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Novel: Bloodline of the Kingdom Author: Sword of Masterless Words: 10579

at this time

"Boom!"

Another landslide-like vibration came faintly from another direction!

Thales suddenly trembled, and heard a few strange voices:

Sada, Lokzada!

Sale, Sale, Sale Ricky!

The next moment, several dead souls who were equally decayed and terrifying and shrouded in black mist suddenly appeared from the top rock wall, but they were quite different in size and appearance!

These dead souls are also surrounded by black mist, but most of them are huge, with knotted muscles, and their clothing styles are neither like the empire nor the Northland. flash dance novel network

Their eyes are also pale, but their noses are even higher, their teeth are sharper, and their rotten and dry skin is also dark.

But something surprising happened.

Those dead souls... those new weird dead souls, they screamed at the dead soul Cairn Kemuer and his companions who were already here, in a language that Thales could not understand:

Crowley... Cyr... Cyr...

This kind of situation appeared in every corner of the cave, and almost every new dead soul who arrived at the "battlefield" from top to bottom was often a special form of dead soul, and they all sent the same terrifying shock to the dead souls on the Cairn Kumul side. Roar.

Black mist continued to spread out in the air, and the number of newly arrived dead souls gradually increased.

Thales looked at the scene in front of him in amazement.

"Enough," the silver shadow man let go of Thales' shoulders, and said lightly:

"Stop it."

The silver light on his body turned into something like a barrier, covering the two of them.

"Here it comes."

Finally, a thunderous low roar sounded from almost every corner, resonating with the surrounding rock formations.

Crowley...

Skarner, Nadalellis...

The growl continued, and a huge, decayed arm as thick as a human thigh slowly emerged from the rock wall at the top and clung to the rock formation here.

As the low growl gradually intensified, the owner of the arm slowly pulled his whole body out of the rock wall. Its huge body even occupied most of the entire rock wall, until it raised its equally huge head. Under his eyes, he opened his huge black mouth.

Thales' eyes widened.

A strange creature, different from the sad dead he had seen so far, appeared in front of Thales.

This is also what Thales, a dead soul, told himself nervously.

It was a giant undead with a strong physique almost the size of three people.

It floated up and down in the black mist of the curse, with a strange appearance, its disproportionately white eyes were small, its nostrils were turned out, and a terrible scar across half of its face, and even cut half of its lips, showing its teeth It is extremely protruding, making it even more terrifying when it roars.

And it was surrounded by several rings of animal teeth decorations, and supported by decayed and withered limbs, it roared madly at the cave:

Nadalelles!

Its roar seemed to shake all the dead souls in this cave!

The dead souls who had been besieging Thales in the cave turned around one after another, as if they had given up on Thales and the silver shadow man.

Facing the ever-increasing number of new dead souls, they showed their minions covered in black mist, and they also responded with mournful howls: Ahhhhhh, kill, kill, kill them all!

Although the new alien spirits were outnumbered, under the leadership of the giant leader, they responded to each other's provocation with more excitement and fury. The upper arm beat on the chest desperately, and the howl once overwhelmed the other party:

Purcell,

Purcell, Nadalellis

The most special ghost, General Kane Kamulinka, turned his head with a ferocious face, and looked at the new giant ghost without showing any weakness, with strong emotions seeping out of his pale eyes.

Bastards... there is an inexplicable hatred hidden in its ancient imperial language: Bastards

The next second, on the opposite side of it, the three-person-sized giant dead soul with a terrifying face also distorted its expression and let out a deafening roar: Saier

As soon as the words fell, it swung its strong limbs and rushed towards Kane Kemuer from above!

The black mist all over Kane Kamul's body was trembling, and it faced the new opponent without retreating a step!

Come on, ice bastard!

More than two leaders, more and more new dead souls jumped down from the rock wall above, invaded this narrow place, and rushed straight at the old dead souls of Cairn Kumul in mid-air.

A new fight has begun.

Thales watched helplessly as a huge new dead soul descended from top to bottom, screaming loudly, pounced on a dead soul in the form of an old man, and bit its neck furiously!

The soul of the old man screamed in pain with words of unknown meaning: ah ah ah

A cloud of black mist immediately spread from its wound.

But the victim then wrestled with the other, stabbing it in the chest with his bare hands!

It uses all means including teeth and hands and feet to reduce the opponent's existence.

