【Dark Souls】The Story of the Nameless

fire sacrificial site

Travelers from the world, no matter where they enter Rhodeland, they will eventually gather on that high platform, because it is the only exit of this secret realm, and it is also the place closest to the sun.

How to get to the land of the gods, the land of the beginning of the world, and who wants to get close to it?There are as many ways to arrive, and as many reasons to approach as stars.Some people break in for knowledge, want to get in touch with the ancient magic power hidden in the divine realm, and desire more truths of the world. Among them, the Dragon Academy headed by Bailong Heath possesses those cold powers. Relationship is also the passage between man and God; some people take risks for their beliefs, and the people loyal to Baijiao want to see the gods, let the gods burn their own uncleanness, and gain inner liberation from the grace of God. And the bridge of faith has become the path of those pilgrims, it can also be said that they are walking on the ancient path left by their ancestors; some people think about treasures, some people think about lost technology, and there are not a few people who are curious about the unknown, but They had no choice but to act with luck, trying to explore almost non-existent connection points from the stumps of ancient trees.

But the undead are different. The path of the living is not their right way, because those paths are opened for the fire of the living. King Gwen's divine crow travels between the two worlds—however, only a few people know about it, and even fewer believe in it...

The wind howled.

'Fukaya, make it your first leg of victory, son of Mimo. '

cold wind...

'Beware of the leader from Thorrond, he is not our ally... Well, soldiers, for the fire! '

... biting.

'First row, charge! '

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(—Bump!...)

...This is Rodland?

The big bird threw me into the ground. Although it was not a good landing, it barely stood firm after rolling around.At this time, I was still ignorant and ignorant, and I was uneasy about the real and illusory light in front of me, and I didn't know the meaning of the land of the gods.

Rodland, my starting point is this cliff, and my future...is to ring the bell of awakening, as the knight of Astra said.But where the clock is and how long it is, I don't know anything about it.But maybe I still have time, time to observe, to explore, to steal a moment of ease—look at the sky. 1

Alas... I almost forgot that the sky had colors.The sky of Rhodeland is as bright as lapis lazuli, and its majestic appearance can be seen through the lush green shoots of the giant tree, which is a color that is not in the Undead House, or in my memory.At this time, the sun is shining, and the rising sun is looking at me from the giant wall. He shines brighter than any light I know. He is selfless and great. His power passes through Rhodeland and reaches the world. People rejoice for the sun, because the darkness can no longer It is easy to touch their souls, but now I am closer to the sun than they are in the dark, touching the holiness that everything in the world does not understand.

I want to stop for a little longer.It is also time.Sorry, knight, please forgive me for stopping here for a while, if you came here as an undead person, you must be as sad, happy and dependent as I am, right?

This place looks like an old altar, located on the edge of the cliff city, facing the huge barrier behind the deep valley.The concentric circles of steps surround the central bonfire like seats in a theater, accompanied by lush greenery that cannot be seen in the Undead Temple.This altar seems to have remained unchanged for thousands of years, but I know that someone has been there, and there are stampede marks that are about to disappear in front of the empty urn, under the remnant arch and the dead tree.

Here, indeed, many phantoms come and go, like those that appear in the House of the Undead.Are they alive?what is he writingI vaguely noticed an orange light shining nearby, and when I got closer, it turned out that it was a string of text, and the characters read: 'I am here. '.But that thing disappeared within a few seconds, like a little joke warlocks would make... Rodland, that's incredible.

Later, after many considerations, I chose to sit cross-legged on a low platform parallel to the fire source to rest, trying to dry off the dust accumulated over the years.Only then did I notice a blue stranger who had been staring at me for a long time not far away.He appeared to be alive, in blue and chain mail, with a sullen and sad face, as if surprised, perhaps disgusted, by my presence. 1

"Hey, redneck," the stranger's sarcasm dropped sharply due to his inexplicable frustration, but the disgust still came through in half: "You look like a living corpse, and the smelly kind. Do you like this? Shaking and shaking here, it's annoying."

But this is the first time someone has spoken to me after my death, maybe this is a good start: "Oh um... hello, I, I am, the undead."

"You can talk a little more nonsense."

"You too?"

The dejected stranger laughed, and he could hear that he was really very annoyed: "Hmph, you too...hehe...well, let's get to know each other again. Hello, new idiot, I'm also a' Undead', please give me more advice."

I asked, "A lot of people have been here? Before?"

