Half-elf Ranger

Thorne led the crowd to a small house at the very center of the underground passage. What appeared in front of several people was a pile of long-extinguished bonfires in the center of the house, and ten animal skin hammocks beside them.

Roughly machined hides were littered on the bed, as well as some simple cooking utensils and worn-out weapons and armor that had been mixed up on the floor.

"The foul smell, the **** everywhere, the rotting meat, and the half-eaten carcasses all show that the hygienic habits of the owner of the room are really hard to compliment."

The goblin wizard Malvasha covered her mouth and nose with her wide sleeves, looked around and found nothing unusual, so she frowned at Thorne and said, "Thorn, did you bring us here to watch these things?"

"Where do you expect the Rat People to be clean." Thorne didn't care about the smell in the room, carefully observed the surrounding situation, and said calmly:

"The location of this house belongs to the very center of this underground passage, so I suspect that this house hides a secret door."

"Just because of the location, it's too hasty to suspect that there is a hidden secret door." Paladin Peo rummaged through the piles of garbage in the house with the long sword in his hand, took a sentence, and continued said:

"I thought the den of kobolds and goblins was disgusting enough, but I didn't expect rat people to be so disgusting, tsk tsk tsk."

"That's because you haven't seen a dragonborn wandering around naked in the street, smelling worse than a lizardman who just crawled out of a mud puddle of rotting vegetation and foul-smelling sewage." the goblin wizard heard The words of the paladin sneered coldly.

"...I'm really sorry, I was so quick, I said the wrong thing, and I forgot that we have a little...and a beautiful goblin lady here."

The fine scales on the face of the paladin who noticed the slip of the tongue twisted, and quickly apologized to the goblin wizard, and immediately looked at Thorne and changed the subject bluntly: "Thorn, you haven't explained my question to us just now. ."

Seeing the goblin wizard snorting coldly and ignoring the paladin, Thorne explained to everyone, "The main reason is that when I first entered this room, the long sword in my hand trembled involuntarily. one time."

"So you suspect that this underground ruin has something to do with the demon." Malvasia frowned and pondered, and said slowly.

She still knew a little that the weapon in Thorne's hand could sense the demon breath, so she immediately guessed what the other party meant by bringing them here.

"That's right." Thorne looked at the goblin wizard and nodded, and asked, "I want to ask, do you have the one-level spell of "Detecting Secret Doors", if so, please face the surrounding walls Check it out carefully. "

"It's simple." Malvasha smiled slightly, patted the head of the wolf, and walked to the wall, and then a faint magic light flashed on her little hand.

This continued for a while, and Malvasia walked to the wall that he had identified and looked at the paladin Peo: "Little lizard, come and clean up all the ash on this wall."

Paladin Peo responded with a quick response, walked over immediately, took out his long sword and started scraping against the wall.

While the paladin Peo was cleaning the walls, the careful Andrina noticed that Thorne beside him suddenly seemed to be jittery and looked around, so she couldn't help but ask: "Thorn, you What's up?"

Although Andrina's words were very soft, they easily caught everyone's attention. In the group, except for the paladin who was scraping the wall, they all turned their suspicious eyes to Thorne.

"Do you have a feeling of being secretly spied on?" Thorne looked at the surrounding environment suspiciously, and expressed his confusion:

"Since we entered this underground secret room, I always felt that someone was watching me secretly, especially at the moment just now, it was the strongest, as if the whole body was seen, making people feel hairy."

"Do you mean that someone is watching us in the dark?" Malvasia glanced at Thorne suspiciously, and turned her eyes to the indifferent Master Qingchen.

This is a Druid who has the power of the sky, and he can even perceive the etheric plane, and he can naturally perceive a peep in the dark, and the perception of the other bird seems to be sharper than that of his master.

"I don't have this feeling, and my animal companion has never given me any abnormal feedback." Master Qingchen's calm eyes flashed, and he looked around and said truthfully.

"Did someone use prophecy spells?" Thorne guessed subconsciously, then turned his attention to the three spellcasters: "Anyone of you will 'avoid detection' spells? "

"Evasion of Detection" is a third-level spell for wizards. After using it, it can make it difficult for the subject to be detected by divination spells.

If someone really uses prophecy spells to spy on him in the dark, then he will use another "Avoid Detection" spell on his side. As long as the difference in strength is not so disparate, he can successfully avoid it.

"I definitely won't." Malvasha directly confessed that her wizard level is only four, and naturally she can't master third-level spells.

Master Qingchen also shook his head slightly, because there is no such magic in Druids, but there is one in the list of ranger magic, but it is a four-ring magic.

When Thorne cast his hopeless eyes on Andrina beside him, he found that the other party glared at him angrily at first, and then flashed a smile again.

Then Andrina took out the casting material for the "Evasion Detection" spell, a diamond she had just crushed into dust. Thorne immediately understood that the sorceress in front of him had mastered this spell.

As the magic light floated slightly, Thorne instantly felt that the feeling of being secretly peeped disappeared without a trace, which made him feel relieved a lot.