The new dead souls seemed to be tainted with madness, and they didn't hold back their hands, and the dead souls on the side of Cairn Kumur also rushed up without hesitation, and fought back fiercely!

The entire cave was suddenly in chaos!

This is……

Thales looked at the scene of the dead souls killing each other with a pale face, and suddenly realized that the phrase "Sell" by the new dead souls was very familiar.

A second later, he recalled the relevant content.

In the military history class of the nobles of the Northland, there is a must-learn knowledge orc language, especially military orders.

And "Sayre", that is, that is Thales looking at the new dead souls with terrifying physiques despite being completely unrecognizable. That is one of the military offensive orders of the Glacier Orcs, which means:

Kill, kill, kill.

Or more directly and cruelly "leave no survivors".

so……

The sin of Hell River in Thales' body slowly faded away, and he continued to stare intently at the frenzied fight between the two groups of dead souls in the cave.

"Aren't you... Aren't you going to use me as a bait, lure them away, and then run away?" Thales, who felt that he had escaped, asked the people next to him in amazement.

The silver shadow man turned his head aside, as if he didn't bother to answer.

And that playful group of silver lights jumped out of the silver shadow man's head mischievously, bouncing and forming a few words:

mischief, mischief

Tellston's face darkened.

The existence of the new dead souls made the cave even darker, but for a while, no dead souls paid attention to this small corner anymore.

"Okay, but... what is that?" Thales quickly forgot his unhappiness, and pointed suspiciously at the new large dead soul who was fighting with His Excellency the General.

"It's also a dead soul under the curse," the silver shadow man answered him happily:

"Just another one."

"The soul is tough, the will is terrible, and after being imprisoned and polluted by the curse, it is even more difficult than our General Linka."

Thales turned his head eagerly: "But why are they..."

The silver shadow man nodded.

"You know, there is a very interesting thing." The voice of the other party seemed a little leisurely at the moment: "Under this terrible curse, these dead souls are still inseparable from the world they lived in, even though they are muddled."

"Some of the most deeply rooted emotions and obsessions, not only cannot be forgotten, but have grown stronger and more deformed, have been separated from memory and situations, leaving only feelings and instincts.

"For example..." The silver shadow man pouted towards the chaotic fight.

Thales carefully observed the strangely described new dead souls, and suddenly realized something.

"Let me introduce," the silver shadow man pointed to the giant dead soul decorated with animal teeth, and said softly:

"Lokzada Dark Thunder."

"And its hundreds or thousands of orc companions."

Thales thought for a moment.

"Dark Thunder? Orcs?"

The silver shadow man nodded again.

"I heard from a dead man that it was a war chief of the Dark Thunder Tribe."

"It was also one of the glacier orcs that ravaged south after the collapse of the ancient empire, and the culprit of hundreds of robbery and bloody cases in the northern provinces." The silver shadow man was silent for a while, and continued: "until it died in the northern land Before the joint ambush of humans and mountain elves, people used to call it the Hammer of Raiding."

Hammer of Raid.

Thales looked at the dead orc named Loksarda from a distance, looked at the beast-like battle of the other party and the general Linka who was forced into a panic, thoughtfully.

"It's easier for you to remember the enemy than to remember yourself."

The silver shadow man chuckled softly.

"That's why I, who was in danger, can still stand here and watch the frame leisurely with you, but they can only be there, killing each other without thinking."

The silver shadow man turned around and raised his index finger to Thales:

"Using all means to divide and weaken your enemy is war."

Thales frowned, and he found that the silver light started to dance on the silver shadow man's head again:

No wonder.

"The first day I opened my eyes here, I was looking for a way to permanently check and balance them and suppress these dead souls." The silver shadow man shook his head slightly: "This is one of the results."

The silver glow continued to beat, this time, it displayed extraordinarily many words:

Nothing.

On the first day, he was obviously beaten to the bum.

Pretending to be a female dead soul escaped the catastrophe.

Thales withdrew his gaze from the silver characters, and looked at the silver shadow man with a strange look on his face.

Is it……

pretend to be...

cough cough.

Thales tried his best to bring his boring thoughts back to his mind, and turned his attention to his eyes: two wrestling dead souls flew one meter away from them, and they all turned into black mist and dispersed in the screams of pain.

"It's ironic, it's clearly the world after death..."

Looking at the increasingly fierce fighting in front of him, he sighed: "The struggle and conflict have not disappeared."

"Even if they are both cursed souls," Thales shook his head as he watched a ferocious human soul bite off another orc soul's face, "Between dead souls and dead souls..."

