Chapter 82: Chapter 82: Treasure sense

Norrix, the vampire they found in the Proudblade Mausoleum, was leading them inside the dungeon. He confidently led them to the right, and they saw a lifelike statue of a warlock in the middle. It seemed to be holding a key in its hand.

"Now, before you rush in, watch," Norrix took a pebble from the ground and threw it in a random direction. The floor rose, and spikes extended from the ceiling.

"Is there a trick behind this?" Dorian asked, looking slightly green at the sharp, black, spikes.

"There is, the stones are steeped in mana. The right ones have less mana than the rest, watch me go and step in the same pattern," Norrix waited until the floor lowered back in place, and then began to skip in a pattern. He made it to the statue of the wizard, and waved.

"Let me go first, I can sense the stones," Morris turned to Dorian, waiting for the tank to give his consent.

"Sure, but be careful," Morris grinned and began skipping in much the same pattern that Norrix had used. He made it to the statue, and then began to poke and prod it.

"What are you doing?" Norrix was looking at him, amused.

"You might not know this, but traps like this usually have a deactivation. Could it be?" Morris looked at the key. He took it. The eyes of the warlock blazed purple for a moment, and then everyone heard a loud click.

"Well, here goes nothing," Morris gave a devil-may-care grin and stepped on a place that had a lot of mana under it. The floor did not rise.

"It is safe to come over," the berserker shouted, and the platoon made its way across the chamber.

"Are those garnets?" Valerie pointed at the eyes of the warlock.

"A second trap, more than likely. We can come back for them after we take care of the core," Leander had not forgotten Armaros's trap, from the dungeon core's days as the hamster dungeon. This core had placed one trap, what stopped it from placing another?

"That is probably true, come on, vampire, show us the way," Valerie did not trust Norrix. She had seen how Leander had been slightly confused after the vampire had fed from him. Not only that, but she wouldn't put it pass the golden-eyed man to have injected Leander with his mana through the fangs and placed him under a compulsion.

Norrix did so, obediently, but, instead of going down the hall, he went in the direction of the entrance hall.

"You are adventurers and must want treasure. There is a treasure chest this way," the platoon followed him slowly, feeling uneasy. But, what they found in the chamber to the left was indeed a treasure chest. And a tree-headed dog that was double their size in high.

The dog did not look starved, but it did look angry.

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"Archers," Dorian called, just as the dog began to charge. He rushed to meet it halfway, shield raised. The mountain of muscle that was the dog slammed into the shield with such a force that it made Dorian's bones rattle. But he held firm.

Arrows flew pass him, and a slight breeze was all the warning he got of Morris's axe strike, as the berserker used mana augmentation to jump as high as the ceiling allowed so that he could slam his axe on the middle head of the dog.

Dorian heard the dog yelp, but he didn't hear the sickening crunch of bones he had expected to hear.

"Use mamba strikes, all three of you. Aim for the eyes," Dorian commanded. If this dog had ironclad skin, as it was the case with most mini-bosses, then the eyes would be their only chance.

Dorian jumped back, so that the eyes of the middle head could be uncovered. Then, just as the mamba strikes were released, he jumped to the ground and placed his shield so that it could guard his neck.

The dog whined, the growled and began to charge the rest of the platoon. Only to be stopped by a golem made of light, which was as big as it. The golem had two short swords in its hands, and Alklair sat down on the ground, for better concentration.

Morris was in the air again, and he used mana to stick to the ceiling. He observed the fighting golem and dog, and waited. Then, just as the golem rose its axe, Morris leapt down and brought his own axe at the same spot that the golem hit.

This time, there was the cracking of bones following his action. The combined hit too much for the dog's hide. The rightmost head was split open, and it hung limp.

Dorian was back on his feet and rushing to the leftmost head. One of the eyes had been bitten by the mamba strike of one of the three strikes, but the other was still ok.

He used the confusion of the dog, which was looking at its dead head and whimpering, and Dorian plunged his saber in the other eye. The three-headed mini-boss began to shake the leftmost head wildly, but only the middle head was left.

"Morris, Alklair, triple charge!" Dorian called, and he brought his shield in time to block the teeth of the middle head. He positioned his saber in eye stabbing high just as Morris leapt down from the rightmost head. The golem changed the position of its short swords.

And they all struck together.

The dog gave out one, last, pained bark, then it fell. Its middle head split open, the brain showing. Dorian looked at the leftmost head, which was whining and breathing heavily. He sighed and took it out of its misery by slicing at the neck, the iron clad hide spell that had protected it not standing anymore, now that most of the dog had died.

Dorian turned to the vampire, who had looked disinterested the entire time. Norrix pointed at a shabby chest. Dorian went to him and punched him in the nose.

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