The adventurers in Hamlet Town may not be strong enough, but their adventure experience is indeed very rich.

It took them less than half an hour from the decision to the departure.

Just half an hour later, Pan Long, accompanied by four adventurers, had walked through a blocked cellar in the town and stepped into a ruin.

"It is said that this ruin was the former town." The thief Jerold, who was the leader of the team, held a torch and walked in front of the team. While paying attention to the surrounding situation, especially the ground in front, to avoid stepping on traps, he introduced the origin of the ruin to Pan Long. "But the residents of the town don't remember that there was such a small town once, which is a strange thing."

"But this ruin undoubtedly used to be a prosperous town," said Crusader Eric.

This bald man, who had been burned more than once, has now changed into a full set of armor, and is carrying a heavy package behind him, with dry food and drinking water inside.

According to the plan, they had to explore underground for about two days. Two days were not long, but the underground ruins were full of dangers, and all the supplies had to be brought from the ground. The amount of these supplies was very heavy. If there was no strongman in the team, they would not have to go far.

Among the five people in the entire team, four were carrying luggage. Crusader Eric carried supplies such as water, nun Kadra carried bandages, herbs, doctor Turke carried some fragmented and mixed uses, while Pan Long carried firewood.

The only thing that doesn't need to carry luggage is Jerrod, a guide and scout who needs to be as light as possible to ensure that all possible traps along the way can be removed and early detection of enemies.

"People should often come to explore here, why do we still need to investigate?" Pan Long asked, "Shouldn't even the stones on the roadside be turned over?"

"Because the evil power covers the ruins, even if it has just been checked, the trap may automatically recover as soon as the person leaves not long ago." Eric said seriously.

"But treasures can do it, too," said Jerold with a smile, "I don't think there is anything wrong with it. As long as treasures can be restored, whether the traps are restored or not is not important at all."

Pan Long was amused by this and asked, "What if the enemy will recover?"

"Enemy would have been coming in a constant stream," sighed Kadra, "I don't even understand where they came from? Are there really so many residents in this town?"

"Resident?" Pan Long asked.

"It should be residents, after all, they are all skeletons now." Jarrod said with a smile.

Pan Long frowned and pointed to a broken room not far away: "Are you talking about the things in that room?"

The adventurers stopped and looked at the room together.

Then, Jerold pulled out the musket from his belt: "It seems we have a deal, guys."

Everyone untied their backpacks and placed them on the ground, took out their weapons and prepared for the battle.

Sure enough, just about half a minute later, the decaying door of the broken house was pushed open, and three figures wearing tattered armor, who seemed to be dressed in soldiers, walked out.

As they acted, they could hear the sound of "Karakar" hitting the joints. When they approached and walked closer, they could see that their heads were simply a skull. As expected, as Jerold said, these soldiers were all skulls.

"Every time I encounter skeletons are dressed up by soldiers, which makes me wonder - how many soldiers were there in this underground town back then?" said Eric, the Crusader. "After every battle, I would remove some small but crucial parts from their armor. In a few months, I have accumulated a lot of them. Enough to equip an army."

"Maybe the owner of this town really had an army," said Jerold. "After all, if such a big town and there is not enough army, it's just a piece of fat."

"Maybe they perished like this." Nun Kadra sighed.

At this moment, the doctor Turke, who had been silent all the time, suddenly said: "Here you come!"

Before he finished speaking, the three skeleton soldiers suddenly accelerated and rushed towards them.

Before they could rush up, Eric had raised his shield and roared to meet him.

His shield was almost half a person tall, so heavy that it could hold Gerald, a thin man, to the ground and unable to stand up. When such a heavy piece of steel was lifted up by this burly man and knocked out at a speed of more than 40 kilometers per hour, it was naturally worth mentioning.

A skeleton soldier facing him was knocked away directly. When it landed, the sound of the skeleton scattered came.

Even if it can be resurrected, it will probably not be easy to assemble the bones scattered all over the floor.

The remaining two skeleton soldiers were not panicked because of their comrades being killed instantly, and probably the skeletons did not have such emotions. Their lower jaws, which were left with only bones, kept opening and closing, and their upper and lower teeth hit, making a crisp sound. Two rusty one-handed swords were raised high and cut towards Eric.

Before the sword could fall, a golden light fell from the sky and hit one of the skeletons. It contained sacred power. Although it could not completely destroy the skeleton, it temporarily stopped its movements, as if it was frozen.

The nun held the hammer stick in his hand, muttering words in his mouth, praying to God. With the power of prayer, he activated the divine spell, temporarily trapping the skeleton.

In the end, the skeleton suddenly had a layer of gray-green steam on its body, and its movements were obviously slower. However, the doctor took action in time and threw out the special medicine bag and hit it. The medicine was not as effective as it was for the living creature, but at least it was a little slower.

With this time difference, Gerald, who was following Eric tightly, raised his foot in time and kicked the skeleton soldier in the chest.

The skeleton's legs obviously could not provide strong support, so the skeleton soldier was kicked down. Eric then jumped up and guessed hard on it.

His burly figure and full of armor were extremely heavy. With this step, the skeleton soldier immediately dispersed and lay motionless on the ground.

Soon, the last skeleton was also broken up by the adventurers, and until the end, it was unable to break free from the shackles of the divine power.