"They're still incompatible."

"Repeating the hatred and pain of life."

"It just turned the war of the mortal world into a war of dead souls."

This time, the silver shadow man did not speak.

He looked intently into the arena, as if that was the most exciting performance.

"We should go before the mountain elves come to join the battle." After a few seconds, he said calmly.

Thales moved: "Elf? Are there any dead souls of elves here?"

"Yeah, compared to humans and orcs," the silver shadow man folded his arms and snorted coldly: "The souls of those long-eared people are more special, and they are more troublesome. I am not very good at dealing with them."

A silver glow automatically appeared on top of his head, and combined into a sentence:

Because he had pretended to be their chief lady.

was also recognized.

Thales once again looked at the long-dead great man beside him with a strange expression.

This made the silver shadow man who had long felt uneasy: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Thales withdrew his gaze from the top of his head, and shook his head nonchalantly in denial: "Even the elves won't let go..."

"Yeah, this curse is quite fair," the silver shadow man paused, then nodded slightly, as if sighing:

"At least it's never racist."

"And we should really go."

The next second, the silver shadow man suddenly grabbed Thales' left arm and pulled him back!

Thales was startled, and fell backwards unexpectedly!

Lamenting the unlucky man, he was about to face the collision between the back of his head and the rock wall, but he only heard the faint shock coming from behind him, and felt that he was being dragged along the way, and the endlessly fighting souls in front of him became more and more blurred in his vision. smaller.

After about ten seconds, Thales finally let go of his arm, and he was let go.

Thales got up from the ground in embarrassment, and found that he had stepped on a new place.

Even under the "illumination" of the silver shadow man, the so-called "new place" is just another rock under his feet.

But when Thales raised his head, he was surprised to see that the two rock walls in front of him were slowly closing together, closing the battlefield of fighting souls at the other end, and disappearing from sight.

He blinked several times.

Just now, the silver shadow man took him... across the rock wall?

What kind of power is this?

Everything he has seen in these few hours, dead souls, silver shadows, curses... No matter which one, it is far beyond his imagination.

Amidst the faint rumbling sound, the rock walls came together tightly, as if there had never been a single crack in the middle.

"Go," the silver shadow man said slowly:

"You should go."

"Go back to the world you really belong to."

It was only then that Thales came back to his senses.

The prince swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "Ah, yes."

yes.

I should……

I have to go now.

There are many others... waiting for me.

Thales took a few deep breaths, thinking of the road ahead, his heart darkened.

"If I pay back, can I go?" He looked at the silver shadow man hesitantly.

"As long as you want." The silver shadow man nodded flatly.

The rock formations began to shake again.

"And after today, I will block all possible entrances and exits here." Amidst the vibration of the rock formation, the silver shadow man slowly shook his head, his words filled with dullness and sadness: "The black path will cut off the passage."

"No one here can enter safely."

"No one will go astray in the dark."

"No one will ever witness such sorrow again."

"You'll be the last one standing."

The light on the silver shadow man's body was slightly bright. He looked at the dark cave in front of him and remained silent.

Thales felt a thump in his heart.

But he looked at the other person's appearance, looked at the dark facial features, but couldn't speak.

"And you, Canxing, you have to keep this secret in your heart, or simply forget everything here."

Thales was taken aback: "What?"

"So as not to cause more trouble," the silver shadow man shook his head:

"It should be noted that not everyone who comes here for the curse is to eliminate and solve it."

Thales took three seconds to understand "bigger trouble" and raised his head in doubt:

"Then this so-called Iron Blood King's curse, these dead souls... will they continue like this forever, buried deep within the Black Path, under Dragon Clouds City?"

The silver shadow man sharply asked:

"you mean?"

Thales recalled the cascading grimaces, and suddenly felt nauseated.

"It may be a good way to close the black path, so that the people above will not come down, but the general said," he said worriedly: "They will one day..."

Thales glanced at the silver shadow man, and then whispered: "I want to go back..."

The silver shadow man didn't answer.

"Don't forget about Long Xiao's Aaron Deburg." Thales looked at him and said hesitantly, "Thousands of people live above our heads, even the whole world of living people."

The silver shadow man slowly raised his head and looked back at him.

"As powerful as you, they seem to be very afraid of this curse," Thales asked with a worried face: "And if the curse continues to strengthen, these dead souls will one day..."

"It appeared on the ground?"

