Three Philosophical Questions for Travelers

Dreyer knew that the necromancers hid the real temple underground, and it was said that the place was extremely weird, as terrifying as a vapor layer hell.Dreyer didn't know what it was like underground, but the scene on the ground was disgusting enough.He endured the pungent smell of corruption, bypassed the dirty sewage, and came to the gate of the temple.

At the door stood two dead men with glazed eyes.Necromancers inject potions into living people, depriving them of their consciousness and thoughts, and turning them into living dead who are more obedient than slaves.Legend has it that ancient necromancers could use real corpses to make walking corpses, but this technique has been lost.

"I want to see your president, so I said that the businessman Delaire Hanslock asked to see him, and there is a business to discuss."

The living dead looked straight at Dreyer's forehead, and then turned his body stiffly - he started from the head, then the neck, then the waist, and finally the knees and feet. Wring the towel with one hand.Can this kind of thing really be used to do things?Dryer is skeptical about the efficiency of the living dead.

He watched a living dead man enter the temple, and the guy came back a moment later with slow steps.Then he raised his arm and pointed to the stairs behind him, beckoning Dreyer to go in.

The stairs are very gloomy, and you can vaguely see blue light swimming in the depths.Dreyer stepped down the steps cautiously. He subconsciously supported the wall with his hands, but his hands were slippery.He was startled, and hastily withdrew his hands, only to see that his hands were covered with dark green mucus, and he didn't know what it was.There are evil doors everywhere in this place, he didn't dare to touch it, so he walked straight in.

The Necromancer Temple is very deep, and the stairs are in a spiral shape. Going down layer by layer, it seems to be going to hell.That's strange, Delaire thought, wouldn't it be troublesome for them to go in and out of a place like this?

The living dead who accompanied him carried blue lanterns to light his way.At first there was a dead silence here, but gradually, he heard the rhythmic sound of iron hammering coming from inside.

It must have been a musical sound, but he couldn't be sure.

Lame Dreyer, II

Lame Dreyer, II

The stairs gradually became gentler, and he came to an underground platform.The scene on the platform was extremely weird, he had never seen anything like it.

This square can accommodate about 500 people. In the center there is a high platform made of various bones. There are ten living dead people on it. The pattern of flesh and blood is more bloody and painful than tattoos.At this moment, these living dead are playing some kind of musical instrument.

Each of them has a strange musical instrument in their hands, including a big drum made of steel, a harp made of ribs and some kind of tendon, a silver triangle, a shiny water organ... and some Dreyer can't name it .They were playing music, which was violent, with rapid drum beats and indistinguishable beats, and the band of ten living dead continued to make this kind of noise-like music.Dreyer could tell that these living dead were not playing randomly, they were very organized, and even highly skilled, but Dreyer couldn't appreciate this kind of music.

Beside the ten living dead stood a few even stranger people.Most of these people are shirtless, their skin is pale, and their bodies are thin. They have pierced lips, tongues, cochleas, and faces, and hang magical silver rings; their thin chests are painted with spiders and bone dragons. That is "Spider Goddess and Bone Dragon", gods worshiped by necromancers.

These people are probably necromancers.

At this moment, they were listening intently to the performance of the living dead above, and Dreyer stood watching from a distance, not knowing whether to go up and disturb them.Just as he was hesitating, he heard a man with a bone dragon painted on his chest shouting, "Stop!"

Then the music stopped abruptly.

The man raised his arm, the silver bracelet rattled, and he shouted angrily: "Drum, the drum is wrong again! It's a wrong beat, what did I say before? The drummer is the skeleton of the entire soul band, It’s the soul! You got the drums wrong, what music are you making?” He pointed to a necromancer with a goatee below, and said, “How many times have I said that art is more rigorous than magic! Do it all over again!" The man waved his hand and said, "Kill it, don't want this one, change another one and re-tune the sound." After he finished speaking, a dead spirit in the audience The mage went up to the stage and killed the undead drummer with a knife. After that, he ordered other undead to take the body away, and immediately a new undead took the place of the drummer.

The mage with the bone dragon tattoo said: "Kari, you go on to tune-teach the drummer, and I'm going to do something. An hour later, I asked the band to play again. The doomsday carnival is less than half a year away, you have to hurry up!"

"Yes, Lord Aridan!"

Afterwards, the man with the bone dragon tattoo turned around and walked towards Delaire, who quickly saluted and said, "I've seen Lord Aridan!"

The man nodded and said, "Survivor, let's talk in another place."

Dreyer followed him in, and they passed cells full of the living dead, green pools of spiders and poisonous snakes, a wine cellar, and eventually a meeting room inside.