"Yes... many people, like you, came to this place. Is it sad? Maybe you thought you were special, but in fact you are not... But it is rare to be sent here as bird food... If you really If you want to find something special for yourself, then be proud of it!"

"It's a pity." I told him honestly, but I didn't really care about such things.

The stranger frowned, and a little flame seemed to rise in his gloomy mood.He seemed to want to say something, and it was obvious that the stranger wanted to use this to get rid of the lingering sorrow on his body: "Whatever. In short, you probably came here for some undead mission... Everyone is the same. "

"Yes?"

"Is there any other possibility?"

I don't want to admit it, but I can't say it.The stranger and I were silent for a while, probably because we were all confused about the so-called mission. In the windless Rhodeland, although the flame of the undead continued, it was still unable to explain why we survived.You doubt mission as much as I do, don't you?Yet you and I both know that's why we're here, and nothing else.

"No, maybe... Huh," the stranger repeated what he had just said, feeling the irony in the words, and then said: "When you are cursed, everything will be over, zombie."

He's not likable, but I can understand why he's repulsive.Having said that, since this soldier has been here for such a long time, he must have a clue about Zhong, so I asked him: "Zhong, wake up, Zhong, location."

My statement is like a child who is babbling, and strangers find it funny and even sympathetic when they hear it. "Not only do you smell bad, but you're not very familiar with speaking. Tell me, what happened to you in the Undead Court?"

"I was locked up there for a long time. For a long, long time."

"Ha, ha ha, is there anyone left there? That place... oh, I guess we came at a different time, just think about it, no wonder you don't have anything on you- oh, it looks like It's not naked, at least it's covered with a layer of stinky mud, it seems that life is not easy over there, right? Old man?"

Mud... Woohoo, indeed, the blood of that demon is comparable to the mud of the sewer.

"Yes, for the living corpse, is there any difference?" Even though I said so, I still tried to scrape off the bloody minced meat.It's kind of like a mixture of paint and asphalt, ah, it's kind of... kind of... well, I'm actually kind of used to it.

"Everyone has worked so hard to get here, but no one can find anything... Rather than wasting time here, it's better not to come here in the first place, so it's easier."

Honestly, instead of wasting time here, I might as well just find a pool and jump in.Wow, for goodness sake, it smells like hell. "But you stay here." I replied without thinking. 1

"Yes, you can stay here too. Anyway, the sun of God is hanging in the sky. He is very loving and can allow anyone to walk on this land, even an idiot like you." The soldier looked Quite angry, but the anger didn't last long, and the earlier gloom returned to his face.

"Thank you." Someone once told me that thank you is the best way to return the carbine, and it is also the stop order for all annoying topics.That elder, when I was alive—maybe when I was a kid, he took me around.Maybe my character is also taught by him.Wish he was my family...but we might as well be family already.

"Oh, it's tiring to talk to country bumpkins..." Maybe he saw it for my stupidity, or maybe he saw it for the sake of laziness rather than labor. It's like forgetting everything, "...you want to know about Zhong? Then I'll tell you, after all, that's why you came here."

"Really?"

"Anyway, idle is idle."

What a man with a knife mouth and a bean curd heart.

He told me that there are two wake-up bells, one on top, in the church bell tower in the nearby city, and the other below, in the ancient ruins under the village of sickness.Later, I asked him if he had been to those places, but the stranger just sneered, his face as pale as a stone.I feel that his limbs are almost numb, but it is not paralysis, but passivity; from fear, or from confusion, he fled from the mission and mocked its illusion, but I don't know whether he stayed here unwillingly. If you are unable to move forward, there is still no place for the world.However, I understand that the soldier in blue has not denied his identity, at least his sword is still on his body, and his equipment has not been removed.

At this time, I asked him what would happen after the bell was rung, and the stranger only said that he hadn't heard of it, after all, that kind of thing didn't mean anything to him.

"Let's go!" His teasing tone urged me: "Isn't that why you came to this cursed land of the undead?"

But I told him, "I want more sunshine. Do you mind?"

"Then get out of the sun and don't block my eyes here!" The stranger waved his left hand, as if to push away the garbage.That's right, the dead really can't sit on an equal footing with the living.

But when I was about to step out of the altar and roll out of the other party's field of vision, the soldier in blue called out to stop me.Is there a problem?I looked back at him, but the other party seemed to be lost in thought, and the melancholy on his face deepened.Finally, he spoke: "Do you know what human nature is?"