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Kingdom Blood - Chapter 349 War of the Dead - WuxiaWorld

at this time

"Boom!"

Another landslide-like vibration came faintly from another direction!

Thales suddenly trembled, and heard a few strange voices:

Sada, Lokzada!

Sale, Sale, Sale Ricky!

The next moment, several dead souls who were equally decayed and terrifying and shrouded in black mist suddenly appeared from the top rock wall, but they were quite different in size and appearance!

These dead souls are also surrounded by black mist, but most of them are huge, with knotted muscles, and their clothing styles are neither like the empire nor the Northland. flash dance novel network

Their eyes are also pale, but their noses are even higher, their teeth are sharper, and their rotten and dry skin is also dark.

But something surprising happened.

Those dead souls... those new weird dead souls, they screamed at the dead soul Cairn Kemuer and his companions who were already here, in a language that Thales could not understand:

Crowley... Cyr... Cyr...

This kind of situation appeared in every corner of the cave, and almost every new dead soul who arrived at the "battlefield" from top to bottom was often a special form of dead soul, and they all sent the same terrifying shock to the dead souls on the Cairn Kumul side. Roar.

Black mist continued to spread out in the air, and the number of newly arrived dead souls gradually increased.

Thales looked at the scene in front of him in amazement.

"Enough," the silver shadow man let go of Thales' shoulders, and said lightly:

"Stop it."

The silver light on his body turned into something like a barrier, covering the two of them.

"Here it comes."

Finally, a thunderous low roar sounded from almost every corner, resonating with the surrounding rock formations.

Crowley...

Skarner, Nadalellis...

The growl continued, and a huge, decayed arm as thick as a human thigh slowly emerged from the rock wall at the top and clung to the rock formation here.

As the low growl gradually intensified, the owner of the arm slowly pulled his whole body out of the rock wall. Its huge body even occupied most of the entire rock wall, until it raised its equally huge head. Under his eyes, he opened his huge black mouth.

Thales' eyes widened.

A strange creature, different from the sad dead he had seen so far, appeared in front of Thales.

This is also what Thales, a dead soul, told himself nervously.

It was a giant undead with a strong physique almost the size of three people.

It floated up and down in the black mist of the curse, with a strange appearance, its disproportionately white eyes were small, its nostrils were turned out, and a terrible scar across half of its face, and even cut half of its lips, showing its teeth It is extremely protruding, making it even more terrifying when it roars.

And it was surrounded by several rings of animal teeth decorations, and supported by decayed and withered limbs, it roared madly at the cave:

Nadalelles!

Its roar seemed to shake all the dead souls in this cave!

The dead souls who had been besieging Thales in the cave turned around one after another, as if they had given up on Thales and the silver shadow man.

Facing the ever-increasing number of new dead souls, they showed their minions covered in black mist, and they also responded with mournful howls: Ahhhhhh, kill, kill, kill them all!

Although the new alien spirits were outnumbered, under the leadership of the giant leader, they responded to each other's provocation with more excitement and fury. The upper arm beat on the chest desperately, and the howl once overwhelmed the other party:

Purcell, Purcell, Nadalellis

The most special ghost, General Kane Kamulinka, turned his head with a ferocious face, and looked at the new giant ghost without showing any weakness, with strong emotions seeping out of his pale eyes.

Bastards... there is an inexplicable hatred hidden in its ancient imperial language: Bastards

The next second, on the opposite side of it, the three-person-sized giant dead soul with a terrifying face also distorted its expression and let out a deafening roar: Saier

As soon as the words fell, it swung its strong limbs and rushed towards Kane Kemuer from above!

The black mist all over Kane Kamul's body was trembling, and it faced the new opponent without retreating a step!

Come on, ice bastard!

More than two leaders, more and more new dead souls jumped down from the rock wall above, invaded this narrow place, and rushed straight at the old dead souls of Cairn Kumul in mid-air.

A new fight has begun.

Thales watched helplessly as a huge new dead soul descended from top to bottom, screaming loudly, pounced on a dead soul in the form of an old man, and bit its neck furiously!

The soul of the old man screamed in pain with words of unknown meaning: ah ah ah

A cloud of black mist immediately spread from its wound.

But the victim then wrestled with the other, stabbing it in the chest with his bare hands!

It uses all means including teeth and hands and feet to reduce the opponent's existence.