Because this at least indirectly proves that the strength of the enemy hidden in the dark and Andrina should be similar, otherwise the other party would not choose to hide in the dark and peep.

Everyone stood in place and waited for about ten minutes, and the paladin Peo finally completed his task.

When the wall was cleaned by him, a delicate relief pattern was immediately displayed clearly in front of several people.

The relief picture is of a white dragon swooping down from a snowy mountain, ready to hunt a pack of winter wolves.

"Little lizard, turn the white dragon's eyeballs." At this time, Malvasia pointed out the white dragon's ping-pong ball-sized eyeballs, which could be turned at will.

"Watch out for traps!"

When the paladin Peo rushed over, Thorne directly reminded him out of instinct.

However, it was still a step too late, and as soon as his voice fell, the paladin's dragon claw directly twisted the white dragon's big eyeball.

——“Second Ring Divine Art: Wind Wall Art!”

The moment Thorne heard the loud bang, he immediately performed the magic of the Ranger.

As a wind wall full of roaring airflow emerged, the wall in front of Paladin Peo also immediately appeared dense and creepy arrow holes.

With some kind of 'click' sound when the trigger was pulled, the burly figure of the paladin Peo was instantly drowned by the crossbow bolts...

However, the only fortunate thing is that those crossbow bolts that were not blocked by the paladin figure were all blown away by the wind wall and scattered on the ground when they were about to approach Thorne.

"Hey, Brother Peo, are you alright?" The galloping crossbow stopped, and the orc swordsman Kutaig hurriedly asked, looking at the paladin who was standing still.

"It's alright, I don't know how long these crossbows have existed. They are like rotten wood. Even my dragon scales can't be broken." Paladin Peo patted the rust on his face and body, without a trace. He said with a concerned smile.

Sword Saint Kutaig secretly glanced enviously at the dragonborn paladin's cheeky face that could not be pierced by a crossbow, and remained silent again.

Then, Thorne used a ranger's magic to summon a dire rat, and drove it to this secret room full of decay and death.

After about half an hour...

"You can go in, no problem."

Thorne, who was half-squatting on the ground, glanced at the well-behaved violent rat, and subconsciously wanted to reach out and stroke its furry little head, suddenly paused, and finally forcibly retracted it.

Andrina, who had been keeping her eyes on Thorne, noticed his subtle movements, and the corners of her mouth involuntarily raised a slight arc.

After confirming that there was no danger, the group walked directly into this relatively narrow secret passage.

Not long after walking, the paladin Peo was the first to discover a rotten corpse, and immediately greeted everyone: "There is a corpse of a dragonborn here."

Just as he was about to lean over to check, the nearly rotten dragonborn corpse seemed to sense something and stood up strangely.

"Don't do it!" Noticing that the dragonborn paladin was going to slap the dragonborn skeleton to death, Thorne immediately stepped forward to stop it: "The mouth of this corpse should have been applied with the second-level spell "Magic Mouth", Hear what clues he left behind. "

After he finished speaking, he immediately instructed Andrina beside her to take out a parchment scroll and a quill.

Immediately afterwards, the dragonborn skeleton seemed to move his body, his big mouth opened and closed, telling the history of the past with the desolate voice of the ancient years.

Afterwards, it was all recorded by Andrina who had already prepared. When the magic effect of "Magic Mouth" disappeared, the dragonborn skeletons once again turned into a pile of rotten corpses, scattered on the ground.

Thorne took the parchment that Andrina handed over and began to carefully consider the meaning of it:

Adventurers from afar...

I hope you have a quill and parchment scroll on hand to record the last words of the chief sorcerer of the city of Gimbatur and father of three, Herta del Maitreof.

In the name of Bahamut, the platinum dragon god, the following words are my last will and testament.

Today, I lie helpless, trapped beneath the glorious wreckage of this dragonborn race as frenzied dragons like I've never heard of are ruthlessly ravaging this city.

In the sky above me, demons and dragons roared and roared in unison, spraying terrible acid, lightning, fire and frost, destroying everything here.

My family, my relatives and friends, they are all dead, and my worldly wealth has been reduced to ashes, buried in the ruins, and only by embracing the web of the goddess of magic can I leave their memories to future generations.

Facing my dead son, I have left behind a broken bloodline in my family - now forever cut off by the dragon madness.

In the face of my dead daughter, I leave behind her mother's eternal beauty—destroyed by the followers of the dragon who have led to our land.

In the face of my dead little son, I leave behind the hopes and dreams of his parents - even though all of these have long been killed by the sizzling evil voice from the Hell of Baator.

When I was a young man, I was enthusiastic about exploring the ruins of the Lost Lands, seeking hoards of gold and jewels, and of course lost magical mysteries.

And one day in the distant future, young adventurers will trample on the bones of our dragonborn race to pick lost treasures from the ashes of this city of Jinbatur.

Is it necessary to use the tragic death of so many innocent people to create all kinds of ruins for future generations to explore? Maybe, I should...

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