc corpse and roaring!
Don Quixote Horta Griffith, seventh-level bloody knight.
Born in the 170th year of the Guangming calendar and died in the 221st year of the Guangming calendar.
Aged...51 years old!
Raven's pupils suddenly shrank. This was the first time he saw one of his ancestors live past the age of forty.
The curse may have begun to spread from this ancestor.
His eyes fell on the tombstone, examining the life of this ancestor.
Born as a slave, he joined the army at the age of fourteen. As soon as he entered the battle, he showed extremely high fighting talent. He killed three enemies, received a god-given potion for his merits, and became a first-level bloody knight.
At the age of nineteen, he was promoted to the second level of extraordinary and was awarded the title of knight.
At the age of twenty-one, he was appointed as the centurion leader. At the age of twenty-four, he was awarded the title of Baron, his own strength reached the third level, and he became the leader of a thousand people.
At the age of thirty-one, he participated in the third Orc War. He broke through to the fourth level on the battlefield. With a small number of enemies and a large number, he completely destroyed three thousand-man Orc troops and was ordered to become a 5,000-man army. long.
At the age of thirty-three, he participated in the Battle of Havalyan and led his team into the orc formation, forcing the orc commander to flee. He defeated the orc army and was awarded the title of Viscount. In the same year, he was promoted to the fifth level.
At the age of thirty-six, he was promoted to the sixth level.
At the age of thirty-eight, he served as the marshal of the Empire's Western Route Army, attacked the Orc Empire, annihilated the main force of the Orcs in the west, bought time for the army in the middle, and was promoted to count.
At the age of fifty-one, he died in Eagle Castle as a baron.
"This is..." Raven frowned: "Gordon, why is there a gap of thirteen years in this ancestor's life?"
"This question, Mr. Donald I asked the same question." Old Gordon adjusted his monocle: "My answer was I didn't know at that time."
"What about now?"
"Now..." Old Gordon glanced at the servants on both sides. When they had all retreated, he lowered his voice: "I can only provide some irresponsible guesses."
"Say "
Old Gordon swallowed, his voice low and erratic: "Ancestor Don Quixote, whether it is personal strength or merit, It was enough to pass on a family fortune of earl level, but in the end he ended up living in a remote place like the Eagle Territory as a baron."
"All of this is probably because the ancestors committed something. A felony, a felony that cannot be recorded in history, let alone known to anyone."
"And..."
At this point, Old Gordon's voice paused.
"And this felony is probably related to the royal family." Raven's face was expressionless.
Old Gordon lowered his head and remained silent.
The reason why he came to this conclusion is that Lei Wen knew that the contribution made by his ancestors was too great.
The Third Orc War took place about nine hundred years ago, that is, after that war, the human race drove the orcs to the peninsula in the southern part of the mainland, and this established the dominant position of the human race in the mainland.
Being able to serve as the head coach in the final battle, his achievements are needless to say. Raven can hardly imagine what kind of serious crime caused such a meritorious minister of the empire to be reduced to the level of a baron!
With the status of a military Earl, if the punishment is unfair, it may even lead to a rebellion!
But the ancestor actually accepted this sentence, and the king did not kill them all, leaving behind the legacy of the Griffith family.
That’s why Raven decided that the royal family was involved.
But where did the curse come from?
"Nine hundred years ago..." Raven muttered about this time, his mind racing.
Suddenly, a detail appeared in Raven's mind.
Lux once told him that although the elves had closed themselves off, they had still communicated with the outside world for a long time. Even during the Third Orc War, they had been a member of the human race. Allies have appeared.
The jewelry, magic props, and equipment of the elves that are now circulated among the human race were all circulated during that period.
After the Third Orc War, the elves really began to isolate themselves and never had any communication with the outside world.
This seems to have nothing to do with the ancestors, but Margaret once said that the curse on her body is very much like the handiwork of elves.
Raven originally thought this was just Margaret's illusion, but now that he was connected to the life of his ancestor, Raven began to feel a little shaken.
Could it be that... after the ancestors defeated the orcs, did they have any interaction with the elves?
"Continue the ceremony."
Raven's current strength cannot enter the Ancient Forest.
But in the future, one day, Raven will definitely go there and ask for the answer clearly!
Old Gordon placed the wine jar respectfully in front of Don Quixote's tomb, and held the dagger in both hands before sending it to Raven.
Leaven picked up the short knife and lightly cut his palm. The blood gushed out and fell into the wine jar, turning into clouds of blood stains. The wine boiled and the blood-colored smoke filled the air.
The next moment, blood-red light overflowed from the wine jar, and Don Quixote's coffin began to shake. The eyes on the coffin lid were covered with a layer of blood-red light, as if he suddenly opened his eyes. Open your eyes.
The entire cemetery seemed to start to shake. The dust peeled off, and bits of bloody light seeped out from each coffin. It gathered on Raven like fireflies and then penetrated.
Raven seemed to clearly see the manifestation of the curse, as the scarlet energy spider web shrouded around him, constantly washing his body!
At the same time, Margaret, who was in the room, suddenly jumped up and fell on the bed. Her tongue stuck out, and she dug her throat with both hands, but she couldn't even suck in any air!
The invisible connection between her and Raven suddenly tightened at this moment!
It wasn't until a few minutes later that the power finally disappeared. Margaret was lying on the bed, sweating profusely, her eyes were glassy, and she had no idea what was going on.
At the same moment, in the underground cemetery, Raven finally understood why successive heads of the Griffith family had awakened bloody fighting spirit.
Because the curse that has been passed down for nearly a thousand years has penetrated into the bone marrow of every member of the Griffith family, profoundly changing their physiques.
Lei Wen picked up the wine jar. Obviously no one was drinking, but at this moment there was only a thin layer of wine left.
Raising his head and drinking it, Raven felt as if what he drank was not wine, but a mouthful of thick blood!
At the same time, he also clearly felt his remaining lifespan.
Nineteen years, less than nineteen years.
No wonder Donald is so crazy and so virtuous.
Every year I have to be reminded that I don’t have much time left. Watching myself step by step towards the end of my life, it is really difficult not to collapse.
After the worship service and dinner, Raven returned to his room and began his daily required meditation.
However, for some reason, his meditation was interrupted by sleep, and a picture suddenly broke into Raven's mind.
The cry of killing followed.
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(End of this chapter)