Chapter 481 Anya’s Request

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"What's wrong with you?"

A beauty is a beauty, but we are not familiar with each other. I will not look down upon her if she disturbs her sleep.

"My lord, please forgive me for disturbing you."

She wore her armor and bowed deeply to me. Really, didn't Chris tell her that I don't like being polite to others?

The little fox living nearby was also awakened by the sound. A fox ear poked out from the crack of the door and twitched towards us vigilantly.

"Let's get down to business. You came so late, you probably didn't just come to say thank you to me."

I sighed and turned around to let Anya in. Behind her, the little fox slipped in from the side door. Of course, she followed in with her head held high and her tail wagging, as if she reluctantly came in after my warm invitation. .

Let me explain in advance that I am a pure person, and the evil resentment of seeking a threesome has never entered my mind.

"I came here this time to beg Lord Fan to save Nila."

Anya had just sat down and before I had time to pour the tea, she said bluntly. She seemed to be a straightforward girl. I really don’t know how she fell in love with Chris’s fake smile. Could it be that he was the legendary one? Harmony of yin and yang?

"I believe him. He is not that kind of person, so please help me find him before other adventurers find him. I will definitely be able to persuade him to turn back." Facing our doubtful eyes, , Anya begged bitterly.

"Do you know where Niracek is?" I asked suddenly, staring at her.

Anya looked at me for a while, bit her teeth, and nodded firmly: "If you are willing to help me."

"Have you told Grandma Mara about this?"

"Not yet, oh~~ God! I don't know what to do, I really don't know what to do. I don't want to hide it from Grandma Mala, but if she knows about it, she will definitely be unfavorable to Nila. I believe Nila is not that kind of person. , don’t want him to die..."

Anya held her head in distress and was about to cry, burying herself deeply in the dim light. For her who had always lived in a simple world, she was completely at a loss when encountering such a dilemma.

"You saved my life. I shouldn't have asked you again, but after much thought, you are the only one who can help me now."

I hesitated in my heart, but I ignored that there was a little fox next to me who was worried about the world being in chaos. She just thought about it for a moment, then immediately clapped her chest and loudly declared, "Watch it for us."

By the way, can you remove the word "we"? I still want to sleep.

"You bad guy, are you so cruel to ignore such a touching friendship?" Seeing my lack of interest, the little fox immediately showed his cute claws.

For touching friendship? Only a ghost can believe it. I still don’t understand your little fox’s personality? Hum, I just want to join in the fun.

However, thinking about Linya's peace talks, they shouldn't end so soon. It doesn't matter if we go crazy with this little fox again. After all, we have to...

Ahem, besides, I am also quite interested in the mysteries that have not yet been solved in my heart.

"Okay, help people until the end." I clapped my hands and agreed.

In order not to let Mara's old fox notice, Anya came here late at night, naturally also to take advantage of the night. The little fox and I didn't have to prepare much. We put on clothes, thick cloaks and hats. Just following Anya, he quietly left the hotel through the back door.

The snowy mountains are already cold, let alone late at night. The strong wind blowing from the darkness is like a ferocious beast, trying to penetrate all the way into the clothes.

I took a few steps closer to the little fox, and a large cloak surrounded her. Anya in front also lowered the brim of her hat, hunched over, and the dim light stretched her figure. From behind, she looked like a wandering figure. A lonely mage in the dark.

The drifting snow blowing under the dim night light looked delicate and lonely. Stepping on the dark night snow on the bluestone slabs, the black shadows of the huge buildings around us pressed towards us. The twin bells on the central tower of the city occasionally sounded, making it even more... The silence makes people feel like they are wandering at night in the streets of ancient stone cities in Europe in the Middle Ages. It is simple, majestic, dark and vicissitudes of life.

The city of Harrogas at night is also a shocking sight.

Following Anya, we passed through uneven stone roads composed of wide stone slabs. Finally, the three of us stopped in front of a remote small stone house. There was no light at all in the window, but instead it seemed that a sinister wind was blowing from inside, like a Haunted house.

"This is Nila's home, but he has been living in the shop and has no friends. I'm afraid others have long forgotten its existence."

Anya stroked the rotten doorknob sadly, then pushed the heavy wooden door open with a creak. The figure disappeared into the thick ink-like house, and the little fox and I followed suit.

"Close the door."

Anya's voice came from the darkness, and a dim light suddenly lit up in the room, illuminating her position, and the vague outline of the furniture slowly emerged in the flickering light.

