"Big brother, congratulations! This Dragon Head Coffin looks like a top-grade treasure!"
The player next to him spoke enviously, "Look at this dragon head, carved so vividly. How could an ordinary coffin have such a luxurious configuration? Moreover, if it can’t be put into a bag, it further demonstrates the special nature of the coffin. I suggest opening it now, forcing Spilt Water Can’t Be Regained to co back and snatch it!"
"Good idea!"
The demon was fretting over how to lure Su Ran here. This fish was too cunning; without enough bait, it wouldn’t work. The appearance of this Dragon Head Coffin happened to solve his bait problem. Whether he can be lured depends on the treasure inside this coffin!
"Open the coffin!"
Having made up his mind, the demon no longer hesitated, clutching the dragon head and pushing it towards another slot.
"Click, click, click."
A sound of chanical gear friction ca from the coffin, and with a ’clack’, the dragon head was pushed into the topmost slot.
Suddenly.
Tiny holes appeared all over the coffin, and with a whirring sound, hundreds and thousands of arrows shot out, flying in all directions.
Since the demon’s subordinates were gathered in a circle, none could escape this calamity, all getting hit and their health points dropping rapidly.
Even more unfortunate was the player who got pierced by more than a dozen arrows and, unable to heal in ti, died imdiately—a truly unjust death.
"Damn, it’s a trap!"
The demon was horrified. He was the closest and should have died a grueso death first, but he didn’t want to get killed here. By survival instinct, he pulled a subordinate over as a at shield, taking the brunt of the arrow damage instead.
The ordeal didn’t last long, at most half a minute, yet nearly one-third of the demon’s subordinates were dead, and his at shield in front of him died thoroughly, eyes wide open, frozen in an expression of shock and resentnt, undoubtedly died with feelings unappeased.
"Smack."
The demon didn’t take it to heart, dropping the corpse on the ground and continued ssing with the Dragon Head Coffin.
"Evil demon boss, this coffin is an ominous object, in my opinion, just leave it be!"
After what just happened, the subordinates were already scared stiff, looking at the coffin as if it was the plague, retreating backward, afraid of a second wave of calamity.
"Look at how scared you are, it’s just a coffin, is it necessary?"
The demon was full of interest in the coffin. He figured it out, so many slots ant there were multiple opportunities to open the coffin. Where to find such a top-grade coffin?
He’d already made up his mind to open the coffin here and lure Spilt Water Can’t Be Regained over as soon as possible!
He absolutely couldn’t waste this precious Eight Trigrams Mirror!
At this point, the demon ignored everything else and hugged the dragon head again, pushing it toward another slot.
"Boom!"
A toxic mist erupted on the spot, coloring the ground around ten ters from the Dragon Head Coffin black, not to ntion the demon and his subordinates.
They all got hit, coughing violently from the poisonous fog, fleeing and hastily pulling out health potions to gulp down.
The demon’s face turned black from anger, getting hit twice in a row without adding health, and once again hugged the dragon head, pushing it toward another slot.
Three tis is the charm, he didn’t believe he’d get hit a third ti!
"Evil demon boss, think twice!"
"Stop ssing with it, this coffin is too sinister, it will cost lives!!!"
"Big brother, let die on the battlefield, but dying on this lousy coffin, it’s too frustrating!"
How could these dozens of subordinates endure such torture? If it happened a few more tis, how could their hearts take it!
"There’re just these few slots, endure it, it’s rare to encounter such a top-grade coffin, how could we miss it, as long as we can open it, the treasure inside will all belong to us!"
The demon couldn’t listen to his subordinates’ advice, his arm gave a fierce push, and the dragon head was directly pushed into the third slot.
"Crack."
A crisp sound was heard; the coffin did not undergo any significant change, at least not in the demon’s eyes.
"Success? Haha, indeed, things don’t happen more than thrice!"
The demon was overjoyed, reaching out to open the coffin lid, but unexpectedly, just as his hand touched the lid, an accident occurred, and the joyful expression froze on his face.
"Rumble..."
A tremor ca from the ground; the demon and his subordinates were closest to the coffin, the tremor was the strongest, and they couldn’t maintain their balance, all falling to the ground.
Imdiately after, cracks appeared on the ground, and hundreds of undead skeletons erged from below. These skeletons were different in size and bone color from ordinary skeletons, clearly mutated, and their strength was not to be underestimated.
"Damn, why are monsters spawning? Damn, there’re so many!"
"Weird, why spawn monsters now of all tis? Such bad luck!"
"Haha, look at you scared, they’re just low-level skeletons, what’s there to be afraid of? Unite and take them out one by one!"
"Don’t underestimate these skeletons, they’re mutated, and we might not be their match!"
"Tch, even if they’re mutated, they’re still low-level skeletons, can’t change the fact that they’re low-level Undead!"
"Demon boss, strike while they haven’t all erged!"
The players, tornted by the coffin’s chanisms, were full of anger, and these mutant skeletons provided the perfect outlet. They were just waiting for the demon to give the order to massacre these undead skeletons, bound to happen!
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