Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 511 The Land of the Dead

The night is thick, like the dark and cold blood flowing from a rotting corpse, winding between the sky and the earth.

A crimson crescent moon hung obliquely in the sky, the light was dim, like tears from the corners of a woman's eyes.

The towering water chestnuts of the tall buildings in the distance have long been blurred by the darkness, and under the bewitching light of the blood moon, they look like bloody faces.

The negative energy in the air was filled with a suffocating smell, so that everything around seemed very damp, and the trees and soil on the ground were creepy like skin that had begun to fester.

"It seems that this isolated space is really connected to the negative energy plane Shadowfall." In the darkness, a milky white light suddenly bloomed, followed by the dignified and deep voice of the paladin Avar.

His heavy steel boots stepped on the rotten ground, his eyes drooped slightly, quietly feeling the negative energy floating in the darkness.

Wisps of almost invisible dark breath are penetrating into the inside of his body along the tiny gaps in his full body armor, exuding an icy chill like a flexible poisonous snake.

As a priest, he could clearly feel a big hole being torn open in the surrounding space, and at the same time, he could detect the negative energy overflowing from the dark plane of death.

This strong negative energy surged like a mountain torrent. The paladin believed that even a priest whose strength had reached the legendary level could not guarantee that he could successfully repair this scar.

He really couldn't understand why there was such a negative energy space that could connect to the Shadowfall Underworld hidden here.

It would be an unimaginable catastrophe if the undead creatures inside descended to the Barren Skull Mountains along the path they came here.

"You mean, although this space is still integrated with the space of the entire main material plane, it is isolated again because of the connection to the negative energy plane." Thorne took two steps forward. , looked around in the darkness, and spoke his guess.

The group of people were inexplicably teleported here through the bone altar in the mad prince's room without knowing it.

Feeling the strong dark atmosphere and weird atmosphere around him, Thorn's scalp felt a little numb.

Standing in the dark, he seemed to feel the coolness all over his body, and it seemed that there were countless pairs of eyes staring at him coldly.

Rao is a person with a big heart like him, and when he came here suddenly, he couldn't help but feel a little fear of the unknown in his heart.

"That's right." Paladin Avar nodded slightly, looked into the chaotic darkness again, and said thoughtfully:
"This torn space is likely to have gone through hundreds of years, which means that the negative energy gathered inside is unimaginably dense."

After the paladin finished speaking, he took out his holy emblem, and a ray of holy light burst into dazzling brilliance in the deep and oppressive darkness.

Thorne and Elven Swordsman Lance instantly felt a warm breath enveloping their bodies.

This warm feeling is as if they were suddenly transported to a warm and comfortable room after falling into the ice cellar, which is very pleasant.

Soon, the bone-chilling pain caused by the negative energy also disappeared without a trace.

Although this warm divine radiance is very useful to Thorne and Lance, the elf banshee Kefla and the witch Cecil keep a respectful distance.

On the contrary, it was the negative energy pervading in the darkness that benefited them a lot.

"We can't stay here for too long." Paladin Aval took back the holy emblem, and then said to Thorne and Lance:
"Because this space will continuously absorb the vitality of all living things. Without the protection of divine magic, our bodies will become weaker and weaker, until even a thin and small skeleton can easily kill you. Once in this space If you die in this space, your soul may be completely lost, and you will be trapped here forever, without liberation or resurrection."

"That's true, then don't waste time here, and act as soon as possible." Thorn gently rubbed the hilt of his sword with his right hand, echoing.

After finishing speaking, he stopped his gaze on the only path paved with gravel.

He discovered that one end of this path is connected to the darkness of nothingness and chaos, while the other end leads to a shadowy and hazy town in the distance.

Although he still doesn't know the real reason why Winster led them here.

But in his opinion, it is absolutely inseparable from the small town in the distance.

So everyone walked slowly towards the town from this only path.