There is only a simple wooden table, a few wooden chairs, and a few cabinets inside. In addition to the wooden texture on these heavy furniture, they represent the traces of long-term use.

Although it is shabby, it is very clean inside. Seeing that Anya is so familiar with the layout of the house, she must have come often to help Nilasek clean it.

"From here, you can lead to the tribe's temple. Nila mentioned it to me when I was young. Now, maybe we are the only two who know this secret."

As if he could taste the vicissitudes and desolation of a powerful race that fell from prosperity to decline, Anya sighed with infinite emotion while squatting in a dark corner, magic light flashing on his hand. After a while, a secret door opened silently next to her.

"let's go."

She blew out the oil lamp, and the house fell into darkness again. We followed the secret door and ended up in a basement. The walls were lit by two weak lights that seemed to be about to go out, which drove away the darkness in our eyes, but inside There was nothing but a teleportation circle carved in the center.

This is probably the entrance to the tribal temple.

Linya activated the magic circle and was about to step on it, but I stopped her.

"Anya, you'd better not go."

"Why?" She took back her half-stepped foot and looked at me in shock.

"You have been frozen for three months, so you are still weak now. I heard that the temple is full of monsters, so you should be careful." I saw that Anya seemed unmoved and continued.

"Besides, if you disappear suddenly now, Grandma Mara will definitely notice it. If you want her not to notice, you have to be outside and stabilize her. We promise not to hurt Nilasek. "

Anya lowered her head and thought for a moment. Her thoughts were simple, she was just afraid that Niracek would be hurt. After hearing my last promise, she said nothing more, nodded silently, and took a few steps back.

"Waiting for our good news."

I smiled and waved to her. Perhaps she was infected by my confidence, and she smiled back gently. The knot on her brows loosened a little, which made me startled. I thought that she was indeed a better person to smile. girl.

Later, the little fox and I stepped into the teleportation array, and our figures disappeared in the white light. However, I always felt that I had forgotten something. Was it my imagination?

In Mara's backyard, a huge shadow silhouette with even undulations was curled up in a corner covered with straw mats. He was sleeping soundly when he suddenly sneezed loudly.

As soon as we came out of the teleportation array, there was a whistling sound in our ears. The next moment, the wind was more violent than a Category 12 hurricane and almost swept us directly into the air.

I quickly pulled the little fox and used my Overlord Body to firmly root my steps on the ground. The two of us huddled together in the dark and braved the violent wind and snow to reach a recessed sheltered corner in front of us, where we finally took a breath.

"What kind of exit is this? Do the people who protect the tribe want to kill people?" The little fox, who was almost swept away by the strong wind, got his little head out of my cloak and complained in dissatisfaction.

Looking outside the cave, the outside has been completely covered by the violent storm and snow. Only through the faint light coming from nowhere can we see the snowflakes dyed black by the night, and the thick black like ink.

However, we still noticed that the place where we landed turned out to be halfway up a cliff tens of thousands of feet high, on a huge protruding platform. No wonder the wind was so strong and the air currents at high altitudes were strong.

What if I had just been blown out by the wind and fell down this bottomless cliff... Thinking of this, I immediately broke out in a cold sweat and cried out that I was lucky.

It’s no wonder that Mara and the others couldn’t find the entrance to the temple. On this cliff-like mid-air platform that has neither the world nor the ground, only a goshawk can find it. Who would be able to jump off the cliff?

We stayed in this shelter until dawn. The heavy snow stopped, but the cold wind at high altitude was still strong. We got out of the hole and walked to the platform. After taking a few steps, the sharp-eyed little fox screamed in surprise.

Looking in the direction she pointed, on the snow-covered ground, dozens of rotting corpses of warriors were scattered on the several hundred square meters platform in front of them. Their bodies had already been frozen into ice cubes in the extreme cold.

Beyond the corpses of these warriors, opposite is the entrance to the temple, with several large characters newly engraved on it.

Temple of Niracek.

Even the name of the sacred tribal temple has been changed by him. Isn't this crazy? It seems that Anya's friendship may be in vain.

After sighing for a while, we walked towards the gate of the temple. Just halfway there, there was a strange sound of rattling nearby.

"careful."

I held the crystal sword in front of me, and the little fox instantly put two wrist blades in his hands, back to back, and scanned the surroundings with vigilant eyes.

"Bodies on the ground."

The little fox's subtle voice came from behind, and I nodded to indicate that I knew. Although I couldn't see my movements, I knew that the little fox would definitely be able to feel it. The effect of the spiritual contract is still quite powerful at such a close distance.

