Black sails

Chapter 500 CXXXIV. Ancient Ruins

The huge temperature difference between day and night in the deep Bone Buried Wasteland almost killed Micah.

Not only that, arthropods larger than humans sometimes emerge from the winding and flowing soil. They have evolved to have shells that are the same color as gravel for camouflage. Their large jaws and chelicerae can easily tear an adult into pieces, making it difficult to defend against.

There is no need for Micah to take action. The leader has a specialty and understands the deep desert area. He also brought a warlock who is proficient in earth elemental magic. This honor adventure group can easily solve the problem.

The time came to the second day, and the leader said that they could reach the ruins today.

This is already the fourth wave of monsters that have come to invade.

It was a black scorpion with frightening joints and toes. It crawled in the sand and was taller than a human. In the harsh ecological environment of the Bone Buried Wasteland, in order to avoid being targeted by larger predators, it evolved to have no nutritional value. Its body was made of chitin, and the little meat it had was acidic and could not be used. It had no hunting value at all.

Only the pair of chelicerae and stingers could be used as materials for warlocks, but the market price was just that, and no adventurer was willing to take huge risks to make a losing deal.

As the leader used a scimitar to remove the stinger from the scorpion's tail, black unknown juice rushed out from the broken end. He immediately raised a brass round shield to protect himself. The surface of the shield was corroded by the black liquid and was highly toxic.

The scorpion danced its six appendages wildly in pain, killing everything around it indiscriminately, and then used its chelicerae and tongs to desperately drill into the sand, trying to escape.

How could the adventure group let it run away? It became a debt, and it might come back at any time.

The warlock used earth elemental magic to solidify the sand under the scorpion into hard granite. The mindless scorpion was still digging wildly. Both of its huge black pincers were bleeding, but it was still digging.

The shooter in the adventure group took advantage of the target's pause, which was the best time, and set up the expensive custom-made arcane missile magic rifle. His accuracy was quite terrible.

There was a bang.

The gray ether condensed energy burst through the scorpion's eyes and exploded from the other side, and its head was completely blown up.

The remaining muscle instructions made the scorpion struggle and flutter for more than ten seconds before it died completely, falling heavily in the sand, raising a wave of dust.

Micah breathed a sigh of relief. This was the biggest monster he had encountered in the past two days.

Those worthless corpse materials, including the transportation cost, did not need to be taken away at all, just let the corpse lie there.

"You are quite powerful."

Micah couldn't help but praise. They solved the four times, and he just hid behind, which was embarrassing.

Black Sail now dominates the East China Sea, and there are all kinds of monsters and demons.

But in fact, this honor-level adventure group in front of us is already a very outstanding group of people.

"What's this? When we were in Wadinia before, the sandworms there were really scary, but they were easily solved by us brothers."

The leader used a sextant to check the current location. It was almost there. There were less than 20 miles to reach the ruins marked on the map.

"Let me make it clear first. If there is any danger in the ruins, I will leave without looking back and will not take risks with you."

Even if Micah does not have the identity of a royal knight, he is also a founding shareholder of Black Sail. When various projects are implemented at the end of the year, the dividends will be calculated in thousands of gold dragons.

It's too tragic to die in these wastelands without enjoying the blessings of a big man.

"How can I bear to let you take risks and expect you to find a way for us."

The leader said cheerfully.

"Captain, the warlock found something, it's not good."

A team member reported.

Micah also went to see.

Even if there are relics in the Bone Burial Wasteland, they will be buried periodically by the wind and sand, and then periodically dug out by the strong wind.

"Unfortunately, this place is buried very deep, almost to the upper limit of my mental perception, but it is correct. Now there is a group of human corpses 20 meters below our feet. I don't know if it is the adventurers who came here before, or someone else."

The warlock squatted, pressed his hands on the ground, closed his eyes and sensed.

"Does that mean someone got there first?"

A team member looked a little frustrated. He had prepared for this operation for so long, invested money, time, energy, and two months of preparation. If he returned without success, he would have to starve for the rest of his life.

