738 Chapter 458: Mysterious NPC, This Charcter Is Too Old [3/3]
Richard became even more motivated to lead the way toward meeting the sixth high school NPC.
A 20-meter-tall and 30-meter-wide passage on the right side of the valley led directly into the mountain.
The Soul Eater Crows and the Dark Servants had already entered the depths to scout the way, so they were not afraid of sudden danger.
They gradually tilted down after about 200 meters into the cave. Richard's sight suddenly widened following another 100 meters of a walk.
That was a vast oval underground space.
The height was about thirty meters and directly exceeded a thousand meters.
Hundreds of giant stone pillars supported the underground space.
Each stone pillar has hollow in half. That was surprising.
Hollows and steel cages filled the area.
They looked around and found several steel cages with white bones long since weathered away. It was obvious that they had been imprisoned and died.
These were? Did the spiders form these?
They looked at the wild style. Richard thought of the Tower's race buildings.
The Tower race should have left this dungeon. However, spiders suppressed the race and occupied the territory.
Richard didn't mind.
He swept his gaze and slowly said, "Where is that NPC?"
All the players gritted their teeth and pointed at the center.
"Right in the middle of the dungeon!"
Anticipation engulfed Richard's emotions. He led the level 19 Dark Soul Eater Kratos and the players forward.
They passed through the giant stone pillars and made a few twists and turns. They arrived at the central area of the dungeon.
There were no giant stone pillars here. There was no vast space.
There was only one particularly thick stone pillar in the center.
Richard stepped forward and arrived before the vastest stone pillar cage.
He looked inside through the rusty cell door.
A 1.6-meter-tall dried, old thin man appeared before him.
The dried, old thin man's face was amiable. He bent like a neighbor's grandfather.
His body was as thin as a dried corpse, and his aura floated. It was like he was about to die. That was the only thing odd.
At this moment, a pair of eyes looked at Richard.
Their eyes met, and the air suddenly froze.
The players around Richard were already furious before he could say anything.
"Old dog, you shameless old dog, return my rare resources!!"
"I've been cursed by you for so long! Where's the quasi relic that you owe me?!"
"F*ck your grandpa! I came back alive this time. I'll live in vain if I don't kill you today!"
Languages of curse continued.
The 20 people or more brutally scolded the dried, old thin man.
The amiable, dried, old thin man inside incessantly smiled as he looked at the crowd as if none of their words affected him.
The players' curses seemed praises to him.
He stared at Richard with interest.
He knew who was the one who brought them back alive when the players appeared.
His appearance and temperament were top-notch, almost catching up to when he was young.
The dried, old thin man suddenly looked horrified and subconsciously took a few steps back just as Richard was about to say something. Then he looked at Richard as if he had seen a ghost.
"Damned bastard… The power of an ancient god! Those guys are back?"
The voice was so sharp that it was sparingly ear-piercing.
The other players did not understand what the dried, old thin man was up to, but his words shocked Richard.
Richard stared at the dried, old thin man who had lost his composure.
"You are indeed not simple."
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