After rebirth, one gold coin bought the Elf Princess

If she says it's okay then it's okay.

Transformed into an undead? Roland shuddered.

He would rather die a natural death than sacrifice the joys of being a human being in exchange for immortality.

Today, Valenie is not opposed to necromancy, so Roland can naturally let go and do his best.

He released the domination of the dead at will, awakening all the sandworms.

These resurrected sandworms do not need to eat and will not get tired. Once their magic energy is exhausted, they can continue to survive indefinitely as long as they continue to replenish it.

It's simply the perfect excavator.

Time passed quickly. With millions of sandworms digging day and night, they had dug more than three thousand meters downwards in less than a week.

As the excavation progressed, Roland's expression became a little nervous.

He vaguely felt the presence of the claws.

Soon, soon.

Just when he was feeling a little nervous, the tireless sandworm dug out a piece of gravel.

"Look, is this what you left behind?"

Valenie picked up the stone and handed it to Roland.

"No, this is the unique architectural style of my enemy, the Sawas Empire."

Roland's expression changed slightly, and there was a hint of anger in his voice.

Valenie raised her right hand, and a milky white light enveloped Roland.

"Calm down, Roland. Think positively about everything. Maybe we didn't go to the wrong place. It's just that your death led to the destruction of your country and its occupation by the enemy."

Roland looked at Valenie speechlessly, "You are really good at comforting people."

"There's no point in getting upset, let's just keep digging."

Roland nodded without saying anything, but instead cast acceleration magic and bloodthirsty magic on the sandworms to improve the mining efficiency.

Valenie was right. His country was inferior to the Shawas Empire in terms of strength, and it was only by relying on his incredible fighting power that the balance was barely maintained.

He died, the balance was broken, and unless a miracle happened, this would be the result.

Occupying the enemy's territory and building your own buildings on top of their heads is a common means of insult.

Thinking that the Shawas Empire had also become a ruin under the yellow sand, Roland didn't know what to say for a moment.

Seeing that Roland was in a bad mood, Valenie did not say anything, but silently increased the speed of magic energy transmission.

Another day and night passed, and the underground palace left by Roland finally appeared under the Shavas building.

"Yes, it's here, right here!"

In the dark cave five thousand meters underground, Roland's excited expression appeared particularly clear under the illumination of the magic lamp.

"Come on, let's go in!"

Roland couldn't wait to jump into the underground palace and walked towards his claws.

That was once his most proud weapon, which tore countless enemies to pieces.

Now, he's back!

Volume 250: The Path of the Hero: Chapter : Things You Have to Do

"Teacher, why did you stop here?"

The young archaeologist looked at the older scholar curiously and asked in confusion.

The older scholar said nothing, his face pale, as he leaned over to observe the seemingly ordinary sand.

He observed carefully for a long time and said slowly: "This is it."

The young scholar was confused and looked around carefully, becoming even more puzzled.

"Teacher, is there any difference between here and the surrounding areas?"

"Observe the sand carefully," the older scholar reminded gently.

The young scholar also bent down like his teacher and observed carefully for a long time, his eyes becoming even more confused.

Seeing his disciple's incompetent performance, the older scholar shouted angrily: "Oval, you can't even see this. Don't say you are my disciple when you go out in the future!"

"Teacher, I'm sorry."

Oval lowered his head and dared not speak, his hands trembling slightly.

Teacher Zieger is a leading figure in the field of archaeology. He not only understands archaeology, but is also well-versed in astrology.

A few days ago, after divination, the teacher determined that something important would happen in this desert, so he hurriedly took him with him.

Oval muttered to himself that he had never heard of anything special about this desert.

The ruins left over from ancient times have long been excavated, and I really don’t know what else there is here.

Although he had some complaints in his heart, he did not dare to question the teacher's decision and followed obediently.

The teacher insisted that there was a great discovery here, so he could only honestly act as an assistant.

Yet he could not tell the difference at all.

There is no difference between this sand and the sand next to it.

Seeing his disciple being so stupid, Teacher Zieg kicked him in the butt angrily.

Oval was the slowest of all his disciples, but also the most honest.

He taught so many disciples, but only this dullest one stayed by his side, while the others had already sought their own ways to make a lot of money.

The disciples left one after another just because of different ideas.

Sieg is an archaeologist, and his disciples hope to become profit-oriented archaeologists (tomb robbers).

The teacher looked down on the shameless act of tomb robbers, and the disciples could not stand the teacher's stubborn behavior of mastering superb skills but being content with poverty.

