Sword and Sorcery and Martial Arts

Chapter 335 The World of the Dead
Ready to fight?
Terrence looked warily at the ghouls that hooked him.

Only one stood up, did you look down on me?

Terrence didn't know how much strength he could exert here, but even if he only had the physical speed of an ordinary person, with his rich combat experience, it shouldn't be a problem to deal with a few ordinary ghouls empty-handed.

"Why are you so nervous?" the ghoul asked, looking at Terrence, who was in an attacking posture.

It fiddled with its dry, grassy blond hair angrily, "I used to be human like you, and I was the most handsome in our city. Every time I walked on the street, all the beautiful girls turned red." Look up at me with an embarrassing face."

"But then you died and became ugly undead just like us." A burly ghoul beside the campfire said.

"I was pretty handsome when I came here after I died, but I died here twice later, so I turned into this ghostly look. It's not like you, when you're alive, you don't look cute. , like a big stupid bear." The blond undead taunted.

The burly undead snorted, but did not continue speaking.

"I accidentally said so much nonsense. Since I died, I can only feel that I still exist when I talk." The blond undead said to Terrence, "You must be very curious about this world, right? , we don’t have any new tasks right now, so I can just explain it to you.”

Terrence was still staring at the blond undead in front of him vigilantly.

"We won't hurt you." The blond undead threw his black battle ax aside, indicating that he would not attack him.

"Is this the world of the dead?" Terrence asked.

"Yes, people who believe in the Holy Spirit will come here." The blond undead replied.

Terrence showed a look of surprise, "Is this the world where the Nords who believe in the Holy Spirit will come? Why is it different from the legend..."

"It's not the same. We really have obtained eternal life like this, don't we?" The blond undead smiled, revealing its black teeth that had almost fallen out.

"Don't scare him, you will make people who believe in the Holy Spirit doubt their faith." The burly undead man sitting by the campfire said suddenly.

"Okay, I just made a joke with you.

In fact, we still have a good life after death. This world is not as barren and desolate as you have seen. The place you are staying now is the edge of the world.

On that mountain, near the Palace of the Holy Spirit, the world I saw was still very beautiful. "The blond undead man pointed to the highest mountain in the mountains and said.

"It's true that you can enjoy endless food and wine, and you can meet almost all Nord powerhouses in history in the Palace of the Holy Spirit. Fighting people near the palace, even if you die, it won't be like this. It's an ugly look, we all died in patrol missions to become like this." The burly undead man added.

"Why are you patrolling? Who is the enemy?" Terrence asked curiously.

"This world is much bigger than the one we originally stayed in. It is the place where all the dead on the continent gather. Not everyone can be protected by the Holy Spirit like us, and there is a refuge that will not be harmed.

The place outside this mountain is very chaotic. In the long history of the real world, all creatures will come to this world after death. Whether it is an ancient dragon or an even older Titan, they all exist in this world.

All creatures are almost immortal here. Even if they die, they will be resurrected after a period of time when the sun goes out and comes back on, but they will lose something. "The blond undead man said again.

"Like your handsome appearance?" Terrence asked.

"Things that are countless times more important than this." The burly undead man said again, "Look, this chatty talker and I are the only ones in our group talking to you. Do you know why?"

"Because they resurrected too many times? Lost a lot of wisdom?" Terrence asked.

"For us humans, what we lose is not humanity, but humanity." The blond undead said solemnly, "Every time you die, you will lose a part of your humanity, gradually forget who you are, and attack all the undead you see for no reason. , we call the undead in this state wandering souls.

If they die again, they may become wandering spirits, but they may never become wandering spirits. I know an undead who has died countless times, but because of his firm belief, he still guards the mountains. "

"And even if they are killed, they will be resurrected when the sun goes out and rises again. Isn't the world outside the mountains full of such irrational wandering souls?" Terrence asked again.

The blond undead nodded, "Our patrol mission is to stay by the bonfire, kill all the wandering spirits who want to break into this mountain, and then throw their bodies into the bonfire and burn them. The flames can kill them completely. "

"Is it sent to the god of the dragon to be roasted by the flame forever?" Terrence asked, this is a legend of Nord, and it is also the reason why Nord people do not accept cremation.

"No, that legend is false. It was killed by the Holy Spirit a long time ago, and the body is still thrown in the palace." The blond undead replied, "The situation in this world is almost like this. Apart from the Holy Spirit, there are some Powerful demigods also protect their worshipers.

But compared to the Holy Spirit, their strength is still limited, and all believers may have to resist those wandering souls wandering outside together. "

Terrence stood still and digested the information. He didn't expect the world of the dead to exist. After exploring countless ruins and tombs, he thought he already knew enough about this world, and even mastered several A method that can sublimate life and become a saint and demigod.

"It took me a long time to get used to it when I first entered this world and listened to those old seniors tell us about these things." The blond undead picked up its black battle ax and sat back by the campfire.

"Excuse me, what are your names, maybe I have seen your names in history books." Terrence also sat by the campfire.

The campfire gave him a very warm and comfortable feeling.

"We are all just nobody, but you can remember our names, even if we have died countless times, maybe you can remember our names and retain some of our humanity.

Even if some famous legendary heroes die countless times, they will not become wandering spirits, and even their appearance will not change, but their personalities will gradually become the same as in the legend. " said the blond undead man.

"Why are you talking so much nonsense?" The burly undead stared at it, and it turned its head and said to Terrence seriously: "Please memorize it carefully, and see if you can make up some stories for us to pass on to the troubadours." .My name is Henry, 'Bull' Henry, and it's 'Smart' Green."

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　Before I knew it, it was 80 words.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)