Chapter 194 Throw three in and combine them into one (3.8K)

Lind left Star Dragon City on his Disaster Steed, with Reed only by his side. He also took the [Banshee Horn] with him. The reminder to the inside of Star Dragon City was that the limited-time free trial had ended and the game copy was closed.

It doesn't matter whether he is dissatisfied or not, he needs a horn that can directly weaken the enemy's strength.

The Snake Catcher Fortress ignited the interest of the undead. When they heard that there were 10 imprisoned BOSSes, they were not afraid at all, but excited.

Some people have even considered using props and traps to kill the boss in blind spots. The fun of the game is not only in defeating the enemy head-on, but also in destroying the enemy in an unorthodox way. The fun of the latter is sometimes even stronger.

Stop by the roadside and set up camp to rest.

Reed took the initiative to take out the star grass to feed the disaster horse. Because it had been following Lind for a long time, the disaster horse grew stronger than ordinary horses. When Lind had no time to deal with it, he would casually throw some fragments of the heart of disaster into the horse's mouth, which turned into strength to strengthen its body.

The most obvious thing is that the teeth in the horse's mouth have become sharp, with dagger-like teeth interlaced.

Reed was also very alert when feeding the horse, fearing that his arm would be bitten off accidentally. His thin arms really couldn't withstand a bite.

This place is not too far from the Soul Valley. When the footsteps of the undead cover this place, it means that there will soon be no trace of the disaster here.

"Those ghosts" Reed couldn't bear it after all. He tentatively patted the Calamity Horse that Lind rode, and found that the horse seemed to be impatient for a moment. He immediately retracted his hand: "My lord, do we really have a way to deal with those ghosts?"

Lind was staring at the bonfire that Reed had just built, in a daze.

He was wondering if it would be better to stick a spiral sword on it; or put a grill on it and have a few cats in clothes grilling meat nearby.

There was black smoke billowing, but the fire was not strong.

Fanning the flames to make them burn bigger, Lind answered Reed's question casually, "Don't worry, I learned how to deal with them from Morena and Domei. They are not untouchable."

Pure physical attacks can't touch it, but with a little magic, it's no problem.

Enchanted sword oil is also under development. Although the technology is not mature yet, it is not difficult to allow melee weapons to produce similar effects to magicians.

Moreover, Lind has the [Banshee Horn]. According to Selina the Pigeon Girl, Lind can just swing the horn and smash them. And maybe he can enslave those ghosts directly into the horn, just like when he captured her in the first place.

The area where they were camping was open at this time, and the wide field of vision ensured that even if there was a disaster or other sudden attack, they could still react in time.

"Tell me more about your experience in the Deep Valley of the Soul."

"Yes," Reid recounted his terrifying experience as clearly as possible.

What awaits Lind ahead may be special weapons or a very tough ghost BOSS. The former can enhance Lind's strength, and the latter can allow Lind to harvest unexpected materials. Everything is a resource.

"They were attracted by the sound from the stone door," Reed said his guess.

"It means they are following some orders, or they have strict rules of conduct," Lind said. "If it's the former, we might be waiting for a wizard who controls the undead. If it's the latter, it might be some ancient magic circle."

Ever since coming into contact with Domei, the thing Linde hears most often is "ancient magic". His ideas are similar to those of the Master of Secret Patterns in "The Ancient Legends of the Twins·Volume Three". The times have been developing, and there has been no gap in knowledge before the magic ring was broken. Why are ancient things still better?

Or is it that the so-called ancient magic is simply another civilization?
Duomei was unable to give him a clear answer. Even when Lind raised these questions, the other party had already extended hundreds or thousands of guesses based on this point.

"Where's the ghost costume?"

“It’s very messy.”

The two chatted about Soul Valley, but soon they talked about the Snake Catcher's Fortress, and then talked about the court painter Boyd. What else can men talk about? National affairs? The future of the territory? You have to talk about it, but you can't talk about it all the time. How can a man with strong blood and vigor resist talking about things that he likes to hear and hear?

