The figure was in mid-air, and Beixi and Glutinous Rice Dumplings couldn't see it clearly. It was enveloped in a thick black mist, with only a faint humanoid silhouette.

"Who are you?" Glutinous rice dumplings were curious about the figure that suddenly appeared.

"This evil witch has imprisoned me in this town for a long time. I was originally a god, but because of her evil power, I gradually lost my original form. I can't even use my strength!"

"Huh?" the glutinous rice dumplings were surprised, and their faces showed exaggerated shock.

"Who are you?" said the figure again.

"We are risk-takers. When I heard about this town from other people, I wondered if I could restore it to its former state. Now that this evil shrine maiden has been defeated by us, the people of the town will surely wake up. The glutinous rice dumplings smirked, as if showing off the merits of the two of them to the figure.

The figure was relieved. "Thank you for your help! Now, smash the soul of the evil witch and our entire town can be saved. ”

"Leave it to us. Glutinous rice dumplings said confidently.

Walk up to Meslya and pull out his weapon. Nord Stream was silent, moving and not speaking.

The glutinous rice dumpling took out the half-crippled stone and pointed it at Meslya, and the stone glowed holy.

The figure was a little impetuous in the sky, quietly pulling away to avoid touching the light. Nord Stream saw Meslya's body gradually shatter and fade away as the green light dimmed.

"Hahahaha! Finally liberated!" this laugh was different from the one just now. That's just a man's voice, and now. But it was filled with the joyful laughter of countless women, children, and a few men.

A shrill laugh that tingles the eardrums.

"What a fool of two humans. They mercilessly mocked Nord Stream and glutinous rice dumplings. If it weren't for Nord Stream and glutinous rice dumplings, they would not have been liberated from the half-century-long seal. Now, it's time for real revenge.

Seventy years ago, those two damn bastards and the people of the town, finding them and tearing them apart mercilessly, this is revenge.

The black shadow split into countless black masses and flew in all directions into the sky. These things that have been divided are all undead.

However. At the moment of rushing out of the woods. Bounced back by a powerful force, unable to break through the obstacles, it was like an enchantment.

"Damn, what's going on!!! Is that you?"

The undead gathered in mid-air between the two. Surround the Nord Stream and glutinous rice dumplings. The tone was overtly malicious.

"You're stupid. "Glutinous rice dumplings grimace at the undead.

Nord Stream looked up at the undead in the air. "You're the culprit. ”

The undead smirked. "Yes and what. Do you know how long we've been waiting for this day?" flashed the faces of women of different appearances in the black mist, their faces full of resentment, hideousness, and resentment. These are all women who were humiliated and killed 70 years ago.

"Now that messlia idiot has been eliminated by you. What are we afraid of? All the people in this town must die!"

"And the filthy aristocrats!"

They all laughed wildly, it was a laugh of relief, a laugh of revenge. No one can stop them! No one! All the nobles who have helped the mayor and bullied them should be damned!

If the people of the town die, then their next target will be the nobles of the entire Carance Empire!

Nord Stream plucked out his ears and reasoned with them, which was not clear.

"You have too much resentment. Let Meslia out!" said Nord Stream to the glutinous rice dumplings beside him.

What the?

The undead in the sky froze.

The glutinous rice dumplings pulled out the stone, and the stone emitted a holy light, startling the undead to distance themselves and retreat one after another. But he couldn't escape from the woods, and let out a terrible scream.

Meslya's soul reappeared in front of Nord Stream and Nuomi Danzi, and the holy light gradually dimmed.

She didn't look at her badly anymore, but her eyes were full of sorrow and looked up at the resentful spirit above her head.

"Why are you still obsessed?"

"Meslya, you traitor!" a resentful voice rang out from all around, and the undead gathered again, forming a vague figure again. Speaking again, it was another man's voice. "Have you forgotten how they treated us? Have you forgotten the hatred of our shrine maidens?"

Meslia shook her head. "I haven't forgotten. I used to hate, I resented. I've thought about breaking them to pieces, I've thought about ruining this town. But the power of hatred frightened me. ”

"Coward. If you don't want to, then let us do it! Let's get out!"

Meslia resolutely refused. "Our sins are too deep to be wrong. As the words fell, she looked at Beixi and glutinous rice dumplings.

"Dear adventurer, forgive me for my previous rudeness. ”

"I guess you've forgiven us for being a little rude just now. The glutinous rice dumplings apologized again and again.

In fact, the quest prompt that the two of them just received was: help the kind Meslia and eliminate the resentment in the hearts of the undead. At that time, Beixi thought of the beginning and the end as soon as his head turned, and kept the glutinous rice dumplings private, and the two of them had such a plan.

Meslia sighed, a deadwood staff appeared in her hand, and with a flick of it, the undead in the air were surrounded by a cloud of holy light, unable to move.

"Ahhh ”

As soon as the undead's angry words fell, it had already turned into a black circle wrapped in white light and returned to Meslya's hand, and the black mist continued to impact the white film, but it was never able to break the force.

Is the mission complete?

Glutinous rice dumplings looked at Beixi. Nord Stream shook his head, no! Epic task, how could it be completed so lightly!

"My power can't ruin them. "Look, the mission is here again.

