Chapter 30 Ghost
Brian returned along the narrow staircase and headed straight towards the deep corridor of the mausoleum.
As he continued to go deeper, he could clearly feel a chill sweeping over him, like the icy breath of a deep dark lake.
He took a few strong breaths, and the cold chill penetrated his heart, making him shiver.
This made him realize that there were definitely many undead creatures in the tomb that were forcibly awakened by the energy radiating from the earth's veins.
Brian looked forward thoughtfully, then stopped, took out a handful of silver powder, and sprinkled a ring about three feet in diameter around himself.
——"Protect against evil!"
Then, he whispered a spell, and the powder under his feet began to flicker in the dark tomb chamber, shining like stars.
At the same time, an almost invisible magic barrier slowly emerged around him, and moved slowly with him as he walked cautiously.
This is a one-level spell that can resist attacks by evil creatures, protect against mind control, and gain protection against summoned creatures.
With the blessing of "protection from evil", Brian suddenly felt much better.
Under the illumination of the light spell, he stepped on the stone slabs under his feet and continued to move forward.
Soon, through the soft light emanating from his fingertips, he saw pairs of marble statues appearing on his left and right sides, extending into the darkness in the distance.
Each marble statue depicts a human in robes. They stand side by side, staring into the eternal darkness with eyes that can no longer see.
He increased his vigilance and continued walking along the dark corridor. The sound of his footsteps echoed in the mausoleum. The faint footsteps seemed to alarm them, and clusters of black shadows alternated on the walls.
After a moment, Brian stopped and raised the light on his fingertips.
Because a bronze door blocked his way. The bronze on it was a little green due to the erosion of time.
He knew that as long as he pushed the door open, inside would be the tomb of the master he wanted to find.
But he knew very well that what was waiting for him was probably a group of crazy undead, and if he was not careful, he would be torn into pieces.
After all, he is quite familiar with the customs of the Netheril Empire.
Their civilization not only practiced slavery, but also popularized the tradition of burying human beings, especially those who were noble and respected great arcane masters.
Brian stood there and considered for a moment, then took out some spellcasting materials such as sulfur, white phosphorus and silver powder from the dimensional bag.
After finishing preparations, he carefully opened the door and walked out.
“Jie Jie Jie”
“It is the breath of the living”
"The body and the body are all mine!"
"Take him!"
…………
A cold breeze blew by.
The gray ghosts rushed towards the pushed-open bronze door greedily and crazily, screaming and rushing towards Brian.
Brian looked at a group of ferocious ghosts through the shaky light of the "Protection from Evil" barrier, skillfully waving the casting materials and scattering them into the air.
What followed was a fatal spell, directed at the approaching group of ghosts.
——"Three-ring spell: Flash Explosion!"
A strong flash of light suddenly exploded in the ghost group, and burst into balls of fiercely burning flames, lingering like maggots on the bones. On the ghost's incorporeal body.
In an instant.
The hot flashes and flames evaporated all the panicked ghosts on the spot, leaving no one behind.
The gray soul crystals fell to the ground one by one, making a pleasant crisp sound.
“The target is dead!”
“Soul energy is being extracted.”
“Experience points gained: 100 points!”
"Experience points gained: 90 points!"
"Experience points gained: 120 points!"
…………
Looking at the system bar that keeps jumping like code , Brian nodded with satisfaction.
A three-ring spell instantly killed more than 40 ghosts with a challenge level of only about level 1, earning a total of more than 4,000 experience points, which was a pretty good harvest.
After all, the opportunity to encounter such an undead swarm is rare.
Although ghosts are spiritual beings, so non-magical weapons cannot harm them at all, but as long as you find the right method, it is very simple to eliminate them.
Then, Brian waved his hand, and he put all the 'spar gift package' given to him after the ghost group dissipated into his dimensional bag.
This is the material structure that pure spiritual life is transformed into after dissipating, which is also the so-called soul fragment.
It is the most common charging material for wizards, and it is also the core material for making low-level constructs and other creatures.
For him now, there will definitely be opportunities to use it.
After the smoke inside had almost dissipated, he walked in slowly.
The main tomb chamber is very spacious, with rows of orderly sarcophagi placed along three walls, guarding the black marble sarcophagus in the center of the room.
Brian found that the reliefs on the lids of each sarcophagus depicted a human being dressed as a slave and resting peacefully. On the stone bricks on the three walls, there is an alcove carved corresponding to each sarcophagus, in which a dried internal organ is placed.