The new dead souls seemed to be tainted with madness, and they didn't hold back their hands, and the dead souls on the side of Cairn Kumur also rushed up without hesitation, and fought back fiercely!

The entire cave was suddenly in chaos!

This is……

Thales looked at the scene of the dead souls killing each other with a pale face, and suddenly realized that the phrase "Sell" by the new dead souls was very familiar.

A second later, he recalled the relevant content.

In the military history class of the nobles of the Northland, there is a must-learn knowledge orc language, especially military orders.

And "Sayre", that is, that is Thales looking at the new dead souls with terrifying physiques despite being completely unrecognizable. That is one of the military offensive orders of the Glacier Orcs, which means:

Kill, kill, kill.

Or more directly and cruelly "leave no survivors".

so……

The sin of Hell River in Thales' body slowly faded away, and he continued to stare intently at the frenzied fight between the two groups of dead souls in the cave.

"Aren't you... Aren't you going to use me as a bait, lure them away, and then run away?" Thales, who felt that he had escaped, asked the people next to him in amazement.

The silver shadow man turned his head aside, as if he didn't bother to answer.

And that playful group of silver lights jumped out of the silver shadow man's head mischievously, bouncing and forming a few words:

mischief, mischief

Tellston's face darkened.

The existence of the new dead souls made the cave even darker, but for a while, no dead souls paid attention to this small corner anymore.

"Okay, but... what is that?" Thales quickly forgot his unhappiness, and pointed suspiciously at the new large dead soul who was fighting with His Excellency the General.

"It's also a dead soul under the curse," the silver shadow man answered him happily:

"Just another one."

"The soul is tough, the will is terrible, and after being imprisoned and polluted by the curse, it is even more difficult than our General Linka."

Thales turned his head eagerly: "But why are they..."

The silver shadow man nodded.

"You know, there is a very interesting thing." The voice of the other party seemed a little leisurely at the moment: "Under this terrible curse, these dead souls are still inseparable from the world they lived in, even though they are muddled."

"Some of the most deeply rooted emotions and obsessions, not only cannot be forgotten, but have grown stronger and more deformed, have been separated from memory and situations, leaving only feelings and instincts.

"For example..." The silver shadow man pouted towards the chaotic fight.

Thales carefully observed the strangely described new dead souls, and suddenly realized something.

"Let me introduce," the silver shadow man pointed to the giant dead soul decorated with animal teeth, and said softly:

"Lokzada Dark Thunder."

"And its hundreds or thousands of orc companions."

Thales thought for a moment.

"Dark Thunder? Orcs?"

The silver shadow man nodded again.

"I heard from a dead man that it was a war chief of the Dark Thunder Tribe."

"It was also one of the glacier orcs that ravaged south after the collapse of the ancient empire, and the culprit of hundreds of robbery and bloody cases in the northern provinces." The silver shadow man was silent for a while, and continued: "until it died in the northern land Before the joint ambush of humans and mountain elves, people used to call it the Hammer of Raiding."

Hammer of Raid.

Thales looked at the dead orc named Loksarda from a distance, looked at the beast-like battle of the other party and the general Linka who was forced into a panic, thoughtfully.

"It's easier for you to remember the enemy than to remember yourself."

The silver shadow man chuckled lightly.

"That's why I, who was in danger, can still stand here and watch the frame leisurely with you, but they can only be there, killing each other without thinking."

The silver shadow man turned around and raised his index finger to Thales:

"Using all means to divide and weaken your enemy is war."

Thales frowned, and he found that the silver light started to dance on the silver shadow man's head again:

No wonder.

"The first day I opened my eyes here, I was looking for a way to permanently check and balance them and suppress these dead souls." The silver shadow man shook his head slightly: "This is one of the results."

The silver glow continued to beat, this time, it displayed extraordinarily many words:

Nothing.

On the first day, he was obviously beaten to the bum.

Pretending to be a female dead soul escaped the catastrophe.

Thales withdrew his gaze from the silver characters, and looked at the silver shadow man with a strange look on his face.

Is it……

pretend to be...

cough cough.

Thales tried his best to bring his boring thoughts back to his mind, and turned his attention to his eyes: two wrestling dead souls flew one meter away from them, and they all turned into black mist and dispersed in the screams of pain.

"It's ironic, it's clearly the world after death..."

Looking at the increasingly fierce fighting in front of him, he sighed: "The struggle and conflict have not disappeared."

"Even if they are both cursed souls," Thales shook his head as he watched a ferocious human soul bite off another orc soul's face, "Between dead souls and dead souls..."

