The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 216: Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

Such a clear sense of fear.

The extremely strong, extremely cold shuddering feeling traveled throughout the body, as if ice-cold liquid was being pumped into the blood vessels - it was cold from the inside out.

Laziness paralyzes the muscles of the whole body, while despair blocks thinking.

You can tell at a glance that it is Mr. Bones himself.

He just stood there and asked the players to use all their strength to barely turn around——

Longjing Cha’s pupils shrank slightly.

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

But it is completely different from the "thin and withered bones" that players saw when they first met Skeleton King.

He is still wearing a long white cashmere cloak, a pure white triple crown on his head, and a golden crying mask on his face. His feet were still wearing heavy white metal boots, and his hands were also wearing thick white leather gloves that were reminiscent of bear paws.

At this moment, He opened his cloak to both sides.

The withered bones that were originally like a dead soul, as thin as a shadow, and seemed to disappear at any time, were replaced by a thick armor that was as towering as a mountain rock and unshakable.

The crown on His head seems a little old, and the mask on His face is also the same, with some dull marks. And His carefully maintained pure white armor also showed some scars.

Looks like a real Paladin.

It is not the Lord of the Undead who is the Lord of Bones.

But the Paladin who died in a **** battle with the undead——

So ironic.

"I recognize you..."

The old and deep voice of Lord Skeleton sounded from under the golden mask: "Annan's servants..."

Perhaps it is because the inside of the armor is empty, so there is a strange echo.

Seeing that Bone Bones seemed to have no desire to attack them, Longjing Tea was relieved.

For a moment, he thought it was a wandering child who destroyed the Bone Master's ritual venue, so he parachuted in directly to take revenge and guard the high ground...

"Don't worry. I saw it, you didn't destroy the peace of the deceased..."

As if the Skeleton King had read Longjing Tea’s thoughts, he glanced at him in vain and made a sound like a sigh.

Longjing Tea did not meet Mr. Gu Gu’s gaze.

Because the crying face mask did not leave enough holes to expose the eyes - it was not so much a mask, but a metal piece that had been branded on the face, like a clown, to fix the expression.

Seeing that Lord Skeleton did not attack them immediately, the players immediately became energetic.

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

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

That would be great...

Longjing Tea breathed a deep sigh of relief.

When he was in a panic just now, he thought he was going to be beaten by the Bone Man...

Perhaps because this is actually the body of chocolate, or simply because the Skeleton Man does not have a strong sense of oppression of animals. The first one to wake up from the shock was Dove in the form of a serval cat.

She walked up to Mr. Bones and boldly hugged his legs.

As Chocolate has grown up, Dove is now a big cat with a height of over half a meter - her size and the increase in attributes brought by the feedback from the body are enough to easily hunt humans.

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

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

The Bone Man glanced at her but did not kick her away. Instead, he looked deeply at the wandering child.

"Elf..."

He muttered in a low voice with some nostalgia: "I haven't seen it for a long time. The ring of elves."

"...Have you seen this thing?"

It was the wandering child himself who spoke. He asked nervously: "This is... the inheritance I got from the elves' ruins."

"Of course I have seen it before. In my time, the ring was glory."

Mr. Bones still spoke in the form of short sentences.

It wasn't that he couldn't speak more coherently.

But He really doesn’t speak much... When it comes to "modern" grammar, He has to think about how to say it.

"The Elves worship the Circle. For the Elves are a people of snakes."

Skeleton King calmly replied: "The snake's will exists in all circles."

I saw him raising his hand and making a casual move.

There is no appearance of curse patterns, or even fluctuations of curses. The steps on the ground automatically melted again - like going back in time, and became a doorless wall again.

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

Skeleton Master did not continue to explain the elf's problem, but turned around.

"Follow me."

He said.

When the voice fell, there was no more hesitation.

He moves toward a deeper, darker place without light. Dove immediately followed the Skeleton King - the cat body shining with broken light, followed the giant lightly, lighting the way for others.

When His heavy metal boots stepped on the dust, there should not have been the same crunching sound that occurs when stepping on snow. In other words... Judging from Skeleton Man's three-meter-tall body, I'm afraid it should only be the sound of a huge iron block falling to the ground.

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

But...

Longjing Cha looked deeply at Mr. Bones.

Is this extremely light sound because He doesn’t want to damage the ground here?

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

With a thought in his heart, he took two steps forward and asked boldly: "Mr. Skeleton... do you need us to clean up the dust here?"

"No need."

The skeletal male didn’t even look back and uttered that low, echoing old voice: “Ashes return to ashes, soil returns to dust…”

It was a sound like a sigh.

Players move forward with the huge one-story-high Paladin.

The light shining on Serval's body refracts on the metal armor, emitting a dazzling glow. But these lights are still too little and too dim - so that the shadows cast on the larger body area of ​​Skeleton Duke appear darker than darkness.

People moved forward in silence.

Passing through the same silent tombs one after another.

Obviously there are no undead here, but Longjing Cha still feels a chill down his spine.

That is a sense of vicissitudes of life that cannot be felt when visiting historical places of interest in the past.

——It is "popularity".

Longjing Tea quickly captured that feeling. ~IndoMTL.com~ The historical cities he visited were far older than the Principality of Song Song...but they were far less scary than these tombs. Because on the edge of the "ancient city", you can always see "not so ancient" surrounding buildings.

It is the fear of peeking into the cracks of history - as if falling from the cracks of the world into a deeper place.

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

Small garage-like buildings are grouped together, lying quietly under the city. That may be based on family genealogy, or based on marriage or partnership...

Looking at these tombs, Longjing Cha seemed to see the giants of the former Duchy of Funeral Songs in a trance. They were extremely calm - perhaps even talking and laughing - deciding where they should be buried after their death, and with them. Who are adjacent.

Then they entered the covered tombs in an orderly manner, drank poison, and waited for others to seal their "lids".

…But.

Logically speaking...shouldn't all these corpses be pulled into the body of Lord Skeleton?

"This is my hometown."

Suddenly, without warning.

The skeleton spoke openly.

"This is where I was born and died. This is where I die and am reborn."

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