Two days passed.

It is still a lively tunnel tavern, and in the days when the black wind outside the tunnel arrives every month, all kinds of undead who can't go out because of the weather will always come here as promised, roast the stove, light a fresh and bloody meat steak, with low-quality ale mixed with water, and enjoy a rare leisure time lazily in the condemnation of the black-hearted tavern owner.

At the bar, there are the old positions of Roger and Jack.

Roger, with two dark circles under his eyes, shook his glass, touched a glass with Jack, raised his head and took a few sips, then put down the wine glass filled with inferior rye wine like a keg, and couldn't help but yawn again.

"You've been very wrong these days. Skeleton Jack, leaning against the bar, asked strangely, the soul fire in his eyes looked up and down at Roger who was almost lying on the bar, "Since you came up from under the mine, you have been in your little broken house for a long time, and if I hadn't pulled you out today, you would have starved to death in your own home." ”

Holding his chin in his hand, Roger's eyelids kept fighting, as if he was about to fall asleep, "How is it possible, I was going out today, did I show it so obviously?"

As he spoke, Roger poured another sip of ale, and the cold syrup made him slightly sober. I stayed up all night and sorted out the information in my mind, and the vast amount of trivial information needed to be sorted out little by little, and the Rust guy just threw all the information into his head in one go.

"It's really not 'obvious' at all," Jack said in an accentuated tone, and his tone was very unkind: "You don't know what Rick's bastards said, they actually said that I locked you in the house and drained your yang energy to make you like this these days." ”

"Poof~"

Roger, who poured the ale wine down as water, didn't hold back, and a mouthful of inferior ale wine squirted out all at once, and the already dirty bar counter added another layer of wine stains, which provoked the substitute bartender to look at Roger angrily.

"Ahem, what is this," Roger, who was choked, said with a rather painful pain while wiping the wine stains on the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, "Why is the yang energy coming out, who taught them all these nonsense words?"

Jack pulled his position a little farther away, poured out the place for the bartender to wipe the table, and then said indifferently: "It's not that you yourself scream every time you drink too much, once when you got drunk, you tore off my hand bones and slapped it on the table, and began to tell a big story in a daze, what kind of story of a man with three eyes fighting with a monkey, the story of three countries going back and forth, my personal favorite is the story of the white snake people falling in love with the doctor......"

Roger, who has always boasted of being cheeky, covered his face, and his rare face became rosy, seeing that Jack had no tendency to stop at all, Roger, who was annoyed and angry, stretched out his hand and skillfully broke Jack's face a few times, and then removed its chin.

"This group of guys, reading, reading people's things, how can it be called storytelling!"

Listening to the snickering laughter of the undead at the tables behind him, Roger, whose face was even redder, asked angrily, "Bastard skeleton, why didn't you remind me?"

Jack was not angry, but snapped his chin back, and said pleasantly with a sip of ale: "What's this, how can you miss the rare entertainment? Don't you notice that as soon as you come to the tavern, there are more customers? Everyone is waiting for your performance when you drink too much." In the end, Jack didn't hold back and laughed out loud.

"You're ruthless!"

Roger kicked his chair away with a straight face, pulled his neck and drank the wine in one gulp, then wiped his mouth and shouted at the bartender, "Check out, it pays," and pointed to Jack, who was still giggling.

"Haha, don't be angry. ”

Dropping two soul fragments, Jack followed Roger as he walked out of the tavern, and the two walked side by side towards the depths of the tunnel as usual, "There are too few entertainment activities for everyone, so it's good to let everyone relax once in a while." Halfway through speaking, Jack probed his head to look left and right, and continued in a low voice, "The main thing is that Ricka won't let me say it, saying that it can boost the business of its store....."

"Rick, that guy. Filled with shame, Roger gritted his teeth and took the little notebook that Rick had memorized in his heart, and decided that he must teach the mascot who knew how to hang himself on the doorframe before leaving the tunnel.

Roger smiled sneering in his heart and was thinking about throwing Rick's bones into the wild dogs outside the tunnel, seeing that his expression was becoming more and more dangerous, Jack next to him hurriedly diverted Roger's attention: "Don't talk about this, you just said that you were planning to go out when I was looking for you this morning, there is a black wind blowing outside, where can you go? ”

"I'm going to exchange something with Tom the Mouse," Roger said angrily, looking at Jack's weak heart, he didn't believe that Jack was not involved in this matter, "He is the only one of the few undead settlements in the vicinity who has some eye-catching travel equipment." ”

"What, you're getting out of here?" looked at Roger with some surprise.

