Elf Story from Another World

Chapter

Ennardez was now the only one of the group who could still move, so he was used as a labor force.

The altar has been completely destroyed. The owner of the tomb here probably placed himself under the center of the altar, but now it's hard to even find that location.

Lowenstein was determined to dig it out and see if there was anything valuable stuffed in the coffin. The main reason is that the weapon he took advantage of has just been lost. If he didn't get anything this time and lost his mithril sword, it would be a big loss.

His sword was of the highest level in terms of the materials used, the person who made it, and the arcane spells engraved on it. It is not unreasonable to say that it is one of the best daggers on this continent. He didn't expect to find any weapons of similar quality to the dagger he lost, so he had to at least see something that made sense.

The guy who could create such a puppet was definitely not an ordinary skeleton. After Ouyue told them about his experience, he learned what was buried here.

So since he is such a capable guy, he will definitely not be wronged by the tools he uses.

Lowenstein was thinking this and saw Ennardez digging out a dark coffin from a pile of rubble.

I don’t know what this thing is made of, but it looks heavy, probably weighing a few tons at least. Although Ennardez looked very light when he dragged it out, people couldn’t help but wonder if it was made of paper.

It was tightly fastened with dozens of large locks and sealed. The same dark chains tied it tightly, and those who didn't know it thought there was a devil trapped inside.

"We don't have the key." Ouyue said timidly as he watched them gather around the coffin with interest.

He felt that digging up human graves was not a very moral thing. In addition, the skeleton made by the guy buried in the grave saved his life, so he felt that he should not do such a thing.

However, no one even listened to what he said. Everyone's attention was focused on the dark coffin.

Enardez grabbed the chain, weighed it a few times, and then gave it a sharp squeeze. The black metal was stretched out of shape within a few seconds, and then broke with a muffled sound.

"Ujin?" Lowenstein held the stone and looked at the coffin: "Let's see if we can move it back. This coffin can be used as a good armor after melting."

"It's not easy to move. Let's go back first and then think about moving it when we come back." Ennardez held his chin and thought for a while, feeling that it would be a waste to throw such a big pile of rare metal here. , it is better to take it back and recycle it.

As he spoke, he broke another chain. Then he held the lock hanging on it with one hand and crushed the metal lock directly.

He used brute force to pull off all the locks on the top, and patted his palms: "Okay, you two step back Lowenstein. You are weak now, so you should also step back."

Just as Nasha was about to protest, Ennardez picked her up and forcibly placed her on a raised stone slab: "Good boy, I don't know what's inside yet. If there is any danger, it's easy for you to get too close. Hurt yourself.”

Since the guy buried here is willing to go to such trouble to be a guardian, there's no guarantee that he won't do anything in his coffin, such as carving a magic circle inside that will explode when opened.

Ennardez is still very confident that he will not be harmed by these low-level traps. No matter whether it is a curse or a monster, it is still difficult to hurt him.

He turned his head and saw that Lowenstein still hadn't moved. He was about to say something, but he blocked him back: "I'm not useless yet. I can take care of myself. Don't worry about me."

Ennardez could only smile bitterly, and then slowly opened the coffin.

However, it seems that he was overthinking it. Maybe the guy lying inside didn't think about the possibility of his puppet being defeated, so he didn't put any trap inside.

But this is better, and Ennardez is happy and relaxed.

The cave was not bright, and most of the glowing crystals were broken and fell to the ground. There are dots of blue light on the ground and in the cave. But these lights cannot illuminate the inside of the coffin.

Ennardez reluctantly took off his gloves, snapped his fingers, and a small fireball appeared in his hand. By the light of this small fireball, the contents of the coffin appeared in sight.

A plain white skeleton lay inside. It had been lying there for hundreds of years, but the bones were still as good as new and even shiny.

It was covered with a cloak, I don't know what kind of material it was made of, but it didn't rot even after being stored for so long.

"Has any treatment been done before death?" Loewenstein held the coffin and looked inside: "What a beautiful guy. It's obviously just a skeleton."

"Well, indeed." Enardez didn't show any politeness to it just because the undead people lay inside it. He directly picked it up, took off its cloak and threw the skeleton frame aside: " Nasha, I’ll give you a task to see if there is anything strange carved on this bone.”

"Okay." Nasha had been waiting beside it for a long time and was a little impatient. When she heard that there was something alive, she immediately became energetic. She ran to it and squatted down in two steps, checking every bone.

Ouyue had no choice but to find a place to squat down and watch with her eyes wide open as the group of guys who looked like bandits were rummaging through the things inside.

Enardez folded the cloak: "When I get back, I'll find a tailor to see what this thing is made of. It should be enchanted, but I can't identify it."

"I'll find something else to put it in." Lowenstein looked inside and found that he didn't prepare anything like a sack.

"Put it aside first and look at other things." Enardez looked inside, pinched his chin, and looked at the contents inside with a little thought.

Inside was a red blanket with gold edges, which was also immortal for a long time and was probably a good thing. What pleased Lowenstein most was that there was indeed a short sword inside.

Lowenstein picked up the dagger, slowly pulled it out, and suddenly said with some surprise: "This skeleton is okay, this is Hei Yuangang, right?"

He pulled out the sword completely, and the black dagger did not reflect at all under the firelight.

Black meteorite is one of the few metals that can be compared with mithril, but mithril is forged by dwarves, and this metal is purely natural. So it is even rarer than mithril.

Lowenstein turned the dagger and shrugged helplessly: "There's nothing engraved on it. I guess it's because I don't know anyone in the dwarf tribe. It's a pity."

