Half-elf Ranger

A blood moon hangs in the desolate night sky, and a ghost in red clothes floats in the darkness like a fly, giving out a cold low smile from time to time.

The locust locusts on the roadside have long since faded from their original green color, and they have withered like a scrawny old witch.

'They' were unevenly rooted on the side of the rotten road, and stretched out their sinisterly curved arms, which were so thin that they could only hang weakly on the ground, trembling slightly.

As Thorne walked towards the town in the distance, he pulled out the sharp sword from his waist and held it tightly in his hand.

From the moment the group came to this place, he immediately felt an inexplicable disgust and unease in his heart. As a wilderness ranger, facing this anti-natural decaying place makes him instinctively reject this space.

However, with the protection of the paladin Ava's magic and the necromancy concealment performed by Kevra, this gradually made him feel at ease.

Although they had the protection of magic, they could silently pass by the undead wandering unconsciously, but the group of people moved forward cautiously.

After all, this concealment spell can only cover up undead creatures with similar strength to Kevlar.

In case it is accidentally discovered, it will be troublesome to be besieged here by the vast number of undead.

"Look, there is a sea of ​​flowers there."

At this time, among the group, the elf banshee Kaif, who looked the most relaxed, stretched out her small hand, pointed to an open space near the outline of the town to Thorne, and lowered her excited voice as much as possible.

Thorne followed the little banshee's instructions and looked forward, but unfortunately, the place where his eyes touched was still a chaotic darkness, and he didn't find the sea of ​​flowers at all, so he couldn't help but speed up in the direction she pointed.

He, who didn't find anything unusual, didn't think Kevlar was lying to himself.

After all, her true identity also belongs to undead creatures, and this closed space filled with negative energy is naturally like a duck to water. It can be said that there is no place that makes her feel more physically and mentally happy than here.

This also makes her perception of the surrounding environment even sharper than that of a paladin.

It's not surprising to be able to discover things that others are temporarily invisible to.

As everyone's footsteps involuntarily speeded up, with the light and elegant floral fragrance filling their nostrils, they quickly discovered the so-called sea of ​​flowers in Kevlar's mouth.

On the diagonally opposite side of the path, there is a large unremarkable plant, which is a black trumpet-shaped flower exuding a faint luster, with three long oval leaves and slender rhizomes.

If you don't observe carefully, the flowers in the sea of ​​flowers are actually no different from the wild flowers and weeds on the roadside.

This sea of ​​flowers, which has existed for an unknown number of years, seems to be withered. Under the caress of the cold wind, it remains still and still maintains its original appearance, which makes people feel very strange.

But when Kevlar walked to the flower bush, everything suddenly became jaw-dropping.

I saw her looking curiously at these black flowers. I don't know if the tendon was messed up. Before everyone could react, she suddenly reached out and pulled out a small black flower by the roots.

Immediately afterwards, the uprooted black flower revealed a fist-sized rhizome below. The most shocking thing is that this stem looks like a small baby, with hands and feet, and even the facial expressions are very human-like.

Moreover, the baby-like rhizome showed a strange bright red, as if it was full of human blood.

The moment the flower was pulled out, the rhizome's 'baby' showed a panicked look, swaying its limbs like a baby, struggling in mid-air, and piercing from time to time. The scream made everyone's eardrums hurt.

At the moment when the piercing sound rang, Thorne's attribute panel even showed the data of the death judgment.

Fortunately, he held the Steel Soul Sword in his hand, and with the blessing of the ancient characteristics, when he suffered the screams of the dead, he automatically activated the steel soul sect's countermeasure "Spiritual Body", which instantly helped him resolve this problem. Unprepared soul attack.

And the elf swordsman Lance on the side was more unlucky. If the witch Cecil didn't give him a spell to protect him from evil damage in time, even if he didn't die, he would have been severely injured.

Kevlar, the culprit, obviously did not expect such a strange thing to happen.

Even she herself was so frightened by the sudden scream that her face turned pale.

Fortunately, as an undead creature, she can easily be immune to this necromantic mind attack spell, so she did not suffer any damage.

I saw that the whole little flower she was holding in her hand immediately threw it out like a hot potato, and then she stepped back and hid behind Thorne, showing a look of happiness.

And this little flower that was thrown away was like Kevlar, spinning around in the flowers like a headless fly, and there was a strange sound similar to cursing.

In the end, he found a new foothold again, stretched out his little hand and laboriously dug a small dirt hole on the ground, and buried himself in it.

It turned out to be a black mandala flower, and Thorne instantly recognized the name of the flower.

Datura flower, a magical plant that can absorb the power of resentment in the negative energy breath to grow.

Because its essential condition for growth is negative energy aura, and the rhizome has anesthesia and psychedelic effects even without any processing, so it has become the favorite of necromantic wizards, especially necromancers who are proficient in making potions. .

They are extremely good at growing this wicked, enchanted plant on the material world, and know exactly how to make it grow faster.

Thorne is quite aware of this, because the first owner of the Emerald Tower was a wizard who was proficient in the necromancy school, and naturally he recorded a lot of these things.

The easiest way is to use fresh corpses or even living people to provide support. This plant, which has always been endowed with horror by the world, will automatically absorb its vitality.

According to legend, there is a ghost living in every black mandala flower. It can help you realize your wish, but there is an exchange condition, that is, the blood of human beings.

As long as you water the enchanting black mandala with your own blood, when it blooms, the ghost in the flower will fulfill one of your wishes, but you can only water it with your own blood, because ghosts like this warm and Deadly feeling.

