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Volume 1 Chapter 116 True and False Treasures, First Battle with Foreign Counterparts

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    Chapter 116 True and false treasures, the first battle with foreign counterparts

    This wooden box is huge in size, about five feet in length, width and height. The edges are carefully inlaid with gold rims and decorated with many unknown gems. It looks quite precious.  At this moment, the wooden box was ajar, and under the light of the torch, little bits of golden light were faintly reflected inside.  There is no need to open it specially, even if you just notice the few handfuls of gold coins scattered near the wooden box, no one can guess what the golden light is.

    Could it be that this is the legendary dragon treasure?

    The guards suddenly became jealous. If this whole box was filled with gold coins, how could there be tens of thousands of them?  The huge wealth that no one had ever dreamed of suddenly appeared in front of them, and the guards couldn't help but whisper to each other. If it hadn't been for the rigorous disciplinary training that Arati had done in the past few weeks, someone might have been tempted to open the door immediately.  Take a closer look at the box.  It's not that anyone expects to hide a part secretly, it's just human nature.

    "My lord?" Alati looked at Isabel who was in a daze and said softly.

    "Well, I understand." Finding that there was no information about this orc god in her memory, Isabel secretly deduced that maybe it was an ancient fallen god. After all, this temple already looked quite old.  .  Under Arati's reminder, the girl came back to her senses, and soon noticed something strange about the guards around her, and then noticed the wooden box under the altar.

    Vaguely, Isabel felt that something was not right.  The red dragon hasn't been found yet, but the treasure was discovered first?  What about the dragon? Where is it?  Could it be that this treasure is actually a trap?

    "Mr. Arati, you'd better go take a look." Isabel looked around for a while, but couldn't find anything abnormal. After a little thought, Isabel added, "Please be careful!"

    In fact, there is no need for Isabel to specifically add this last sentence. Alati is a well-informed veteran adventurer, so how can he be careless?  He took a step forward, put the scimitar in his left hand into the opening of the wooden box, and gently lifted it up, but did not touch the box itself at all.

    ¡°Squeak¡ª¡ª¡± The lid of the box flipped up as he moved.

    Suddenly, a ray of cold light shot out from the wooden box, bringing with it a hissing sound of wind, and pierced Ala Qianqian's chest.

    ¡°You¡¯re good to go¡ª¡± Arati shouted, and the scimitar in his right hand was unsheathed, drawing a bright arc of light and accurately blocking the inexplicable attack.

    It was only then that the others had time to react. When they saw the true face of the attacker, they all exclaimed in surprise.

    It was actually a long, dead wood-colored arm with twisted muscles, stretching out strangely from the inside of the wooden box. The five fingers of the palm were dry and slender, and it was firmly holding a giant sword with cold light flowing out, which was in line with the one in Alati's hand.  The scimitars pressed together.  The blade of the giant sword did not break under the swing of the magic weapon. It was obviously a fine master product.

    The right side of the wooden box twisted for a while, and the arm somehow managed to flip to the outside of the box in the blink of an eye, as if the wooden box had a right hand.  Almost at the same time, another arm stretched out from the box, and a dark mass covered Arati's head and fell down.

    Arati pushed with his right hand and took a few steps back to avoid the thing.  After the object fell, everyone saw clearly that it was a fishing net covered with blades.

    "I thought it was some kind of trap, but it turned out to be just a mimic." Arati sneered and said disdainfully.

    Hearing this name, a series of information recorded in the "Monster Manual" seen from the Archmage Tower Library instantly flashed in Isabel's mind.  This monster is rough-skinned and thick-bodied, extremely strong, but not low in intelligence. In fact, it is quite difficult to deal with.  Arati might not take it seriously, but if it were him, it would probably be a tough battle.

    "Hmph! Human, please eat it for me!" There was a strange opening on the front of the wooden box, just like a human mouth, and he screamed arrogantly.

    Arati made a sword dance with both hands lightly, rushed in front of his opponent with one lunge, and fought with the mimic wielding a giant sword.

    The guards took a few steps back in fear.  How pitiful it is that ordinary people like them have the chance to see such a weird monster!  Goblins, kobolds, and even ogres and trolls are all barely humanoid, but this thing is obviously just a box

    "Be careful of magic!" A faint dragon spell suddenly sounded in her ears. Isabel was so excited that she hurriedly reminded her loudly.

    A vague feeling of sleepiness suddenly surged from the depths of Isabel's heart, as if a soft female voice was singing a charming lullaby in her ears.

    Sleep spell!  Isabel immediatelyHe responded, and after a moment of concentration, he successfully got rid of the influence of the spell, and his sleepiness disappeared in an instant.

    Arati on the side just made a movement and immediately returned to normal.  However, although he was not hit, the Mimic took the opportunity to hit him, regaining some of his disadvantage.

    After all, the sleep spell is just a first-level spell, with its own limitations of arcane structure, and it is not yet able to affect powerful warriors with strong wills like the two of them.

    However, the other guards around him did not have this strength. One after another, three or four of them became weak and simply fell asleep on the ground.  The man who was holding a torch for lighting was also one of them.

    The simple torch fell to the ground. Although it was not completely extinguished, the light suddenly dimmed a lot.

    "Kill them!" An erratic kobold's voice sounded from nowhere.  Following his words, a group of kobolds holding daggers appeared from behind the altar strangely and rushed towards everyone viciously.  At a glance, I don¡¯t know how many there are.

    The inaudible sound of mantras sounded in the hall again.  The guards held the halberds tightly in their hands and faced the charging kobolds, trying hard to restrain themselves from looking left and right, wishing they could not see through the damn darkness.

    "There!" Isabel opened her eyes, chanted a few spells quickly, and completed the spell before the opponent.