He weighed it a few times and nodded with satisfaction: "One day when I go to the dwarf's place to play, I will ask him to carve two arcane inscriptions for me. Although it is probably not as good as my original one, it can be used if I can survive."

Ennardez shrugged helplessly and continued to rummage through the contents.

Suddenly, he saw a book in the corner, was stunned, and then took it over.

The black patent leather looked like it was about to rot, and the paper inside was also yellowed. Some people thought someone had dropped a storybook inside.

He looked at it casually and tilted his head: "Is there elven writing in this?"

He raised his head and looked at Lowenstein: "Do you know Elvish? I have only learned some simple characters. There should be something important in it, otherwise it would not be stuffed into the coffin."

"How could I possibly know that kind of writing? No one has used it long ago." Lowenstein shrugged: "It's extremely troublesome to write, and it's hard to read."

"That's such a pity." Just as Ennardez was about to put him in, he heard Nasha saying next to him:

"Ou Yue knows Elf script. I see that his diaries are all written in this script." Nasha pointed at Ou Yue who was squatting next to her.

"Really" Enardez was a little overjoyed and greeted Ouyue: "Come here and help me."

Ouyue swallowed, nodded, and walked over slowly.

"You actually learned such a thing?" Lowenstein looked at him with a little surprise in his tone.

Although the Elvish script begins with Elf, it was a script that was only used by the Elf tribe a long time ago. Nowadays, the entire continent uses common language. Except for a few old guys who want to study ancient books, not many elves would choose to learn this kind of writing.

But I can still say a few words, such as may our ancestors grant us glory. This prayer is almost universal. The ancestors spoke Elvish in that era, so maybe praying in Elvish will be more effective.

"I learned it when I was a child." Ouyue nodded slightly.

He took the book, looked at the black leather cover that was about to peel off, and was a little dazed. Then he came to his senses and opened the first page.

"As you read, I will continue to look for anything useful." Enardez bent down and continued to search around in the coffin of this world to see if he could find anything useful.

"Okay." Ou Yue nodded, and then read the text: "June 725, , Heian Year, the weather is fine."

"Stop, stop, stop." Ennardez was happy when he heard the first paragraph: "Yeah, I thought it was some kind of book recording magic, but I didn't expect it to be a diary."

"Is it rare to die with a diary?" Ou Yue asked strangely.

"No, it's not uncommon." Enardez picked up a helmet from inside. The jet-black helmet looked strong and durable. There were other parts of the armor set with it in the coffin: "I'm just sure it doesn't have any effect on us. used."

"Can I keep it?" Ou Yue suddenly asked, "I like to listen to stories."

"Whatever you want." Enardez knocked on the helmet: "Elf, come here and see if this fits you well."

The two of them entered the treasure appraisal stage again, completely ignoring the book.

Ouyue returned to the corner and sat down with the book in her arms. She picked up a glowing crystal from the ground and used it as a light source for herself.

It just so happened that everyone was busy right now, but he had nothing to do, so it was just right for him to read a book.

"What are you looking at?" Suddenly there was another voice in his ear, but this time Ouyue was basically used to Nasha's habit of leaning next to his ear to talk without warning. This time there was no big reaction, except for his ears. The slight rise is a subconscious biological reaction and cannot be held back by willpower.

"Look at the diaries written by others." Ouyue replied: "It just so happens that I also want to write a diary... Your father has completed the task assigned to you."

"Well, I didn't see anything engraved on it. Maybe he will see it in person later." Nasha leaned next to him and stretched her head over the book: "Some skeletons like to dig between their ribs." If you carve something in a similar place, you might miss it if you don’t pay attention.”

Nasha didn't believe in evil and relied on her elven writing, which only knew a few sentences, to see if she could understand a certain passage above.

Then she knew what the problem caused by language barrier was.

"It's really like you. It's also written in elven script." Nasha felt a headache looking at the book with ghost symbols drawn all over the page.

"After experiencing this, I have become more determined to write a diary in Elf script." Ouyue shrugged helplessly: "This way, when I bring it into the tomb, it will not be read by the tomb robbers."

But in fact, many, many years later, his diary written in elven script to prevent it from being read by others is still being read by many people. But that was a long time ago, and now, he is just an elf who is considered to be somewhat talented.

Ouyue looked at the things on it, turned around and asked Nasha: "What is the year of peace? I see that this is used to mark the year above."

"It's the same as the Rhine Year of your elves. It was also calculated from the beginning of the peaceful era, or it was calculated two years later than you." Nasha thought for a while and said: "At that time, the undead also wanted to use it. The Rhine year was used as the unit of calculation in the calendar. However, the rulers at that time felt that since they had already established a relationship with you elves, it would be shameful to continue to use your calendar, so they used the Heian year as our calendar unit."

"725, Heian Year, this is the time when he recorded the earliest diary." Ouyue looked at Nasha: "Approximately how long ago?"

"This year is Heian Year 1281, which is almost...more than five hundred years ago." Nasha praised softly: "The quality of this book is really good, and it has lasted for so long."

"Wow, that's really a long time ago." Ouyue looked at the notebook in her hand and couldn't help but have mixed feelings.

"Hey, let me tell you." Suddenly, Nasha looked at him and said, "It's not interesting for you to read it alone. Read it to me."

"Ah...Okay, as long as you don't find it boring." Ou Yue was stunned for a moment, then agreed.

In the huge cave, a pair of older vampires and elves were studying how to take away the entire coffin, and also to see if there were any heritage buried elsewhere. In another group, the pair of children were sitting together. The boy was reading the contents of the book softly, and the girl was sitting next to him and listening quietly.

It's all so harmonious, like a scene from a fairy tale...