"What the hell is going on? Little Jerry is missing?"

The mouth was hidden behind a thick canvas, which made Roger's voice a little muffled than usual, but even so, it still couldn't hide the surprise in his tone.

It was clear that there was only a skeleton with a skeleton of bones left, and Jack, who was trotting all the way, still looked out of breath, and his white ribs were also up and down, but I didn't know where it was still panting.

Relying on Roger's support and gasping for breath for a while, Skeleton Jack finally recovered before raising his head in the direction of the voice. When it finally saw the tightly wrapped Roger at the entrance of the cave, his expression was stunned for a moment, and the hand supporting Roger retracted as if he was electrocuted, and his voice couldn't help but rise a few degrees for a while: "Voss is on top, Roger, what kind of shape do you guy, why did you get injured like this after not seeing you all night?"

It's no wonder that Jack is making a fuss, I have to say that Roger is almost out of shape now, the bloated clothes on his body almost stretch his body in a circle, the tattered linen cloth blocks all the possible gaps between the fabrics, the mottled color makes him block the doorway like a humanoid doorpost, in fact, Jack has been thinking that he is propped up on the wall at the mouth of the pit just now.

Roger pulled the heavy canvas clothes on his body, spread his hands and said helplessly: "You and I are like your undead, can you not care about such wind and sand weather, human beings need a lot of preparation to walk in such weather." What do you think I've been preparing for the past few days? Forget it, let's not talk about that, what's going on with little Jerry?"

"Meat people are so troublesome. Muttering in a low voice, Skeleton Jack scratched his smooth head, and after standing at the mouth of the pit for a short time, its body was covered with a layer of sand that had been scraped into the pit, leaving its entire skeleton dusty.

"I wanted to call little Jerry to say goodbye to you, but I didn't find it in his usual place, so I asked the nearby undead, and they said they hadn't seen it since Jerry came up from the mine that day. Speaking of this, Jack paused, looked up and down the tightly wrapped Roger suspiciously, and said, "Did you really explain to little Jerry that little Jerry that he lost the dumb man?"

"Forehead......" Roger choked for a while, his face was slightly embarrassed behind the thick canvas, and he said perfunctorily with a little lack of confidence: "Didn't I tell you yesterday, little Jerry already knows that the dumb man is completely gone, do you think Jerry went to the mine to find the dumb again?"

"It's very likely," said Jack, holding his chin, "but even if little Jerry goes down the mine, he should be up for so many days......

"Maybe it's going to be in another nearby tunnel," a weak-hearted Roger said with a dry smile and diverted the subject, "don't worry, it'll be fine..... Oops, it's getting late, I'll withdraw first. Anyway, without giving Jack time to react, he dragged the cart behind him and rushed into the wind and sand.

Skeleton Jack glanced at the dim clouds, looked at Roger's figure that quickly disappeared in the black wind, and was a little confused: "Doesn't this kid usually care about Jerry's kid, what's wrong with this kid today, and he is still running in such a hurry? Speaking of which, this kid has been a little wrong since he came up from the mine......"

"But that's fine, save the effort of talking......" Jack grinned and ruffled his chin, pale soul fire overflowing his eyes, clusters circulating on the surface of his bones, and a moment later, the soul fire flashed brightly, and a black cloak was draped over Skeleton Jack.

In the whistling wind, there seemed to be a different kind of singing, it was a melody from the distant past, humming a small tune in his mouth, the skeleton of the world raised his dry hand bones against the dim sky, and against the background of the dim sky wind and sand, a flowing silver-gray luster ring appeared on its phalanges at some point, and in Jack's empty eye sockets, the soul fire that had been extinguished once again beat violently, even mixed with a trace of imperceptible emerald, and it whispered to itself in a hoarse voice, " If you follow it secretly, you can return to the Pan Continent, even if you take another look......"

"Vos is on top!"

The words were divided into two ends, and Roger, who rushed into the black wind with his stuffy head, ran out a long distance in one breath, until the pit was completely blocked by the wind and sand, and then stopped and breathed a long sigh of relief.

"It's so troublesome, I almost got exposed. ”

Roger, who was dressed in bloated clothes, squatted down with great difficulty, looked at the direction of the pit and said to himself helplessly: "Jerry, this kid shouldn't really run to find the plane passage, I just told it that the dumb is not in the necromantic underworld, and it is not necessarily in the pan-continent, besides, why be so obsessed with finding the dumb, what good is a guy like Rust......."

