After the spirit sub-transfer goes wrong

Isis estimated the distance from the Flame Sacrifice Ground to Farland Forest and then to the inner city of Losric, and then compared the distance to Ring Seal City, and decided to go to Farland Forest first.

Therefore, when Galahad saw the dark, sticky quagmire in Farland Forest, he suddenly had a very strange but reasonable question:

"Karamit, did you immortal ancient dragons live in this kind of place before flames appeared in the world?"

Lifting his feet, the mud on the soles of his feet was tightly absorbed under the iron boots like superglue, and filaments like lotus roots were pulled out. Unknown gas bubbled out from the bottom of the mud, releasing bursts of stench .Several invisible slugs gathered on a dead body, making a scalp-numbing sound of sticky water.

A huge old tree surrounded by several people rose from the ground, and its broad and thick branches and leaves almost blocked all the sunlight, leaving only a dark area, where the weather-beaten broken bricks and tiles lay horizontally on the ground, gradually being submerged by the rising sludge.

Kalamite suddenly felt a little itchy on the soles of his feet. He raised his feet and saw that under the nearly stone dragon claws, a large group of slugs surrounded him at some point, and the dragon's face wrinkled in disgust.

"Bah, bah, bah, we ancient dragons live in trees! We don't live in quagmire!"

"It's just the 'remains' of the abyss." Isis squatted down, staring at the quagmire that seemed to be covered with colorful oil on the surface, "The abyss and the fourth king's soul came from the same source, and the fourth king's soul was formed as early as ancient times. Broken into. Human nature. Human nature is a dark, viscous and heavy object, and it has become a quagmire, and it is only an external manifestation of this thing."

She stood up and walked around the big trees and the moss-covered ruins a few times, and even glanced at Elder Gulu who was holding a sledgehammer at the other end.Galahad and Hawkwood, who were trekking hard, stared at Isis enviously, their bodies covered in mud.

A dry breeze formed a circle around Wang Xin, and made her float slightly from the ground, without even a trace of mud on the corners of her skirt.

"There is an unexpectedly familiar feeling... It's just that many places are flooded, so I can't see his tombstone."

Isis sighed softly, and then Hawkwood rolled over from behind, pointing to the only remaining white fortress in the quagmire with a dirty body:

"My lord, go up the long ladder in front, which is the place where we signed a contract with the old wolf of Faran. I heard that the giant wolf was there when the undead team was founded."

"Old wolf? Could it be Schiff?"

The bare-footed nun mumbled, and disappeared in place, leaving only Galahad and Hawkwood looking at each other with blue faces, looking at the long ladder surrounded by a bunch of slugs.

What else could it be?

Climb up with your hands!

……

On the cold stone floor lay a dying old wolf.

The broad wolf head hangs down, the once rich and fluffy hair shriveled and fell off, the wide wolf fur wrapped around the thin body, and even the curved bones of the ribs were clearly visible.Except for the slightly hot air spitting out from the slightly opened wolf mouth, the old wolf remained motionless, barely responding to external noises, as if he had been dead for a long time.

Suddenly, the dry cracked nose twitched, and the cloudy eyes suddenly lit up. The old wolf turned over with difficulty and stood up. Facing the figure walking in from the door, his cheerful little tail almost turned into a fan.

Hawkwood & Galahad just climbed up from the mud: =口=

Isis stroking the dog's head: smiling

"Now you should believe that I'm telling the truth, right?"

Isis smiled and lit a flame on her fingertips, and flicked it into the old wolf's body.

The body of the dying old wolf filled up like dough, his dim eyes became bright again, and his blunt claws grew out again. Shiv, who had recovered from his heyday, rubbed against his long-lost friend, and turned his head to grab it from the corner. He drew out a huge sword that matched the mouth of a wolf, and swung his head up.

The two onlookers squatted at the same time, and a few strands of hair fell from the air.

"I'm sorry." Isis said dryly, "Sif has just recovered, so he must be a little excited. Be sure to pay attention next time."

Unaware of it, Schiff still arched and rubbed against Isis with his big sword in his mouth, trying hard to bury his benefactor into the furry leather neckerchief.Galahad and Hawkwood retreated together, lest the sword tip swaying in mid-air would cut people open.

"By the way, Isis, since I promised her, shouldn't I solve the problem of the undead team first?"

The youth's voice floated faintly from Galahad's communicator, full of resentment.

Damn, he wants furry stuff too!

……

In addition to the Old Wolf Fortress where Schiff lives, there are three beacon towers towering in the Falan Forest. Only by passing the test of the quagmire toxin and Gulu and lighting the three beacons can the closed stone gate be opened.

The beacon specially set up by the undead team was ignited, and Isis put her hand on the stone bowl, her expression a little embarrassed.

