The Righteous Player(s) - Chapter 869

[Chapter 392 The Dancer of Death Throat]

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Even though they were walking among the ruins of elves thousands of years ago, Maria and the others did not feel depressed or afraid because of it.

It has been damaged to such an extent that no trace of the city can be seen.

It looks like the ruins of an ancient civilization thousands of years ago with only broken walls, and it looks like a post-war city that was washed away by missiles.

The original shape of the building is almost invisible.

I can’t even tell whether a certain fallen wall was originally here, and half of it disappeared…or this side just flew over from somewhere.

“that is……”

Maria was stunned for a moment and stopped in place.

The surrounding wind brought her more news.

A very soft whisper sounded in her ear.

It was the remnants of the invisible… an influence called “Elegant Whisper”.

It was as if there was an illusion of wind blowing through her ears—Maria’s hair was automatic without wind.

She turned around and found a pure white girl ghost sitting quietly on a tombstone-like broken wall she had just passed by.

When they came over just now, they didn’t notice anyone here.

It was an elf girl with long silver-white hair.

She was wearing a white dress that only exposed her left shoulder and left arm, and the skirt was 10 centimeters above her knee. She had a slender pure white right arm with a cute sleeve covering half of her palm, and on the left side not only her shoulders were exposed, but she could still be seen faintly. To the looming slender waist.

The girl ghost was laughing mischievously, and a light snicker echoed in the air.

——If the ghost sitting on the tombstone looks a little uglier and more ferocious, maybe this is a terrifying plot to turn around and kill.

But because the ghost girl was too cute, it turned the blue broken walls around it into a fairyland-like dream.

She looked at Maria with a dazed and confused expression, as if she was thinking about something seriously.

“when……”

Salvatore muttered.

The unexpected situation made him subconsciously raise his vigilance – he has not come here once or twice.

When Salvatore was an apprentice, he was often sent by Master Benjamin to extract influences.

For a teaching institution such as the Wizard’s Tower, students are basically synonymous with errands and coolies.

Just as Salvatore helped mentors make black and green fires in the past, the impact of handling is also something that “mentors are too lazy to do” but someone has to do it.

But Salvatore came so many times.

But I have never seen it, there are still ghosts left by the elves in the past…

Zedi Black Tower said in class that the essence of the specimen storage library is to preserve the souls of the elves in the past, and use these souls to build a public nightmare.

In this public nightmare, a perpetual nightmare is stored-as long as the visitors who meet the needs can enter it and conduct necessary investigations.

This can carry more content than the information recorded in the book, and it can be preserved for a longer time than the information engraved on the slate.

It is like a “specimen” formed by a piece of history.

And in a place like this… how could there be a separate soul?

The souls of elves have long been used to build nightmares.

The detachment of any soul will lead to the instability of the “specimen library”… or even collapse.

But whether you want to use rituals or spells, it is almost impossible to directly affect the information stored in the dream world.

In other words.

That is, this elf girl is not the soul inside this specimen library at all!

It was an alien, later elf… who died here.

And because of the special power of the specimen library, it has always been kept here.

…However, why have the wizards who have visited the Black Tower of Zedi, who have extracted their influence… have never seen her in the past few hundred years?

If it is said that she fears and does not trust human wizards, she has been hiding.

So why is she here now?

“Who is it?”

Salvatore asked cautiously: “I haven’t seen it here.

”

He stretched out his hand to hold the potion bottle at his waist – unfortunately, he did not carry the potion used to strike the spirit.

There is also no material used to construct the ritual of striking the spiritual body.

– but he can’t be cowardly.

At the very least, don’t make a fool of yourself… If the other party has bad intentions, maybe they will feel trouble and run away.

“I haven’t seen me, but I have seen it several times.”

The ghost girl sitting on the broken wall said with great interest: “It seems like ten years ago, right? It was so stupid back then… it was so tall.”

She said, raising her foot and kicking the air.

Indicates that Salvatore back then was not as tall as her feet are now.

“I was afraid of ghosts back then… Are you still afraid now?”

She asked with a smile.

Salvatore suddenly puffed up like a puffer fish: “Who was afraid of ghosts? I was—”

“Is it… Porphys?”

Lin Yiyi asked suddenly, interrupting Salvatore.

She also turned around.

After taking a few glances at the ghost girl, her eyes lit up and she recognized it.

A happy smile suddenly appeared on Boffis’ face: “Sure enough! I didn’t admit my mistake…”

She turned around, UU Reading www.sonicmtl.com couldn’t wait to ask: “Is it the one called by Sister Citalopram?”

“……what?”

After hearing this, Lin Yiyi, who was about to explain her origin, was stunned for a moment: “How did you recognize it?”

“They all smell the same!”

Boffis said, and no longer sat on the tombstone.

Instead, he floated over happily.

Salvatore was so nervous that his body tensed up. Just as he was about to speak, Maria grabbed his arm – Maria’s strength was beyond Salvatore’s imagination, and he even struggled subconsciously. , His arms were motionless.

Maria seemed to see something and shook her head to signal him to shut up first.

Just as Salvatore was about to say something, Maria pulled her arm again.

He suddenly suffocated like a leak.

She circled around Lin Yiyi like a butterfly, and asked hesitantly, “Where’s Sister Citalopram?”

“She…”

Lin Yiyi chuckled lightly.

This question, Lin Yiyi can really answer – and it is not made up.

After all, she, Jiu’er and citalopram live together offline.

Citalopram also mentioned this when eating occasionally.

“She said that she hasn’t mastered the magic art of ‘Back Dancer of the Mouth of Death’, so she doesn’t dare to come back and see you.”

Lin Yiyi comforted: “When she masters that magic technique, she will come and take it away.”

Jiu’er added: “She told us!

“I said I’ve been waiting for a long time…”

“Really!”

Boffis’ eyes suddenly lit up.

Jiu’er nodded affirmatively: “Yes!”

These are not words to comfort her…

– At least two-thirds of it is true.