Marvel's Magic Master

"It seems that they all died here!"

After turning around several times, George saw three robbers who were shot like hedgehogs in a tomb. He knew that all the robbers who followed the black elf in should be dead.

Including the bandit boss.

"It saves me trouble."

George took away valuable burial objects such as gold coins and gems that the bandit boss had looted from the ancient tomb and continued to walk deeper into the tomb.

In front of him was a heavy iron gate and on the right were three turntables. He needed to turn the turntables to the designated patterns before he could open the mechanism of the iron gate.

If you turn wrong, you will be greeted by a dense array of poisonous arrows.

The three bandit leaders turned the pattern incorrectly and died from the poisonous arrows.

George was too lazy to turn the turntables one by one, nor did he touch the switch. He walked directly to the iron gate and pushed it with both hands. He created a hole in the gate big enough for one person to pass through, and walked in.

After passing the iron fence, he encountered a group of bloodthirsty plague rats.

Faced with the densely packed plague rats, he clapped his hands vigorously, and a powerful airflow burst out, blowing the rats directly onto the wall and turning them into blood clots.

He couldn't use magic, but if he wanted to, with his terrifying body, he could create some magic-like effects.

"What a pity, it's all rotten, otherwise I could still take a look at it."

After passing through the iron gate, we clearly entered the core area of ​​the ancient tomb, and many burial books began to appear.

It’s just because the time is too long and the books have not been specially treated and preserved, so they have all rotted and can no longer be read.

It turns to ashes at the touch of a finger.

If he could use magic at this moment, he could reverse time and repair it.

But it doesn’t really matter. Once you get to Winterhold, there is the largest library in Skyrim, and you can find basically any book there.

"Help, help, help me!"

After walking up a set of stairs to the lower level of the ancient tomb, George soon heard the black elf's cry for help.

"Very good, three thousand Septim will be in hand soon."

With a smile on his face, George followed the sound and quickly came to a tomb.

This tomb chamber is very special. It is full of spider webs and mummies that have been entangled in the webs and eaten, leaving only empty shells.

If a normal person came in, he would probably faint from fright at the first sight.

At the end of the tomb, there was a black elf trapped in the air, struggling and shouting.

He was the black elf who stole the golden dragon claw and wanted to keep the treasure for himself.

"It seems that the frostbitten spiders also have some intelligence."

The Frostbite Spider is a magical creature in the Elder Scrolls, and looks somewhat similar to the Acromantula in the Harry Potter world.

Not only can they spray poison and spit silk from a distance, but their melee strength is also terrifying.

The key is that they basically live in groups, and those that live long can grow to seven or eight meters in size, like a big tank.

The frost spiders here are the type that have lived for a long time and have acquired intelligence.

After catching the black elf, they did not kill it, but just entangled it and made it cry for help, which was obviously to attract more prey.

Sure enough, as soon as George walked into the tomb, there was movement in the dark hole above the tomb.

George looked up and saw a huge spider. Spider lady?
Blinking, George looked carefully at the giant frost-biting spider and a group of small spiders that had landed in front of him, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

The little spider was fine, it looked exactly like the Frostbite Spider in his previous life's game.

But the giant frost-biting spider was different. It did have spider legs underneath, but its upper body looked like a human woman. However, due to its huge size, the upper body looked like a human woman, but it was also magnified four or five times.

So some parts of her body are very big, extremely big, and her face is very beautiful with a charming expression. It's just the blood remaining in the corners of her mouth that makes her look very weird overall.

"There really is a monster girl."

Seeing Spider Lady rushing towards them with her offspring with a bloodthirsty face, George shook his head, jumped up and kicked Spider Lady's head in the air.

Then he killed all the little spiders just like he did with the mice.

He doesn't have any unique hobbies, so why would he be interested in a half-human, half-spider monster.

With his bare hands, a sharp blade formed purely by the squeezing of air shot out, cutting the spider web that bound the black elf. George stepped forward and ordered:

"Hand over the golden dragon claw!"

"Oh, of course. I know how to use the dragon claw. I know how to use the symbols to open the door to the story hall."

The black elf tore off the spider web on his body, and while perfunctorily answering George, he rolled his dark eyes and prepared to escape.

But as soon as he took a step, he heard George's cold and murderous voice:

"I advise you to think clearly."

Unable to help but tremble, the black elf Avel subconsciously stopped.

His intuition told him that if he dared to turn around and run away with the Golden Dragon Claw, he would definitely get kicked in the head like the Frost Spider.

"No, don't kill me. This is the Golden Dragon Claw. Leave it to me. I can help you open the door."

Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, Avel swallowed his saliva, and reluctantly handed the golden dragon claw hanging on his waist to George.

George took the dragon claw and said calmly:
"Follow me."

Passing through the spider tomb, George came to a hall that looked like an altar and stared at the magic patterns all over it with great interest.

In order to demonstrate his own value, Avel next to him quickly explained:

“The ancient Nords believed that death was not the end and that they could be resurrected through sacrifice, so almost every ancient Nord tomb had such an altar.

On every full-moon night, the corpses in the ancient tomb would gather here to worship the altar, attempting to resurrect the altar's true owner.

But in reality, no ghoul has ever been truly resurrected, their souls have long been annihilated, leaving only some instincts. "

"It seems you know a lot?"

George looked at Avel with some surprise.

He didn't have much impression of this guy in the game. He only remembered that he ran away in a hurry after being rescued, and then died at the hands of the zombie behind him.

"Sir, although I may not be very strong, I am a veteran thief and adventurer. I have studied the history of ancient Nords, dwarves, and snow elves, and I am proficient in cracking various mechanisms."

Avel's face was full of flattery.

"We just need a guide. This Avel is a good one."

George nodded.

He had never intended to kill Avel. Avel was at most a thief, and he had not killed anyone, so his crime did not deserve the death penalty.

I didn't expect that Avel was also well versed in history, which could be of some use to him.

There are many differences between the real Elder Scrolls world and the game world. With Avel around, many things will become simpler and more convenient.

(End of this chapter)