I didn't quite understand what he meant, and the stranger also noticed that I didn't know anything, so he continued: "It's important, but it's not worth fighting for... But as human beings, isn't our humanity just showing our nakedness?" Is it natural?"

The last sentence of the blue-clothed soldier was almost a whisper, and then he stopped talking.

The altar is not big.In other words, the safe zone is not that big, as long as you walk up a few steps along the cliff, you can see a group of armed living corpses waiting there; cross the dumped remnants and go to the opposite side, behind the water-logged temple I can see weird piles of skeletons left on the deserted path, and my intuition tells me that it is not a good place to travel.But I decided to take a bath here.Living corpse bath?That's funny, Rodland doesn't seem to be surprised at anything, but I still hope I don't see skeletons cleaning their ribs in the pool one day.The living corpses in the water are passable, but the skeletons with the brush are really too much. 1

The big bird standing on a high place seemed to be looking at me intentionally or unintentionally. Its dark eyes warned me not to wander casually, but I had to know where it was. How could I understand it if I didn’t move around?Forget it, everything has an order, I noticed that one of the bells is nearby, as long as I go up that huge building, I should be able to get a clue.So after scrubbing it casually, I decided to continue exploring inside.

The stone steps guide the feet to the high place, which is like the ruins of the monastery. Layers of arch frames and pilasters form three passages. Now I choose to go to the middle, as if I am going deep into the core of the courtyard, but here is different from the The atmosphere of the Undead House is completely different, there is tranquility and stability here, although it is as illusory as bubbles, it makes people unable to extricate themselves.Suddenly, I saw the second living person in Rodland.There are quite a few people who can talk here, and it is actually quite lively.If the meanings of Undead House and Rodland are empty, then I would rather stay here to bask in the sun.

But I found that person's special status, which made me doubt what I thought was right; he was wearing the armor of a clergyman, and he looked dignified and reclusive, and his neat blond hair made me feel Be sure, that person is definitely from Thorrond.Thorlond?There is... I know, it is the country of the White Sect, and the prayers of the priests are still in my ears, but what I remember is the exorcism spell before they sent me to the prison. It is destined that the undead will never die. Superborn Silver Alchemy Lock.

At this time he also found me, but the man didn't want to make a sound at all, his eyes pierced the body of the undead man in front of him; however, I wanted to meet him and ask this lord why he came here.Is it for a pilgrimage?Or for treasure hunting?Anyway, let's say hello first.Be polite, I think I can be a polite person.

"Hello."

"Ah, hello. This is the first time we've met, right? I'm Petrus of Thorrond, what can I do?" The cleric's tone was humble, but he spoke mercilessly: "...If there is nothing important, I think it's better not to cross the river between us."

"but……".Before I finished speaking, Petrus put his palm in front of me, signaling to explain first: "Ah, my friend, I should have told you before, well water does not interfere with river water..."

"something wrong?"

I thought this sentence should be quite interesting, but it didn't seem to be the case in the ears of the clergyman.Pay attention to his eyes, those eyes see me as a roadblock, but his face is still pleasant, and now, he shows a little regret, as if he is facing a beggar who is insane. and caring; he is the representative of philanthropists, at least I can see that even here Petrus never thought of letting go of the Holy Light as an apostle of the White Cult, but maybe he is enjoying it, after all that It was such a noble and holy performance that others praised it.

"Forget it, I can understand your mood. Poor man, I feel that you are in urgent need of help." After speaking, he searched in the pouch at his waist, as if he wanted to find something small.After a while, he took out a copper plate and stuffed it into my hand, and said: "This is a little wish from me, please accept it no matter what."

What exactly does this mean?I was confused: "Copper plate?"

Maybe Petrus thought I was confused by joy, so he comforted me: "Please accept it. It's all right, you're welcome at all."

Maybe it means it's time for me to leave, but I'm not content to just be sent away. "Oh, thanks...but, I still have, I have a question."

He's not happy, but what does it matter to me?Happily, the virtue of patience was not exhausted in Petrus, who seemed willing to answer me something: "It is my pleasure."

"Why did you come here? Are you also undead?"

"Me?" Petrus started with a surprised confusion: "Why do you think I'm undead? Don't be stupid, my friend, not only undead can come here."

"Does this make sense to you?"

He smiled a little, and it felt like he was laughing at me for asking an incredibly stupid question. "You just need to know that Rodland is meaningful to you, undead friend. Lloyd's divine light blesses you, may you find your own destiny... Go, poor man, I wish you good luck."

