Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 517 A Different Soul

"A promenade full of statues?" Thorne became interested. He thought that the purpose of this trip might have something to do with it.

So he asked again: "Is this promenade a building that existed in your town before the disaster happened, or did it come into existence after the town was sealed?"

Enter the White Bone Castle through the Wild Skull Mountains, and finally come here by the teleportation circle on the altar.This series of experiences made him understand that the space he was in at this time was indeed torn open a crack leading to the Shadowfall Underworld, and this crack has remained unsealed until now.

This also means that there will be a steady stream of undead armies pouring into this special space from the cracks all the time, and eventually the undead creatures will fill every corner of the space.

However, what surprised Thorne was that in the face of so many undead, the town has been able to survive until now. Except for the traces left by the erosion of time and negative energy, it has hardly suffered any damage from the undead army.

It can be seen from this that there are definitely guardians protecting the place from the undead creatures from the negative energy plane near the town.

From the words of Zombie Fanger, he knew that besides the patrolling death knights in the town, the promenade outside the town also had undead with similar responsibilities as death knights.

Immediately afterwards, another question arose that confused Thorne very much.

So what is their purpose of protecting this town?
Thorne looked at the zombie sitting across from him, quietly waiting for his answer.

He had a hunch that perhaps this zombie named Fanger could know many secrets about the seers.

"To put it mildly, it's called the Promenade, because I originally gave it the name. Among all the undead in the whole town, I am the only one who knows it. Of course, even if I tell them, these things look silly and still Undead souls without self-awareness will not be able to remember, nor will they sit here and talk to you like me. This shows how lucky it is for your daring adventure team to meet me in advance. thing."

Noticing that Ranger was looking at him expectantly, and pretending to be listening carefully, Vanger regained his calm and stiff look, and said in an unhurried tone:
"Actually, it's not a promenade. The reason why it's called this is mainly because the road leading to the altar is full of motionless statues on both sides, so it looks like a promenade leading to the road of glory.

If this space is compared to a small game or an instance, believe me, the depth of the corridor is definitely the most suitable place to arrange big bosses.So if you want to clear the level, you must prepare in advance to face the existence of the altar terror, but I regret to tell you that I don’t sell dungeon strategies here..."

Thorne has long been used to the nagging of zombies, and he didn't mean to interrupt the other party's words rudely.

When he saw that the other party finally stopped talking, but looked at him with a smile, in order to prevent the nagging zombie from speaking again, he immediately grabbed the right to speak and asked, "You said that in the depths of the corridor is Odyssey, the undead lord?" altar, does that mean you've been there already?"

"You have a lot of questions, Thorne, but I like it. After all, before I was alive, I liked to give directions to those who lost their way, especially those beautiful young ladies."

Zombie Fanger muttered in a low voice, and continued: "Didn't you find anything when you asked this question?"

"What did you find?" Thorne was a little confused when asked.

"I'm a zombie, a zombie that looks ordinary but is extremely smart." Zombie Vanger turned his black top hat, pointed at himself, and answered the ranger's question proudly. .

"Uh...does it have anything to do with whether you have been to the altar?" Thorn looked at Vanger with his head up and chest out, a little speechless. He was as proud as a big rooster who had obtained the right to mate.

Unable to bear it any longer, he turned his head away, and then subconsciously guessed: "Or, the corridor leading to the altar prohibits zombies from entering?"

"Of course not. Sigh... You are quite smart, why can't you even guess such a simple question." Fanger showed Thorne a look of "Why are you so stupid", seeing his calm Embarrassment flashed across his expression, and he nodded secretly, and asked the puzzled ranger again:
"Let me ask you again, if an ordinary zombie suddenly broke into the altar of the undead lord Otis and used your rich imagination, what do you think will happen?"

"Torn apart by the believers of Oros." Thorn blurted out, but the expression on his face was very unconfident, obviously he couldn't judge the peculiar brain circuit of the zombie at all.

"That's right!" Fanger's response surprised the ranger on the opposite side.

The zombie continued: "If a weak zombie breaks into the altar beyond its limits, how can it sit here and talk to you well? Unless this zombie is a walking dead, even if it encounters an abyss demon, it dares to wave it With its rotten claws, it rushed up roaring and roaring.

Obviously, I am not that kind of zombie, and the violent abyssal demon has no chance to tear me apart.Like you just said, I don't seem to be a zombie, even though I look so much like a zombie..."

"Okay, I understand." Thorn nodded calmly, and continued to confirm his thoughts to the zombies: "So, the so-called 'corridor' you mentioned should be the result of a mutation in the town. ,Right?"

"That's right." The zombie answered cleanly this time.

"Then do you know who made these statues?" Thorne continued to ask.

First of all, one thing that can be ruled out is that this is definitely not the work of the undead lord Odyssey, because the role of the statue is likely to block the army of the dead from the negative energy plane.

Thinking of this, Thorne has already guessed who made it, but he still wants to confirm it to the other party, so that he can learn about the past of Shuguang Town.

In any case, it was an indisputable fact that the founders of Dawn Town had the same identities as themselves.Only a clear understanding of their past will be of great help to the next process.

"Who else can it be? I don't need to guess." The calm zombie Vanger was taken aback when Thorne asked the question, and then showed a look of gnashing his teeth, which seemed to Thorne What a bloody hatred.

It turns out that his guess was right.

"It must be that stinky and shameless Winster. I tried my best to help him at the beginning, but in the end, look what I got in exchange? What I got in exchange was a stinky skin like a walking dead.

Even transforming me into a death knight is better than this broken zombie, so that I can ride a tall skeleton warhorse, patrol around the town, even control the undead, and form an army of undead that is exclusively my own.

