Something's wrong with my undead

Marcus snapped out of his trance.

He looked down at his feet and suddenly found that the mottled stone slabs looked familiar.

When he raised his head, he suddenly noticed that the surrounding buildings were "growing".

Starting from the foundation, a three-story house nearly ten meters high appeared in the blink of an eye.

"That trading house at the corner of the street? No, I remember that building was built more than three hundred years ago. The outer walls should be covered with vines..."

As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, the wall was covered with a layer of green vegetation.

Marcus was stunned for a few seconds before he realized what the dwarf meant by his previous words.

"Adjusting dreams... They actually mastered this terrible spell. Are they going to create another Nibra City?"

he murmured.

Suddenly, he saw a demonic figure and trembled instinctively——

The legendary red-hooded skeleton! ?

That is a terrible demon passed down from word to mouth by the existing members of Cuiye Court.

It is said that under the opponent's red turban is a skull head. It comes and goes without a trace on the battlefield, and its methods are ruthless. Moreover, one person can control the ballista and point it at people!

Even the necromancers on the Ashes Front aren't so cruel!

Teacher Xia turned around sharply and faced the guy staring at him.

Look at your mother...

"What are you looking at?"

he asked politely.

"I met you in Cuiye Court."

Marcus immediately made the most polite gesture.

He had already filled in all his information through my Kara just now, and he knew he couldn't hide it from the other party.

Teacher Xia suddenly came closer and looked at Marcus carefully.

He always felt like he knew this face.

If you add a little beard to him, his eyes will be a little more vicissitudes...

What the hell!

Marcus! ?

An idea immediately popped out:

"Do you know Sandy from the Gray Swan Tavern?" he asked.

Marcus was stunned: "Yes, I know him."

An elf with a mole on his chest immediately appeared in his mind, and then his past with the landlady also came to mind.

As soon as this thought passed by, a surprised voice came from behind.

"Marcus?"

He turned around and saw Sandy standing in front of him.

She still looked plump and wore a low-cut linen blouse with an overstretched button.

Half of the drunkards in the Gray Swan Tavern come here for this button.

"It's really you!"

Sandy twisted her waist and came to him and said angrily: "Dear Marcus, where have you been fooling around all these years? Why don't you come back to see me?"

"I……"

Marcus broke into a cold sweat as soon as he opened his mouth.

He remembered that the dwarf had told him not to think about such things.

But the more he thought about it, the more detailed he became.

At this time, a cold voice came from the side.

"I saw this woman and she died."

Marcus was stunned and raised his head in disbelief.

The one who spoke was a paladin, staring at Sandy with a complicated expression.

"I remember her being blown away by Percival's holy light impact. All the bones in her body were broken, and she died before she even hit the ground."

As he described, the landlady in front of him suddenly flew backwards, her body was horribly deformed, and she was bleeding in the air. When she landed, she rolled a few times like a rag doll and fell into deathly silence.

The scene was more detailed than anything Marcus could imagine.

A strong sadness flashed through his heart, as if even the other person's memory had become blurred.

Yes, the last time I saw Sandy was more than thirty years ago. A lot of things may have happened during this period...

He silently raised his eyes and took a deep look at the paladin, as if to remember his appearance.

Hall did not respond to the burning gaze.

He stepped forward and half-knelt in front of Sandy's body. His fingers were stained with blood, and he drew a prayer mark burning with holy flames on the ground.

"May your soul rest in peace."

he whispered.

After doing all this, he stood up and walked elsewhere.

Marcus looked at his back.

As the paladin walked through this ancient street, the houses on both sides suffered varying degrees of damage.

One after another, people he seemed to remember but couldn't remember clearly appeared among the ruins, staring at each other with horrified eyes.

Marcus was shocked...

What on earth... happened in Nibla City?

"More than ten days ago, something happened there and many people died."

Teacher Xia explained concisely and concisely.

He originally wanted to comfort the other person, but his vocabulary was just that, so he simply pretended to be deep.

"is that so……"

Marcus said sadly: "Thank you for telling me this."

"So do you know Mesa?"

"Mesa?"

Marcus recalled another beautiful figure——

"Dear Marcus?"

A twin-tailed elf mercenary appeared on the street corner and ran over excitedly.

Marcus waved hurriedly: "No, I don't know you, I'm not Marcus..."

He waved to Teacher Xia again: "Please stop teasing me..."

"Where are Zuzana and Fagil?"

Marcus: "No-"

Although he resisted with his mouth, his mind honestly recalled the appearance of these women one after another.

In the blink of an eye, five elves of different heights, short, fat and thin appeared in front of them.

Although they have all kinds of differences, without exception, they were all once wives and later became widows.

As a philanthropic person, Marcus is determined to bring joy to every widow and hunts tauren steadfastly, so he is nicknamed "Tai Le" by players.

But Totole is almost desperate now.

He knew that if he allowed these people to stay together, he would definitely be doomed, and they would definitely—

"What do you care about Marcus's name?"

"I still want to ask you, why are you so enthusiastic?"

"Both shrews, shut up!"

"I think you are the most like a shrew!"

Sure enough, they started to quarrel.

Marcus looked hopeless.

He simply gritted his teeth and stamped his feet, sneaking, moistening!

However, before he could take two steps, he was grabbed out of thin air.

Still that damn red turban.

"Spare me..." Marcus was completely convinced: "Why...do you know all these dirty things about me? Can you even investigate these?"

Of course it's because I sent 24 fucking love letters to these fucking lovers of yours! Only you are willing to help me unlock the sixth level of unlocking and treasure identification skills!

Teacher Xia shouted in his heart.

Of course, these words cannot be said.

But this did not affect his feeling very comfortable at the moment.

He patted the other party's shoulder:

"No, Marcus, these experiences of yours are very important, because no one knows the gray industry of Nibra City better than you, and no one knows the rat nests and dog holes of Nibra better than you. You understand me. I mean"

Marcus was stunned.

His expression became solemn and showed a hint of struggle.

After a few seconds of silence, he slowly said:

"McCalla...is he going to invade Foggy Bottom?"

"No, it's salvation."

Teacher Xia replied.

"We are going to save the elves of Nibla City."

...

At the same time, the reconstruction of the entire Nibra City is proceeding in an orderly manner.

Whether it is the elf refugees or the soldiers from Cuiye Court, their main purpose of appearing here is to "cover the truth" for the players.

In fact, the memories of Teacher Xia and Mr. Sa are enough.

Because Nibla City was one of the few mission centers after the Void Disaster, it left a deep impression on these two people, especially Teacher Xia.

He stepped on almost every floor tile and roof tile here, even every corner of the prison.

But because the memories of the two are too advanced, they need the memories of the indigenous people as a basis, and they can help fill in the details.

The three paladins represented by Hall are the biggest variables.

After Gam's therapy and Gawain's education, they are now completely awake.

But they did, under the control of the Holy Light's will, take action against civilians contaminated with necromancy, causing huge casualties.

So the three of them entered the dream with an attitude of atonement, recalling the destruction they had caused.

It's like self-judgment.

Considering that elves rely on inertia most of the time, this layer of variables should not affect the results too much.

As a result, people continue to be "born" and then die with the sentence "died".

There are also buildings rising from the ground, only to collapse in the blink of an eye.

Rebirth and disintegration, nostalgia and passing, in an indescribable atmosphere, a Nibla city that only exists in "memory" was completed.