After walking in the dark for about ten minutes, Thorne's keen sense of smell felt ethereal whispers from time to time in the black mist on both sides of the road.

The looming atmosphere of the horror movie made him realize that there seemed to be something unclean, constantly telling his hatred for something in his ears.

He even noticed that there was an evil gaze of extreme greed and hunger in the air.

Finally, Thorne couldn't bear to stop a few steps.

No way, this weird atmosphere was so tormenting that he had to tense every nerve all the time.

But going on like this is not an option, because blindly defending is too passive, and he must find a way to solve the source of the problem.

"You feel it too?" The elf swordsman Lance looked at Thorne who looked strange, and asked aloud.

Avar, the paladin who was walking in the front, turned his head to look at the two of them upon hearing this.

The two female wizards walking side by side with the little banshee looked at the three men with strange expressions on their faces.

"I felt like I was being watched by something," Thorne said truthfully.

The elven swordsman Lance subconsciously glanced at the deep darkness, and nodded slightly stiffly.

The paladin Avar held the hilt of his sword with his right hand and the holy emblem with his left, standing motionless in the darkness.

The dark space is silent and gloomy, the cold wind howls creepily from time to time, and the leaves hidden in the depths of the darkness rustle softly unwillingly.

In the dark and distant corner, the slight cry was half-flowing, and was melted into the air by the evil breath, and the outline was washed away, leaving only a thin layer, like the skin of a dead person.

Suddenly, the holy warrior's holy golden broadsword was unsheathed.

Accompanied by a flash of lightning suddenly lighting up in the darkness, a dimly glowing ghost appeared in everyone's sight. Its pale face was covered with unkempt hair, and it kept murmuring the whispers of the dead. .

Thorne was the first to bear the brunt, as he was only a stone's throw away from the ghost.

Because of this, he saw the true appearance of the ghost in an instant.

This is a beautiful woman surrounded by slender rags, with a sweet and moving appearance, and a different kind of coolness.

The moment the ghost was discovered, its scarlet eyes immediately met Thorne's, and then let out a faint cry of despair. The desolate look on his face really made it extremely easy to feel compassion.

Just as Thorne was stunned, the broadsword in the paladin's hand flashed a deadly sword light, and the ghost let out a mournful howl, turning into a cloud of gas and dissipating in the darkness.

At the same time, beside the elf swordsman, a figure was also reflected by the lightning, but it was not a beautiful and charming ghost, but a bloody female corpse.

The head of the female corpse was covered with long black and wet hair, and she was wearing a very ordinary rag dress. The most frightening thing was a pair of beautiful red dancing shoes on her feet.

The pair of dancing shoes inlaid with gold-edged butterflies are very old, with mottled lines and patches of worn-out leather on the dull red.

At this time, Lance was so frightened by the sudden appearance of the female corpse that his eyes stared straight, he kept talking to himself, startled and frightened, his legs couldn't control them, and trembled like a sieve.

Seeing this scene, the paladin who had dealt with the ghost mercilessly swung his second sword, and this illusory female corpse was instantly wiped out cleanly by him.

On the other side, a terrifying scene also appeared in front of the eyes of the little banshee and the witch.

They were stopped by a long-haired female corpse in a torn dress with blood on it.

What is chilling is that four identical figures appeared on the ground where the female corpse was standing.

It can't be said to be a human figure, because it is a shadow that appears on the ground out of thin air.

There is no one, only the shadow of a person, like a silhouette of a person, or a shadow looking up from the ground.The shadow surrounded the female corpse, as if performing some kind of evil ritual, and seemed to launch a fatal surprise attack on the two of them.

Seeing this, Thorn was about to draw out his long sword to support.

Suddenly, he felt a strange sense of horror on his back, as if something was scanning him with cold eyes repeatedly, because the emotion contained in the eyes was so strong that it became like a real thing. generally.

He was too familiar with this feeling. When he was wandering in the Great Sword Scar Mountain Range, he was often locked by Mara's hunters with this kind of gaze, and then secretly launched a surprise attack on him.

