"Knock Knock"

The annoying knock on the door kept ringing all the time, like a rapid and dull drum beat, and finally woke Roger from a good dream.

"Hmm, my head hurts", Roger, who was woken up, got up from the dilapidated wooden bed full of clutter, shook his head that looked heavy because of the hangover, he habitually reached out and lit the oil lamp, looked at the familiar tables and chairs around him and was stunned for a long time, which corresponded to his own home, and the sequelae of the hangover was that Roger didn't even know how to get home now.

Rinsing his mouth to remove the strange smell from his mouth, Roger got up and went to open the door with the oil lamp. Opening the dilapidated iron door, which was more symbolic than practical, Roger stood at the door, and couldn't help but shudder, by the faint light of the oil lamp, the narrow pit outside the door was empty.

"Roger, look down, look down! Stinky Roger, you do it on purpose, every time you do this, it's funny to tease me."

A thin and sharp voice sounded at Roger's feet, Roger looked down with a laugh, a small skeleton jumped and wanted to knock on Roger's chest, because of the short hands and feet, even if the feet were padded, they could only reach Roger's stomach, and the funny appearance amused Roger.

"Okay, don't make a fuss" daily teasing the little skeleton Jerry, Roger felt that his brain was also much clearer, seeing Jerry holding his arm on the side and puffing, Roger lowered his body in interest and let it knock his head

"Alright, now tell me why you're knocking on my door in such a hurry. Roger squinted, apparently he hadn't slept enough.

"Oh, I remember, it's all because you always bullied me and made me forget about business!" The pale soul fire in the eyes of the little skeleton Jerry beat rapidly, and he pointed to the next room and said anxiously: "I went over there to clean up just now, and found that Mr. Dumb was gone!"

Mute, a human who lives next door to Roger, appeared near the tunnel during a storm a few months ago and was abducted by the hospitable undead, but he has not spoken since he appeared, nor has he told everyone his name, and over time he has been unanimously called Mr. Dumb by the nervous undead.

As one of the few humans in the tunnel, the newcomer mute has been arranged to be neighbors with Roger, and he has only used gestures to make simple exchanges, not to mention how familiar he is, but he knows a little more about Jerry, a little skeleton who was found by the mute to clean up.

"What else should I do, don't worry, the pit is such a big place, he can't lose it," Hearing Jerry's words clearly, Roger pressed its little skull and yawned and walked into the house, "Maybe he went to Tom the Mouse to dig up the rags, he hasn't been pitted by Tom yet, or does the tunnel gatekeeper say he ran out into the dark wind?"

Seeing that Roger was not interested in this, Jerry anxiously grabbed Roger's clothes and wanted to pull him out, but his strength was too small, but he was dragged into the house by Roger.

"The gatekeeper hasn't seen Mr. Dumb, but when I came back, I heard an abomination say that he had jumped into the abandoned mine in the dark!" Jerry was about to cry in a hurry, if he still had the ability to shed tears.

Roger stopped, holding the oil lamp with a suspicious expression, "You heard it right, there will be people in that ghost place who will take the initiative to jump into it?"

The abandoned pit they were talking about was located in the center of the tunnel, and to be precise, the tunnel was dug around the pit. I don't know how many years ago, the first group of undead who settled here found ores containing a high concentration of soul power in the land under their feet, and the quenched soul crystals can not only be used by some ambitious undead to directly absorb the power of ascension, but also an important spell casting material for dark wizards, including necromancers.

The undead must have been ecstatic to discover such a deposit, and they quickly became powerful with the help of the continuous production of soul crystals in the mines, and used it to exchange scarce resources and magical items unique to the pan-continent with the dark wizards, and built a loose army with them.

When the city-state of the undead was thriving, a mining disaster occurred in the soul mine, which was the basis of everything, and the undead who had prospered here ended one day.

Now there is no way to know what is going on in the mine, only that the rich almost substantial necromantic energy overflows from the mine, and the undead who are the creatures of the necromancy cannot resist the baptism of this energy, and they have turned into white bones and become the building materials of the undead thousands of years later, and although the necromantic energy is now dissipated in that mine, the hollow underground is still a forbidden area that no one dares to go to by the undead.

"What I said is true," Jerry the little skeleton also knew that this was a bit strange, but he still affirmed, "the abomination uncle is very sure, he saw Mr. Dumb standing alone by the mine for a long time last night, and the abomination uncle tried to go up to warn him of the danger, but Mr. Dumb suddenly jumped down. ”

"Sure enough, you've been driven crazy by the high-energy daily life of your group of undead, and you're looking for a short time?" Roger thought, touching his chin.

Jerry had long been immune to Roger's complaints, and continued to beg Roger, "Roger, you are a half-elf, your elven bloodline blessed by nature can resist the baptism of necromantic energy for a period of time, only you can help Mr. Dumb here, you both belong to the human camp, you can't see death to your own kind and not save it."

Roger turned around and squatted down in front of the wooden box in the corner of the room, rummaging through the box, and said, "There are many human beings who can't be saved, and it's not strange to accidentally die one or two people in this era, not everyone can die in bed hungry and cold at the age of forty, Ou, this is it." Roger pulled out a leather jacket from under the suitcase, slung it over his shoulder, got up and patted the dust off his body, and continued, "But for your sake, little Jerry, I'll accompany you to find the dumb corpse." ”

"Mr. Dumb will be fine. Jerry said with serious emphasis.

"You don't have to go down the mine in a cage, it's more likely to be your kind. Roger locked the door and jokingly.