On the ground, dozens of frozen rotten bodies made a rattling sound. The ice covering them gradually cracked into a network, and then completely shattered with a pop. They also touched the side and grew alive. The rusty sword stood up unsteadily like a dying patient.

Crawling Corpse, an evolution of the Rotwalker.

After having the information about these monsters in our minds, we calmed down. The unknown is the scariest thing.

When it comes to beating up drowned dogs, the little fox and I are surprisingly in tune. I am afraid that only the protagonists in TV movies are so gentlemanly that they wait obediently for these walking zombies to stand up completely before fighting them.

While the crawling corpse was still on the ground and struggled to stand up, the two of us smiled knowingly and rushed out at the same time. The weapons in our hands slashed hard at the neck of the crawling corpse that was still struggling on the ground.

By the time the crawling corpses stood up completely, dragging their swords with both hands and hunched over and glaring at us, their companions had already been reduced by one-third.

To deal with these guys with the ability to regenerate, hacking and killing is obviously not the best way. Using summoned skeletons or corpse explosions to destroy their bodies is too wasteful.

As for the Paladin's sixth-level aura - redemption, I'm sorry, even if I have equipment with this skill, I definitely can't wear it. Equipment with a level 60 skill needs to be at least level 60.

However, there is another trick. Use freezing spells to freeze these dirty and rotten corpses, and then lightly knock them and smash them into countless pieces of frozen flesh. Even the Great Demon Lord Balai can , I'm afraid it won't be able to be resurrected.

I have a lot of freezing spells at my disposal, so it’s fun to knock them out. A ball of ice, and then hitting it with a sword, gives me the pleasure of destroying the art of ice sculptures.

The little fox on the other side is completely the opposite. She does not have freezing skills at this stage. The cold damage attached to the weapon cannot freeze the enemy. No, when she sees the corpse she just killed, she feels as if she believes in Brother Chun. He stood up unsteadily, the fox fur on his tail was furious.

But in the end, these rotten mummies could not pose a threat to us. We killed the last crawling corpse and gasped on its body for several times. Seeing that it no longer had the thought of Brother Xinchun, we swaggered towards it. The tribe...well, it should be called Nilasek Temple now, go inside.

Stepping into the gate of the temple, you are faced with another wave of monsters - more than a dozen crawling corpses. There is also a mini-boss named Grumpy Skin, whose attribute is flame enhancement.

In fact, I guess this Comrade Xiaobao is also quite depressed. How come he didn't win anything, but got such an attribute that makes him worried?

To be fair, flame enhancement is not weak. It allows the owner to deal fire damage in attacks. The body is almost immune to fire attacks and can hardly be frozen. The most terrifying thing is that monsters with flame enhancement attributes have a 50% chance of self-destruction after death.

This self-destruction is different from the corpse explosion of the Necromancer. The strong flame explosion is mixed with shrapnel-like broken flesh and bones. Even a full-blooded Paladin is not sure to resist it, especially the mini-boss-level flame-enhanced self-destruction. It was even more lifeless within a radius of ten meters.

But the bad thing is the most powerful trump card - the flame self-destructs, and the crawling corpse can be resurrected. The mini-boss crawling corpse has almost a 90% chance of being resurrected after death. Do you think it is better to resurrect it after it dies? Or is it better to blow yourself up?

Tough choice.

However, I finally made a choice for it. After the little fox killed it with a bow and arrow from a distance, I watched it slowly fall down with tangled eyes. It seemed that it was still hesitating whether to rebirth or self-destruct. I didn't give it a chance. It almost As soon as the corpse touches the ground, a skeleton is summoned.

With a snap, the violent-skinned body cracked open, and was replaced by an innocent, pale little skeleton, holding a small axe, and its loose skeleton climbed up from the ground.

Grumpy Skin is worthy of being a well-known mini-boss. He dropped a golden excellent giant stick. The damage is astonishingly high, but the attack speed is also very slow. This weapon is relatively unpopular. Only a few barbarians like to use it, and its attributes are not good. Great.

The little fox and I just took a quick look, then threw it into the inventory and entered the temple.

It was eerie and shocking inside. The swaying torches made the surrounding shadows sway, like black ferocious beasts. We were wary of the surroundings and slowly entered the temple hall.

"look."

I found something, took a torch from the wall, and illuminated the wall in front of me.

The ancient faded stone walls are covered with dark red words. These words are densely covered in every corner of the wall. It looks like a cursed place full of runes used to seal demons.

