Similar tomb adventures are the most memorable past experiences of the Lord and the butler. The hidden weapon mechanisms that cannot be guarded against, the sudden dangerous creatures, the ghoul warriors who quietly opened their eyes behind them, and the frost spider that suddenly fell from their heads, are all tests of life and death that must be experienced.

Of course, camping in the cleared tomb, sweating unscrupulously, rolling up your sleeves and working hard is another ultimate experience.

Fortunately, this ancient tomb that is often in and out of the world does not have many treasures worth remembering. Think about it, every warrior who wants to become Chief Thursk, regardless of race or gender, must display the most impressive spoils to claim that he is the owner of the Meat Hall. Another necessary condition is to obtain the consent of the soul of Red Herosmond.

Refer to the unfinished book "Sirsk, a revised history". The term of office of each chief is not fixed. The longest is only a few decades, and the shortest is only three or two months. This means that the soldiers in the Sirsk Meal Hall will frequently enter and exit the ancient tomb.

With the boastfulness of those pioneers who became chiefs after getting drunk and the indelible memories of the first time they entered, the female chief Bujod arrived at the door of the main tomb with a familiarity. It was also right that the entrance to the main tomb was sealed with magic. Otherwise, anyone could go in and take it seriously, and it would be better if the founder of the Thirsk Meal Hall was taken seriously.

So to enter the main tomb, you need to say the correct password: "Anjacci". That's right, the name of the Fallen Wolf who killed Red Herrosmond. It was also called the root of Herrosmond. Later, the body of the giant wolf was divided into meat skewers, and all the warriors in the Thursk Meal Hall shared the deliciousness together. In memory of Red Herrosmond, devoured by the giant wolf.

The tomb door opens, revealing the main tomb flooded by water. When approaching, the water will retreat on its own. On the platform at the bottom of the tomb chamber, a huge battle axe chopped on the stone pier is quietly displayed.

That is the destination of the female chief's trip.

"What should I do?" The lord's perspective of the energy spirit body that was destroyed in a flash had already seen through the clues.

"Just hold the handle of the axe, you can talk to the heroic spirit of Herrosmond in the tomahawk. He will tell me if I can become the chief." The female chief Bujord said nervously: "Actually, I'm going to tell you that I've been here once before..."

"I know." Wu Chen's memory has always been very good: "You killed the giant beast of Ilfak and presented its stomach as a spoil. You have ruled Thirsk to this day."

"Yes, sir." The female chief Bujod breathed a long sigh: "Sir, I don't lack courage, I just worry too much. If I fight with the snow elves in a bloody battle, half of the warriors will die with their swords. This is not the result I want."

"I believe what you said is true." The Lord smiled and gave him encouragement: "Then ask again."

"I understand, sir." The female chief Bujod mustered up the courage to walk alone towards the stone pier with runes engraved.

"By the way, Bujod." The lord called the female chief again.

"Sir?" The female chief Bujord turned around in confusion.

"What is the name of the standing stone closest to the honey wine hall?" Wu Chen asked with a smile.

"Master of Beast Stone." The female chief Bujod replied without thinking. She was very familiar with this Creator's Stone. The Meat Hall was filled with drunken words that the reason why Red Hrosmond chose to build the Meat Hall here was because it was close to the Creator's Stone. When it was rumored to kill the legendary troll Udfrikt, who was awakened by the building noise, the warriors of Thirsk also used the magic of the Beast Stone. Even so, almost half of the manpower was sacrificed to re-seal the troll.

"Okay." Wu Chen smiled meaningfully.

The female chief Buyod, who was full of worries, did not notice the lord's intention at all. He walked up to the platform without looking back, took a deep breath to calm his mind, and reached out to hold the long handle of the battle axe tightly.

Feeling being held, the battle axe and the runes on the deep embedded stone piers were lit up.

Red Hrosmond: "Ah... it's you again, so I seek my blessings to get the position of Chief of Thursk?"

Bujod: "Yes, it's me, Bujod. You have blessed me in the past, and I have taken back the hall occupied by the snow goblins, and now it belongs to all the legal ones."

Red Herrosmond: "Well, that's how things happen. But I've been watching and knowing it was because of your weakness that caused you to be exiled by a bunch of snow goblins."

Bujod: "No! I..."

Red Herrosmond: "You make your companions as weak as you. The situation is that the dangers are getting bigger and bigger, and you don't know anything."

Bujod: "Well... isn't the chief now me?"

Red Herrosmond: "No, the chief is still you. There is no one among you who is suitable to serve me. A group of people in the wilderness is better than no leader. But I will not bless you again. Girl, you are not worthy."

Bujod: "…"

Red Herrosmond: "Now, leave my tomb and let go, girl."

Bujod, who held back tears, was unwilling to let go no matter what. Or he could not let go.

"This is a shameful rebellion! Girl, you are blaspheming your faith!" The tomahawk responded to the master's anger and kept trembling.

The scarlet magic pattern seemed to come from hell's lava, instantly igniting the entire axe and the long handle.

Seeing that Bujord's palm holding the handle of the axe was about to burn into char, the magic ring engraved on the Nord's engraved armor was immediately activated.

The linked magic ring extinguished the cursed demon flame in one fell swoop, and continued to counterattack and spread towards the long handle. It can be seen from the naked eye that the magic pattern engraved on the long handle was swallowed by the magic ring and turned into the mottled law of the brilliant golden tree!

"No, no, no--" The sudden surge of demonic flames turned into a huge werewolf demon shadow, and was about to open their bloody mouth to swallow Bujode and his belt bones in one bite.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! With a slight sound of "Pan!", the werewolf shadow suddenly looked up. He saw the smiley Lord, and the cute snowman pendant that swayed back and forth like a pendulum at his fingertips - the Amulet of Infectious Charm. The legendary magic pendant was once owned by Red Herosmond, the first chief of Thirsk. The amulet was cast magically, which greatly enhanced the wearer's charm, but at the cost of being continuous fatigue and prone to illness.

"The legend is that Red Herrosmond is as ugly as a troll, but is widely favored by women because of this amulet. After he was killed and eaten by the demon wolf Angjac, the amulet was buried in the tomb high in Mois Ridge. Until 3E 427, Louis, a Brighton wizard from Ald'ruhn, was from Louis, who was a Brighton wizard from Ald'ruhn.

Beauchamp) determined to find the amulet, hoping to help him through his failed love life. So he used the Thumbow technique to build a pieced together airship and hired a captain to fly to Sotherheim to retrieve the amulet from the tomb of Herrosmond. However, the structure of the assembled airship was too poor and it started to fall from the moment it took off. As a result, he encountered a violent snowstorm and unfortunately crashed before he arrived at his destination.

All crew members were killed except Captain Tojoden. Louis Boschon, who had not received any news from the crew, commissioned the famous elf hero Nirevain to Sotherheim to find their whereabouts. Nerevain discovered the crash site and found the amulet from the ancient tomb and brought it back to Odruen. Legend has it that since then, Louis Boschon has been wearing this magical amulet and has a fatal attraction to Odruen's women, although at the expense of his health."

As he said, the Lord looked at the huge werewolf shadow and said word by word: "Is Louis Boshang's mental journey the same as you?"

"..." The answer to the Lord was dead silence.

"It's a pity that this amulet at the expense of health has made your physical condition worse. So you pray to the Beast Stone to regain your health. As a result, you became your own disaster." As the Lord said, "I'm right, the Fallen Wolf Angjacchi? Or you are the Fallen Werewolf Red Herrosmond?"
Chapter completed!