    A bolt of white light shot as fast as lightning towards the statue on the altar.  Before reaching the statue, he suddenly made a strange turn and went around to the back of the statue.

    With a "bang", a short figure was knocked out from behind the statue and fell to the ground, groaning in pain.  The half-used magic was naturally interrupted.

    Isabel suddenly rushed forward, put her right foot on the barrel next to her and used it to gain strength. She raised her body and jumped into the air. She actually jumped directly over the heads of the group of kobolds rushing from below.  Before taking off, she had already calculated her footing in her mind.  With two more uses of strength, Isabel had already rushed towards the leading kobold warlock before she even landed.  The body is still in the air, the long sword has been unsheathed, piercing the enemy's heart.

    The kobold warlock just recovered and saw this scene.  Seeing the long sword with cold light falling from the sky and approaching, it only had time to raise its index finger to point at Isabel, and roared a single word heartbreakingly: "Ding¡ª¡ª!"

    Isabel felt dizzy, and her body was suddenly stopped by a mysterious force. The inertia of her forward jump was instantly reduced to nothingness, and she had no choice but to fall straight down.

    After landing firmly on the ground, the girl was about to take a step forward and hand out the sword, but her body swayed and she suddenly realized that she could not take this step, and she was shocked.  Not far behind them, the few guards who were still awake were already fighting with the kobolds.

    The kobold a few steps ahead has already climbed up from the ground. It is dressed in a weird patterned robe and full of strange accessories. It is very different from other members of the same race. It must be an occasional member of the kobold tribe.  The warlock appears.  Kobolds are dragonborn after all, so it is not unusual to have the blood of a warlock.  For some unknown reason, the kobold warlock did not use any more spells. Instead, he pulled out a bone dagger from nowhere, rushed forward ferociously, and stabbed the girl's waist randomly.

    Although I have tried secretly several times, I have never been able to take even half a step around, but Isabel is not completely unable to move.  She calmly spotted the point where the dagger would land, twisted her body, and tried her best to dodge the attack with the smallest movements. If she couldn't avoid it, she would simply take the initiative to get in front of it in advance to minimize the damage caused by the dagger.

    The reason why the girl can remain calm is because she knows that no matter what kind of spell, there must be its limit.  Although I don't know the specific reason for the trick I am currently suffering from, I think it will never be able to limit my actions endlessly.  Otherwise, the kobold warlock would not need to be so anxious to kill himself with a rarely used ritual dagger.

    Sure enough, it only took five or six seconds at most from the moment it was taken. Isabel suddenly felt a lightness in her body, and she immediately knew that she had returned to normal.  However, these few seconds are really almost as long as a whole century for the girl.

    "Die!" The huge humiliation of being trapped and unable to fight back instantly turned into infinite power. Isabel shouted angrily with hatred. She suddenly raised the long sword in her hand from bottom to top and struck hard between the legs of the kobold warlock.  .

    In order not to affect the success rate of the spell, the kobold did not wear leather armor like its compatriots.  This hateful sword was like chopping a melon or vegetables, almost cutting it into two halves, and the blood from its internal organs was sprayed all over the floor.

    Killing the enemy with one move, Isabel let out a long breathExasperated, he turned around and looked around.

    Arati was still entangled with the Mimic. When one of his scimitars hit his opponent, it was accidentally stuck to the body by the mucus secreted from the Mimic's wound.  He couldn't pull it out, but he no longer persisted. He took the opportunity to use a flaw and feinted, and cut off the Mimic's right arm with a single blow. He simply grabbed the giant sword and used it.  The Mimic screamed in pain, with mucus splashing everywhere. The remaining left hand pulled out a long hook knife from the wooden box body and slashed at Alati wildly.  But anyone with a discerning eye can tell at a glance that it is completely dizzy with anger, and its defeat is just a matter of time.

    On the other hand, the escort team was already at a clear disadvantage due to the huge disparity in numbers with the enemy.  Fortunately, under the command of Eter, the guards quickly formed a circular formation, and with the strong armor protecting the vital parts of their bodies, their lives were not in danger for a while.  But no one was able to get out and wake up the four people who were still sleeping soundly on the ground in the center of the formation.

    After lowering her head and observing herself for a moment, Isabel could not help but sigh.  Although the wounds were only shallow cuts due to the dragon scales that vaguely appeared under the skin, and there was not much blood flowing, the long dress was in tatters from being cut by daggers.  Thinking of appearing in front of her subordinates with this appearance later, it was hard for the girl who felt embarrassed not to get angry.

    Behind the hand of the dog's head, Isabel held his hands and waved his hands with both hands, and the moves were open and strong.  With the strength and skill of these kobolds, no one can stop her attack.  The long sword may chop, chop, or stab. Every time a sword is struck, a kobold will be killed on the spot.  In just a few breaths, the siege of the kobolds had been completely shaken.

    The pressure on the guards at the other end suddenly eased.  Eter immediately took the opportunity to withdraw from the array, grabbed the team members on the ground, and slapped him with a few slaps.  Although the method is simple and crude, the effect is immediate.  After several rounds of slaps, the four guards who had fallen asleep woke up one after another in a daze.

    With the addition of these people who woke up, and the fact that Isabel showed no mercy in anger, the number of living kobolds gradually became less and less, and eventually they were surrounded by them.

    At this moment, the shrill scream of the Mimic suddenly came from the altar not far away, and then there was no sound again.  Thinking about it, if nothing unexpected happens, Arati will naturally have defeated his opponent.

    Like the last straw that broke the camel's back, like the timid compatriots outside, the kobolds shouted in unison, ran in all directions, and fled into the darkness in the blink of an eye.
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