"No."

The leader was a tough guy, but he was unusually excited. "It can only be said that these people died well. They died here, which means they didn't take the things away. This means that we found the right place. There are indeed ruins ahead."

"Wait for me."

Although the warlock was a wild man and did not graduate from the Arcane Academy, he was also a talented player and had a lot of attainments in earth elemental magic.

He controlled the sand and stones under his feet to slowly pull them out in a vortex countercurrent. The group waited for more than ten minutes and dug out the bones buried in the sand.

It seems that it is not just a few decades of death.

These skeletons must have been preserved for hundreds of years. They have decayed and will fall apart with a slight touch. Only some broken bones are left. The skulls are broken and incomplete.

After confirming that there is nothing valuable, there is no time to guess whether these people killed each other or encountered monsters.

The leader ordered to continue to move forward and head to the ruins.

Micah thought it was a bad omen. If there was something there, and he donated it, he would end up like these bones.

Two hours later.

July 1, 2690 of the Holy Spirit Calendar.

Deep in the wasteland of bones, a place of life rarely visited by people.

"How is this possible!"

The leader stood on a sand dune, looking at the scene below. It was too weird.

Micah and the adventure team arrived at the coordinates shown on the map.

But.

This relic was not buried by the wind and sand. There was an invisible circular barrier around it, like the shape of a meteorite crater, and neatly cut sand dunes wrapped around this area.

It was not big, about ten acres, and the diameter was about 80 meters.

The ancient stone pillars on the square of the ruins had collapsed, and only a few scattered ones were still standing. There was also a bronze statue of the Dragon of Eternity and Time in the center, but it had been too long, and it was all covered with mold and rust, and the shell had fallen off and was bumpy.

Right in front of the statue, there is a rectangular underground staircase that can accommodate three people, which is placed there openly, as if to signal people to hurry over.

Not only that, there are also some shapeless broken bones and corpses on the square, and even boilers for cooking, but they are all rusty and broken.

"It's really creepy."

Micah would never step into that underground staircase.

But the leader could not restrain his excitement at all, and jumped down the sand slope and slid to the square.

The others were also very excited, and followed suit, sliding down the sand slope while shouting excitedly.

"I really fucked your mother."

Micah thought that he would never get along with the adventurers. If these people went down like this, if they encountered some monsters again, wouldn't he be killed?

He had no choice but to slowly walk down the sand slope and came to the square.

"Although the clothes of these skeletons are very torn, we can see that there are also the emblems of the Eternal Sect. Those guys have also sent people here."

"Be careful. So many people died here. There must be some serious danger."

"Danger means that the things have not been taken away. These three-legged scums naturally have no ability to take them away. I have made all the preparations."

The leader was actually a little nervous. The sect was definitely more prepared than himself, but if he retreated now that he had arrived at the place, what would it be like?

The worst that could happen is death!

"Take out all the things, and take out the things to deal with the undead. High alert, let's go down!"

The leader called everyone to the entrance of the rectangular tunnel.

Micah also stood beside and looked down.

It was just a very ordinary stone staircase, but it was horizontal and vertical, and the craftsmanship of artificial excavation was quite superb. Even the subtle chiseling lines were neat.

There was a sound of wind in the cave, a continuous space humming of air being continuously sucked in, which was a bit scary.

"I won't go down. Good luck to you."

Micah said.

"Okay, I'll give you this spare magic rifle, and these three blue crystals. One blue crystal can fire about eight times. There should be at least five seconds between each shot, otherwise the inscription circuit inside will be overloaded and may be scrapped. I'll give it to you to deal with the monsters."

The leader handed the rifle to Micah.

Micah took it and nodded.

The Honor Level Adventure Group also made some psychological preparations and discussed the plan before going down to the cave.

In the desolate square full of bones, the sun was scorching, and the heat wave made the space a little hazy. Micah hid in a cool place, holding the magic rifle, waiting for them to come back.