Roger grabbed his hair irritably, and his short hair almost hung down to his shoulders after a few days of untidying, which made his neutral face from the blood of the elves even softer, and Roger, who was busy, had no choice but to tie his hair into a ponytail. The extra knowledge in his mind needs to be sorted out, the mission from Rust needs to collect intelligence, and the tedious work makes Roger work all night for days, so he will be out of Jack today with a low spirit.

"After being idle for so long, it's time to go out for activities. Roger kicked a piece of gravel away and said, "I feel like I'm getting rusty all day with you guys." ”

"As long as you're still in the underworld, apart from those unlucky flesh men, which one of you see isn't an undead?" Jack's gaze fell into the darkness with the rocks that Roger kicked off, and the soul fire in his eyes rippled inexplicably, "unless you can find a way to other planes." ”

"Amanda Ruins. Roger said lightly, "There's a dimensional rift there that leads to the pan-continent. ”

"How do you know? I heard that this is not the residence of your flesh magician?" Jack looked at Roger in bewilderment, and some thoughts that had long been extinguished burned in his heart again.

The ruins of Amanda may have hidden a passage to the pan-continent, which Roger only discovered in the past two days. In order to blend into the ruins to complete the entry task assigned by Rust, Roger checked all the records about Amanda's ruins in the tunnel, and accidentally discovered this secret, to be honest, when he analyzed it, Roger himself felt that he couldn't cry or laugh, he was trapped in the necromantic underworld for so long, but he didn't expect that the way back was almost under his nose.

"If the federation is too straightforward in disguise, it can deceive fools. Roger pointed his finger up and analyzed, "Unable to enrich magic power, there are no magic deposits around except for soul crystals that are useful to dark wizards, and the necromantic underworld should be worthless to magicians, or its value is limited, but they are still spending a lot of resources to open dimensional passages and build a pioneering camp in the ruins of Amanda, this act itself is problematic, mages are not a group that pays attention to feelings." ”

"As far as I know, the ruins of Amanda should be the location of the fallen Necromantic Lord, the old city-state of Gilson the Insect Eater, even for the sake of the undead Maharaja's level magic materials on its body, such an act is too wasteful, and the reason for chasing down the dark wizards who have fled to the underworld is even more ridiculous, I have never heard of a fugitive being stationed in the same place for more than ten years. ”

"In that case, we might as well make a bold guess. Roger said mysteriously, "What is there in this land that is worth investing so much of a mage's resources?"

"We the undead themselves. Following Roger's train of thought, Jack whispered, "They're guarding against our undead getting in there." ”

Roger nodded: "Then the next is very imaginable, maybe it is the fixed plane channel after the occasional opening, or the hidden plane overlap, in short, somewhere in the pan-continent, the two planes have a link, and the mages who discovered this situation have to spend manpower and material resources to keep this secret, after all, there are also many ambitious undead." ”

"I see. Jack looked at Roger and said quite seriously, "I'm not going to say it." ”

Hearing Jack's assurance, the corners of Roger's mouth rose slightly, and he patted Jack's shoulder blades with a face full of relief, "Don't be so serious, I guessed the above, it's not necessarily true or false, not to mention..."

"It's not necessarily a bad thing to let the undead enter the pan-continent. Roger, who was unaware of his role as an agent of the gods, said.

"So you're going to leave recently?" asked Jack, thinking a little absent-mindedly.

Roger, who slowed down, shook his head, "To be exact, I'll leave tomorrow morning." ”

The two exchanged words, and before they knew it, they had passed through the winding tunnel, and came to a dilapidated cave in the far corner, the loose iron gate was far more dilapidated than Roger's.

The pale soul fire in his eyes flickered a few times, even if he was impatient to return to the Pan Continent, Jack still had to remind Roger, "But once the black wind tide blows, it will not stop for three or five days, this is a catastrophe that swept the necromantic underworld, not to mention a meat person like you, even the undead can't bear it, and the weather outside now is not suitable for travel at all." ”

"You don't have to worry about this, the mountain people have their own tricks. Roger smiled and said something that Jack didn't understand, and knocked on the door of Tom's house for the Mouse, "Anyway, let's go to the Mouse' here to find some useful rags." ”