The Rise of the Cemetery

(Today is the birthday of the book friend Lord Abyss, everyone wishes him a happy birthday!)

Klein Continent, Altin States, Hans City.

The road is a bit wet after the rain.

Compared with the neat bluestone roads in the aristocratic districts, the roads in the slums are comparable to the dirt roads in the countryside. Every time you step down, it is a deep pit, and the strong suction will even absorb the unreliable soles inside and cannot be pulled out. The feces, cloth heads and other garbage washed out from both sides of the road will float on the turbid and dirty water, making it impossible for people to set foot.

There is always an inexhaustible stench in the air.

This is the unique taste of the slums.

Walking in the city, as long as you smell this smell, you know that you are very close to the slums.

Countless shacks and dilapidated wooden houses are like deformed mushrooms, crowding out between the houses. Only those ruthless characters with some skills are eligible to live in those barely complete houses, while more poor ghosts, drunkards, tramps, prostitutes, and thieves can only shrink in wooden houses full of holes.

As for those huts with only two or three wooden boards that are simply surrounded and counted as a "nest", only those beggars who are just eating and waiting to die live. Many of them are extremely old, hungry and unable to get out of that simple shack, and can only lie motionless on the damp wooden boards, letting the rain from the roof drip on their bodies. Only the faint voices of mouths and mouths that sounded every now and then could tell that they were still alive.

This is a small shack at the end of the alley, and there lies such a "dead body" inside. Thin and shriveled body, withered and shrunken skull-like head, the whole body has become as thin as a stick figure. If it wasn't for the slight heaving of his chest and the faint white gas escaping from his mouth and nose, most of the people who saw him would have regarded him as a dead body.

In the misty rainy night, even those rogues were unwilling to come out to suffer from the cold, so the narrow and dirty alleyway was rarely quiet. But in this cold rain where everything is quiet, there is still a black shadow shuttling through the boundless darkness.

He stopped and walked, the sound of light footsteps was completely covered by the sound of dripping rain. With every corner shadow available, he never reveals himself where the light can reach. With this method, he walked almost all the buildings in this alley without being noticed by anyone.

Finally, he came to the shack where the "dead body" was, paused for a while, and then dodged in.

In the darkness where he could not see his fingers, he did not light the flint, nor did he speak, but just silently looked at the "dead body" lying on the broken wooden board.

Finally, he spoke.

"You can't go any further. Affected by you, the strongholds in several nearby cities have already shown signs of outsider intrusion. The elders are arguing endlessly about your affairs, and it is very likely that they will hand you over to calm down the pressure of the guild." Get out. The attack you encountered last time may be the private action of some elders in the society, but this is already a very dangerous sign. You can't move forward!"

There was no echo in the pitch-black shack.

"No matter what you think, our Little Knife Club has done our best. After this meeting is over, you'd better not contact us again. But as an old brother in the club, I still have one last piece of information that can be Tell you. The initiator of your mission has sent a message through a special channel, asking you to hand it over at Echo Mountain. As for the authenticity of the message, we have verified it, and the message is indeed reliable!"

"But you need to be careful. After all, this task is publicly entrusted by the Thieves Guild, so there are many people who know about it. Not only are you chasing a group of lunatics behind you, but the client is also behind. It is not easy for you to make a smooth transaction. .”

"Sean, listen to my persuasion once. As long as you hand over that item, the benefits in exchange will definitely exceed your imagination. There is even news from the Morning Light Church that as long as you hand over the treasure, they can arrange for a priest of the archbishop level The magician personally casts "Holy Restoration" on your child, and little Nimi will definitely be able to recover by then. Why do you have to hold on to that twig of life?"

The "dead corpse" who was lying on the wooden plank dying suddenly rolled his eyes, staring at the black figure standing in the corner of the room with sharp eyes.

"Divine restoration may help little Nimi recover his health, but it cannot restore his talent. Before his spine was damaged, little Nimi was known as the most talented magic swordsman, but now he can only lie helplessly Falling on the bed. As far as I know, only a twig full of life force can completely restore him to the state before he was injured. If he were your child, how would you choose?"

The figure in the darkness fell silent.

In the end, the two didn't talk any more. When the sound of rain outside the shed gradually changed from sparse to dense, the black shadow once again escaped into the shadows and disappeared into the night. And the "dead body" lying on the wooden plank disappeared.

At the same moment, a series of fierce battles broke out around Hans City. Every fierce battle is horrifying, with heavy casualties, but when the belated city law enforcers arrive at the scene, the building is often empty and there is no trace left to investigate.

