Such a clear sense of fear.

The extremely intense, cold shiver ran through the body, as if cold liquid was being pumped into the veins—it was cold from within.

Laziness paralyzes the muscles of the body, and despair blocks thinking.

At a glance, it was the skeleton deity.

He just stood there and made the players use all his strength to barely get back-

Longjing Tea's pupils constricted slightly.

In front of you, the skeleton of a giant that looked like it was three meters tall.

However, it is completely different from the "thin and dry bones" that players see when they first see the skeleton.

He still wears a long white cashmere cloak, a pure white triple crown on his head, and a golden weeping mask on his face. He still wears heavy white metal boots and white leather gloves reminiscent of bear paws.

But now He opened his cloak to both sides.

The dry bones that were originally like a ghost, thin to the point of being like a shadow, and seemed to disappear at any time, were replaced by a heavy armor that was as towering as a mountain rock and could not be shaken.

The crown on his head seemed to be a little old, and the mask on his face was the same, with a little more dark marks. And his well-maintained pure white armor also showed some scars.

It looks like a real paladin.

It's not the Lord of the Dead who is a skeleton.

It's a paladin who died in a bloody battle with the undead—

So ironic.

"I Know Your ......"

The old and deep voice of the Skeleton Gong sounded from under the golden mask: "Servant of Annan......"

Perhaps because the inside of the armor was empty, there was a strange echo.

Seeing that the Skeleton Gong didn't seem to have the desire to attack them, Long Jingcha breathed a sigh of relief.

For a moment before, he thought that it was a wandering child who had destroyed the Skeleton Lord's ritual ground, so he directly parachuted in and began to take revenge and defend the high ground......

"Don't worry. I see that you have not disturbed the peace of the dead......"

As if reading Longjing Tea's thoughts, the Skeleton Gong glanced at him and let out a sound like a sigh.

Longjing Tea did not make contact with the gaze of the Skeleton Gong.

Because the weeping face mask didn't leave enough holes to reveal the eyes—not so much a mask, but a clown-like piece of metal that had been burned into the face.

And seeing that the skeleton man did not attack them immediately, the players immediately became energetic.

…… So, this is a yellow-named NPC?

As long as you don't take the initiative to attack, you won't become an enemy, right?

That's great......

Longjing Tea breathed a deep sigh of relief.

In his panic just now, he thought he was going to be beaten by the skeleton......

Maybe it's because it's actually chocolate's body, or simply because the skeleton doesn't have a strong sense of oppression on animals. The first to wake up from the shock was Dove in the form of a serval.

She walked over to the skeleton and boldly wrapped it around his legs.

As Chocolate grows, Dove is now a big cat over half a meter tall - the increase in attributes that comes from her size and the feedback from her body is enough to easily hunt humans.

It can be said that three warriors of the same rank may not be able to defeat this cat.

But in front of the skeleton male, who was twice the height of the Aserland, Dove looked like an ordinary pet cat.

The Skeleton Male glanced at her and didn't kick her away. Instead, he looked deeply at the homeless children.

"Elven ......"

He whispered in a somewhat nostalgic voice, "I haven't seen it in a long time." The Elven's Ring. ”

“…… Have you ever seen this thing? ”

It is the stray children themselves who speak. He asked nervously, "Is this ...... The legacy I have gained from the relics of the elves. ”

"Naturally. In my time, the ring was glory. ”

The Skeleton Man still speaks in the form of short sentences.

It's not because he can't speak more coherently.

It's that He speaks too little...... When it comes to "modern" grammar, he has to think about what to say.

"The elves worship the ring. For the elves are the people of the serpent. ”

The skeleton replied fairly, "The serpent's will is in all the rings." ”

I saw him raise his hand and make a gesture with his hand.

There is no manifestation of the curse, not even the fluctuation of the curse. The steps on the ground melted back on their own—like going back in time, and reverted to a doorless wall.

The only difference is that the dust that has been dispersed does not gather again.

Instead of continuing to explain the elf's question, the Skeleton Male turned away.

"Follow me."

He said.

When the voice fell, he no longer hesitated.

He went deeper, darker, and lightless. Dove was the first to follow the Skeleton Male, a sparkling cat body, and a light path for the giants.

His heavy metal boots crunched on dust that shouldn't have been the kind of snow you would have had when you stepped on it. Or rather...... Judging by the three-meter-tall size of the skeleton, I am afraid that there should only be the sound of a huge iron block roaring to the ground.

He should bring a sense of oppression that is as heavy as a steamroller and cannot be disobeyed.

But......

Long Jing Tea glanced deeply at the skeleton male.

Was this extremely soft sound because he didn't want to destroy the ground here?

Or is it because there is only a string of bones left inside this heavy armor......

His heart moved, and he took two steps forward and asked boldly, "Skeleton Male...... Need we clean up the dust over here? ”

"Not necessarily."

The skeletal male did not reply to the low, echoing old voice: "Dust to dust, dust to dust......"

It was like a sigh.

Players follow a giant paladin that is one story high.

The light that shone on the serval's body refracted on the metal armor and emitted a dazzling glow. But the light was still too little, too dim—so much so that the shadows cast on the larger body area of the skeleton seemed darker than the darkness.

People walked in silence.

Walk through one tomb after another that is equally silent.

Obviously, there are no undead here, but Longjing Tea still feels chills down his spine.

It is a sense of vicissitudes that you can't feel when you visit the places of interest of the past.

- It's "popularity".

Longjing tea quickly captured that feeling.

The historic cities he visited were far older than the Duchy of Mourning...... But it's nowhere near as frightening as these tombs. Because on the edge of the "ancient city", you can always see the surrounding buildings that are "not so ancient".

It was the fear of peeking into a crack in history – like falling deeper through a crack in the world.

Mourning Song is not so much an ancient city as an ancient tomb.

Small garage-like buildings are grouped together, lying quietly under the city. Maybe it's according to family genealogy, or marriage or partnership......

Looking at the tombs one by one, Longjing Tea seemed to see the giants of the former Duchy of Mourning, calming down - maybe even laughing and deciding where he should be buried and who he should be next to after his death.

Then they entered the covered tomb in an orderly manner, ingested the poison, and waited for others to seal their "lid".

…… But.

It stands to reason...... Shouldn't these corpses have all been pulled into the skeleton's body?

"This is my hometown."

Suddenly, without warning.

The skeleton spoke openly.

"This is where I was born and died. It is also the place where I died and was reborn. ”

Like every old man who remembers his hometown and nostalgia for his old relationship, he tells the stories of the past to young people who are not familiar with him.