Petrus, you didn't come here just to feel pity for us undead, did you?Cleric, if you came to tell us that the curse of immortality has been released by God, how good would it be?Unfortunately not, but I guess you wouldn't tell us even if it were.

Your profile is stamped on this copper coin, Papa Maloyf.Do you look happy because of the company of wine and beauty?If I find you in this godland, I hope you can also give me some good nectar and jade dew for this nameless undead; good wine, good medicine, and your happy laughter, I always envy you in the mythology surrounded by beautiful women on the battlefield Waiting, worrying and suffering can't get through that drunkenness, after all, that is the god in people's hearts, shining like stars.You are a friend of the soldiers, everyone shouted your name at the reception, thanked you for your blessings, wanted to convey the ecstasy of the earth to you, and regarded it as a supreme gift, but I forgot whether I I once drank with you, and the joy and sorrow were buried in the abyss with the snow-so, if I am lucky enough to meet you, may you teach me the secret of laughing and worry-free again, and let me have a drink with you.But only if you're here, Daddy Maloeff.

Although Rodeland is said to be the land of the gods, it is surrounded by threats. Perhaps the gods have already fled here, and the so-called land of the gods is just what it used to be. Now what remains here is the endless decadence and the dying sun.

Alas, myths... are really elusive.

After saying goodbye to the clergyman just now, I continued to move forward, passing through layers of stairs. Although there were two holes at the end that seemed to be descending ladders, there was no platform waiting. There was nothing there, and it was so empty that it was depressing; But what's interesting is that if you go up a little bit, people can see a little scenery of this border area from there, grand and confusing, and don't know what it was like before.Later, when I returned to the altar again, I saw that the blue-clothed warrior seemed to be asleep. He was sitting still and dozed off, and it seemed that it would take some time to wake up. At this time, I noticed a spiral staircase behind him It might lead down, maybe to where the other bell is, so I went there without thinking, trying my luck with a little recklessness. 4

On the stone steps, the huge canyon can be seen at a glance, and the indescribable depth penetrates the thoughts. Here, everything is silent, as if the whirlpool is about to drag the sky into hell.If you keep going, maybe you can really reach the bottom, but how long will it take?

Suddenly, I entered a platform with the altar fire built on a large receding block of rock, and now I am below, imagining that supporting it will be a stone wall covered with green moss, with ancient and mighty features. Yan's face.But I saw a simple iron cage, in which sat a woman, dressed in tatters and dirty, seemingly lifeless; she was alive, I thought so, because she could breathe, but why did that woman Will be locked up here?I quietly stepped forward to inquire, but she deliberately avoided me. The woman hid her face and her voice, and the iron chain made a weak sound. Depressed, just waiting, guarding under the altar as if entrusted with a big task.

"Hey, hello, I'm new here. New, like a baby." I said to her knowing that I wouldn't get a response.

Then I chose to sit in front of the wall not far away, hoping that I could give that woman a little fire like a knight; Ignorance, such emptiness.Have you seen many undead like me?That's fine, at least you're used to it, and it might take me a while to get to myself.

Please allow me to disturb you a little longer, miss, I only need to stay for a few minutes, please let me find a little comfort in your breath.

I'm afraid of being alone, but then I have to walk alone again. 1

Undead Street

The great city clings behind the great wall, huddled in its shadow like a rat's nest.The city wall encloses the settlement, and at the same time draws the boundary between Rhodeland and the human world. This place is the top of the world, and the earth can be seen from here. However, with the clouds and mists, the human world has never been clear in front of the divine soil.

I don’t know how long ago, Rodland was still inhabited. Headed by the Lord God Lloyd, the Gwen family ruled all things in the world, and the dwarves surrendered to them, singing in unison for the glory, greatness and greatness of the gods. Chanting, those who live in the realm of the gods consider themselves servants of the sky, and they are more noble than all living beings scattered in the world.But today's apostles are with the curse, groaning and moaning in the dark with torment, and the prayers in their mouths continue, but those voices have no form, more hollow than decayed trees.

The fortified cities and towns built outside the capital of gods in the past are becoming dilapidated, and the once majestic and magnificent scenery has become empty and unreal——today's Rhodeland is a veritable place of gods, with no living beings and nothing left behind. There is only Him and His good name, whose name adorns the rocks, whose soil is unsullied by the world, and the glorious vision of Rodland hangs like the sun forever.

In fact, I don't know much about price, especially when I met the businessman in this place where no birds lay eggs, the meaning of price became more difficult.

Let's not talk about this for now, senior.