Dreyer did not expect that there would be such a gloomy place in the south where midsummer came.The meeting room was covered with hair carpets and human skin lampshades on the oil lamps. He felt that he was in the same room with countless dead souls.At this time, the man named Aridan said to him: "Don't be afraid, the living, the dead are nothing to be afraid of. The dead are the meat on the plate. Please sit down." He pulled a chair for Dreyer, The chair was made of old black vines, and it smelled of pungent grease, which made people sick.Dreyer suspected it was the smell of corpse oil.

Why decorate the room with so many dead people?Delair thought to himself.

Counting Dreyer, there are five people in the room, all necromancers with silver ornaments.All of these people have more or less necrosis. Part of their muscle tissue has died, disappeared, and their bones are exposed, but they all seem to be in a good state of mind. Obviously, this is not a disease, but a necromancer. their special state.

"Dreyer Hanslock?" Aridan asked him.

"Yes, my lord."

"You said you have business to discuss? Let's hear it." The man crossed his legs, and Dreyer saw that his calf and half of his right foot had exposed bones. The wound was cleaned very cleanly, and the bones seemed to be painted Some kind of powder with a beautiful silvery sheen.

Although the other party looked strange, but his conversation seemed to be a person who could talk about things. In this case, Dreyer told him the prepared lines.Delaire told him that the Night God Blessing Casino has collapsed and is now waiting for someone to take over the casino. Whoever can take over the casino can earn thousands of gold every year.And now I have a way to help you win this casino, would you like to cooperate?

After he finished speaking, Aridan whispered a few words with the others.What they were talking about was necromancer slang, and Dreyer couldn't understand it, but judging from the expressions on the other side, these mages must be tempted.After a while, Aridan said to him: "It's not impossible to cooperate, but before we do that, we need to see your sincerity."

Dreyer handed over the gold coins and said, "We are poor people and can't afford more. But I can guarantee that after cooperation, you will get hundreds of times more than this."

Aridan took a small bag of gold coins and threw them aside without looking at them. He said, "Gold coins cannot represent sincerity. You should know, the living ones, that necromancers have their rules."

Dreyer had a bad premonition in his heart, "Then tell me what to do."

Aridan didn't answer right away. He poured a glass of wine from the table, which was green and sticky.Aridan took a long swig, and Dreyer felt creepy hearing the wine hiss in his mouth.

At this time, Aridan suddenly asked him a strange question, and said, "Survivor, how are your teeth?"

Dreyer was very surprised and said, "It's okay, what's wrong?"

"That's good." Aridan waved his hand and said, "Bring it up."

Speaking of which, someone opened the clay jar in the corner of the house, and then he put on a very thick hard leather glove, and touched it carefully, and then Dreyer heard a rustling sound from the jar.He took a closer look and saw that the man came out with a spider the size of a fist.

The man brought the spider over. It was gray-black in color, fat and round like an egg, with curved bristles growing on its eight legs, and its mouthparts kept opening and closing.He had never seen anything so horrible in the Baylands.

Aridan put the spider in front of Dreyer and said:

"Eat it."

Wretched Dreyer, Three

Wretched Dreyer, Three

"what?"

"This is the blessing of the Spider Goddess, the living." Aridan had no expression on his gray face, "If you eat this, we will believe in your sincerity and treat you as one of our own."

Dreyer swallowed as he looked at the thing, thinking about how he would eat the clawed, bristly, pulpy thing, and imagining how it would feel to eat it.

Physiologically speaking, he must not be able to eat.But Dreyer is a very rational person, and his rationality is enough to overcome physical discomfort.

But he was not reconciled and just ate it.

He took the spider and pinched it with two fingers. He smiled and said, "Blessing from the Spider Goddess? So, you have all been blessed, right?"

"Of course."

Dreyer grinned, and said, "Then which one of you will eat one for me to see?"

Aridan said: "We have already eaten, there is no need to eat again."

"Lord Aridan, you want sincerity from me, but you also have to be sincere. Sincerity is relative, right? Sincerity is relative, and we can be honest with each other. Only in the future can we rest assured of each other. Let me put it this way, if you If someone dares to eat it, then I will, and vice versa!" Dreyer raised the spider and said loudly, "If none of you dare to eat it, then what else should I eat?"

Aridan nodded, then waved to the Necromancer next to him, and said, "Show him our sincerity."

The man was also unambiguous, took one from the jar, put it in his mouth and chewed it.The spider couldn't swallow it in one bite, and half of its body was still struggling outside his mouth. He chewed it creakingly, and the green juice flowed down the corner of his mouth, which was very disgusting.After the man bite the bullet and ate one, he said to Dreyer, "It's your turn!"