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, this group of undead team that looks cruel and cold, and has a very high personality, seems to be the second-minded and idol-worshiping undead in the group.In addition to praising the elegy that Artorius broke into the abyss and recaptured Princess Ulasiru from the hands of Manus, the father of the abyss, but was unfortunately eroded in the end, a certain chosen person from the Northern Undead Court was also They are carved all over the place.

What to get out of the Undead House, what to ring the bell of awakening, what to kill the old witch and Nit, what to crusade against little Londo and White Dragon Heath... Anyway, I will engrave everything on it, how magnificent the relief scene is , How exaggerated and how exaggerated, anyway, all of them highlight a great light.

It made her, an ordinary salary king, blush a little.

Back then, the big fart of the Undead House.She killed a lot of demons with righteous falling attacks, and she killed many humanoid monsters with poisonous throwing knives and backstabs. Ulasiru's little black dragon (Kalamite) was killed by her asking foreign aid , oh, King Gwen, who only had one primary furnace, was killed by her with a small leather shield...

Isis turned her head to look at Hawkwood who was squatting on the ground with Galahad.

Hawk ex-undead player Wood: Heck, I didn't draw it.

"I was buried in the soil for thousands of years, and when I woke up, I found myself painted on a mural. It's a strange feeling."

An unremarkable salary king of the Northern Undead Institute concluded that Schiff, who had been closely following him all the time, barked a few times as if agreeing.

……

"Isis, I heard that the undead team has fallen into a predicament of killing each other. Can they really recognize you dressed like this?"

King Xin, who was riding a giant wolf, poked open the electronic screen and looked at the distressed expression of the young man behind the computer.

Fragmented silver armor, an ever-wet ultramarine cloak, a large shield and giant sword intertwined with the sacred and the depraved—these things were exactly the equipment that Artorius (she) used to walk in the abyss.

"If you recognize it, everything is easy to say, but if you don't recognize it? If you don't recognize it, you have to recognize it. Anyway, the word rest has never been in the dictionary of the undead."

Only one beacon of the undead team was lit, and there was no condition to open it. Isis gently put her hand on the crack of the door, a little absent-minded.

With a bang, the wide and tall stone gate cracked inch by inch from top to bottom, and there were no fragments larger than a palm.The black dragon raised his head knowingly, and sprayed the elder Gulu who came over after hearing the sound, making his face ashamed.

Romani Akiman couldn't help shrinking his neck.

Isis is getting more and more violent...

After opening the stone gate, the ground leading to the undead team became dry. Excited Schiff gnawed off two soul-sucking ghosts on the way, Hawkwood dispersed some of the grunt guards, and what finally appeared in front of them was another A door that separates the inside and outside.

The sharp sound of the swords colliding and the muffled hum of the blade piercing the body echoed in the temple for a long time, reaching the ears of the visitors.Hawkwood clenched his fists, Galahad showed unbearable expression, but Isis, she just "gently" opened the door.

The strong fishy smell and rancid smell rushed into everyone's noses immediately.

Galahad coughed twice, and through his teary eyes, he saw the ground...

Dead body.

That's right, a corpse like a hill.

A group of warriors wearing leather armor and strange-shaped iron helmets like pointed hats were waving their long swords, chopping down comrades in the same attire one by one.Often when one person falls, one or more people stand up from the pile of corpses, dragging their broken arms, rotten legs, or other wounds, and rush fiercely and viciously at the executioner.

In the darkened temple, a long spiral sword is stuck in the ground, with a small flame burning at the end.

"It's terrible, hell or something, that's about it."

In the two parts of the world, Galahad and Romani came up with this idea at the same time with a tacit understanding.

"This is nothing, I have seen scenes that are [-] times more tragic than this." Isis said lightly, "As an undead person, it is a great happiness to be able to find an organization that can accept you. Losing your mind Afterwards, it is not tragic at all to be punished by one's own people and die completely in the end."

"They already knew what they should do, set an example, never regretted death, and from the moment they stepped into the flames, words like 'poor' have been completely deleted from their lexicon. The most miserable people , isn’t it the guy who has fallen alone on the tour road before he understands his mission, or is unable to achieve it? No one knows, no one feels sorry for him? , isn’t it also a poor fellow?”

The Salary King from the Undead Court watched the battle calmly, the wind and clouds were as light as watching a white cloud drifting by in the sky.

"Well said."

A hoarse voice sounded from the gap between the collision of the swords. With the hoarseness that has not spoken all year round, the undead team member wrapped in blood raised his long sword, and gently put the jagged dagger in his left hand on his shoulder.

"Although I don't know where you got the wolf knight armor and you brought Hawkwood with you, but since you have passed the test of the beacon fire, you are welcome to join the Undead Squad."

The author has something to say:

The undead team, who worshiped A University, tried to act aggressively, and tried to act aggressively in front of the real abyss walker 233333

感谢在2019-11-2321：48：55～2019-11-2419：24：27期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦～

Thanks to the little angels who threw the mines: 1 for Suzuki Luoyue and Xingyunmuyu;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: ERIC-SEI16 bottle;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!