"Where are you going to find this kid in such a big plane?" Roger irritably grabbed the fine pieces of gravel on the ground and let them blow down in the wind, "but if I'm not mistaken, even if I don't look for it, there's a good chance that the kid won't be ......"

"Forget it, let's go to the ruins of Amanda first, it's still important to get down to business. Roger got up and clapped his hands and whispered, "Can you find little Jerry's kid and let it be." ”

The gritty black wind struck Roger like a knife on Roger's thick clothes, crackling in his ears. Looking through the inky lenses, the dim canopy of the sky seemed to press on Roger, and he sighed, and the knowledge about this land slowly emerged in his mind.

"Plane number B27, originally a low-level plane, occurred in (data expunged) when the fall of the gods occurred, the event number (data expunged), it was confirmed that all intelligent beings in this plane were extinct at the time of the fall of the gods, and there has been no sign of recovery so far. After (DATA EXPUNGED), the (DATA EXPUNGED) Divine Contamination ceased and did not impact the barrier, but it is still necessary to note that the barrier fluctuation level increases. ”

“....... Supplemental Report: Within three points of time after the fall of the gods, multiple observers reported that there were several large-scale outbreaks of the concept of death in the B27 plane, presumably due to the remnants of the gods (DATA EXPUNGED), because there were no intelligent beings in the plane, and the minimum level of event processing was not reached, and the concept of death spread to the entire B27 plane. ”

Among the forbidden knowledge from the gods, based on Roger's permission, there is only enough to see this knowledge about the necromantic underworld, and even so, combined with Rust's words, it is enough for Roger to clarify the reason why this plane is so rich in necromantic energy.

"So, at some point in the past, the original god of death, Kergash, unexpectedly fell in the plane known to the gods as B27, which is now the Necromantic Underworld, and caused a mass extinction of local creatures. After being processed by Rust, although the aftermath of the fall of the gods was smoothed out, in fact, the concept of necromancy still spread uncontrollably to the entire continent, and as for why this place became the destination of the creatures of the pan-continent after death, is there no record of it......"

Roger, who was talking to himself, pondered for a moment, and suddenly his face fell, and he lost his temper at the flying sand in the sky while pinching his waist, "Fuck daddy! I know that these messy things have something to do with my mission, and you can tell me clearly what the goal of the mission is, bastard!"

In the wind and sand, Roger, who was self-defeating, finally shook his head helplessly, lowered his head and tore off the thick leather gloves in his right hand. After a few moments, Roger's pale palms were quickly dyed yellowish by the wind and sand, "In the end, it still depends on the old way, Boss Rust bless me with useful information......."

Closing his eyes and lightly tapping his right index finger on his forehead, the chain of cause and effect and fate was silently touched, the reality based on probability collapsed towards the unknowable, and the trend of the operation and development of things appeared in front of Roger's eyes in every detail.

"Jack, the flames, and ...... A broken slate?" Roger's eyes flashed a little confused as he lowered his index finger, muttering as he put his gloves back on, and sometimes the answer given by 'Trend' was so confusing.

"So my target will be that slate, but what the hell is Jack and the skyrocketing flames? I just want to sneak into the ruins......." Thinking of this, Roger, who was pondering, was suddenly stunned, and the expression on his face suddenly became very exciting, "No, should I blow up the mage camp in the ruins, and then run back to find Jack for refuge?" Roger shuddered, and for a moment the feeling of pain came to his mind again.

"No, such trend predictions are not necessarily reliable, and it makes no sense to worry about what is happening. Roger came back to his senses after a pause, leaned over and pulled the broken cart behind him, and the style of the whole person was instantly no different from that of the returning migrant workers, "Anyway, let's head towards the ruins of Amanda first, if you don't hurry up as planned, you can only spend the night in the sand tonight." ”

After roughly distinguishing the direction, Roger, who had a clear goal, stepped forward in the direction of the wind and sand, and his figure slowly disappeared into the black sand.

A moment later, in the place where Roger had been in a daze, a thin figure quietly appeared.

Wrapped in a thin linen robe, Jack carried a simple longbow, and it crouched down silently, checking the traces of Roger's activities just now, even if his footprints had been hidden by the wind and sand, but in Jack's perspective, everything was a different scene, it was a completely black and white world, and under such a monotonous color, the pale red human footprints on the sand were clearly visible.

"Pan Continent, it's been a long time......" Jack's hoarse voice muttered softly, and also went in the direction where Roger disappeared.