Something's wrong with my undead

"Anyone who knows me well knows that I had the experience of leaving McCalla once, and it was a total nightmare."

"When I was a mercenary, we often had dealings with people from the Lion Trading House. One of them was a guy named Frank. He always said some irritating words after drinking too much."

"He said we were a bunch of country bumpkins who had never seen the world, like a group of exiled prisoners, poor bastards who had been trapped here for generations."

"But every time he wakes up, he will repeatedly emphasize that these words cannot be spread, otherwise the mercenary group will not be able to get their support, so everyone can only keep their curious thoughts in their stomachs."

"It was only after the disaster that these questions were answered."

"To be honest, we don't know what happened, but Frank was in a panic that day. He said that the magic network was paralyzed - what is the magic network? I don't know. But he found old Mohan and opened a lake servant The Corps can’t refuse the price, let us escort him south.”

"This is a good opportunity to leave McCalla and see the world outside! Not to mention giving back so much money. I still remember how excited I was that day."

"Before departure, Frank invited us all to have a nice meal in the staff restaurant of Lion Trading House, and then spent the whole day bragging to us about how advanced Velitas was, how beautiful it was outside, and how we How lucky and wise."

"But two hours after setting off, just as they were passing Eagle's Head Mountain, he and his wife went crazy."

"The two of them were shouting about 'divorce', 'property division', and 'go to hell' in the carriage, and then they struggled with each other. Then they rushed out of the carriage and attacked other people like crazy."

"Only at that moment did I know that Frank's strength was not inferior to that of Captain Mohan, and so was his wife... not to mention that they also had terrifying weapons in their hands - sold to us by people far more powerful than the Lion King. Trash must be strong."

"When I woke up from the coma, I was the only one in the entire team who survived."

"Most of them were killed by the crazy couple. As for the two of them, they blew each other's heads off."

"I always thought it was some kind of curse, a punishment that the Mekara people would encounter when they escaped from here... living in constant fear."

"But now, I think everyone knows that it is a strange beast."

"It can trigger the most primitive desires deep in people's hearts, amplify distorted thoughts, reach reality from the spirit, and turn evil into reality."

"Before the Lord's speech, we had never seen strange beasts in McCalla, and we didn't even know what the disaster was, but this time I saw it with my own eyes."

"It's like a child's nightmare made out of mud. It has all kinds of weird shapes, but no matter what it is, just looking at it makes people feel uncomfortable."

"And they will really pop out of the cracks out of thin air!"

"The airship we took flew several hundred kilometers eastward on the first day and encountered more than a dozen rifts along the way."

"Imagine that a purple gap suddenly opened in the quiet night sky, like a ferocious mouth, and then strange gray monsters poured out..."

"Even though it has been three days, my scalp still feels numb when I think about it."

"Fortunately, we are well-equipped and have plenty of manpower, especially the two skeletons on your staff..."

"My words are no longer enough to describe their power. Watching them fight is simply a pleasure!"

"And they didn't hesitate to use their physical strength to protect the people on the ship."

"For a moment, I wondered if they were secretly competing with each other..."

"In addition, I finally saw the gap between myself and the 'regular army'. The skill, ability and bravery displayed by those young soldiers are beyond my imagination..."

"My past career as a mercenary seemed to have only given me some dirty jokes and wilderness survival skills. It's really embarrassing to think about it now."

"We have so much to learn, but fortunately it's not too late..."

As he wrote this, Langdon paused for a moment.

He glanced at the 'tea room', but none of the guys responded, which made him feel uneasy.

I wonder if everyone in the tavern likes these stories.

Soon, he saw a reply:

[Roger the Bard]: Go on, Langdon, what is the outside world like? Where did that airship go? Everyone is waiting!

Langdon's hanging heart finally fell to the ground, and he felt extremely excited at the same time.

"The airship flew several hundred kilometers eastward on the first night, and then slowly flew back."

"Because it is flying at a low altitude, the shooters can use the eagle eye technique in batches to search for the elf settlements."