The rain was still pouring down.

In a resplendent and luxurious room in the aristocratic district, a mind flayer with a terrifying octopus head was sitting in the center. And in front of it, a bald man in aristocratic attire was kneeling there, letting the other party's tentacles crush his head with a dull face.

For a moment, the gurgling sound of the mind flayer sucking the cock was clearly audible.

In a corner of the room, seven or eight human beings in different costumes, male and female, all lowered their hands with sluggish faces, silently waiting for the order of the mind flayer's "master". Even if mind flayers want to taste their flesh, they will "willingly" offer it devoutly.

When the original owner of this luxury villa was sucked dry and fell to the ground, Vikman finally stopped in satisfaction. By this time, three corpses had already been lying on the ground.

The door squeaked softly, and two wet thieve-like humans walked into the room, ignoring the strange scene in the room, and walked directly in front of the mind flayer and stood there with their hands down.

This is also the spiritual servant of the mind flayer Vikman, but compared to the brain food in this room, the two thieves are still very important.

As an underground race that is not popular with humans, mind flayers rarely leave the Underdark.

Although most of the humans on the surface are weak and can only be classified as food, there are always some powerful individuals or organizations among them, which cannot be provoked by mind flayers at will.

Therefore, the first thing Vikman did after sneaking into Hans City was to control these two high-level thieves to find out information for him, while he hid in this hidden and safe place to enjoy the feast of human brains.

Unlike controlling these brain food, Wakeman's method of controlling the two thieves is more similar to the "bewitching human" spell, so it will not affect the intelligence of the recipient. Although it will inevitably appear a little sluggish, at least it won't be like those brain food, where the saliva is wet on the chest and you don't know it.

There was no sound of conversation in the room, and the octopus-like tentacles on Vikman's jaw rolled up. It was just a simple "thinking perception" that obtained the information he wanted from the brains of the two thieves.

The human brain, as long as the mind barrier is not used, is an open treasure house for mind flayers.

Regarding the treasure thief, it was impossible for these two little thieves of level seven or eight to find out any high-level information, but they found an important clue from the side.

This evening, the Small Knife Guild under the Thieves Guild once visited an elder of level 16 or above. However, the other party came and went in a hurry, and his whereabouts were secretive. The two thieves did not have any specific information about him. Hans City is a small place, if a guy at level 16 comes here, it will be big news. But in the past two days, he has become unknown again, not inconspicuous at all.

On the contrary, the two thieves have a lot of information about the new faces that suddenly appeared in Hans City in the past few days.

There seems to be traces of necromancers near the Amman wooden house at the east end of the city...

A team from the Justice Church entered the city of Hans in the afternoon and stayed at the Manlysian Hotel. They were accompanied by an archbishop, a Templar knight, and a number of entourages...

The wooden house of the old man Horton in the slums in the north of the city is occupied by a group of strangers, and his access is secretive. It is suspected that there are mercenaries who came to fight the autumn wind from the direction of Talanta. There may be a legendary figure hidden inside...

The mansion of the aristocratic gentleman XXX in the central area of ​​the city is suspected to be occupied, and the servants of the family have not shown up all day. The current situation is unknown...

In the evening, a black robe entered the city of Hans, whereabouts unknown, suspected to be the caster...

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The broken and messy information is like a dark warehouse that hasn't been cleaned for a long time. If it weren't for the fact that mind flayers are naturally good at spiritual perception and thinking exploration, it would be difficult for others to sort out useful information from it.

In every city, the easiest way to get information is to find these rats who like to hide in the sewers. In such bits and pieces of information, they even noticed their whereabouts.

Damn it, so many competitors have appeared before the right owner has been found. It seems that looking for a chance to clean them all up again!

With the most vicious respect, Wakeman evaluated every character that appeared in the intelligence, and there was not a single one that he could provoke at will. This can't help but make it more boring!

But when it was thinking about whether it should hide itself in a different place, there was an earth-shattering loud noise from outside the room, and the two generous and gorgeous doors of the villa were knocked open.

At the same time, the psionic traps Vikman placed around the villa were also triggered.

An enemy is coming? !

Even without going out, Vikman can still feel the "stinky" smell that permeates the air, just through three or four walls and countless portals, which is the smell of magicians.

"Damn underground demons, go back to your dark underground, or you will wait to be judged by the God of Justice!"

"Evil, get out and die!

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Hearing the roar of the "crazy" church outside, Vikman's mood suddenly turned bad.

Damn it, it's the team of the Justice Church!