After a while of entanglement, I casually asked the guy what happened to the people here, but the undead businessman couldn't help laughing, he never mentioned what happened here, but the ridicule was never less; he waved Waving the flagpole, a rag flag with the sun painted on it, it feels like the businessman is full of unspeakable hatred for faith, but he is very satisfied with the status quo, at least he is very satisfied with the small shop he opened here, although I doubt it Who would want to run over and buy something.

Oh well, I'm one of them, but are there others?

"Who are you thinking that will come to me to buy things? Hey, there will always be, dude..." The merchant's sunken corpse face said: "For example, you must really need a decent set of equipment right now!"

"I just want to know what the hell kind of place this is, and the one just now, I seem to see a real dragon, is there really such a thing as a dragon here?" I really admire myself for being able to finish such complicated words.It turns out that speaking is not difficult at all, as long as I want to, I can speak at any time.

Earlier, I followed the advice of the warrior in blue and chose to break into the town through the drain. It is said that there is a bridge that can reach the top, and it only takes a little effort to cross.But I went around for several miles just to get close to the end point a hundred meters away, let alone the end point, I don't even know where I am.

Fortunately, I also understand that this place is dominated by evil enemies, and the living corpses tried their best to attack me. They looked like soldiers who had guarded this place, but now I don’t know whether they are fighting for their last position or robbing me. hovering.Just now there was a flying dragon across the narrow wall, and the legendary thing was resurrected from the story. Its huge red body is amazing and desperate, but if the senior was there, maybe he would be more excited than me, but It was ecstasy, for the legends that have never been seen, the wonders of unknown reasons, the seniors would shout, thank you for being able to stand on the ground at this moment.

"Dragon? Yes, that's a dragon." The merchant touched his invisible pet, or some kind of creature, as if relying on the other's temperature to recall: "It's a big...you have to use a good weapon to kill it." Prey, look, how neat this reinforced stick is, you can use it everywhere!"

Damn businessman. "But I don't have the currency you want. You mean soul? Are you a necromancer from somewhere? My soul is me, and there is no balance in it to pay you."

"No, the soul is the soul, it's not you, the undead...hehehe! How can you believe that the undead have a soul called 'me'?" Suddenly, he leaned closer, staring at my empty eyes Face, "How can you believe that... the soul is everything to a human being?"

"Isn't it?"

The merchant gasped, and then he laughed out loud, taking everything I said as stupid in his heart.He said: "No, no, no, my uncle, it's human nature, human nature is everything to human beings, and the soul is just the energy of existence... But it's hot, it's powerful, it's full of endless attraction - hehehaha !Maybe it’s really human or maybe we are buying valuable goods with priceless souls! This is a big joke!”

His laughter filled the empty town, but he was crazy but kept a trace of reason.The merchant was talking nonsense that I didn't understand, but maybe he was telling the truth and all I knew were childish lies.I tried to put aside my own prejudices, and hoped that a humble attitude could be exchanged for more information. After all, this is the only way to save my life. Blindly running around will only speed up my demise.But the merchant was very suspicious at first, he didn't believe that the undead man in front of him had good intentions, so he always used his own goods to talk to him - no, I think he really wanted me to buy something , it seems that if you don't spend some money, the other party will not send out messages for nothing.

"Then you have to tell me, how can I take out my soul?" This sentence sounds a bit weird, but it is true.

At this moment, the businessman opened his palm in front of me. "The soul... as long as you think about it, it is there. It is the source of life, your currency, and your qualification to walk in Rhodeland..." After finishing speaking, a dim white flame emerged from his palm , the thing looked warm and charming, but the businessman quickly closed his hands, and the flame disappeared without a trace.

I woke up from the charm, and then I thought of another question: "Then what is human nature?"

"Hey, humanity? Of course it is the qualification to be a human being! The more humanity you have, the closer you are, the closer you are to human beings!"

"Close? Is it the same even for undead?"

"Are you tempted? It's a pity I don't have humanity to sell you... I'd rather not have humanity, it's too painful to have, it's too—horrible, but some guys just want it, a bunch of psychos! But maybe it's because of that thing Hiding some secrets..." The businessman seemed to regret that he had said so many things, so he quickly stopped talking, and urged: "Whew... well, do you want to buy something?"

I don't know how much money I have left, maybe I should ask him what would happen if he ran out of souls first, but as a crazy businessman, would he be so kind as to tell you what would happen if he ran out of money?Just when I was still wondering whether I should invest my soul in the broken copper and metal in front of me, the old fried dough stick seemed to see through the reason for the hesitation of the guest in front of me.