They had a simple meal. Both of them had big appetites. In order to travel light, they only brought a small amount of food and water. The rest were bottles and jars of magic potions. Drinking the potions could also replenish their physical strength, but their stomachs would rumble.

It was a clear night sky. Looking up at the sky, it seemed as if the sudden heavy rain a few days ago had washed the sky carefully. It was hard to believe that the battlefield where countless corpses fell that day was in the same area and under the same night sky as this peaceful moment.

In March, the night breeze is very cool.

The broken moonlight fell again, and if you looked closely you could even see the stars lurking in the corners.

After entering the Soul Valley, the two of them unconsciously stopped chatting, and the only sound was the sound of horse hooves on the ground.

The air is chilly.

The visual range of both eyes is very close. At this moment, Linde suddenly missed Duomei. If he brought the old guy over, at least he would have an extra human flashlight.

They tried to light torches, but the cold air seemed very sensitive to flames.

It is possible to light a fire with supernatural powers, but it would waste and sacrifice too much energy. It is completely unnecessary to waste energy in this way just to hurry on.

There was no problem traveling in the dark, as Lind's hearing was very sensitive, especially when the visual range of his eyes was limited, his attention became more focused and he could hear more.

Entering the Weeping Town, passing through the crooked and dilapidated houses that were worse than post-war ruins, and walking forward on the slope mixed with mud and loneliness.

The road after passing through the town is very difficult to walk on. Stone thorns growing wildly like thorns are scattered all over every corner where one can step. The Thousand Layer Rocks on both sides, however, look like neatly arranged red brick walls, flat and smooth.

Entering this place is like falling into a deep pit that can penetrate a person, and the smooth walls all around make it impossible to escape.

They advanced in the dark for several hours, even using the Star Grass to illuminate the way. Unexpectedly, the weeds suddenly acted as a "carrot", attracting the Calamity Horses to chase them quickly.

Seeing in the dark was a little difficult for the two, but the Disaster Horse had no such confusion at all and charged forward without being affected at all.

As we go deeper, the temperature drops rapidly.

Something disturbing was announcing its presence in an unpleasant way. Lind quickly took off the secret crossbow from his waist, and shot an arrow infused with the power of fire, which successfully hit the stone wall dozens of steps away.

Flames erupted from the depths of darkness, and the flames dispelled the darkness and coldness, bringing with them flying debris from the explosion.

The arrow stuck in the stone wall continued to emit light comparable to that of a torch in an unreasonable manner. This was the result of Lind's massive infusion of power.

A stone door was quietly embedded in the stone wall, and there were stone steps leading down from the open door. This was a tomb, and the style of the tomb was very much like that of a noble lord. Linde had visited his grandfather's tomb, and there was even an elderly gravekeeper there.

It is said that it will be filled with jewels, various funerary objects, and of course, gold.

The Rand Kingdom loves gold the most. I heard that the ancestors of the Alman family all used golden coffins, which was quite luxurious.

"Woo woo" a sound like crying and sobbing suddenly came from the wind.

Lind also felt that something was targeting his body.

curse!

He had felt it before on the choir of the heroic Archbishop Kazhan, but this level of curse was insignificant, and only gave him goose bumps and a little nausea.

"Sir!" Reed's reaction was even slower. He was just an ordinary knight.

Reed was mumbling to himself, gathering his strength.

However, Lind never needed to "cast the bar". He jumped out from the Calamity Horse, and his palm burst into flames, illuminating everything in front of him with terrifying heat. It was a ghost floating in the air, missing a leg, without a chin, and a fat and blistered tongue that stretched out like an octopus tentacle. The fingers on both hands were very long, and the fingertips and nails were completely integrated into an extended steel needle.

When Lind moved, it also whistled towards him, and its long, steel needle-like fingers went straight to Lind's head. Lind had already taken off the Banshee Horn in his right hand. The horn-shaped horn in his hand was like a short-handled hammer, emitting purple light.

