Chapter 71

Slow, silent, firm.

The expedition walked through the water pipe for about fifteen minutes and came to a new cave.

The dark cave entrance can't see the content. It's like a fierce beast with a wide mouth that can devour the whole world. It's waiting for food to come to the door to fill its stomach.

The procession stopped at the entrance of the cave.

"Acharin, check whether the wall here is the same as the tunnel. Don't disturb others."

Acharin nodded silently.

Lorraine and Hannah took torches from the sailors, two for each, and walked into the hole side by side.

In the light of the fire, Lorraine saw the smooth almost milky white rock wall, which was still like an egg shaped echo wall. But this hole is much larger than the fluorescent hole in front. Standing at the entrance, I can't see the situation in the hole with four torches.

They walked along the wall. After a short walk, they saw an artificial creation on the wall.

It was a torch, supported on the stone wall by a rough iron frame. The tarpaulin on the torch was scorched black. It seemed to have burned, but it never burned out.

"Haina, shall we bring kerosene?"

"Just in case, I brought some."

"Ask two sailors to make some linen wrapped around torches. I have a hunch that we have come to the end."

Lorraine's needs were soon met. The sailor carefully wrapped the tarpaulin around the torch and lit up a world with a fire.

They scattered along the two roads, one left and one right, looking for a circle along the cave wall, lit 48 torches and illuminated the huge cave like a small theater.

Lorraine saw a white hole!

The four walls of the hole are white, and the center is also white.

The white center is a flat sand dune nearly three meters high built with quartz sand, sprinkled with scattered gold coins and gold ware. The higher it goes, the more dense it becomes.

At the top of the sand dune, the gold ware has been piled into pieces. In the large piece of gold, there is a strange and ancient back wooden chair with tall carved columns.

A skeleton was sitting on a chair, wearing a gold helmet and a long sword around his waist.

His legs diverged and his back leaned forward. The left palm supports the left knee and the left foot steps on gold. The right arm is on the right leg, which is slightly higher, and the foot steps on a ferocious giant crossbow.

The skeleton of a giant bear accompanies the side of the throne, with its limbs folded and its side head sleeping soundly.

There were also four stout silver helmet skeletons kneeling under the throne, facing the king and the giant bear. They were self-made and rotten, leaving only their skeletons with rusted Viking swords in their chests.

Haina stared at all this, and her jade eyes were confused: "this is... The tomb of the king?"

"This is the burial place of inger ananson," Lorraine whispered. "My ancestor, the king wolf of Iceland, inger ananson."

"How do you know?"

Lorraine raised his hand and pointed to the flagpole like carved pillar behind the throne: "see that pillar? It's called the throne pillar. For the Vikings in the tribal period, it was a symbol of the power of the tribal Lord. The chiefs put the pillar behind their throne and the throne on their long boat to cross the sea and plunder wealth."

"It is said that when inger's long ship sailed near Iceland, his pillar fell off the ship. According to the Viking tradition, the place where the pillar landed was where the tribe lived, so he looked for the pillar along the ocean current, found Iceland and became the king of Iceland."

"After him, his family ruled Iceland for three centuries. Each king took inger's name as his surname and was called the inger Dynasty. It was not until Iceland was conquered by Norway that the descendants who lost their authority restored the surname of ananson until my mother Helena and Helena ananson passed on their blood to me."

Lorraine narrated slowly. Unknowingly, the members of the expedition gathered behind him and looked in awe at the king wolf at the top of the sand dune.

Haina asked softly, "you knew he was here?"

"How could it be?" Lorraine smiled bitterly. "When acharin found the ruins of the long ship and the gold coins of phocas, I just suspected that inger regarded the sea cave as the last bone burial place. But I never thought that he had built a crazy mausoleum here."

"Here... Built?"

"White sand, gold ware, and stone grooves around the cave wall..." Lorraine looked at the layout of the cave in confusion. "He wanted to build a boat city, nootong. But for some reason, he couldn't move his long boat in. Instead, it became a long boat relic outside the cave and a clue for us and nasbert to find his mausoleum."

"It's God's will to drink and peck." Haina sighed, "what are you going to do?"

"What to do?"

Haina pointed to the king wolf on the sand dune: "this is the tomb of your ancestors."