He said that he was holding the flagpole in his hand, and his tone was very calm: "Are you afraid that all your souls will be lost? Don't worry, then go grab other people's souls, take their souls, and squander them to your heart's content. You are here You should have encountered a lot of idiots on the way, right? Have you killed them? If so, then yes, you have harvested their souls... Come, open your hand, and let me see the fruits of your plunder."

Listening to the merchant's words, I stared at the left palm for a long time, trying to find out the soul he said, like the flame he displayed.In an instant, a ball of blazing fire wrapped around my palm, so inconceivable, it was huge and heavy, pure power condensed in front of my eyes, but none of them belonged to me, this possessed body understood that the white flames in front of me were all Remnants of enemies I've slaughtered along the way.Including the Astra knight.

"He's a rich man, hehe!" The businessman threw the flagpole aside and said expectantly, "What does this gentleman want? Why don't you let me recommend it?"

After being stunned for a while, I felt a little weird: "Is the soul just currency?"

"Now it's a big sale by jumping off a building, and the goods will send information, hehehe..." the businessman said.

It seems that we have to find something useful from this pile of debris.To be honest, I am not a nude fan. Facing future battles, it would be great to have a well-fitting armor.But does the dead need clothing?This problem is still bothering me today. It is the first time I have a chance to put on clothes after I have been empty for a long time, and I feel very strange.Let's take a look at the products on display first, maybe I can figure it out after a few more glances.

What can he sell me?A set of chain mail, presumably pulled from a corpse, with some blood stains and barely repaired marks on it; several shields and various small arms, among them the 'reinforced club' he particularly recommended; here There are also all kinds of sundries, thanks to the fact that it can collect so many things, I think the whole city may have been searched by him.

"If you can't make up your mind, why don't you make a plan for your future journey," the businessman dug out a small wooden box, about the size of a purse, "if you are an explorer , a good storage library is absolutely necessary.”

"You mean, this jewel box?"

Later, after seeing his demonstration, I realized that Rodland is really an extremely weird place.

Although the businessman joked that I was a rich man, the wooden box and a pair of trousers alone consumed most of my soul.At this time, I asked him how he calculated the price, but the gentleman just said a few crazy words, trying to dismiss the question; since he still knew he was guilty, I didn't intend to worry too much , so I took a few more goods as compensation, anyway, if I die, he will come and take away my things. No.The merchant originally exclaimed repeatedly, cursing me for being unreasonable, but after thinking about it for a while, he seemed to realize that he didn't need to care so much. After all, how many undead people have been here and here since ancient times? Lost and killed, I am not missing now, and there will always be a chance to get things back in the future.

But he was still a little annoyed, but those annoyances were passed on to the non-existent pet. The businessman kept telling it not to care about me, an Oker, while he tried his best to play the role of a conscientious businessman.It felt like that thing was trying to tear me apart.

"Okay, you've snatched up everything you should have, and now you're still going to pester me for questions, right? Hmph."

It seems that the businessman knows no less than the blue-clothed soldier, but he certainly won't answer too many things.Therefore, I have to ask cautiously: "Do you know the way to the church? I heard that there is a bridge here."

"Oh? Are you not curious about the function of the soul?"

"That thing is not what I came here for."

"Your behavior is really rare, good man," the businessman reluctantly pointed out the direction after a few words: "Is the church? Poor man, there is no direct way to the church. You have to go to the outer wall. Follow the bridge above and enter the checkpoint to reach the 'noble and sacred' place. See you, keep an eye on it, you can see the shadow of the bridge after passing this tower, it's so big that even a blind man can feel it exist."

"Will you lie to me?"

"If I lied to you, do you think I'd tell? Believe it or not, silly boy."

Even if you are deceived, consider it sightseeing, and it is also a good way to go to the highest point, where you can see everything clearly.

After thanking you, I was going to follow the upper road to the wall tower I saw just now. At this time, I could still see the merchant's snickering out of the corner of my eye, but that was not the joy of victory obtained from deception, but the joy of looking at foolishness. mocking smile.Then, as soon as his foot stepped on the steps, the businessman began to talk to himself. He talked about my guest to the imaginary pet, and he murmured angrily; but it didn't take long for the businessman's dissatisfaction to gradually increase. Disappeared in a burst of humming, his hollow and insane voice added a bit of color to this town of the undead, mixed with forgotten sorrow and joy