When the little fox and I carefully read the words above, we couldn't help but be shocked.

The words on it are all written with blood, finger by finger. You can even imagine the person who wrote them, holding their bleeding fingers tightly with no expression on their faces. They carved the scene on it with so much force that they... Tens of thousands of years have passed, and the walls have faded, but these bloody words are still very clear.

These are the records left by the ancestors of the guardian clan. They are like the most fanatical believers. Every word above is madly venting their loyalty, worship, and belief in the World Stone Temple.

In their souls, the World Stone Temple is this sky, this place, and the only reason for their existence. In front of the temple, family, relatives, wives and children are so insignificant that they can even be needed at any time. Dedicate your loved ones and your own heads to the temple.

When the little fox and I finished reading a paragraph, which seemed to contain the words of crazy belief that could never be separated, our bodies could not help but feel a chill. Even when we came to the hall where the great demon Baal was, we were not that scared.

In our eyes, these blood words seem to form pictures of tribal people with flashing fanatical eyes, shouting fanatically, instilling faith in the World Stone Temple in our ears.

There are words of blood in all directions, as if there are countless such faces, surrounding us, the whole world is spinning, leaving only these crazy faces, instilling their beliefs over and over again in the ears.

To outsiders, this may indeed be a cursed place.

"I can't watch any more."

I forced the little fox's face, which was still staring blankly at the bloody words, with a look of fear and distortion on its pretty face, to turn around, and took a deep breath.

I originally thought that it was just nonsense to condense my spirit and will into the words I wrote and let those who read it feel it, but now I see it is true.

These tribesmen are so crazy. Countless people have condensed their souls and wills in blood. Even the minds of us adventurers can be affected. If we were ordinary people, just one look at them would be brainwashed and become Go crazy.

After stabilizing our minds, the little fox and I were frightened for a while. We were even more frightened than when we had just appeared at the edge of the cliff and were almost swept away. We were blown down a cliff thousands of meters high by a hurricane. If we were lucky, we still had a chance of survival. But after being blown away by these The remaining literal consciousness was brainwashed, but his mind collapsed and he became a complete madman.

"There is just a hall here. There should be some other mechanism. Let's look for it." The little fox and I, like avoiding snakes and scorpions, did not dare to set our eyes on the wall anymore, and began to search in the hall.

After a while, the little fox, who was proficient in trap mechanisms, found the target, exclaimed, and activated the mechanism. A stone door opened in front of the hall with a heavy rumbling sound.

The Hall of Sorrow.

It’s another newly engraved name. It’s probably Nilasek’s handiwork. Does he have a hobby of naming? Then the two of us can communicate.

It is said to be the Hall of Sorrow, but in fact, there is a maze of passages connected below. The walls of these passages are also covered with blood letters. The little fox and I are curious, one person is always on guard and reminds us, and the other person Read and recite those bloody words that can make people crazy.

These blood words were left by the tribesmen after the invasion of the Lower Clan. At the beginning of the invasion, the tribesmen relied on their strong numbers and strength to steadily suppress the Hell Clan. The words on it record this period of history, There is a sense of pride everywhere.

This kind of pride is the pride of those who are proud to protect their faith with the blood and lives of themselves and their companions. It is a kind of pride that is twisted to the extreme.

In this supreme pride, the passing of each life was passed by in one stroke. From the perspective of bystanders, the little fox and I saw the reasons and processes of the tribe's gradual decline from prosperity.

Perhaps it is very appropriate for Nilasek to name this place the Hall of Sorrow. These words, which are full of pride, seem so ridiculous and sad to the remaining tribesmen who know the fate of their tribe!

We don’t have time to read all the words, and it’s simply impossible. There are densely packed blood words on the walls of the passages that extend from the front to all directions. I’m afraid that all the words from the beginning of the confrontation between the tribe and the hell tribe to the decline of the millennium. matter.

I am afraid that only those great scholars who are obsessed with history, and there are thousands of them, can record these written texts in their lifetime.

On the other hand, we also ushered in the monsters in the Hall of Sorrows, mainly those annoying crawling corpses. Their clothes were half hung with rotten flesh and stuck together with rotten flesh. They looked familiar. If you look closely, they looked familiar. Thinking about it, isn’t it the weird combination that Nilasek wears?

Could it be that these crawling corpses were...

I didn't think about it anymore, but I quickly eliminated batches of crawling corpses with the little fox, and walked through these dazzling aisles, looking for Nilasek's footprints.