"it is good!"

Dreyer is a ruthless person, ruthless to others, and even more ruthless to himself.He thought to himself: If you can eat, I can!Immediately, he stuffed the spider into his mouth and started chewing.The spider's outer skin is very tough, and the juice inside is bitter to death. The most terrifying thing is that it has been wriggling and struggling in its mouth.This thing is easy to put in the mouth, hard to chew, and even harder to swallow.But this time, he has no way of retreating. If he can't eat this spider, let alone the business can't be done, he will stay if he doesn't do well.

He chewed more than 100 times before swallowing the spider.His mouth was full of sourness, and he vaguely felt that there were spiders wriggling in his stomach and throat.Thinking of this, the juice in his throat rippled out.He suppressed the breath and held it back, but didn't spit it out.

At this moment, Aridan finally showed a smile on his deathly face, "How is it?"

"It's too bitter," Dreyer said, with green juice dripping from the corner of his mouth, "It's better to fry it next time."

"Ha! You're qualified, you're qualified!" Aridan stood up, and he kissed Delaire hard on the forehead, and Delaire felt his lips were as cold as ice.

Aridan said: "Welcome to the Necromancer Association! Now, let's formally discuss business!"

"Okay, thank you sir!"

"Go, change another place."

ah?Also change places?Dreyer was wondering, seeing that those people had already walked out of the room, he had no choice but to follow.

They left the room, and within a short distance, they came to a place with dim red lights.There were noisy voices inside, some people were laughing, some people were banging on the table, and there was even the sound of necromantic music.It's like a noisy tavern—is there a tavern in this kind of place?Delaire thought in surprise.

There is still.

The Temple of the Necromancer is unique.In the innermost part is a tavern that can accommodate more than 200 people. There are no living dead slaves here, and the waiters are all women.These women are all in good shape, dressed in sexy clothes, and some even don't wear clothes.The dark red gem lamps flickered, and there was a band of living dead playing violent music on the stage of the tavern. The air was full of women's sweat and wine, which made people itch.

"My friend, pick a woman you like!" Aridan put his hand on Dreyer's shoulder.It was only then that Dreyer realized that there was only a bone left of his index finger.Damn, has your dick turned bone too?Delair thought to himself.

Dreyer laughed and said, "My lord will enjoy it, but ordinary people can't enjoy it in this place!"

"This is the gift of death to the living, come on, friend." He pulled Dreyer into a compartment separated by a screen, and everyone sat at the edge of the table, and then a few girls ran away When he came over, Aridan waved his hand and said, "Call the white woman."

A waitress with orange hair shouted inside: "Call Pale Beauty!"

Pale Beauty, Dreyer had heard of.They were high-class prostitutes from Liquor City. It was said that the price of a night was ten times that of ordinary prostitutes.In fact, they are no different from ordinary ones. At most, they are better in shape, more fragrant, and more skilled in work, so they are not worth ten times.What really made their worth skyrocket was their skin color—the pale skin was the color of the nobles in the wine city, and people were proud of it.

After a while, several well-dressed women came.These "pale beauties" don't wear heavy makeup and pose like prostitutes outside. They either dress up like nuns or noble ladies, but they don't look like women anyway.The women stood neatly in a row around the table and saluted together.

Aridan made a gesture, and each girl chose a benefactor, who sat next to them.The woman next to Dreyer was about 20 years old and wrapped herself up in a nun's robe.He suddenly thought of the saint Laya, and immediately thought: Oh, no wonder, the last prostitute is not interesting, but the last holy nun is another story.

That woman's skin is morbidly pale. Dreyer knows that this kind of woman has to take medicinal baths every day and control her diet precisely in order to maintain this weird skin color, so they generally don't live to be 30 years old—ha!If Lord Haiwen were here, these girls would have to be liberated.

The woman gently put her hand on the back of Delaire's hand. The pale beauty's hand was slender and smooth, but she only had nine fingers, which made Delaire a little strange.But Dreyer didn't dare to mess around. It's not that he is decent, but he thinks that he can't take other people's things now--before the business is negotiated, don't touch anything given by others, otherwise if the negotiation collapses Yes, then it will be easy for others to take advantage of it later.

Dreyer didn't have much money on him, and the pale beauty might get several gold coins in one night, which he couldn't afford.

The woman poured wine for him, but he didn't drink it, he just held the wine glass for a show.At this time Aridan spoke up and said, "The living Dreyer, since we are all our own people, let's just talk about it. Night God blesses this casino, I have wanted it for a long time, but when it comes to Wolf Rock He has already spent a lot of money, if we bid with him, it is not impossible, but this is too bad, the gain outweighs the loss; secondly, the casino is in the territory of the Langshi people, if I really snatch the casino from them, the future of Langshi Some people come here every day to make trouble, and this casino can't continue. In the end, I don't have anyone who is suitable to manage the casino, and necromancers are not suitable for publicity, so..."

