A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees

Matthew realized that it was different from the first floor.

At the intersection of the second and third floors, a slanted layer appeared.

The mezzanines might not have been the original design of the tomb, but rather, they had been formed over the years as the underground space slowly changed.

The eastern part of the mezzanines was still faintly illuminated.

Matthew narrowed his eyes.

The light came from a huge well above.

The people from Swordwinter must have entered through this courtyard.

He just didn\'t know if this well was man-made or naturally formed.

If it was man-made.

This meant that the people in Swordwinter knew more about the Eternal Underground Palace than they did!

"I don\'t see any trace of that Kobold Warlock…"

Matthew was careful.

Logically speaking, the Kobold Warlock had set off at about the same time as the Swordwinter group, and they were heading in the same direction.

With the kobold\'s talent in the underground space.

There was no reason for him to be slower than his peers dressed as mercenaries.

"Could it be that he has already entered the third underground floor?"

In the midst of his thoughts.

Matthew noticed a commotion in the group in front of him.

"There\'s a large group of undead approaching!

"There are so many zombies! It doesn\'t seem to be born in the underground palace…

" Idiot, there must be someone commanding this army. I think it\'s that Necromancer from Baiyan City. I didn\'t expect him to be able to summon so many undead at the same time!"

With the support of the Grave Domain.

Although Matthew\'s hearing had not improved much, his high priority in sound transmission and observation allowed him to easily hear the whispers of his peers.

"He shouldn\'t have discovered us yet! Should we stall these zombies first and then quickly take the treasure chests in the room?"

A slightly provocative voice said.

The grave robbers discussed for a while, but they still couldn\'t make up their minds.

But very quickly.

A middle-aged man wearing a red headscarf stood out.

He looked like the leader of the Swordwinter people.

"Forget it, forget it. Let\'s just leave!

" Don\'t get entangled with the Necromancer in the tomb. Remember our mission!"

The light voice seemed to be unwilling.

"We don\'t have to be so afraid of him, do we?

" The summoned creatures of necromancers are usually just for show. I\'ve killed at least 300 zombies, if not 500. If he really dares to fight with us, we might not be the ones who suffer."

The red headscarf said sternly,

"Don\'t cause any more trouble. Let\'s move aside!"

In the end, the group of people left the room.

However, their footsteps still seemed to be a little slow.

It was also because of this.

Matthew, who was fishing in troubled waters among the zombies, was also able to observe the attire of this group of people.

Each of them wore a headscarf, but the colour was different.

Some of them were young, some were mature, and most of them looked to be in their thirties or forties. They did not look like young men.

The light voice came from a young man wearing a black headscarf.

He was the only person who looked to be in his teens among the people from Sword Winter.

" I still think we should observe. Maybe the necromancer will answer the question.

" Even if we can\'t get the treasure chest, we can still gain experience by watching this process."

the Black Headscarf said in a low voice.

The Red Headscarf agreed with this statement.

" You can observe for a while, but be careful to keep a distance from the undead.

" Be prepared for battle. If anything unexpected happens, we\'ll deal with the enemies before us first. Then, we\'ll help our companions. Remember our mission clearly. Try to escape the battle as much as possible."

As they spoke, they found a corner.

They looked at the door of the room from afar.

Matthew had no intention of greeting them.

Surrounded by the zombies, he quickly arrived at the door of the room.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone in Swordwinter.

Matthew took a step forward and arrived in front of the Sphinx.

He looked at the Sphinx with a smile.

However, the latter\'s gaze was tilted to the ceiling and did not look at Matthew at all.

Matthew took a step forward.

The Sphinx moved aside, his eyes still glued to the ceiling as if a wonderful show was going on.

Matthew curiously followed his gaze.

There were only cracked rocks on the ceiling, dusty cobwebs, and wet water seeping from the ground.

Matthew immediately reacted.

So that was the case.

He laughed in his heart and swaggered into the room.

This scene fell into everyone\'s eyes.

Each and every one of them was rather shocked.

"That fellow…Why can he enter without answering the questions?

"Could he be the owner of the tomb?

"He used an Invisibility Potion? No, we can see him. Can\'t the Sphinx see him?"

Headscarves of other colours were still being discussed in the distance.

The young and vigorous Black Headscarf had already rushed in front of the Sphinx.

He also wanted to imitate Matthew and barge into the door.

Pa!

The Sphinx mercilessly lowered his thick hind legs, his cold eyes focused on the Black Headscarf as if he were judging him.

"Answer the question before you can enter.

"Trespassers will die!"

The black headscarf pointed at Matthew in the room.

" Then how come he doesn\'t need to answer the question to enter?"

The Sphinx\'s eyes were indifferent.