The ghost rushed over dragging his broken body, and faced Lind's body flying over with the hammer in his hand. The horn hit him on the head, and the ghost's body trembled violently, but it seemed that he did not expect the horn to have such a terrifying power, and his soul body began to tremble.

Lind stretched out his left hand tentatively, but unfortunately he failed to catch the ghost's body, so he had to use the horn in his right hand to hit it again, smashing its body apart.

"Sir, are you okay?" Reed, who had finally completed accumulating strength, jumped off the horse, holding the flaming sword in his hand.

"It's just ugly to me" Lind shook his head.

Ghosts are indeed difficult to deal with when you can't touch them, but once you have the means to deal with them, the ghosts' strength is estimated to be less than level 10.

"Let's go, remember to be careful." Linde took the lead and entered the stone gate.

"Yes!"

Entering the tomb and going down, Lind became more and more certain that this must be the tomb of a noble from the Kingdom of Rand. Various gold products were piled on the ground, and he even saw a large number of Rand gold coins.

Nowadays, due to the increasing number of undead people in Star Dragon City, the demand for gold coins is getting bigger and bigger. Lind really needs more Rand gold coins. Otherwise, he would have to pay points just to have a drink in the tavern, which makes the points seem too omnipotent.

As we all know, there are several ways for a game to make money. Raffles and box openings are essential. Linde cannot modify numerical values, and he cannot pay with point cards either.

But he can increase the types of currency, forcing the undead to use another currency to obtain certain materials.

As they went deeper and deeper, the surrounding walls seemed to have the ability to swallow up sounds, swallowing up the sound of their footsteps. If they could not hear each other's breathing, they would probably think that each other was deaf.

The humming sound was heard again, and this time it was Reed who rushed forward first, ignited the sword with "Clory's Fury", and then used the magic sword oil to ensure that the ghost could be hurt.

The ghost that was rushing towards him was swept away by Reed's upward sword. The blade turned again and pierced straight into the ghost's body. The blade twisted and turned, and the ghost exploded.

The number of ghosts encountered is increasing. They wander around unconsciously inside, but when they discover the presence of living people, they will immediately rush forward.

Reed gradually began to feel exhausted, and after his flaming sword burned several times, it could only produce a glimmer of red light.

Lind took over and led the way. The ghosts were completely unable to stop Lind's steps. The heavy breathing and the whistling wind collided in the narrow passage of the tomb. Reed, standing in the back, once again watched the lord's wild fighting style with bursts of flames.

The broken sword could not be swung here, but Linde holding the horn was still frightening. Those troublesome ghosts were like moths to a flame, rushing towards him with a scream, and then exploding.

Lind jumped and weaved among the ghosts with ease, bringing an almost brutal rush and heat to the bitingly cold catacombs.

"Shh!" Lind raised his finger.

Reed, who had just caught up, saw the lord's signal and subconsciously lowered his voice. When he got close to Lind, his eyelids twitched.

There is a huge open space in front, which does not look like the main tomb chamber, but rather like an arena built in the tomb.

There were flickering blue flames all around, as if there were twisted, struggling human faces in every flame.

There were probably hundreds of gray ghosts floating together.

Their deaths were all different. Unlike when they pounced on the two men, they were arranged in orderly groups.

Among them were a group of ghosts wearing armor, who seemed to be of higher status, and were guarding the surroundings.

The aura on his body probably touched the edge of the great knight.

The two men tried to keep their bodies as low as possible, but the ghosts probably didn't react to the sound. Lind's fighting style had nothing to do with silence.

"Is there really something? What are they doing?"

"Look there," Lind pointed to a corner ahead.

The ghosts lined up and approached a well. They should still retain some memories of their previous lives, or at least have the instinct to survive. They jumped into the well reluctantly under the gaze of the sword-wielding ghost.

One ghost, two ghosts, three ghosts... Then, a brand new ghost came out, and it was wearing armor.

"Are they reborn?"

"It should be a fusion of souls," Lind whispered his guess.

Throw three of them in and combine them into one, and the sense of déjà vu is quite strong.

(End of this chapter)