"So I can solve these three problems for you." Dreyer said with a smile.

Aridan embraced a pale beauty in his teens and said, "Let's hear it."

Wretched Dreyer, four

Wretched Dreyer, Three

"what?"

"This is the blessing of the Spider Goddess, the living." Aridan had no expression on his gray face, "If you eat this, we will believe in your sincerity and treat you as one of our own."

Dreyer swallowed as he looked at the thing, thinking about how he would eat the clawed, bristly, pulpy thing, and imagining how it would feel to eat it.

Physiologically speaking, he must not be able to eat.But Dreyer is a very rational person, and his rationality is enough to overcome physical discomfort.

But he was not reconciled and just ate it.

He took the spider and pinched it with two fingers. He smiled and said, "Blessing from the Spider Goddess? So, you have all been blessed, right?"

"Of course."

Dreyer grinned, and said, "Then which one of you will eat one for me to see?"

Aridan said: "We have already eaten, there is no need to eat again."

"Lord Aridan, you want sincerity from me, but you also have to be sincere. Sincerity is relative, right? Sincerity is relative, and we can be honest with each other. Only in the future can we rest assured of each other. Let me put it this way, if you If someone dares to eat it, then I will, and vice versa!" Dreyer raised the spider and said loudly, "If none of you dare to eat it, then what else should I eat?"

Aridan nodded, then waved to the Necromancer next to him, and said, "Show him our sincerity."

The man was also unambiguous, took one from the jar, put it in his mouth and chewed it.The spider couldn't swallow it in one bite, and half of its body was still struggling outside his mouth. He chewed it creakingly, and the green juice flowed down the corner of his mouth, which was very disgusting.After the man bite the bullet and ate one, he said to Dreyer, "It's your turn!"

"it is good!"

Dreyer is a ruthless person, ruthless to others, and even more ruthless to himself.He thought to himself: If you can eat, I can!Immediately, he stuffed the spider into his mouth and started chewing.The spider's outer skin is very tough, and the juice inside is bitter to death. The most terrifying thing is that it has been wriggling and struggling in its mouth.This thing is easy to put in the mouth, hard to chew, and even harder to swallow.But this time, he has no way of retreating. If he can't eat this spider, let alone the business can't be done, he will stay if he doesn't do well.

He chewed more than 100 times before swallowing the spider.His mouth was full of sourness, and he vaguely felt that there were spiders wriggling in his stomach and throat.Thinking of this, the juice in his throat rippled out.He suppressed the breath and held it back, but didn't spit it out.

At this moment, Aridan finally showed a smile on his deathly face, "How is it?"

"It's too bitter," Dreyer said, with green juice dripping from the corner of his mouth, "It's better to fry it next time."

"Ha! You're qualified, you're qualified!" Aridan stood up, and he kissed Delaire hard on the forehead, and Delaire felt his lips were as cold as ice.

Aridan said: "Welcome to the Necromancer Association! Now, let's formally discuss business!"

"Okay, thank you sir!"

"Go, change another place."

ah?Also change places?Dreyer was wondering, seeing that those people had already walked out of the room, he had no choice but to follow.

They left the room, and within a short distance, they came to a place with dim red lights.There were noisy voices inside, some people were laughing, some people were banging on the table, and there was even the sound of necromantic music.It's like a noisy tavern—is there a tavern in this kind of place?Delaire thought in surprise.

There is still.

The Temple of the Necromancer is unique.In the innermost part is a tavern that can accommodate more than 200 people. There are no living dead slaves here, and the waiters are all women.These women are all in good shape, dressed in sexy clothes, and some even don't wear clothes.The dark red gem lamps flickered, and there was a band of living dead playing violent music on the stage of the tavern. The air was full of women's sweat and wine, which made people itch.

"My friend, pick a woman you like!" Aridan put his hand on Dreyer's shoulder.It was only then that Dreyer realized that there was only a bone left of his index finger.Damn, has your dick turned bone too?Delair thought to himself.

Dreyer laughed and said, "My lord will enjoy it, but ordinary people can't enjoy it in this place!"

"This is the gift of death to the living, come on, friend." He pulled Dreyer into a compartment separated by a screen, and everyone sat at the edge of the table, and then a few girls ran away When he came over, Aridan waved his hand and said, "Call the white woman."

A waitress with orange hair shouted inside: "Call Pale Beauty!"