"Well, how do we ferry? Perhaps, how to hand him over to you? Chen Badai felt that the current information was enough, if he didn't ferrile the soul according to the high priest's request, then no one would be able to cross the Black River one step, let alone get the scepter.

"Hand over what you think is the most precious, and the gods will bless your soul to return to your homeland......" The high priest slowly stood up, walked to the long table, and gently patted Chen Badai's head with a golden scepter: "Hand it over...... Hand it over...... Let it ferry your soul ......"

Chen Badai was stunned for a moment, but he seemed to have been spelled, he took out the bank card representing his wealth from his pocket and handed it to the high priest, the high priest muttered a spell he didn't understand, and he didn't know when there was a small clay bottle in his hand, he poured a little black liquid from the clay bottle into Chen Badai's wine glass, and the black liquid floated on the red raspberry wine......

The high priest continued to chant the incantation, and Chen Badai hesitated for a moment, then picked up the wine glass and drank it all.

"That's it?" Chen Badai asked.

The high priest did not answer, and he walked up to Dick...... Dick felt a sharp gaze shoot from his blind eyes, piercing his body, and his soul seemed to be exposed to him.

"Descendants of the Red Dragon...... Indignation will destroy you......" said the High Priest in a low voice.

"All right......" Dick untied the gold watch from his wrist and handed it to the High Priest......

Hand over what he felt was the most precious, listen to the high priest chant an incantation he didn't understand, and drink a glass of raspberry wine, this ritual of ferrying the soul was completed, which was much easier than everyone imagined, when the high priest walked to Xia Ruobing's side, Xia Ruobing saw the golden scepter in his hand, and asked, "Can I take a look at this scepter?" ”

The high priest looked at Xia Ruobing fixedly, and handed the scepter to Xia Ruobing for a while.

Xia Ruobing could see at a glance that the dragon who fought with the fire dragon had a vicious face, in the Eastern civilization, the image of the dragon is also constantly changing, the gentle dragon we see only appeared around the Song Dynasty, and in some earlier dynasties, the image of the dragon was vicious......

In the long river of history, people have created many images and types of dragons according to their self-awareness and worship of nature, and later generations will all call them dragons, and although the dragon on the scepter has a fierce face, it has no horns, according to the classification of dragons, the hornless dragon has a dragon and a dragon, and the hornless dragon should be a dragon.

Xia Ruobing can be sure that this is the image of a dragon during the Han Dynasty, when dragons were mainly vicious, but a Han dragon ...... Or maybe Han Yan appeared on this scepter and fought with the fire dragon in Western legends......

"Only the fire of the fire dragon can defeat the army of the undead......," the high priest said slowly.

Xia Ruobing remembered that in the story just now, when the first time the undead army failed, it was precisely because of the fire in the valley that the scepter represented the supreme power of this fortress, but in the face of the fear of the undead army, even the high priest with the highest power needed to seek a stronger and more mysterious power to protect this fortress......

"Is this the dragon on the Bloodstone?" Xia Ruobing asked as she stroked the coiling dragon on the scepter.

"Ferry your soul...... Let's go find your answer......" The high priest muttered to himself, and did not answer Xia Ruobing.

Xia Ruobing thought about it, and she took off the engagement ring on her ring finger.

"Ruobing?" Wang Xingguo wanted to stop her, but it was too late.

This is the ring that Wang Xingguo carefully selected for her, and she promised to wear her for the rest of her life......

Wang Xingguo was still stunned, Xia Ruobing had already drunk the raspberry wine.

Seeing that everyone had ferried their souls according to the ritual, the high priest sang a desolate song in a low voice and slowly walked up to his throne.

Chen Badai felt a little dizzy, he felt that this ballad was mixed with the murmuring in his head, which made him feel very irritable, but he couldn't resist, he raised his hand and clenched his fist, banging on his forehead, trying to drive the sound out of his head, but his hand had no strength, Chen Badai's eyes began to blur, he turned his head to look at the others in confusion, Tchaikov was shaking his head vigorously, Mr. Min and Dick were already lying on the table, Xia Ruobing obediently leaned on Wang Xingguo's arms as if asleep, Wang Xingguo seemed to be saying something to him, but Chen Badai couldn't hear anything......

Chen Badai felt a burst of dizziness, and the sound of muttering and singing seemed to squeeze his brain, he felt that his eyes were dark, and his head "tom", and he hit the long table hard, and then he didn't know anything.

The high priest, seeing that everyone was asleep, stopped chanting and whispered to General Gurg, who had been standing without saying a word: "Repair the bridge and let them go......

"High Priest of Kailan, can they really soothe the souls of the undead?" General Gorg asked.

"I'm not long gone, and the Guardians are long gone, General...... There will never be an army of the undead again...... There will never be any more ......," said the High Priest slowly, a little choked in his words.

"You mean...... Our thousand-year-old guardianship is just an illusory spectacle? "The general felt sad in his heart, from the moment he was born, his parents told him that this was his fate, this was his duty, they ferried their souls, left them on this side of the Black River, their mission was to resist the army of the undead here, and 1000 years have passed, the souls in the waves of the Black River have been churning for a thousand years, but no undead have ever come from the east, and the fortress that once stood on its feet is now in tatters, with its shining armor, sharp swords, and strong walls...... Everything that has been done to defend against the army of the undead is slowly dimming with time, and at the same time there is also the life of the guardians, generation after generation, the fortress that was once bustling with tens of thousands of warriors is now left with less than 300 people struggling, 200 kilometers away from the fortress, the mountains have long entered the civilized society, and the guardians of the Black River, for their duty, are slowly aging here, dying, and even their souls cannot rest in peace!

"General, this is our mission...... May all restless souls rest in peace......," the high priest said tiredly.

The general bowed to him, and the high priest slowly walked through the side door to his chamber and disappeared into the darkness of the corridor......