It was a copper metal door, guarded by magic.

If you want to break it open with violence, you may need to use a very powerful spell, and by then the underground cave may collapse.

Griphook opened the vault door with the key, then put the key back into his pocket and made a gesture of invitation to Cyrus.

Cyrus went in and found the vault empty.

"Is there really nothing?" He knew that the small vault in front of him was just a cover-up, but he thought that at least the four guardians of ancient magic would put some other less important treasures here.

But soon, he realized that it was not that they did not store the treasures, but that the treasures here had been taken away by others.

Because there were black marks on the ground and walls here, even though it had been more than a hundred years, Cyrus could still recognize that they were traces of blood.

By the way, Lanlock came in.

Cyrus thought.

Using the blood of living people to depict traces of ancient magic was a method that Lanlock himself recorded in the manuscript. In this world without the protagonist of "Legacy", he still found a way to enter the vault.

But Cyrus also knew that at least the guardian would not allow him to obtain the ancient magic.

"Sir, I'll wait for you outside."

Griphook said, and tried to back out, but Cyrus stopped him.

"Why bother, Mr. Griphook?" Cyrus did not look back at him, but stared at the blood-stained but blackened wall.

"Sir, I don't understand what you mean?"

"Don't understand? I guess you goblins have already boarded all the carts that can reach this vault, and are planning to rush in in one fell swoop, right?" Cyrus said softly.

The goblins seemed of little concern to him.

He drew out his wand, no longer needing to disguise himself, and simply changed back to his original appearance.

"You are, Tom Riddle?" Griphook's pupils contracted.

"I'll give you a chance." Cyrus swept his wand across the air, and a bright blue light spread out like mist. Griphook subconsciously wanted to dodge, but the light did not cause any harm.

On the contrary, under this magic, the black wall disappeared, and a new, vast dark space appeared in front of Pull the Ring.

"This is……"

His eyes widened. He never dreamed that there was another secret library within the secret library.

"This is an arena." Cyrus put his hands behind his back and looked down at Griphook. His eyes were burning, but they looked very cold.

In fact, the huge black space behind him is still not the place where ancient magic is stored. If he wants to meet the four founders, he still needs to go through some tests.

Cyrus didn't want to cause too much trouble, so he decided to solve the test and the fairy together!

Griphook seemed to be still in shock and fear of Cyrus at this moment, so much so that he didn't even dare to move, but Cyrus still walked into the dark space with confidence.

It was very vast here, and he could not see anything when he looked up, but he guessed that there was at least a ceiling, because the space was filled with round stone pillars that were wider than a human body.

Cyrus walked in the darkness. In the boundless darkness, only he saw the white light. The light rose from the ground and took shape like the mist blown around by the wind.

He came to the center of the light—

"The true form is revealed!"

The light immediately spread out in all directions, but the cave did not become brighter.

In fact, the only thing that had changed was the ground beneath Cyrus's feet. It had originally been gray rock, but now it had turned into something like frozen ice.

Beneath the black ice, rows of half-kneeling stone statues of knights sleep quietly.

This is another difference from the game. In the game, there are only a few stone statues under the ice, but here there are at least dozens of stone statues. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is an army.

Cyrus stood in the center of the darkness, looking at the short and lonely Griphook with contempt. Then he simply closed his eyes and didn't take Griphook seriously at all.

Griphook was very nervous at the moment. Cyrus had caused several big incidents that showed his strength. Especially not long ago, he killed a dragon alone on the coast of the Scottish Highlands! You know, it may take several well-trained dragon trainers to subdue a dragon, and they don't defeat it head-on. They usually use eye disease spells to attack the dragon's eyes. As for spells, most of them can't penetrate the dragon's skin.

It would be easy to kill such a powerful wizard.

But he was not in despair now, at least this "Tom Riddle" was too arrogant.

Griphook could not see the changes under Cyrus's feet, nor could he see the neatly arranged stone knights under the ice. He just thought that Cyrus was going to fight all the goblins alone. In his opinion, this move was not only stupid, but also a way to seek death! No matter how weak the goblins were, they were strong enough to start a war with wizards.

In the past hundred years, the goblins have also remade a lot of treasures. A fully armed goblin army, even the British Ministry of Magic has to send out all the Aurors to fight! Want to fight them alone? Do you think you are Dumbledore, or do you think you are the mysterious man? Ridiculous!

A cruel smile appeared on Griphook's face.

As soon as Bodrick arrives with his army of goblins, "Tom Riddle" will be dead for sure!

Griphook waited anxiously, and after an unknown amount of time, a distant rumbling sound came from outside the vault. He became excited, for it was the sound of iron wheels on metal tracks.

His reinforcements arrived.

Bodrick was a courageous leader. He was wearing armor and rushed directly into the door of the vault. He looked very aggressive. Although he was not tall, his ghostly face could indeed bring fear to people.

Cyrus opened his eyes and saw Griphook quickly shrinking behind Bodrick, whispering something. The sound of the cart outside the door had not stopped yet, and goblins poured in one after another.

Their skin was yellow-green, and to Cyrus, they looked like a swarm of greedy locusts that had no sense of restraint! "So, you are Tom Riddle!" Bodrick took a step forward arrogantly, speaking in a contemptuous tone, "You are the one who killed my brothers Doklo and Adora!"

Cyrus frowned:

"Call me Cyrus, Mr. Goblin. I don't like that name."

"I don't care what your name is, because you will die here. Do you expect me to build a tombstone for you?" Bodrick sneered.

"Get started!"

(End of this chapter)