Create the Age of Magic

"Well……"

Horn didn't ask why he didn't have a name. Asking such a question at a time like this would be like poking someone's scar. If there was a choice, who would want to have no name?

The little boy stopped after eating some. He wanted to keep some to eat in a few days. He was trapped here and couldn't get out, so food should be kept as much as possible.

He didn't seem to have talked with people much, so it was very difficult to talk to him. After spending a lot of time, Horn basically pieced together the whole story.

The little boy really has no name. The old gravekeeper never gave him a name, but you ordered him.

And when someone in the village died and was going to be buried, they all called him nicknames, such as bedbugs and bastards.

Originally, his life was very simple, just being a follower of the old cemetery keeper, eating rough food and living in a simple house, taking this cemetery as his whole world, if nothing else happened, he would spend it like this lifetime.

But one day, the old gravekeeper died.

Tell him horror stories about the cemetery in bed, and he falls asleep while telling,

Then,

Just never woke up again.

The little boy's only relative died just like that. Under the grief, the little boy found that he could perceive more things, and he could also see the strong negative energy above the cemetery.

That is, since then, he has some friends who can't speak.

He knew that these friends might scare others, so he told them to hide them, but they were still exposed on the day the old gravekeeper was buried!

On the day of the burial, many people came, and after the funeral, a young man who was not much older than the little boy tripped him up, but at this moment, a bone arm emerged from the soil to support his body!

The bone arm protruding from the ground is like a fuse, and the scene that originally contained some sadness is immediately full of fear.

Only then did the little boy realize how terrifying his friends were in front of ordinary people.

The villagers all fled the cemetery that day!

Later, perhaps because they discovered that those friends would not hurt others, the people in the village came back one after another. They kept cursing and beating the little boy to show their bravery and justice.

And the little boy tried to appease those friends again and again, telling them not to come out as much as possible, but as the little boy's hatred for the villagers deepened, those friends who would not attack people became more and more cruel!

Finally, one day, his pacification had no effect, they came out of the soil one by one and tore the people who beat him to pieces one by one.

At this time, those friends no longer listen to the little boy!

They began to use their own methods to protect the little boy, that is, to kill all creatures within a certain range of the little boy!

And the little boy has also been delineated within a radius of more than ten meters from the tombstone. If he wants to go out, he will be caught back!

Because acting indiscriminately may be dangerous!

Although the little boy has no way to communicate with them, he knows what they think and they want to protect him!

Although this protection is excessive.

In this cold winter, without water and food, if there were no bad wolves attacking the little boy, he would have become the same as his friends a few days ago.

Maybe those friends hope so, so that they can be together forever!

Since those people died here, the little boy's image in the village has become even worse, and now no one dares to approach the cemetery.

If Horne hadn't come, then his only end was to die in the cold winter wind.

"Then do you want to go out and see the outside world?" Horn said to the little boy with a smile after clarifying the little boy's situation.

"Outside, what's there?"

"Well, let me think about it, there are a lot of delicious food, a lot of beautiful clothes, and a lot of playmates who are about your age."

"Are there many people?"

There was a look of fear in the little boy's eyes. He was a little afraid of the outside environment after being hurt by the villagers.

He was worried that people outside treated him like villagers, and there were no friends outside to protect him.

"Don't worry, there are not all the people in the village outside, and people like me, don't worry, I will protect you."

Horn saw the fear in his eyes, so he said comfortingly.

The little boy buried his head in his knees, and he was a little moved.

His whole world was this cemetery before, and he had never been out since he could remember, and all he saw were tombstones and weeds.

What he liked most in the past was lying on the fence of the cemetery and looking into the distance. At that time, that small village was the place he most yearned for.

But for him now, the image of every person living in that small village is distorted.

"But what about my friends?" said the little boy softly.

"This is the most suitable place for them, so it's better for them to stay here. After you go out, you will have more friends. Compared with those things, you still get along with people much better."

Horn spared no effort to persuade the little boy that it is better for the little boy to agree to this kind of thing, as long as he agrees to go out, then those underground things are simply chickens and dogs!

"A new friend?"

the little boy murmured.

Following the little boy's voice, the ground around him surged, and hideous figures crawled out of the ground.

Some of these figures are only bones, with the flame of the soul shining on the head, and some are still a rotten skin bag, and thick maggots are burrowing around inside the body.

God knows how those maggots survived in this weather...

There are about twenty of these complete corpses, none of them are very strong, not even a single first-level undead creature.

But in a place with such a high concentration of negative energy, these twenty corpses can definitely keep any first-level professionals who dare to challenge them!

Not only these undead creatures, but the entire cemetery trembled, countless stumps and broken arms stretched out from the ground trying to catch Horn!

They didn't respond when Horn spoke before because they couldn't understand what Horn said. They just surrounded the little boy and waited for the unlucky ones to enter their territory.

But after hearing the little boy's words, these things all came out of the soil, because they heard the tone of wanting to leave from the little boy's answer!

This must have been bewitched by the man in front of him, otherwise he wouldn't want to leave, because they are friends!

Friends should be together!

"You go, my friends won't let me go." The little boy was so scared that his face turned pale, and he stood up and said to Horn.

"That can't be done..."

The staff held in Horn's hand lit up, it was the light of lightning.

"I don't know if you can understand these things, I'm taking him away today, and you've heard that he wants to leave, so..."

The tip of the staff touched the ground, light blue lightning swept across the audience, and the cemetery, which was still noisy just now, immediately became quiet.

Those fragmentary limbs were completely motionless, and white smoke was faintly emitting from the more than twenty complete undead creatures. If Horn came again, even they would not be able to resist.

Positive energies such as flames, lightning, etc. have absolute restraint on undead creatures, so although the lightning emitted by Horn is not strong, it also has the effect of clearing the field.

"No one can stop me!"

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