The Righteous Player(s)

Such a clear sense of fear.

　　 That extremely strong, extremely cold shivering sensation wandered around, as if putting cold liquid into a blood vessel-it was cold from the inside out.

　　Idleness paralyzes the muscles of the whole body, while the sense of despair blocks thinking.

　　 You can tell at a glance, that is the deity of the skeleton.

　　 He just stood there and asked the players to use all their strength to reluctantly turn around——

　　 Longjing Tea's pupils shrank slightly.

　　 What greeted you was the skeleton of a giant that looked three meters high.

　　 But it is completely different from the "skinny bones" that the players saw when they first saw the skeleton.

　　 He is still wearing a white cashmere cloak, a pure white triple crown on his head, and a golden crying mask on his face. He still had heavy white metal boots on his feet, and he also wore thick white leather gloves reminiscent of bear paws on his hands.

　　At this moment, he opened his cloak to both sides.

　　 The withered bones that were originally like a dead soul, thin to the extent of a shadow, seeming to disappear at any moment, were put on a massive, unshakable armor like a rock.

　　 The crown on his head seems a bit old, and the mask on his face is the same, with a little more dull marks. And there are some scars on his carefully maintained pure white armor.

　　 It looked like a real Paladin.

　　 is not the lord of the undead who is a skeleton father.

　　 is the Paladin who died in a **** battle with the undead——

　　 is so ironic.

　　 "I recognize you..."

　　 The old and deep voice of Duke Skeleton rang from under the golden mask: "Annan's servant..."

　　 Maybe it was because the inside of the armor was empty, so there was a strange echo.

　　 Seeing that Duke Skeleton didn't seem to have the desire to attack them, Longjing Tea was relieved.

　　 A moment ago, he thought it was a wandering child who destroyed the ceremonial grounds of the skeletal father, so he directly parachuted over and began to take revenge and defend the high ground...

　　 "Don't worry. I saw it, you didn't destroy the peace of the deceased..."

As if he had read Longjing Tea's thoughts, Lord Skeleton glanced at him, and made a sigh-like sound.

　　 Longjing Tea did not touch the gaze of Lord Skeleton.

　　 Because the crying face mask did not leave enough holes to expose the eyes-it was not so much a mask, as it was a piece of metal that was burned on the face and fixed the expression like a clown.

　　 Seeing that the bones did not attack them immediately, the players immediately became energetic.

　　...So, this is a yellow-named NPC?

　　 As long as you don’t take the initiative to attack, you shouldn’t become an enemy, right?

　　 That's great...

　　 Longjing Tea was deeply relieved.

　　 He was in a panic just now, thinking he was going to be beaten by the skeleton...

　　Perhaps because this is actually a chocolate body, or simply because the skeleton does not have a strong sense of oppression on animals. The first one to wake up from the shock was Dove in the form of a serval.

　　 She walked up to the skeletal father and wrapped boldly around his legs.

　　 With the growth of chocolate, Dove is now a big cat with a height of more than half a meter-her size and the attribute increase from the body feedback is already enough to easily hunt humans.

　　 It can be said that three fighters of the same rank may not be able to defeat this cat.

　　 But in front of the skeletal father who is twice the height of the Yaselan, Dove looked like an ordinary pet cat.

　　 Duke Skeleton glanced at her, but didn't kick her away. Instead, he looked deeply at the wandering child.

　　 "Elves..."

　　 He whispered in a little nostalgic voice: "I haven't seen it in a long time. The circle of the elves."

　　 "...Have you seen this thing?"

　　 is the homeless child himself. He asked nervously: "This is... the inheritance I got from the ruins of the elves."

　　 "Naturally I have seen it. In my time, the circle is glory."

　　 The bones are still speaking in short sentences.

　　 is not because he cannot speak more coherently.

　　 But he really doesn't talk too much... When it comes to "modern" grammar, he has to think about how to say it.

　　 "The elves worship the circle. Because elves are the people of snakes."

　　 The skeleton replied calmly: "The will of the snake is in all circles."

　　 I saw him raise his hand and make a casual move.

　　 There is no manifestation of curse lines, or even curse waves. The steps on the ground automatically melted again-like going back in time, reverting back to a doorless wall.

　　 The only difference is that the scattered dust did not gather again.

　　 Duke Skeleton did not continue to explain the elf's problem, but turned around.

"follow me."

　　 He said.

　　 The voice fell, and he no longer hesitated.

　　 He moved toward a deeper, darker and darker place. Dove followed the bone father for the first time-the cat body shining with broken light, lightly following the giant, illuminating the road for others.

　　 His heavy metal boots, when they step on the dust, there shouldn’t be the kind of crunch that comes when stepping on snow. In other words... Judging from the skeleton's three-meter-high body shape, I am afraid that there should only be the sound of a huge iron roaring to the ground.

　　 He should bring a heavy and irreversible sense of oppression like a road roller.

　　 But...

　　 Longjing Tea took a deep look at the skeletal father.

　　 Is this extremely soft sound that he doesn't want to destroy the ground here?

　　 It’s still because there is only a bunch of bones inside this heavy armor...

　　 He moved in his heart, stepped forward and asked boldly: "Duke Skeleton...Do you need us to clean up the dust here?"

　　 "No need."

　　 Mr. Skeleton made the low, echoing old voice without turning back: "The dust returns to the dust, the soil returns to the earth..."

　　 It was a sound like a sigh.

　　 The players walked along with the huge paladin one storey high.

　　 The light shining from Serval's body was refracted on the metal armor, emitting a dazzling glow. But the light was still too little and too dim—so that the shadow cast on the larger body area of ​​the skeleton appeared darker than the darkness.

　　 People walked in silence.

　　 through one tomb after another that is equally silent.

　　 It is clear that there are no undead here, but Longjing Tea still feels chills in his back.

　　 That is the feeling of vicissitudes that you can't feel when visiting the historical sites of the past.

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　　 Longjing tea quickly captured that feeling~www.readwn.com~ The historical cities he visited were much older than the Duchy of Funeral Songs... But they were far less terrifying than these tombs. Because on the edge of the "old city", you can always see the "not so ancient" surrounding buildings.

　　 It is the fear of glimpsing into the crevices of history-like falling from the crevices of the world to a deeper place.

　　 The funeral song here is not so much an ancient city, but rather an ancient tomb.

　　 One by one, small buildings like garages are in groups, lying quietly under the city. That may be based on family genealogy, or based on marriage or partnership...

Looking at these tombs, Longjing Tea was in a daze, seeming to see the giants of the Principality of Funeral Songs in the past. It was extremely calm-perhaps even laughing and deciding where to be buried after death and who to be next to. .

　　 Then they entered the covered tomb in an orderly manner, took the poison and waited for others to seal their "lid".

　　...But.

　　 Logically speaking... shouldn't these corpses all be pulled into the bones of the father?

"This is my hometown."

　　 Suddenly, without warning.

　　 Skeleton spoke openly.

　　 "This is the place where I was born and died. It is also the place where I die and be reborn."

　　 Like every old man who misses his hometown and misses his old fate, he tells the story of the past to young people who are not familiar with him.