"Is there a way to take away all these mandala flowers?" Seeing the little banshee whose expression soon returned to normal, Thorne looked at the witch, Cecil, not far away.

The black mandala flower is relatively rare in the entire main material world, and it is the mandala flower whose roots and stems have sucked blood.

Judging from the scarlet degree of the rhizome, this mandala flower has probably grown here for at least a few hundred years.

Especially when he saw the mandala flower that was uprooted by Kevlar just now, he even buried himself in the soil.

This made him realize that this sea of ​​flowers is simply an invisible treasure. If he can take away all this large plant, its value is immeasurable.

The paladin Ava on the side heard that Thorne was planning to harvest this mandala flower, and could not help frowning slightly, and then canceled an idea in his mind.

As a paladin, when he saw this terrifying sea of ​​flowers, his first thought was to use the sacred flame to clean it up completely.

But the situation of everyone in front of him made him understand that now is not the time to worry about this kind of thing. When he heard Thorne thinking about these plants again, he voluntarily gave up his plan.

"No way." The witch shook her head slightly and explained to the ranger:

"This is no longer an ordinary mandala flower. Under the precipitation of such a strong negative energy atmosphere, I estimate that most mandala flowers may have developed an instinctive self-protection mechanism. If you want to collect them, I am afraid there is no It's as simple as imagined."

From the power of the screaming sound from the rhizome just now, she could judge the approximate growth year and basic characteristics of this mandala flower, so she was not absolutely sure, and dared to threaten to take it away successfully.

"That can only be left for later." Thorne looked at what was at his fingertips but was unable to take it away, and was a little disappointed.

However, these things are not without a clue to him.

After leaving this place, just ask Taling, he believes that the tower definitely has the magic of how to subdue this strange plant.

It's time to hand them over to deal with it.

After such a small episode, the group did not stop here too much, and continued to follow the gravel path, carefully walking towards the blurred outline of the town ahead.

Although this space is sealed, it is still connected to the main material plane.

The only thing that confuses Thorne is that the time before they came, it was obviously a sunny noon, and after they stepped in here, they came to a dark and quiet night.

In this regard, he can only think that it is caused by the influence of the negative energy plane.

After all, the Fallen Underworld itself is a dimensional space where all colors except black, white and gray will be drawn away.

In any case, it is also a dark place that resists light. The sky inside is a dark dome, with neither sun nor starlight, only a blood moon hanging in the air.

Thorne even believes that it is only a matter of time before this sealed space becomes part of the Fallen Underworld in the process of being eroded by negative energy over time.

After a while, they arrived in front of the town without any risk.

The first thing that catches the eye is a stone wall made of thick stones. From the countless broken traces left on the city wall, it can be seen that this town has experienced many tragic battles before it fell.

On this dilapidated city wall, Thorne also found stiff figures walking back and forth.

According to their clothes and appearances, Thorne guessed that the zombies, skeletons, ghouls and other types of undead creatures wandering around the city walls were probably the guards of the town during their lifetimes.

This caused them to continue to guard the obsession in their hearts even after they died.

"This should be the town of Dawn before the turbulent year happened." Just as everyone was watching this town curiously, the silent paladin Ava suddenly said:

"It can be seen from the mission left in the consciousness of this group of undead creatures that when this town was transferred to this place, it happened very suddenly, which caused the vast majority of them to fail to survive the surging negative energy. survived the erosion.

Even if there are very few people who survived lingeringly due to physical reasons, they will be unable to escape because the entire space is instantly sealed, and eventually they cannot withstand the erosion of negative energy and are transformed into undead creatures. "

Dawn Town?

Hearing the name of the town mentioned by the paladin, Thorne remembered some experiences in the underground space of Twin Towers, and many doubts that remained to this day were slowly resolved.

Once, he saw a message from Winster in the Tower of the Dead in Twin Towers.

It tells the story of a person from Dawning Town who took the initiative to make a deal with the dark existence in order to defend the town that was about to fall, and then exchanged for weapons enough to destroy the enemy.

It's a pity that the final result was a failure, and the town of Dawn, which has become a dead town, is obviously the end after the failure.

Thinking of this, Thorne couldn't help but wonder what the purpose of Winster, who was once a man in Dawning Town, guided them to come here, and what could be changed by the strength of just a few of them.

"So, the undead creatures in the town should all be transformed from the former residents of the town." The witch Cecil looked at the undead patrol on the city wall, and through the half-open town gate, looked at All kinds of undead creatures on the street, curious.

"Not necessarily." The paladin Avar did not agree with the witch's guess, and saw him look inside the town and said in a worried tone:

"Hundreds of years have passed since the most chaotic and turbulent years, and there should be many undead creatures that will continue to invade here along the cracks of the negative energy plane. I am afraid that the number of undead in this town will be large. It’s unimaginable.”

"Not necessarily." Thorne also looked at the zombie skeletons wandering inside the town.

He noticed that the strength of these undead creatures did not threaten him in the slightest, and was only slightly stronger than the ordinary undead in the main material world, so he refuted the paladin's guess and expressed his opinion to several people:

"Didn't you find a problem, all the residents of this town were corroded by negative energy and eventually transformed into undead creatures, but they have been able to survive until now.

Does this mean that there seems to be no powerful undead creatures in the town that can threaten their safety, or that there are some sort of symbolic guardians in the town who have been secretly protecting this group of undead who can only rely on instinct resident. "

"Go in and find out." Sorceress Cecil sensed the response of the magic amulet in her hand, so she suggested to everyone.