The Righteous Player(s) - Chapter 684

[Chapter 216 Dust to Dust, Earth to Earth]

Such a clear sense of fear.

That extremely strong, extremely cold trembling sensation roamed all over the body, as if icy liquid was poured into the blood vessels – it was cold from the inside out.

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

At a glance, it is known that it is the deity of the skeleton.

He just stood there, and let the players use all their strength to barely turn back –

Longjing Tea’s pupils shrank slightly.

What came into view was the skeleton of a giant that seemed to be three meters high.

But it is completely different from the “thin and dry bones” that players saw when they first saw the skeleton.

He was still wearing a long white cashmere cloak, a pure white triple crown on his head, and a golden weeping mask on his face.

He still wore heavy white metal boots on his feet, and thick white leather gloves reminiscent of bear paws on his hands.

But at this moment, He opened his cloak to both sides.

The bone that was originally like a dead soul, thin and like a shadow, and seemed to disappear at any time, was replaced by a heavy armor that was as majestic as a mountain and unshakable.

The crown on his head seems to be a little old, and the mask on his face is the same, with a little darker traces.

And on his well-maintained pure white armor, there are also some scars.

It looks like a real paladin.

It is not the Lord of the Undead who is the Duke of Skeletons.

But the paladins who died in bloody battles with the undead—

so ironic.

“I recognize you…”

The old and low voice of the skeleton man sounded from under the golden mask: “Annan’s servant…”

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

Seeing that Duke Bone didn’t seem to have any desire to attack them, Longjing Tea was relieved.

For a moment, he thought it was a wandering child who destroyed the ceremonial ground of the skeleton, so he directly parachuted over to start revenge and guard the high ground…

“Don’t worry. I saw that you didn’t destroy the peace of the dead…”

Skeleton The public seemed to have read the idea of Longjing tea, and gave him a vacant look, and made a sound like a sigh.

Longjing tea did not meet the eyes of the bones.

Because the crying face mask didn’t leave enough holes to reveal the eyes—it was not so much a mask as it was a piece of metal that had been branded on the face and fixed its expression like a clown.

Seeing that the skeleton did not attack them immediately, the players immediately became energized.

…So, this is an NPC with a yellow name?

As long as you don’t take the initiative to attack, you shouldn’t be an enemy, right?

That’s great…

Longjing Tea was deeply relieved.

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

Maybe it was because it was actually chocolate’s body, or it was simply because the skeleton man didn’t have a strong sense of oppression on animals.

The first to wake up from the shock was Dove in serval form.

She walked to Duke Skeleton and boldly wrapped around his legs.

With the growth of Chocolate, Dove is now a big cat with a height of more than half a meter – her body size and the increase in attributes brought by the feedback of the body are

already enough to easily hunt humans.

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

But in front of the Skeleton Man, who was twice as tall as the Arthurian, Dove looked like an ordinary pet cat.

The Skeleton Man glanced at her, but didn’t kick her away.

Instead, he looked deeply at the homeless child.

“The elf…”

He whispered with some nostalgia: “I haven’t seen it for a long time. The ring of the elf.”

“…Have you seen this thing?” It

was the homeless child who spoke.

He asked nervously: “This is… the inheritance I got from the relics of the elves.”

“Naturally I have seen it. In my time, the ring was the glory.” The

skeleton still said in short sentences. talking.

Not because he couldn’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 rings. Because elves are the people of snakes.” The

skeleton replied calmly: “The will of the snake is in all the rings.”

He raised his hand and made a random move.

There is no manifestation of the curse pattern, or even the fluctuation of the curse.

The steps on the ground automatically melted again—like turning back time, they reverted to a doorless wall.

The only difference was that the dust that had been dispersed did not gather again.

The skeleton did not continue to explain the elf’s question, but turned around.

“Come with me,”

he said.

When the voice fell, he no longer hesitated.

He went deeper, darker and darker.

Dove followed Duke Bone for the first time—a cat body shining with broken light, lightly following the giant, illuminating the way for others.

His heavy metal boots shouldn’t have the kind of crunch that comes from stepping on snow when stepping on dust.

In other words… Judging from the skeleton’s three-meter-tall body, there should probably only be the sound of a huge iron block roaring to the ground.

He should bring a sense of oppression as heavy and irreversible as a road roller.

But…

Longjing Tea took a deep look at Duke Skeleton.

Is this very light sound, does he not want to damage the ground here?

Or is it because there are only a bunch of skeletons left inside this thick armor…

With a move in his heart, he took two steps forward and asked boldly: “Master Skeleton

… do we need to clean up the dust here?

”

The old voice: “Dust returns to dust, dirt returns to dirt…”

It was a sigh-like voice.

Players follow the giant paladins one storey high.

The light shining from the serval’s body reflected on the metal armor, giving off a dazzling glow.

But these lights were still too little, too dim – so that the shadows cast over the larger area of the Skeleton’s body appeared darker than darkness.

People move on in silence.

Through tomb after tomb, equally silent.

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

That is a sense of vicissitudes that cannot be felt when visiting the historical sites of the past.

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The historical ancient cities he has visited are far older than the Duchy of Mourning Song… but they are far less terrifying than these tombs.

Because on the edge of the “old city”, you can always see “not so ancient” surrounding buildings.

It was the dread of peeking into the cracks of history—like falling from the cracks in the world to the depths.

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

Pieces of small buildings, like garages, lie quietly under the city.

Maybe it’s according to family genealogy, or according to marriage or friendship…

Looking at these tombs, Longjing Tea is in a trance, and seems to see the giants of the former Mourning Song Principality, very calm – even Perhaps it was the decision with a smile that he should be buried where and with whom he should be buried 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.

Logically speaking… shouldn’t these corpses be pulled into the body of the skeleton man?

“This is my hometown.”

Suddenly, without warning.

The skeleton spoke openly.

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

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