"Sand makes no difference, but this?"

Sieg kicked the soft sand with his toes, and a special shovel appeared.

"This is a Siegfried shovel! Teacher, have you ever dug here?"

Sieg: "......"

If this disciple wasn't really honest, he would have wanted to slap him away.

Is there something wrong with this kid's brain?

Does he look like someone who would come out alone to dig up the ruins?

He reminded unhappily: "Think about it again!"

A glimmer of clarity flashed through Oval's confused eyes, "Teacher, I understand. It was left behind by one of your other disciples."

A relieved smile appeared on Zieg's face.

Although this kid is a little stupid, at least he is not hopeless.

Just as he cleared his throat and prepared to speak, Orval's next words almost made him fall headfirst.

"Teacher, when did you accept another disciple?"

Sieg: "......"

"Idiots, they are left behind by the scums who were expelled from the sect."

"Teacher, do you mean they came here to rob tombs?"

Oval finally came to his senses. He roared in indignation, "Teacher, what are you waiting for? I'm going to catch these tomb robbers right now!"

Sieg was completely speechless. He looked at Oval and asked helplessly, "Teacher, I was cursed by the grave spirit a few years ago. My strength is less than one tenth of what it was. I'm afraid I'm no match for them."

"Can you handle these scum?"

Sieg's original intention was to remind Orval not to rush ahead, but Orval raised his head and said loudly:

"I have to fight even if I can't win. Even if it means losing my life, I will never allow these scum to damage the teacher's reputation."

Looking at Oval's clear eyes, Sieg stood there in a daze, with mixed feelings in his heart.

How long has it been since he last encountered such a simple emotion?

I've seen a lot of intrigue and conspiracy over the years, and I haven't seen such clarity for a long time.

He thought again of the several disciples who had rebelled against their master before.

Their eyes were once so clear, but later they gradually became cloudy.

Sieg's originally hunched back gradually straightened, and a strange look flashed in his eyes.

"Okay, well said."

"But you are wrong about one thing. I taught these bastards. I should be the one to clean up the mess myself, not you."

"teacher!"

Oval was very emotional and wanted to persuade the teacher to go back first, but was stopped by Sieg with a gesture.

"Everyone has something they must do, and no more talk is allowed."

"Teacher, you are right. Everyone has things they must do. What I must do is to protect your safety."

Sieg's eyes fell on Oval's cheek, he patted his shoulder vigorously, and said with a smile:

"Good boy, I was right about you. This adventure is over. I will no longer object to your relationship with Gina."

"teacher!"

Oval's face turned red and he stammered, unable to utter a word. He was completely different from the brave and fearless young man just now.

Gina is the teacher's daughter. They dated secretly, but they didn't expect that the teacher had already found out.

Seeing Orval scratching his head, Zig laughed and teased: "Although I am old, I am not blind. I have heard that cats will sneak into the girl's room in the middle of the night and leave roses."

He smiled and patted Oval's shoulder, saying kindly, "Well, if young people don't fall in love, do they have to wait until they are old to make up for their regrets? Take good care of her, otherwise I will never forgive you."

Oval's eyes were slightly red and he nodded vigorously.

He gripped the sword at his waist, and a sharp gleam flashed in his eyes.

The teacher can only exert 10% of his strength, and now it is his turn to protect the teacher.

After searching for a while, the master and disciple finally found the entrance.

Entering from the entrance, the two observed carefully and found many sandworm corpses along the way. They followed the sandworm corpses to a hall.

"Teacher, this hall seems to be newly excavated."

"Remove the appearance."

Oval smiled sheepishly, clenched his hands vigilantly, and whispered: "Teacher, those traitors shouldn't be able to do it."

"If they must dig up the hall, they can do it, but there is no need."

Master Zieg said in a deep voice: "Obviously, this was definitely not done by those traitors."

"Teacher, shall we continue to move forward?"

"of course."

A hint of determination flashed across Sieg's stern face.

Oval wanted to say something, but nothing came out of his mouth.

He is just a little slow, not really stupid.

The teacher's time is running out.

His strength was only one tenth of his peak, and his life was at its last moments.

The teacher’s biggest regret is that there were a few traitors who caused great damage to the entire archaeological community.

If these guys are allowed to do whatever they want, sooner or later they will make enemies they cannot afford to offend.

If these people cannot find a few traitors, they will come to settle accounts with the teacher.