The Search for the Lost Life

The next day, Mo Bai woke up, and what he saw was Whispering, who was already awake, sitting on a table beside him, eating bread.

Taquilin is almost just a camp, so this hotel is actually more than camping with a roof and a wall. There are several beds surrounded by curtains against the wall, and there is no separate compartment.

As for Whispering, I am a game enthusiast who is used to going to bed late and waking up late, but I have not been able to completely change my sleeping habits here, and I can always sleep until the sun is high before waking up reluctantly.

It is naturally different from Mobai who has been strict with himself since he woke up.

Seeing Mobai get up, Twilight waved her hand happily: "Morning, I walked around Taquilin and received several missions with huge rewards, and one of them is a huge reward!"

Mobai didn't interrupt his murmur, listened to him, touched the egg in his bosom, carefully wrapped it again, fixed it in that corner, and made sure there was no problem, then took the bag and sat down at the table, picked it up from the plate Take a slice of bread.

"Look, our current bag can't hold many things. Although you can occasionally lose the bag when you fight monsters, it's better to save some money and buy a few large-capacity ones." make persistent efforts.

"En." Mobai finally made a sound, it is indeed a problem that the package capacity is too small, just like before in the carriage, she can only hold so few items.

Flipping through the mission logs that Whispering spread out for himself to read, Mobai pointed to one of them: "That's it."

Whispering looked over, and asked embarrassingly: "Why did you choose this? Don't you think zombies and skeletons are scary or disgusting?"

What Mobai chose was obviously to collect the spine powder and rotten essence of the natural disaster undead wandering in the scar of death.Thinking of picking out the spinal cord from a skeleton and smashing it or digging out the heart of a rotting ghoul to extract the essence, it is still hard for Whispers to imagine that Mobai would choose this.

"Are there any aesthetically pleasing monsters or tasks in the Land of Ghosts?" Mobai asked rhetorically.

Whispered and choked, really not.

In this area, there are traces of natural disasters everywhere, everywhere is the Scourge Legion or the wraiths who were killed and bound in this land and could not be freed.

"Okay, so is there any reason for choosing this one?" Whispering asked helplessly, if there is no difference between these tasks, then why did Mobai choose this one again?

"The terrain is flat, and you should be able to collect more." Mobai said the quantity requirements for the two tasks of Spine Dust and Rotten Essence, "Of course, if you like this potion, we can choose to focus on collecting Rotten Essence."

"Evil... Mobai, please spare me, I don't want to eat the potion made from this kind of thing." If it's just a player, you can do anything as long as it has an effect, but now you can't help but look at the rotten essence truthfully. The appearance and even the taste and touch, and then really drink that potion into the stomach...

"A good day starts with a good mood." After eating the last bite of bread, Mobai stood up and smiled, "Let's go?"

"..." Whisper stood up and was about to nod his head and leave with Mobai, but he never thought that there was a burst of crying outside the house.

The voice is no stranger to him, and he followed it for quite a while the day before.

Thinking of that cute little undead who likes to drag his clothes, he shrugged towards Mobai and walked out of the house. What he saw was the little undead standing there crying, and in front of him was a little blood elf girl whom he had never seen before.

"Joyce." Mobai, who also came out, saw the scene, understood it, and whispered the name.

Whispering and thinking for a while, I finally found the owner of this name, and suddenly realized.

"Don't cry, it will disturb me to study with the teacher." The little girl looked at the crying little undead impatiently, and successfully turned the crying of the little undead into sobbing.

Feeling somewhat satisfied at last, Joyce ignored the little undead and walked up the slope outside the hotel to the second floor.

Walking up to the little undead who was still trying to silence himself, he patted him on the shoulder in a whisper.

The little undead looked up at Whisper, and tugged at his clothes: "Brother, Joyce doesn't know me anymore."

Whispering showed an encouraging smile and gave a thumbs up: "Then let her know you again, it's not brave to cry."

Staring blankly at Whispering, after a while, the little undead finally wiped away the tears on his face, and imitated Whispering's appearance and gave a thumbs up: "Well, I will work hard!"

Whispering suddenly felt that there was something about this scene?

Mobai walked behind him and said lightly: "What a silly move."

"..." Well, Whispering finally knows what it feels like, and there are times when he even commits a crime like that with a certain character in a certain Huo X Ninja anime!

Regardless of Whispering's mood, Mobai would not wait for her, and walked directly to the scar of death.

Taquilin is located in the north-central part of the Land of Ghosts, and the part of Death Scar that reaches directly west from here, the wandering undead of natural disasters in it are not too difficult for Mobai and Whispering to deal with.Risen rogues are about the same level as them, and Bone Sentinels are only a level or two above them.

Therefore, this is the most suitable location for Mobai and Whisper to collect quest items.

This time, Mobai has always paid some attention to controlling the blood disease in her body and keeping it around the weapon. Each attack can infect the opponent with the plague and continue to lose blood. She asked herself to control this to become proficient until the final transformation Combat instinct, you don't need to pay special attention to it.

And this task, which only requires constant hacking and killing, is obviously suitable for her.

As for Whispering, he switched to a new weapon from Mobai's pile of spoils, and was also a little excited to feel the feel of the new weapon and the higher damage value.

However, without collecting much, the ground began to vibrate.

One after another dull vibration.

"There's a big thing coming." Mobai said, staring at the northwest side, and at the same time increased his strength to give the ghoul he was dealing with now one last blow, "Dodge first."

"I'm too nervous." Whispering had already finished off the skeleton in front of him, and was bending down to knock off other bones around the spine, intending to remove its spine.

The vibration was getting closer and closer, Mobai took off the spine with a look of reluctance and ran to get the heart of the ghoul she just killed whispered, he first jumped out of the death mark and flashed behind a tree in the east to observe.

