Something's wrong with my undead

Chapter 214 It has to be me

Even late at night, there are still many lights on in the busiest street market in the Splittoe clan territory.

Some are preparing for the coming day, while others are operating all night.

One of the leather armor shops also rarely closed.

There is a sign carved on the bone plate at the door, which is in the orc language, and there is a line of explanation in common language below:

"Things that even the wind and sand cannot bury"

Teacher Xia couldn't walk when she saw this sign.

He remembered some "urban legends" on the forum.

It is said that there is a set of "Cage" series of leather armor scattered throughout the Zanluo Plateau, but no player has ever collected them together.

Its master was a soul priest when he was young, but later found that throwing daggers was more interesting than throwing staffs, so he changed his career to a rogue.

Later, in pursuit of immortality, he sewed his soul onto his leather armor.

He was trying to really "cheat death" in this way.

——In the context of the Zanluo people, the God of Death and the God of Hades are the same thing.

As you can imagine, this move offended the petty god of the underworld, Thanatos.

So Hades went out to fight and tore the guy's leather armor into pieces.

This sounds like a short story to teach soul priests not to reroll (change professions) casually, but as the players continued to dig, they actually found some clues about the suit.

For example, this leather armor shop, nicknamed "Can't Bury", hides a magical piece of leather.

In the game, whenever you come to the old shop owner to ask for a price, you will be answered with a prop that is not available in the current version.

When the next version comes and I actually bring something, I will be told that the conditions have changed again.

Someone tried to obtain it by illegal means, but was either stopped by the guards in advance, or stepped on a trap on the floor to cause a commotion, and was then taken away by Ursa.

Even after all the hard work, I finally got the pieces of leather, but when I returned, I found that they were just ordinary materials.

However, taking Velitas can fetch a high price...

So it became an urban legend.

For Teacher Xia this time, he thought this matter was quite promising.

Didn't Heine see enough weird things under the Eyes of the Dead?

No matter what element or spirit ember, they are all things that only he can see and talk about clearly.

This is much more powerful than the people in Velitas.

Therefore, Teacher Xia planned to take this thing back, maybe Heine would be able to discover something.

Then, you can help him gather leather armor.

That is "legendary equipment"!

In comparison, even Dragon Tooth Dagger is a younger brother!

So, he quietly slipped in with level six stealth.

The layout of this store is exactly the same as it was three years ago, even the old man napping in front of the table is exactly the same.

Teacher Xia saw the piece of leather placed in the glass bottle at a glance.

It looks like reddish-brown bark, lying quietly in the bottle.

He was less than five meters away from that thing, as if within reach.

But he knew there was no rush.

A small leather armor shop is full of traps.

Like a nimble flea, he skimmed across the floor tiles of different colors.

As a repeat offender, he knows how troublesome these "traps" can be.

After tossing and turning, he finally put his hand on the bottle.

At this time, a surprise came from behind.

What followed was a shocking soul fluctuation!

Teacher Xia grabbed the bottle with one hand, pulled out the toilet with the other hand and swung it straight.

The hammer almost shattered with a sound, and little bits of silver light floated in the air.

He also felt the passage of "spirit" for a moment.

This is completely different from the usual slow but continuous consumption!

It's like I haven't slept in more than ten days!

The situation did not allow him to think too much, and the next second he stepped on a floor tile with a red beast painted on it.

The red lines were instantly activated, and heat waves and shocks came from under your feet.

boom!

He used this power to leap high, stretched out the withering dagger upward, and got out of the tent with a hiss.

Then he stepped on the flames and ignited one shed after another.

His series of movements were so fast and skillful that the old man couldn't keep up.

Although he chanted the spell to seal the tent, he only had time to watch the other party disappear from sight.

Not only that, he also frowned slightly.

The fluctuation that just broke out can be felt by even a non-spellcaster, let alone the soul priest who lives in this territory...

...

"Fuck, it's so exciting!"

Recalling the terrifying moment, Teacher Xia felt frightened.

He had stamped out the flames on his body and escaped into the air again.

"This hidden NPC is at least level six."

He glanced back.

The flames on the tent had been extinguished, and even the holes had been patched.

On the contrary, the surrounding fire gradually started, and the shouts of people and the movement of putting out the fire became chaotic.

At the same time, the black tent next to the white royal tent in the distance lit up.

Then a group of people holding torches quickly approached.

"Ah this..."

Although the goal was achieved, Teacher Xia always felt that it was different from what he imagined.

People are obviously not led out by themselves.

A sixth-level soul priest is hiding in a clan. He doesn't believe it if he doesn't want to do something.

Apparently, the priests here thought so too.

The men and horses holding torches quickly came to the tent and started yelling and cursing.

Their voices were vulgar and loud.

Although he couldn't understand the orc language, he knew it was a dirty word.

He often hears similar tone in the game.

Since time traveling, he has heard everyone here speak very cordially.

Although they use a different language compared to the games, the timbre and detail are exactly the same.

This is obviously what AI does, and it has exceeded the level of a person mastering different languages. After all, languages ​​will affect each other.

For example, brothers are now always "straightforward", "I have a problem with my sister", and "leave it aside".

It is the Northeastern people’s fault that should be said or not.

While he was thinking wildly, the priest of the Splittoe clan ordered people to shoot arrows at the "unburied" tent.

And the latter suddenly exploded!

The tent was like a blooming chrysanthemum, with wisps of cloth whipping around.

Although the priest quickly put a layer of protection on himself to block the air wave, a white light burst out from the tent and pierced through him.

The priest instantly fell into a pool of blood.

There were screams from the crowd, and nearby guards rushed up one after another.

Motivated by anger, they surrounded the tent tightly.

"I don't want to fight with you, please step aside."