This should be some kind of custom in Netherese that allowed servants to be buried with their masters.
So he ignored it and didn't even think about pushing open the sarcophagus to check the burial objects.
Instead, he walked directly towards the black marble sarcophagus in the center of the room.
Walking to the large sarcophagus, Brian cleared the dust from the lid of the tomb owner's sarcophagus with a wave of his hand.
A mosaic decorated on the coffin lid appeared in front of him, depicting a beautiful land scene and a number of floating cities flying high above it.
And he could feel that the marble coffin lid was very heavy, but after he threw a detection spell over it, he found that there was an ancient magic engraved on it, making it very light.
And this magic has not expired long ago like the restriction of the Mithron Core, it is still functioning today.
Brian pushed gently, and the 'heavy' coffin lid suddenly opened.
He saw Brysis, the former Grand Arcanist Lady of Polaris, with her hands folded on her chest, her eyes closed, sleeping peacefully in the sarcophagus.
Her beautiful face still looks so lifelike, as if she can open her eyes at any time and reveal a smile full of youthful grace.
Brian suddenly shifted his gaze, and realized that he was actually attracted by the charm that the other party invisibly exuded.
He stabilized his mind and recalled some information about the owner of the tomb.
Ms. Polaris, Brysis, is a level 35 Grand Arcanist of the Psychic School.
When he was young, he loved adventure very much. It was not until he was nearly 100 years old that he settled down and built his own floating city.
But her face is still as beautiful as a girl, and there are many people pursuing her. Some even wonder if the other party has learned some youth-residing spell from a mysterious race or elves.
This was not the case. After a few hundred years, her appearance began to age, her skin began to relax, and her figure began to lose shape.
This made her mental state very bad in her later years.
Immersed in those conspiracies and fantasies about the suitors that no longer existed all day long, he finally died in a duel with another great arcanist.
Ms. Polaris’s mausoleum was carefully built for her by her floating city heirs.
This is excerpted from the "Chronicles of Netheril" in the Royal Library of the Kingdom of Cormyr.
There is another theory: Brysis fell in love with a priest who believed in the sun god Amaunata.
This priest is called Martik, a legendary general in the surface territory of Netheril.
In the War Academy of the Kingdom of Cormyr, there are detailed records of this general, because his many battles are essential knowledge for the students.
Unlike other arcanists of that era, Martik worshiped the gods with great enthusiasm, especially the sun god Amaunata.
In his lifetime, more than 50,000 lives were lost at the hands of the army led by Mattik.
Of all the legendary victories won by Martik, the final battle in the Polaris Mountains is far more memorable than the others.
For a long time, countless tacticians and strategists have studied his heroic final battle.
The bravery and fearlessness displayed by Matik and his followers in that conflict where the enemy was outnumbered still inspires today's warriors.
However, it is a pity that in the war against the orcs, he and his army all died in the Polar Star Mountains.
So some people speculate that this is the fundamental reason why the heartbroken Ms. Polaris became very bad in her later years.
As the saying goes, silence is greater than death.
A level 35 Grand Arcanist of the Psychic School actually
Brian felt it was a bit unlikely. After all, how could a Grand Arcanist who could be promoted to this level easily affect his state of mind? .
However, the speculations of some players who like conspiracy theories sound quite plausible.
They speculated that there was more to the general's demise and that of Netheril's surface army than it seemed.
In such a brutal battle, no floating city came to support in time.
And with the death of General Martik and the destruction of the surface army, the Netherese civilians living on the surface finally lost their right to speak freely.
Their voices, whether it was for changes in the political system or adjustments to tax rates, were all swallowed up by the power-hungry ambitions of the great arcanists.
Of course, whether it is a conspiracy or not, it has nothing to do with the current Brian.
He retracted his thoughts that drifted into the distance and closed the coffin lid again.
Because apart from a simulated corpse, there were not even any burial objects inside.
Obviously, this is a fake tomb, and the real tomb is definitely hidden.
And what surprised him was that the undead in the tomb had not given him any hints until now, except for guiding him to enter.
This forced him to frown and search carefully.
Fortunately, he still has some clues.
The mechanism of the tomb is hidden at the bottom of one of the coffins. As long as he pushes them all open one by one, he will definitely find it.
Thinking of this, he stopped wasting time and started taking action immediately.
Just as he was about to try to push away the coffin closest to him, a familiar voice echoed in his mind again.
"I'm right here, I'm down there!" The soft female voice was mixed with a hint of crying, "Please, save me quickly!"
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