The whole process was smooth and it can be seen that these adventurers had already cooperated many times, cooperated very well, and had a strong enough strength.

Not to mention anything else, enemies at this level alone should not be enough to hinder their progress.

After destroying all the skeletons, the rest of the people started to organize their equipment and prepare for the next battle. Jerold searched for several skeletons, and soon found some golden coins with a smile.

"Although these skeletons are really disgusting, they produce gold coins." He said happily, "A little golden and charming thing, as long as you have you, no matter how ugly it is, it looks a little cute!"

Eric shook his head and said nothing.

It can be seen that he was not satisfied with Jerrod's behavior.

Kadra and Turke also sighed softly, probably with similar thoughts to Jerod.

Pan Long nodded slightly in his heart - this team is not only strong and experienced, but also has three people in the team who are very indifferent to money. No wonder they can pass through the underground ruins and become the most reliable team in the mind of the civil guard Jackson.

Soon, the team was reorganized and embarked on the road of adventure again.

Before leaving, Pan Long lifted a stone and smashed all three skeletons.

"It's useless," Eric said. "They will still reorganize."

"How can we stop them from reorganizing?" Pan Long asked, "Transport them out and purify them?"

"That is indeed possible, but it will consume too much sacred power." The nun Kadra shook his head, "The sacred power is endless, but a holy object and a priest can borrow for a period of time, but there is only a limited amount of money. If it is consumed too much, it will cause loopholes in the protection of the town."

Pan Long frowned and said nothing.

He naturally came here when he was playing games, but if these settings that were taken for granted in the game were converted into reality, they would require some practical reasons.

When playing games, you won’t be asking questions like “Why are wild wolves constantly refreshing at the gate of a town”. But in reality, if there are no more than 30 meters in the gate of a town, wolves will appear constantly, and at least tens of thousands of them will be killed in a row…that will definitely cause panic.

...No, maybe it will lead to a complete collapse of fur prices?

Eric removed some small parts from the three armors and put them in a special leather bag. They jingled and collided in the leather bag, making a crisp sound.

"It sounds like these parts are all real," Pan Long asked. "Have you checked the parts you brought back before?"

"It's true after checking it." Eric shook his head, "That's why I wondered so much. If all the parts I collected were installed on armor, they could at least arm the army of thousands of people. Thousands of soldiers wearing armor... an earl shouldn't have so many troops."

"The premise is, if that's really just an earl," said Jerold.

They walked and chatted, talking about their guesses about the origin of the maze, and also wiped out many skeletons along the way.

As Pan Long estimated, these skeletons could not pose a threat to adventurers. They easily solved the skeletons that appeared, and did not cause any trouble to them.

But even so, the continuous battles made people tired. Not long after, Jerrod said that he was tired and needed rest.

Eric said with some displeasure: "We have not finished the scheduled journey yet."

"But I'm tired," said Jerold. "I have to make sure I'm full of energy or there may be danger."

In the end, Jerrod had the upper hand. They chose an old house that looked relatively stable, demolished the furniture inside, lit a bonfire, and boiled some porridge with the dry food and water they brought.

Jerold wrapped his blanket around his body and lay down next to the campfire, and soon made a snoring sound.

"Is he so tired?" Pan Long asked in confusion.

They only set out for about three or four hours in total, and Jerod was so tired that he needed to sleep?

Sister Kadra explained: "This is his way to eliminate stress. This ruin is filled with evil forces, which will make people accumulate heavy pressure without realizing it. As a scout in the team, Jerod accumulates the most pressure. So he needs to reduce the pressure in time to calm down his mood to ensure that he can continue to reconnaissance in the next adventure."

Only then did Pan Long understand and couldn't help but nod.

This is the result of the transformation of settings in the game into reality, right? It sounds like it makes sense.

Eric sighed: "Originally, our plan was to reach the entrance to the ruined sewer - those rat-caring guys often appeared there. But now it seems that there is no problem going there, but if you force yourself to go, you will be inadequate on the way back."

Reality is not a game. In the game, no matter where you arrive in the maze, you only need one instruction to return outside without consuming any supplies. But in reality, since you are walking by your legs, of course you have to walk back by your legs.

Even if you can travel faster when you return, you still have to walk by yourself. After all, you still have to rest, eat, drink, and consume supplies.

If there is insufficient supplies, you cannot go deeper rashly. In such a maze, once there is no supply, the entire team may be swallowed up by endless darkness.

Pan Long nodded slightly and asked, "So do you need to adjust the plan?"

"We have to adjust, let's wait and withdraw it later," said Eric. "Go back to the ground and discuss what to do."

"The biggest problem for underground adventures is insufficient supplies." Kadra sighed. "Although we can defeat those skeletons, unless we learn from second- and third-rate adventurers and search for food in the underground ruins regardless of threats, the scope of our ability to explore underground will always be limited by supplies and can only be limited to this area."

“That is, if there are more supplies, a larger range can be explored?”

"Yes." Eric nodded, "but we have to fight at the same time, so we can't bring more supplies."

For adventurers, this is almost an unsolvable problem.

Pan Long smiled.

For ordinary people, this is indeed a difficult problem, but it is nothing to him.

He took out a black leather bag and handed it to Eric.

"This bag can probably hold something equivalent to a carriage," he said. "I believe that with its help, you should be able to go further in the maze."
Chapter completed!