Chapter 439 - Underground Maze (II)
The stone door was three meters tall and carved with a beautiful, mysterious relief sculpture. A square slot in the middle of the door was apparently an installation for opening it. Although the entire stone door looked ordinary and was mediocre at best—the knock of a hammer would effortlessly smash it to bits—Rhode could sense a strange aura coming from it. It was obvious that these fine relief sculptures weren’t simply relief sculptures. Instead, they were powerful magical traps that would perhaps trigger if the method of inserting the key was wrong or if the door was forcefully opened.
However, this wouldn’t pose a problem for Rhode, who held the correct key. Although he couldn’t understand the secrets behind the patterns of this magical trap, he was clear of the steps in the strategy in opening it. Rhode retrieved the four key fragments from his pouch and inserted them into the slot in the sequence he remembered. The four key fragments aligned and embedded perfectly with the entire pattern of the huge stone door. The dusty, stone door opened slowly.
A cold, chilly wind blew through the gap and the fireballs around them faded into nothingness.
“Miasma.” Gillian scrunched up her face and she returned to her normal expression after a mere second. “Master, you must be careful, okay? There may be a bunch of corpses and naked, skinless creatures extending their tongues dashing out from there. This is more interesting, isn’t it?”
“Don’t worry, this degree of miasma won’t affect me much. Also, corpses are nothing new to us anymore.” Rhode turned around and gazed at Gillian as he stepped into the pitch-dark maze.
Rhode didn’t understand too much of this maze’s history since he wasn’t interested. Rhode knew the types of species lurking in this underground maze and that was all he needed to know.
There were no signs of light apart from the fireballs that Gillian had cast. The fireballs shone upon their surroundings and thick layers of moss inhabited the stone walls around them. Coffins filled with ghastly white bones were laid out in a hideous mess while spider webs were spread out along the tunnel. The footsteps of the trio were the only sound in this silent tunnel.
“Leader, what exactly are we looking for here?” Anne was overcome with boredom as she fiddled with her hair.
“We’re looking for an important magical equipment which will help us a lot for the next guild mission. Anne, you must be wary too.” Rhode explained patiently.
Rhode pushed the dead Maze Zombie away and flicked off the remains on his dagger. At the same time, he lowered his head and gazed at the daggers. Rhode was amazed that it was as though the two daggers had become the perfect extension of himself. Also, he was able to slay the enemies flawlessly as though he had been using the daggers for a long time.
Why do I feel this way?
Rhode’s eyes glistened curiously. Suddenly, two clear and sweet-sounding laughters sounded in his head.
“Huhuhu…”
“Hehehe…”
Rhode looked up but he couldn’t find anything apart from the Maze Zombies.
His ears fell into the silence of the tunnel again.