"When we rescue people along the way, we will send a team to leave totem poles there, which are said to be some kind of 'nodes', and then escort these refugees westward back to McCalla."

"In this way, the people rescued later can stay where they are and wait for the team to merge and then move forward together."

"We were very lucky. Just when the airship was about to turn around, we found a village of about fifty people."

"Those elves are dressed in rags. They are incomparable to the guys in Greenleaf Town, and they are even more incomparable to what Frank originally described."

"Frank said that the elves' castles all stand deep in the forest. They are majestic and integrated with the trees. The air is filled with the fragrance of flowers, and you can see trees full of fruit on the roadside. They were created by the elves' magic. If you want to eat Eat as much as you like.”

"He advised us not to pick it, because almost every elf is the most outstanding shooter and will shoot through the thief's hand at the first opportunity. But if we politely say hello to the owner of the fruit tree, the latter will most likely offer us the fruit. , elves are peace-loving and friendly."

"But what's the result?"

"What we saw was obviously a group of beggars who didn't have enough to eat and were dressed in ragged clothes."

"And even though we saved them, these guys are still arrogant."

"I tried to communicate with one of the guys, but he pointed his nostrils at me, as if the air I breathed would pollute him..."

"Is this what elves are like?"

"I have dealt with the elves of Cuiye Court before, but I have never seen them so arrogant."

"They were very excited when they saw the airship, but the guards on the ship stopped them, took out the equipment to scan everyone's heads, and then they found two guys infected by the strange beasts from the group of people - from their Two worms were pulled out of his head, just like the one in the vision the Lord gave his speech."

"I used to be dubious about what the lord said, but now I am more and more convinced that it is true."

"Some kind of disaster has really struck."

"I even have a suspicion that maybe Frank is not completely lying. The elves are indeed who he described, but the disaster made them become like this."

"If people's hearts are broken and they are ungrateful, nothing can be done, just like their magic."

"The forests outside McCalla always give me a sense of silence and depression, as if all the trees here are dead. Maybe this is also a disaster."

"By the way, there's another interesting thing."

"Those guys also called us country bumpkins at first, but the elf soldiers on the ship greeted them in their native dialect, and then pointed to the name strips and rhythms above their heads. Those guys' eyes suddenly widened."

"So the lord really didn't lie to us. Even the elves have never seen Sai Weng's legacy."

"In the past three days, we have saved more than 400 elves. I feel more fulfilled than ever."

"Now I have formed a escort team with the sheep-catching instructor and escorted them back to the Blight Scar from the ground. Tomorrow, I will send them to Greenleaf Town for resettlement."

"With this as the boundary, if we go further north or east, our connection with the other world will become unstable, which means the 'signal' is not very good."

"But the bulletin board said that as long as we move frequently around here, the signal will get better and better in the future. Maybe this is the mission that Sai Weng left us - to carry the fire of civilization far away."

After typing until this point, Langdon felt a dull pain in his head.

He still has enough mental strength, but for the sake of his condition tomorrow, he can almost only talk about it here.

This chat is really mind-consuming.

But when he thought that they were sitting in the tavern arm-in-arm, drinking ale and sharing their knowledge with everyone, he felt a burst of satisfaction and pride for no reason.

"It should be very lively over there."

Thinking this, he couldn't help but take a sip of ale.

Comfortable!

He used to think that magic was a miracle and could do what he imagined.

But now, compared with the legacy left by Sai Weng, magic seems too conservative.

It has done things that it could not even imagine.

This is the real miracle.

Langdon suddenly thought that it would be great if one day he could share what he saw intact.

It is no longer cold words, but as if I have lent my eyes to them...

In this case, maybe he can also see the picture Frank painted - whether it is the Velitas people he blew up to the sky, or the originally kind elves.

I really want to see what that looks like...

Suddenly, there was new movement in the tea room.

[Roger the Bard]: Langdon, a guest gave me a suggestion!

[Roger the Bard]: He asked me to write your story in the "Ebony Town Journal" for everyone to see. Do you agree?