"Sir is strong, like, like, as strong as the black wind outside the pit, he'll be fine. "Dying early in life and mingling with a group of necromancers after death, Jerry the little skeleton has no words to describe in his barren language, except for what he considers to be the most terrifying.

"If the dumb man can be like the black wind, he will be able to float up on his own, and we will go to him wherever we want. Roger put on his coat and led Jerry in the opposite direction of the mine, "Okay, okay, let's just assume that the dumb man is not dead, anyway, we have to go down, we have to go and take Jack first." ”

"What are you doing calling Brother Jack so far, it lives on the other side of the tunnel," Jerry asked, puzzled as he trotted after Roger.

"Stupid, it's been a night, it's not that late, and who's going to pull us up when we go down the mine," Roger turned around and patted Jerry's little skull again.

"Yes," said little Jerry in frustration, "why didn't I think of that." ”

"So you're stupid. "Roger is in the middle of the knife.

“......”

Roger led Jerry through the intricate and intertwined tunnels to the other end of the circular tunnel, and pulled out the resting skeleton Jack out of the corner embedded in the wall.

"Who is it that awakens my rest and prepares to accept the sanction of the dead...... Roger, you bastard, what are you doing waking me up. Jack shook the dirt off his body, found a random stone and sat down, and said to Roger in an unkind tone.

Roger just wanted to explain the situation to Jack, but he didn't expect Jack to get up with such a line from middle two, feelings Jack, you still make a cameo appearance as a dungeon boss?

Without Roger's reminder, Jerry stepped forward to tell Jack why they wanted to go to the mine, and when he heard that the two wanted to go down to the bottom of the mine to find Mr. Dumb, Jack's soul fire jumped, and he said to Roger in a tangled way: "If you don't have money, you can delay the wine money for two days, and you don't have to go to the bottom of the mine to find soul crystals to die." ”

"Hey, you're wrong, you heard me going to the mines," said Roger, pulling Jack up from the rock, "and don't think I don't know about your idea of pretending to remind you that I owe you money for your drink." ”

"If you remember, let's go quickly, let's say okay first, I'm only responsible for pulling the cage on it to send you down to death, and I won't go down if I kill you." ”

"That's a lot of nonsense. ”

Soon, the two skeletons and Roger were made their way down the tunnel in the center of the tunnel to the mine, which was originally used as a passage to transport the soul ores produced, so the excavation was extraordinarily wide. The three of them didn't meet a few undead along the way, and the wandering undead carefully avoided this place, and the wide passage only echoed the footsteps of the three people, Roger put his hand on the back of his neck, and asked Jerry without looking back, "There's a question I've always been curious about, why do you care so much about a dumb human?"

"Because Mr. Dumb is like family to me," Jerry replied without thinking, and then lowered his head and fell into some kind of sadness, the disappearance of Dumb really made it very lost, "Because I have always been very weak, I can't go out to collect resources, and I am clumsy in doing things, and everyone doesn't care much about me, only Mr. Dumb will help me, not to say that Roger, you treat me badly, it's just that Mr. Dumb makes me feel different from others." ”

It's really a simple and easily satisfying little skeleton, Roger couldn't help but think that such a person would be squeezed dry outside and there would be no bones left, I have to say that after experiencing that guy's betrayal, Roger always used the darkest thoughts to speculate on people's hearts.

"Here we are, this is the abandoned Soul Mine. Jack's voice rang out, breaking the silence of the three.

The passage ahead suddenly opened up, and a large area of open space was trimmed around the mouth of the mine, which was supposed to be a place for temporary ore stacking, but now there was only a decaying wooden base, and the original appearance could not be distinguished, and in the center of the clearing was the wellhead closed by a sliding gate, and just by approaching here, the three of them felt the coldness coming out of their bones.

"Come on, let me hurry up and finish your work," Jack ran to the cable wheels that controlled the lifting of the cage, fortunately, the cable noose was made by the undead from the special alloy that they had traded from the dark wizards, and there was no sign of extensive damage to this day, "I'm going to wait for you in the tunnel, it's uncomfortable to stay in this place for a minute longer." ”

"Whoa", Roger lifted the sparsely distributed railing and stepped onto the rickety cage with Jerry. The deep mouth of the well was at his feet, and when he looked down, the darkness seemed infinitely distant, and Roger threw a stone down, listening to the sound of it bouncing between the core of the wooden cage and the wall of the well, until after a long and terrible time, there was a faint and distant splashing sound, and the stone finally fell into the puddle at the bottom of the well.

"As soon as we shake the noose of the cage, you pull us up", Roger turned back to tell Jack, seeing Jack shrinking behind the cable axle and waving his hand to receive it, Roger looked at the wall of the well and took a deep breath, trying not to let himself look down, "We're ready." ”

"May the thorns of Voss bless you, then, and good luck," Jack shook the twisted rope with both hands, and with a screeching sound, the cage lost its strength and fell straight into the well, and now the two of them entered the stage of free fall, and then Jack braked in time to make a slow landing. Because there were only two people going down the shaft, Jerry's weight was even more insignificant, and with the help of the runes engraved on the axle, such a mechanical jack could barely be used to manipulate the descent of the cage alone.

"Alright, in the end. ”

With a muffled sound in the pit, the cage landed safely at the bottom of the shaft, Jack stuck the cable, and ran back into the tunnel, the atmosphere around the mine made it more and more uncomfortable, "Anyway, come on, little Roger." Jack shuddered, wrapping himself in the dirt.