Volume 4 copy Chapter 10 It’s Safe Now (Part 2)
The floor of this secret room was covered with all kinds of twisted and strange words. These words formed a circle along the edge of the secret room, and the same words formed an inverted five-pointed star in the center of the circle. A boy about seven or eight years old was naked and tied to the center of the five-pointed star with a thick iron chain. He looked pale and unconscious. The name above his head told us that this child was the only son of Mr. Faseli, the prosecutor. Bringing him back to the Valen Fortress was one of the many tasks of our trip.
This magic circle composed of circles and five-pointed stars constantly exudes a layer of pale red light, filled with an indescribable evil aura. This layer of red light is flickering regularly, and for some reason, an inexplicable premonition makes me feel that its flickering is related to the child, and its flickering frequency is like a person's heartbeat. My intuition tells me that this evil magic circle is absorbing the child's blood, hoping to use it to complete some hidden conspiracy.
Around the child, we saw five pages filled with strange words we didn't recognize and wrapped in a faint sacred glow, arranged in five directions in the shape of a magic circle. These pages with sacred power were also one of the purposes of our trip - they were the lost chapters of the holy book in the temple of Valen Fortress. These pages and the child together formed the most central part of the entire magic circle.
In my opinion, this magic circle seems to be full of a strange power, which can mix the sacred magical light of the temple with the pure vitality of the child, change their magical properties, and transform them into a horrifying evil force.
After discovering the secret room, Chang Sanjiao did not rush to rescue the child, but first carefully checked the structure of the secret room. Just as I was about to rush in to rescue the child, Chang Sanjiao suddenly grabbed me and pointed to the stone slabs at the door of the secret room.
At first glance, these stone slabs do not seem to be anything special, but if you look closely, you will find that they are slightly higher than the surrounding floors, and their surfaces are smoother, with less dust and no traces of moss.
"There's a trap here." Chang Sanjiao pointed at the ground and said to me. With his reminder, I found a row of black steel pipes on the wall facing the door of the secret room, and the front end of the steel pipes was a sharp crossbow arrow. I can imagine it without further explanation. If I rushed in rashly, I would definitely be shot into a sieve by these arrows.
At this time, the great value of a wanderer in the adventure team was reflected in the Yangtze River Delta. He took out a bunch of strange-shaped tools from his backpack, squatted on the ground and dug and dug at the row of stone slabs, busy all the time. After a while, he stood up confidently, packed up the set of wanderer's tools for cracking the mechanism , and nodded at us quite complacently:
"It's all done. It's safe now!"
As he spoke, he stomped hard on the strange-looking floor to confirm his results to us.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he stepped on the stone slab, a slight "crack" sound came from the bottom of his feet. Before he could react, the slightly raised stone slab suddenly sank down, and then the row of crossbow arrows from the opposite corner shot out, breaking through the air and making a sharp whistling sound. Fortunately - although it is a bit unfair to say this, I still have to say "fortunately" - fortunately, the body of Changjiang Delta was bloated enough, and he blocked the entrance of the entire secret room by himself, so that the row of crossbow arrows, without exception, all pierced into his big belly, and I, who was standing behind him, was unharmed.
In fact, only the first four of the powerful crossbow arrows had a killing effect, successfully killing our half-orc wanderer companion, and the rest were pure waste. In front of this sharp hidden weapon, the Yangtze River Delta was like a cat with its tail stepped on by the god of death, and it only had time to scream before it died.
This tragic scene happened so suddenly that his confident face turned into a corpse before it faded from our sight. We didn't even have time to express our astonishment before we were instantly frozen into four stupid fossils. The air was filled with a thick silence, with a strong taste of irony.
"I think... he should... practice his skills in breaking traps more proficiently..." Changgong Sheri looked at Changsanjiao's stiff body, with an expression that made it hard to tell whether he wanted to cry or laugh.
"Anyway..." I stepped hard on the stone slabs that no longer carried any danger, "...he did succeed in breaking the trap."
"...I didn't see the prompt clearly..." With the loving help of the Tauren Shaman Crado, Chang Sanjiao soon woke up. The first thing he said after waking up was this: "...The prompt said that the trap has not been lifted..."
He was greeted by four pairs of contemptuous white eyes - although Krado could not understand what he was saying, the Minotaur Shaman's keen observation and understanding were enough to understand everything that was happening before his eyes.
After the resurrected Chang Sanjiao had his life restored, he immediately lay at the door of the secret room and checked it carefully, wishing to take down every brick. I felt that he was not checking the trap, but wanted to make a trap and then dismantle it by himself to eliminate his embarrassment. However, the truth is always regrettable. Apart from the deadly trap at the door, there is no other insidious device to hurt people from behind. Chang Sanjiao could only admit with infinite regret that everything was safe and gave up his efforts.
After receiving the safety report from the Yangtze River Delta, I immediately rushed into the magic circle in the secret room, swung my sword to cut off the chains that bound little Fili, and quickly carried him out of the secret room. Although he escaped the control of the magic circle, the child was still very weak and still unconscious. I was not sure whether the recovery magic of Longbow Shooting Sun would be effective on him.
Just as I was trying to find a way to rescue the unconscious child, a burst of black smoke suddenly rose from the magic circle, and the voice of a screech owl screamed in the air: "Who destroyed my summoning spell without authorization? Reckless people, I swear, you will be punished more terrible than death!"
It seems that this magic circle has another function: when it is destroyed, the caster will be immediately sensed and teleported back at the fastest speed.
This voice is eerie and terrifying, and just hearing it makes people feel creepy. I think we all know who is coming. He is the demon who seized this mausoleum, used it as his gathering base, and committed all kinds of evil deeds here. He is also the ruler of this group of vampires.
What was a little strange to me was that although his voice was hoarse and harsh, it sounded familiar to me. I always felt as if I had heard it somewhere before. A strange intuition arose in my heart: I had seen this blood-sucking monster before, and it was even quite familiar to me.
The smoke in the center of the magic circle became thicker and thicker, and soon condensed into a blurry figure. This figure was tall and thin, and his entire body was hidden behind a wide high-collared cloak. As the smoke gradually dissipated, the figure became clearer and clearer, and his name was about to come out.
"Food and ants, you dare to destroy the grand ceremony to welcome the return of the last king. Tremble, you will have no time to regret!" The vampire leader turned around and pierced us with his resentful and angry bright red eyes.
That pale and hideous face belonged to the ruling official of the Valen Fortress, the trusted sponsor of the dwarf smelting master "Quencher" Robert Willanster, and also the elderly nobleman who once made me grateful, Marquis Meneval...