Thorne could clearly feel the killing intent and hunger in his gaze, which meant that a certain hunter in the dark was longing for his flesh and blood.

It is quite normal to encounter such an undead creature with extreme emotions in this space.

After all, this place is connected to the Shadowfall Underworld, so there are naturally many undead creatures with very strong negative emotions floating around.

Thorn, who had been mentally prepared, reached out to touch the hilt of the sword, and turned around suddenly to look at the dark withered grass behind him.

In an instant, he looked at a pair of scarlet eyes full of madness and bestiality.

The undead creature full of killing intent noticed that it was spotted by Thorne, and immediately grinned at him, jumped up, and appeared under the scarlet moonlight from the dry grass.

Thorne found that it was a large, strange-looking wolf-like creature, very similar to the dire wolf.

In addition to the rotting flesh and blood all over its body, it also has huge claws and a long and narrow mouth.

The fur of this wolf-like undead creature is mottled and tattered, and from the dilapidated holes, you can still see the dense white bones hidden inside.

It should be an undead creature that was automatically transformed after being eroded by negative energy, Thorne thought.

Although this undead creature is not a great threat to him, he still needs to be extra careful.

Because the undead creatures usually transformed from beasts, their sharp fangs contain highly poisonous, as long as they are scratched a little, the wound will immediately fester under the double blow of negative energy and corpse poison.

And it will continue to spread to other parts of the body, causing the victim to fall into a state of extreme weakness in a very short period of time.

The moment the undead wolf pounced on him, Thorn made a sideways movement and successfully avoided the pounce. The steel soul sword emitting pale blue light in his hand slashed at its neck.

The undead wolf fell down at Thorn's feet with a 'plop', and those scarlet eyes immediately dimmed.

Immediately afterwards, a rotten wolf head was separated from the wolf body, and the dead could not die again.

After finishing the undead wolf, Thorne immediately looked to the other side of the battlefield.

It just happened that those horrors transformed by ghosts had been eliminated by the paladins, and Lance also recovered from the fear.

"There are undead creatures hidden everywhere in the darkness. It may not be so easy for us to enter the town in the distance." The paladin Avar put away his broadsword and actively extinguished the halo that served as illumination, and everyone fell into the deep darkness instantly. middle.

"Do you mean to go back the same way?" The pale elf swordsman Lance looked in the direction of the paladin and expressed his thoughts.

"That is indeed what it means." Avar nodded solemnly, looked into the chaotic darkness and said:
"Obviously, this is a space occupied by undead creatures. Even if we successfully enter the small town where we don't know what's going on, we still have to face countless turbulent undead troops. Only the strength of the few of us I'm afraid I can't deal with it at all, it's better to go back temporarily and think about it in the long run."

As soon as the words fell, several people in the darkness were all lost in thought.

"Since we can't go in openly, why don't we choose to lurk in quietly." Thorne walked to the side of the elf banshee Kefla and suggested to the paladin.

"Latent?" The paladin, who hadn't reacted for a moment, looked at Thorn with doubts on his face.

"Kevra, you haven't learned a lot of necromancy spells. Think about it carefully, is there any spell that can block the perception of undead creatures?" Thorn didn't answer the paladin's question, but looked at the little banshee.

"Well...let me think about it." Kefla nodded obediently, and frowned again, showing a pensive look.

"There is a spell called "Necromancer Concealment" that can make undead creatures unable to sense our presence. "Soon, Kefla responded to Thorne's question.

"Then try it. If it doesn't work, go back the same way." After Thorn finished speaking, he looked at the silent female wizard Cecil.

"That's the only way to go." The sorceress sighed softly, agreeing with the ranger's suggestion.

Seeing this, Kefla found a rotten bone from the rotten land, and then asked Thorne for a silver coin as a spell-casting material.

Immediately afterwards, they began to cast spells to shield the undead on several people.

(End of this chapter)