Chapter 487 Ruins

I have to say, sometimes, my luck is still very shameful.

The first glazed brick that he landed on triggered the mechanism, which was earth-attribute magic.

Earthy yellow sand instantly emerged from the cracks in the bricks, and several powerful crossbows were once again protruded from the walls on both sides. Swish, swish, and a burst of crazy shots, heading straight for me.

Fortunately, I reacted very quickly. As soon as my toes touched the ground, I jumped up with all my strength. I inserted the tip of the Naotatachi into the sand and pushed my body in the other direction.

Then, with a strong movement of his wrist, he also pulled the masked female elf over.

At the same time, there was a muffled sound of "hoo", and a fireball suddenly rose above the glazed brick where the masked female elf had just been standing.

This fireball is not large in size, but it carries a hot aura. Once it hits, although it is not fatal, it can still cause considerable trauma.

Settling down again, he found that there were no traps on the brick surface. He breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to wipe his sweat to show that he was really shocked. Only then did he realize that his hand was holding Meng firmly at the moment. Hands of an elf.

At this time, the masked female elf was staring intently at the hands we were holding.

At the same time, not far away, there were three pairs of sharp eyes, stabbing our connected hands like arrows.

Awkward!

Ahem!

I coughed several times to cover up my awkward mood at the moment, and by the way, I also let go of the hand I was holding.

The voice of the masked female elf floated into my ears: "My hand, it feels comfortable to hold it~"

Cough cough cough!

I coughed again.

Fortunately, she stopped teasing me. Soon, we were again seriously testing the traps around us.

I am a fighter with high agility and durability. The mechanism under my feet is not too dangerous for me, but it is very tiring. If I am not careful, it may cause me a certain degree of harm. Fortunately, , my body’s self-healing ability is very strong. As long as the trauma is not too serious, I can recover as before in a short time.

After dodging incoming crossbow arrows and falling stone pillars, rising fireballs and sudden ice picks, I wiped the sweat from my forehead and my breathing became slightly faster.

In just a few minutes, it almost equaled the energy consumed by killing monsters for an hour continuously.

Standing on a glazed brick without a mechanism, I looked at the masked female elf on the other side who was dodging the mechanism. Her situation was not optimistic.

One arm was scratched by a series of falling crossbow arrows, his close-fitting clothes were torn several times, and a section of the long hair on one side was burned off by the fireball that had just emerged.

Simply, she found a safe place to stay. Her plump breasts were constantly rising and falling, and her rapid breathing even reached my ears.

Seeing that she was fine, I gritted my teeth and said happily: "You are really in such a mess."

The masked female elf rolled her eyes at me and said, "You're not much better either."

I lowered my head and looked at my clothes and pants that were scratched by various hidden weapons, and grinned again: "You're right."

Then, the great task of trap removal was underway again.

This undertaking was very difficult. When I was halfway through, I already felt my brain started to hurt. When I looked back, I saw fragments of glass and falling rocks and crossbow arrows all over the floor. The whole corridor was ruined.

Sighing, I suddenly felt that something was wrong. After thinking about it, a sudden flash of inspiration came to my mind, and I said to the masked female elf who was also resting not far away: "Hey, let me ask you something."

The masked female elf turned to look at me with tired eyes.

"Tell me, there have been so many adventurers here before, have any of them entered this tomb?"

"there must be."

"Is it possible that among the group of adventurers who entered the tomb, none of them touched any traps?"

"No." She shook her head and said, "There must be."

"Since someone has touched the trap, will it result in the same situation as now?"

As I said that, I pointed at the mess behind me.

She seemed to have thought of something, with some doubts in her eyes, but she quickly shook her head and said, "Let's do what we should do now. We will discuss these things after we leave the mausoleum."

In fact, I just had a whim about how to restore the tomb to its original state, and I didn’t intend to delve too deeply into it.

Feeling that the physical condition was almost adjusted, he started the next test.

It took us nearly an hour to test every floor tile in the entire hallway.

Back at the entrance, I sat down on the ground, took the water bag, and drank a few gulps.

Phoenix took out the handkerchief he carried with him and wiped my sweat bit by bit. Barbara stared at my damaged clothes with her big eyes, and carefully checked whether there were any wounds inside. Carrie took the water bag, screwed the lid on, and put it back in her backpack. She looked at the hallway that was almost in ruins, and sighed: "The hallway that was so good has been turned into ruins by you."

She deliberately emphasized my tossing and ignored the masked female elf. She must be jealous.

I took a breath, pulled her little hand, and said, "There's nothing we can do about it. Who told the designer to create so many traps?"

"The designer's original intention was not to let anyone rob the tomb," Cagalli said angrily.

I looked at the jewelry slowly in her backpack and was speechless.

At this time, you are telling me the truth. Why didn't I see you showing some mercy when I took the jewelry?

After recovering a little, I stood up from the ground and saw the masked female elf on the side ordering her men to apply medicine to herself, so I asked, "How are you? Are you okay?"

The masked female elf narrowed her eyes and looked at me: "Oh~ do you remember me?"

"Of course," I said hehely, "We are comrades in arms."

She rolled her eyes at me and said, "I'm okay, but I'm just not as resilient as you."

"Don't look at me like that, I'm not a monster." I shook my head and said, "Besides, my recovery ability is also acquired with my life."

"I paid for it with my life." She said with a look of disbelief: "Could it be that the person standing in front of me now is a ghost?"

"Don't worry about these details," I said: "This is just a rhetorical metaphor to illustrate that the road to recovery is very difficult."

"It looks real."

She muttered this, looking at my ruined clothes.

When I lowered my head, a hideous scar was looming on my chest.

"I'll make you laugh," I said while trying to cover up the scar, but found that once I covered the scar, the clothes would become wrinkled and ugly, but if I didn't cover it, the scar would be unsightly.

Momentarily embarrassed, I smiled awkwardly.

"How did you do it?" the masked female elf suddenly asked.

At this time, the three Phoenix girls also came up, looking at my scars while looking at me with doubtful eyes.

"This," I scratched my head, thought for a while, and said, "This is what I left behind when I challenged the Minotaur boss at level four."