"They're still incompatible."

"Repeating the hatred and pain of life."

"It just turned the war of the mortal world into a war of dead souls."

This time, the silver shadow man did not speak.

He looked intently into the arena, as if that was the most exciting performance.

"We should go before the mountain elves come to join the battle." After a few seconds, he said calmly.

Thales moved: "Elf? Are there any dead souls of elves here?"

"Yeah, compared to humans and orcs," the silver shadow man folded his arms and snorted coldly: "The souls of those long-eared people are more special, and they are more troublesome. I am not very good at dealing with them."

A silver glow automatically appeared on top of his head, and combined into a sentence:

Because he had pretended to be their chief lady.

was also recognized.

Thales once again looked at the long-dead great man beside him with a strange expression.

This made the silver shadow man who had long felt uneasy: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Thales withdrew his gaze from the top of his head, and shook his head nonchalantly in denial: "Even the elves won't let go..."

"Yeah, this curse is quite fair," the silver shadow man paused, then nodded slightly, as if sighing:

"At least it's never racist."

"And we should really go."

The next second, the silver shadow man suddenly grabbed Thales' left arm and pulled him back!

Thales was startled, and fell backwards unexpectedly!

Lamenting the unlucky man, he was about to face the collision between the back of his head and the rock wall, but he only heard the faint shock coming from behind him, and felt that he was being dragged along the way, and the endlessly fighting souls in front of him became more and more blurred in his vision. smaller.

After about ten seconds, Thales finally let go of his arm, and he was let go.

Thales got up from the ground in embarrassment, and found that he had stepped on a new place.

Even under the "illumination" of the silver shadow man, the so-called "new place" is just another rock under his feet.

But when Thales raised his head, he was surprised to see that the two rock walls in front of him were slowly closing together, closing the battlefield of fighting souls at the other end, and disappearing from sight.

He blinked several times.

Just now, the silver shadow man took him... across the rock wall?

What kind of power is this?

Everything he has seen in these few hours, dead souls, silver shadows, curses... No matter which one, it is far beyond his imagination.

Amidst the faint rumbling sound, the rock walls came together tightly, as if there had never been a single crack in the middle.

"Go," the silver shadow man said slowly:

"You should go."

"Go back to the world you really belong to."

It was only then that Thales came back to his senses.

The prince swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "Ah, yes."

yes.

I should……

I have to go now.

There are many others... waiting for me.

Thales took a few deep breaths, thinking of the road ahead, his heart darkened.

"If I pay back, can I go?" He looked at the silver shadow man hesitantly.

"As long as you want." The silver shadow man nodded flatly.

The rock formations began to shake again.

"And after today, I will block all possible entrances and exits here." Amidst the vibration of the rock formation, the silver shadow man slowly shook his head, his words filled with dullness and sadness: "The black path will cut off the passage."

"No one here can enter safely."

"No one will go astray in the dark."

"No one will ever witness such sorrow again."

"You'll be the last one standing."

The light on the silver shadow man's body was slightly bright. He looked at the dark cave in front of him and remained silent.

Thales felt a thump in his heart.

But he looked at the other person's appearance, looked at the dark facial features, but couldn't speak.

"And you, Canxing, you have to keep this secret in your heart, or simply forget everything here."

Thales was taken aback: "What?"

"So as not to cause more trouble," the silver shadow man shook his head:

"It should be noted that not everyone who comes here for the curse is to eliminate and solve it."

Thales took three seconds to understand "bigger trouble" and raised his head in doubt:

"Then this so-called Iron Blood King's curse, these dead souls... will they continue like this forever, buried deep within the Black Path, under Dragon Clouds City?"

The silver shadow man sharply asked:

"you mean?"

Thales recalled the cascading grimaces, and suddenly felt nauseated.

"It may be a good way to close the black path, so that the people above will not come down, but the general said," he said worriedly: "They will one day..."

Thales glanced at the silver shadow man, and then whispered: "I want to go back..."

The silver shadow man didn't answer.

"Don't forget about Long Xiao's Aaron Deburg." Thales looked at him and said hesitantly, "Thousands of people live above our heads, even the whole world of living people."

The silver shadow man slowly raised his head and looked back at him.

"As powerful as you, they seem to be very afraid of this curse," Thales asked with a worried face: "And if the curse continues to strengthen, these dead souls will one day..."

"It appeared on the ground?"