"For half a century, I relied on the power of this dead wood to suppress their revenge. Now, I can feel the power of the dead wood waning. And my own soul can no longer stay in this world. Adventurers, there's no time left!"

"How can we help you?"

Meslya's eyes were filled with worry and determination. "Strength alone can't destroy them. The power of resentment is very strong, and only by arousing the kindness in their hearts and the yearning for beautiful things can they completely eliminate the unwillingness in their hearts. In this way, they will leave this world without obsession. ”

"What do you do then?" asked the glutinous rice dumplings.

"The Elven Comedy of Endas Yurna has the power to heal people's hearts. A beautiful divine comedy can make all the evil thoughts in the world disappear. It's the most beautiful piece of music in the world!"

"However, the Divine Comedy of Endas Julna is a treasure of the elves. It's very difficult to lend out! Are you willing to take the risk?"

Meslya had a pleading look in her eyes.

"We will definitely help you. ”

"I can hold on for two more months. In two months, if I can't bring back the Divine Comedy of the elves, the evil power will break through my seal, and I will be devoured by them. It's going to be a catastrophe. ”

Nord Stream and glutinous rice dumplings looked firm. "I'll definitely bring back the Divine Comedy!"

Bite. You have successfully taken on the quest 'In Search of the Divine Comedy of Endas-Yulna'. Bring back the Divine Comedy from the Elves within two months, and help Meslia transcend the undead and awaken the townspeople.

Failure Penalty: Level down by 2 levels, and body stats down by 50% for 10 calendar days.

Nord Stream looked at the mission prompt. Frown. And the penalty for failure? It seems that this mission is a bit difficult!

Say goodbye to Meslya. It was getting late in the evening. Nord Stream is going to go offline and sleep! Now that the mission has been taken. The two took out the teleportation scroll and returned to the imperial capital.

"Nord Stream big. When will it be online tomorrow?"

"Around 9am. ”

“ok。 ”

The two made an appointment, and the original underground line -

Dividing line-

The next day, as soon as Nord Stream was launched, it received a secret message from the fan. Took a look at the content. Hit a voice call over.

"I'll go, aren't you supposed to go to class today?" was the first sentence of the voice call.

Nord Stream is speechless, did you just find out today that I didn't go to class?

"I don't want to go. ”

Bang Fan understands Nord Stream and can't help but roll his eyes. "Can the guild take people in a big way?"

"How many people can you pull?"

The fan weighed it and said slowly: "About a thousand." It's all a few studios I've known before, and some good friends who play well. ”

"You look at it. I don't have any requirements for the guild people, as long as they don't have any dissenting intentions. ”

"It's not famous now, who would have a different heart to enter our guild?"

Nord Stream is really a hands-off shopkeeper, the guild has been built for a week, and Nord Stream has not entered the guild once.

"You and Lin Zi look at it. I asked Wuli to find an architect and some life players, and we built the guild territory first. ”

"What about the warehouse?" said the fan thought that the warehouse was a big problem right now. The guild territory can be put first, after all, the love guild territory only has some life players in the guild, and there is not a single life player in the current mechanical age. When players enter a guild, the first thing they need to do is pay attention to what weapons are in the guild's warehouse. Having a good weapon is one of the points that attracts players to stay.

Nord Stream probably forgot about this. "I'll get it. You go and open the warehouse!" Let's do my duty as a president, don't you!Nord Stream took out ten w gold coins from the warehouse.

Run to the market and start farming gear.

Nord Stream used to help the Divine Heaven do his best to manage the guild, so it can be said that he knows more about the guild than he knows about it.

Now that it's created, it's time to get the guild up. It's good for yourself and for players who have joined the Machine Age. Nord Stream now has only one idea, so that they never regret joining the mechanical age!

From now on, build a guild warehouse that will make all guilds jealous.

Nord Stream brushed nearly five or six hundred pieces of equipment. All the equipment with good attributes on the market was almost swept away by her! There is also a limit to the number of fifth-level guild warehouses.

Only 700 pieces of equipment can be stored. Nord Stream stacked the equipment one by one from the silver level to the dark gold level. Leaving unfilled grids, Nord Stream intends to build their own equipment.

Then he summarized the warehouse management plans of some big guilds in the previous life, and listed a perfect warehouse management system. By the way, I have set up several rules that must be followed when entering the mechanical age!

It's almost done, Nord Stream Secret Chat Pull Fan: Okay. Pull back an "ok", and there will be no follow-up.

Nord Stream looked at the time, it was almost 10 o'clock. I can't help but be surprised, why hasn't the glutinous rice girl been online yet?

Coincidentally, at this time, I received a message in the fog. Five pieces of the Heart of the Machine have been found.

Nord Stream breathless, has it finally waited for this day? (To be continued......)

PS: I'm very happy to see the comments. Whether it's a comment that reflects the plot or cheers for the face, it gives me a new way of thinking! How to write, how to write the plot you want.

I don't really like to involve dungeons because it feels boring to play dungeons. It's more about wanting to present another style of play. Since simulation games are claimed to be the second human world, why can't we get rid of the old game mode, like experiencing a big adventure, and use the mission as a process of understanding a story, so that the player can get some truth and reflection. I still feel a little tender, and some places are lacking. So my friend's comments are very important to me!