Not only that, I also lost everything: rights, wealth, land, women... All of this was caused by Winster, a bastard. It was in vain that I helped him build the wizard tower.To know him is to blind me..."

As the serious Zombie Vanger spoke, his bluish-white face became more ferocious, and the sound of sandpaper rubbing was like a hoarse and exhausted roar, echoing non-stop in the spacious room.

Thorne listened to Fanger's indiscriminate insults to Winster, while recalling his experience of exploring the underground space of Twin Towers Town in his mind.

From the vicious words of the zombies, he knew that the reason why Dawn Town became what it is now was caused by Winster.

But when he was exploring the underground space of Twin Towers Town, he was fortunate enough to witness Winster's message in the 'Tower of the Dead'.

From the message full of despair, it can be seen that all this does not seem to be caused by him, and it is very likely that it came from the first female spellcaster who negotiated with the dark existence.

This made him faintly realize that Dawn Town became what it is today precisely because of this caster who devoted himself to the existence of darkness to save the town.

Unfortunately, it ended in failure in the end, and the entire Shuguang Town also paid an extremely heavy price.

Because Winster's message clearly mentioned that she failed and threatened that she would come back, which also confirmed Vanger's guess.

The reason why these undead living in Dawn Town can survive to this day is very likely to come from Winster's shelter.

As for why he spent so much time protecting them, maybe it was to make up for mistakes, or for other purposes...

Whatever the reason, Thorne believed that the whole thing would be revealed as they went deeper.

"Thorn, are you listening to me? Why are you sitting there in a daze?" Fanger, whose anger had gradually subsided, couldn't help asking when he saw his loyal audience suddenly go blank.

"It's nothing." Thorne shook his head slightly after regaining his senses, and asked curiously: "So, the lord of Dawn Town is not... Winster, so who is it?"

"Do you know what the worst thing in the world is?" Vanger, whose expression returned to normal, asked instead of Thorne's question.

"I don't know." Thorne shook his head directly.

He knew very well that the scope of the question was too broad, and even if he thought seriously to answer the zombie's question, it would be futile.

After all, a zombie and a living person, the generation gap between the two is too big.

What's more, sitting opposite him was a strange zombie with a very strange brain circuit.

So he wisely showed a look of being unable to answer, waiting for the other party's next words.

"The worst thing is to let a paladin be the lord and let the wizard manage the territory. There is nothing worse than this." Fanger's dark blue face looked a little scary in the dim candlelight, and he tried his best to suppress the ups and downs mood, confided to the ranger opposite:
"Do you know what a paladin is? You must know, because you have a paladin in your team, but let a paladin run a small town, and you will never guess what will happen. There is nothing worse than this matter."

"Sounds very interesting, please continue, Mr. Vanger." Thorne listened with interest.

Regarding the past of Shuguang Town, he already knew almost everything, and he was even ready to leave.

But seeing the zombies complaining so vividly about the two former managers of the town made him wonder what interesting things happened in the former Shuguang Town.

"The stupid paladin thinks he has an advanced civilization, and tries to use this unrealistic system to manage this small town and build a world that he can only dream of when he sleeps during the day. The result can be imagined, step boasting It was too big, and it made the whole town a mess.

What's worse is Winster's extreme point of view: This shameless guy believes that civilians are just clusters of leeks waiting to be cut. When you want it, you can pick up a sickle and harvest it casually. the fastest way.

He also said that this is a world of mighty power. In the face of absolute power, it is impossible for these leeks to stand up. Their mission is to wait to be cut.Cutting the leeks is also very particular, because the superiors can always think of many ways to make the leeks be cut willingly... In short, the combination of these two extreme people has become what Dawn Town is today..."

I don't know how long it took, seeing that Mr. Zombie never stopped, Thorne, who had been here for a long time, finally couldn't help interrupting him, and chose to stand up and say goodbye.

"Mr. Vanger, as I said, you are not a zombie. Believe me, you will definitely see the light one day."

"Thorn, why do you speak so confidently?" The zombie looked at the smiling ranger with a complicated expression.

"Because our souls are different."

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A space filled with negative energy, dark and silent.

"Da da da……"

The sound of hoofbeats echoed in the darkness.

In the distance, a burly skeleton warrior rode a skeleton warhorse galloping in the darkness.

The dark clouds are accompanied by the Skeleton Warlord, and inside are a group of crying ghosts and ghosts.

"stop!"

After an unknown amount of time, the Skeleton Warlord pulled back his horse, hovered near the two rows of tall stone statues, and slowed down.

However, as the skeleton war was getting closer and closer, the two huge stone statues at the front of the corridor suddenly trembled slightly, as if they were about to wake up.

The skeleton warrior stopped immediately, staring deeply at the two stone statues with the scarlet soul fire in his eyes, and growled, "How dare you let living people in!"

The silent stone statue remained motionless.

"I am a follower of the undead king Otis, the true ruler of this world!"

"Please answer me!"

After a moment of silence, the torch held by one of the stone statues suddenly lit up, and a ray of dawn rose in the darkness.

I saw it turning its majestic and deep eyes, staring at the skeleton warrior, and making a cold voice: "Get lost!"

"We are the knights of Dawn Town, and we are ordered to protect this world. It doesn't matter which god you believe in. Except for the living, dead things are not allowed to enter this place!"

After the stone statue of the knight finished speaking, it ignored the angry skeleton warrior and returned to dead silence again.

The Skeleton Warlord sat on the skeleton warhorse, struggled for a while, and finally left under the wind.

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(End of this chapter)