"You think too much." Lorraine smiled and stretched his waist. "I respect inger. But I'm the son of pirates. Even if inger woke up and stood in front of me, he couldn't stop me from taking the treasure. My sailors deserved it and they bought it with their lives."

This is a formal announcement.

The expedition erupted into a great cheer. The sailors flocked to the sand dunes and began to pick up the scattered gold articles.

The composition of these gold vessels is quite complex. There is no system at all, from works of art in the centuries BC to ordinary gold coins and ritual vessels in the 89th century. It can be seen at a glance that it is the whole summary of inger's looting career.

They don't have boxes for gold.

Several wooden boxes on the gold pile had decayed with the years. The sailors dumped medicine bags, ammunition and even kerosene, freed two large wooden boxes and a barrel and placed them on the gun truck used as a cart to collect gold.

Some people even suggested unloading the artillery, vacating a car and loading more gold, but this suggestion was rejected by rational companions.

Others took off their clothes, wrapped them in packages and wrapped heavy gold around them. They were too excited to help themselves.

But from beginning to end, no one touched the bones of the four Viking warriors, let alone disturbed the sleep of inger and the big bear around him, even if their feet were on the richest gold.

Lorraine said he respected inger ananson, the sailors respected their captain, and respected these predecessors who were at sea from the bottom of their heart.

Picking up treasure is their right as adventurers, and it is their duty as sailors not to disturb the sleep of the dead.

The cave is filled with the aroma of harvest, pungent and smoked, which is the smell of fire oil.

Lorraine and his sailors stood at the mouth of the cave, avoiding the strange smell, smiling and watching the sailors busy on the sand dunes.

Noah casually played with a gold bracelet and wrinkled her small face: "Captain."

"Huh?"

"I don't understand."

"What don't you understand?"

"If the cave is a mausoleum built by inger arnerson, why are there only five people and a bear? Did they build the mausoleum by themselves? Even if the cave is natural... So much sand, so much gold... And the fishing fork gun... How many times do they have to move to finish?"

"The warriors in silver helmets are not coolies, they are the glorious Viking guards." Lorraine explained with a smile, "every guard is a slave owner, and inger is the largest slave owner. There must be hundreds of slaves who built the mausoleum. He wanted to build Norton, but he could not use only a long ship."

"Where are the other boats?"

"After all these years, it probably sank. Only when inger's flagship was dragged onto the reef could it survive."

"Where have so many slaves gone?"

"This..."

Noah looked serious: "Captain, slave traders like to catch wandering Roma. I heard the old man of salabu say that once Roma are caught, they will no longer be human and the property of slave owners."

Waving her arms, she seemed unable to find the right words: "slave owners will not allow their property to leave. Even if they die, they will first execute their slaves, or take slaves as an inheritance and hand them over to their descendants. Isn't that the tradition of the Vikings?"

"Almost..."

"If it's almost... Why can't you see the slave's bone pits here? Are they all buried in the sand dunes?"

"Dunes..."

Lorraine subconsciously looked at the sand dunes. In a trance, he seemed to see the soft silver sand move.

He was stunned, rubbed his eyes and was about to take a closer look. Only this moment, the sand dune suddenly collapsed!

The sand dune collapsed, just below the two gold picker sailors. The sailor fell into the sand cave with a scream, and soon flew out like a baseball. With a bang, he hit the dome of the cave, his brain burst and his blood rained like rain.

The calm sand dunes swell with big waves!

A pure black tail swayed out from the white sand and pulled it violently, smashing inger and his loyal guard.

The harpoon gun under inger's feet flew like a shell, straight at the hole and crashed into three sailors who couldn't escape along the road.

Lorraine flew out and knocked stunned Noah and acharin to the ground.

The spear gun flew over their heads and hit the four pound gun on the gun truck. With a bang, it flew left and right.

The giant forest beetle slowly raised its head from the sand dune.

Ten meters long, nearly one meter thick, soft and dry fine sand slipped from its dark body, leaving no dust on it.

The frightened sailors rushed to the cave like crazy. Lorraine slowly stood up straight and stood with Haina at the cave against the flow of people.

"Python circling the atrium, YeMeng... GAD."