Finally, a huge figure was seen on a small road extending into the scar of death.

Mobai had never seen such an ugly and disgusting creature.

There are two huge bodies as tall as Mobai and at least [-] Mobai in width. There are hideous stitching marks everywhere on the body surface, as if they were randomly stitched together from pieces of blue, gray, and yellow skin.

In addition to the legs and hands, an arm protruded from the back of the thick, almost invisible neck.

He held a piece of rusty iron chain in his right hand, a huge hatchet in his left hand, and a hook with a cold light on his back hand.

Looking up, one large and one small eyes without eyelids are angrily turning left and right, and the big mouth that seems to be closed is dripping with viscous liquid.

On Mobai's data interface, there is a huge red letter above its head: Naclelot.

"Phew...it's Nakrelot from the wanted list." A sigh of relief came from not far away.

Mobai looked to the left, and Whisper, who was still stabbing at the corpse of the ghoul before, was standing securely behind a big tree, farther away from the scar of death than himself.

Noticing the gaze cast by Mobai, Whisper almost gave another thumbs up, but quickly suppressed it and said with a smug smile, "Run, it's a good way to kill people and steal goods when traveling at home!"

50.00% acceleration for 15 seconds.

After looking at the description of the sprint skill released by Whispering, Mobai nodded: "It's a very useful skill." In the future, you can let him go if you want to lure monsters to death and grab things.

Whispering only felt a chill behind his back, but he couldn't find the reason, so he had to attribute the problem to Naclelot who made the ground tremble with one step.

"It's really disgusting to see." He muttered, but also admitted that this wanted mission might not be completed by himself and Mobai alone.

The monsters of the same level and one or two levels higher that the two killed before had less than 800 blood points, but the huge red monster in front of them was level 21 and had more than 4000 blood points.

Just finished speaking, Nakrelot, who was "walking" in the scar of death, suddenly rushed towards Whispering, and Whispering opened his mouth so abruptly that he couldn't react for a while.

I saw that Naclelot suddenly swung the iron chain with his right hand and flew straight in the direction of Whispering, but before reaching the position of Whispering, he rushed into a small bush and pulled it back vigorously.

At the other end of the iron chain, there was clearly a blood elf wrapped around it, accompanied by a scream.

Apart from a little peace of mind, Mobai vaguely felt that this scream was somewhat familiar.

However, the current situation does not allow Mobai to be distracted from thinking about this issue.

His eyes were fixed on Nakrelot's movements, and he held his breath and remained motionless, so as not to attract the attention of the huge and terrifying monster on the death scar.

The skill of swinging the iron chain let Mobai know where she is now, once it noticed her, even if she turned around and ran away, she might not be able to escape the iron chain.

As for Nanakrelot, he threw out the iron chain and rolled the blood elf hiding in the bushes, and then tightly bound him with the iron chain and held him up in front of him, showing a ferocious smile. Raising the hook in his hand with one arm, the sharp hook pierced through the blood elf's abdomen and tore a hole with great force.

He lifted it back to the high-altitude hook, and it was clear that there was still a piece of curved intestines hanging on it. The blood dripped on Nakrelot's head, drawing a series of red marks to make his face covered with thick seams even worse. terrible.

The blood elf, who was firmly bound by the iron chain, screamed horribly, but the voice was obviously weaker and much shorter. The disembowelled stomach was bloody and bloody, and there were vaguely red lumps falling on the ground from inside, attracting people around. Wandering undead swarmed over to fight for food.

Lifting the blood elf to the top of his head, he opened his mouth wide and swallowed the dripping blood. Nakrelot let out a laugh like a leak, let go of the iron chain and chopped it down with an axe.

The blood elf was cut in half, and the corpse was swept away by the force of the chopping, separated far away.

Kicking away the ghouls who were licking the blood on the ground around his feet, Nakrelot started to walk south along the trace of death.

The ghouls scattered all over the ground didn't care about their broken limbs, and crawled to the half of the corpse closest to them to eat and devour them.

Whispering feels uncomfortable, and no one will feel comfortable watching such a scene.

He is just an ordinary gamer addicted to the game, because of an accident he ran into this world, but in the end he is still an ordinary person with the cognition cultivated by the legal society.

Facing such a bloody and cruel picture directly gave him a strong shock to his senses.

It's a completely different feeling than sitting in front of a computer and watching those Grim Reaper movies.

He wanted to throw up.

But he could only hold on to the tree trunk to support himself, lower his head and retch.He made noises and made movements in vain, but he couldn't express the nausea that haunted him no matter what.

After a while, Whispering stopped the nausea and retching a little bit, and the brain that recovered some functions suddenly thought, it seems that until now, only the sound of retching has been heard?Where is Mobai who also saw this picture not far away?

He hurriedly turned his head to look for Mobai's figure, and he was relieved when he found her standing where she was.

He wanted to go over to say hello to divert his attention, but soon realized that something was wrong with Mobai.

Unlike him, Mobai stood very straight from the beginning to the end, as stiff as a statue.

Because her complexion was already pale, Whispering now vaguely felt that her complexion was very ugly, and even the way she stretched out her hands to support the tree trunk had a strange feeling.

"Mobai, Mobai?" He tentatively asked, but he didn't ask the phrase "Are you alright?" out of his mouth.

"Huh?" Mobai's answering voice seemed to be nothing special.Except that his face still didn't move when he answered, only the feeling of his eyes sweeping towards the whisper made him feel icy cold.

However, Whispering still proposed as a companion: "Come here first today, shall we go back to Taquilin?"

"En." Finally retracting the hand leaning on the tree trunk, Mobai turned around silently, without looking at the murmur, and walked towards Taquilin first.

The author has something to say: Cough, I'm not strong enough, I can't seem to write the feeling of a certain scene