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"You...... Can I help you? ”

Beauty is beauty, but we don't know each other, disturb people's sleep, I won't give a good face.

"Whoever takes the liberty of disturbing me, please forgive your sins."

She wore her armor and bowed deeply to me, really, Chris didn't tell her, am I the person who doesn't like to be polite to others?

The little fox who lived nearby was also awakened by the sound, and a fox ear poked out from the crack in the door, and shook vigilantly towards us.

"Let's get down to business, you came so late, it shouldn't be as simple as coming to thank me."

I sighed, and let Anya in, and behind her, the little fox who slipped through the side door followed her with a wagging tail, as if she had reluctantly come in as if I had graciously invited her.

To explain in advance, I'm a pure person, and the evil resentment of asking for 3P or something has never come to mind.

"I'm here this time to beg Lord Fan to save Nila."

Anya just sat down. I haven't had time to wait for me to pour my tea. He said bluntly. She looks like a straightforward girl. I really don't know how I fell in love with Chris's smirk. Could it be the harmony of yin and yang in the legend?

"I believe in him. He's not that kind of person. So I beg you. Before other adventures find him. Help me. Find him together. I'll be able to convince him to turn back. Facing our quizzing gaze. Anya pleaded bitterly.

"Do you know where Niracek is?" I stared at her. Suddenly asked.

Anya looked at me for a moment. Bite your teeth. Nodding firmly, "If you're willing to help me." ”

"Did you sue Grandma Sù Mara about this?"

"Not yet. Oh~~~! I don't know what to do. I really don't know what to do. I don't want to hide it from Grandma Marat. But she knew later. It's bound to be bad for Nila. I believe Nila is not like that. I don't want him to die......"

Anya hugged her head in distress and cried, burying herself deep in the dim shadows of the lamp, for her, who had been living in a simple world, she was completely overwhelmed when she encountered such a dilemma.

"You saved my life, and I shouldn't have asked you again, but I think about it, and now only you can help me."

I hesitated, but I ignored that there was a little fox next to me who was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, she just thought for a moment, and then immediately clapped her chest and declared, "Wrap it around us." ”

Anyway, can you get rid of the word "we", I still want to sleep.

"You scoundrel, is it so touching that you ignore it?" Seeing my lack of interest, the little fox immediately showed its cute minions.

For a touching camaraderie? The ghost only believes it, I don't know the personality of your little fox? Hmph, I just want to join in the fun.

However, thinking about it, the peace talks on Linya's side should not end so soon, and it doesn't matter if we go crazy with this little fox again, anyway, after that, we have to ......

Ahem, besides, I'm also quite interested in the mysteries in my heart that haven't been solved yet.

"Okay, help people to the end." I slapped my palms and agreed.

In order not to let Marat's old fox notice, Anya came late at night, naturally in order to take advantage of the night, the little fox and I didn't have much preparation, put on clothes, wrapped in a thick cloak and hood, followed Anyah, and quietly walked out of the hotel through the back door.

The snowy mountains were already cold, let alone late at night, and the wind blowing from the darkness was like a fierce beast, trying to turn into the clothes everywhere.

I took a few steps closer to the little fox, and the wide cloak enclosed her, and in front of Dianya also lowered the brim of her hat, and leaned over, the dim light stretched her figure, and from behind, it looked like a solitary mage wandering in the dark.

Stepping on the dark night snow on the bluestone slab, the black shadows of the huge buildings around us are pressed towards us, and the twin bells on the tower in the middle of the city occasionally come to them, which makes people seem to be traveling at night on the streets of the ancient stone town in Europe in the Middle World, simple, magnificent, gloomy, vicissitudes.

The city of Harogas at night is also a shocking sight.

Following Anya, we crossed a concave and convex stone path made of wide stone slabs, and finally, the three of them stopped in front of a small stone house in the middle of nowhere, the window was not lit at all, but seemed to blow a dark wind from inside, like a haunted house.

"This is Nila's home, but he has always lived in the store and has no friends, I'm afraid that the others have long forgotten about it."

Anya caressed the rotten doorknob, then squeaked and pushed open the heavy wooden door. The figure disappeared into the thick black room, and the little fox and I followed.

"Close the door."

Anya's voice came in the darkness, and a dim light suddenly lit up in the room, illuminating her place, and the faint outline of the furniture slowly emerged in the flickering lights.

Inside, there is only a simple wooden table, a few wooden chairs, and a few cabinets, these heavy furniture, in addition to the wood texture, represent the traces of a long time.

Although it was dilapidated, the inside was very clean, and seeing that Anya was so familiar with the distribution of the house, she must have come to help Nilasek clean it often.

"From here, you can lead to the tribal temple, Nila mentioned it to me when I was a child, and now we are the only ones who know this secret."

As if she could taste the vicissitudes and desolation of a powerful race falling from prosperity to decline, Anya sighed with infinite emotion, crouching in a dark corner, her hand flashing with magical light. After a while, a secret door opened silently from beside her.

"Let's go."

She blew out the oil lamp, and the room fell back into darkness, and we entered through the secret door, ending in a basement with two faint lights on the walls that looked like they were about to go out, dispelling the darkness from the eyes, but there was nothing in it except for a teleportation circle carved in the center.

This is probably the entrance to the Tribal Temple.

Linya activated the magic circle and was about to step on, but I stopped her.

"Anya, it's better not to go."

"Why?" She withdrew her halfway foot and looked at me in amazement.

"You've been frozen for three months, and you're still weak, I heard that the temple is already full of monsters, so it's better to be careful." I saw that Anya seemed unmoved and continued.

"Besides, if you suddenly disappear now, Marat

You'll be aware of it, and if you want her to be out there, you have to be outside, yes, we promise, don't hurt Niracek. ”

Anya lowered her head and thought about it, her mind was simple, she was just afraid that Nilasek would be hurt, and when she heard my last reassurance, she didn't say anything more, nodded silently, and took a few steps back.

"Wait for our good news."

I smiled and beckoned to her, perhaps impressed by my confidence, and she smiled back, the knot on her brow loosened, and I couldn't help but be stunned, and I thought that she was a better girl to laugh.

Then, the little fox and I stepped into the teleportation array, and the figure disappeared in the white light, but I always felt that I had forgotten something, was it my delusion?

In Marathi's backyard, a huge, evenly-undulating silhouette of shadows was curled up in a corner of the straw mat and sleeping soundly, when suddenly it sneezed loudly.

As soon as we came out of the teleportation array, we heard a whistling sound in our ears, and the next moment, the wind was even more violent than a Category 12 hurricane, almost sweeping us directly into the air.

I hurriedly pulled the little fox and used my hegemonic body to firmly root my feet on the ground, and the two of them curled up in the dark, and braved the violent snowstorm to a recessed sheltered corner in front of me before they could catch their breath.

"What kind of exit is this, do those people who protect the tribe want to kill people?" The little fox, who had almost been swept away by the gale, had its little head peeking out of my cloak and grumbling with great dissatisfaction.

Looking out of the cave, the outside was completely covered by the violent snowstorm, and I could only see the snowflakes blackened by the night through the faint light that came from nowhere, and the inky black.

However, we still noticed that the place where we landed was actually a cliff halfway up to an unknown number of tens of thousands of feet, and a huge platform protruding from the ground.

If you had just been swept out by the wind and fell under this bottomless cliff...... Thinking of this, my heart immediately broke out in a cold sweat, and I shouted happiness.

It's no wonder that Mara and the others can't find the entrance to the temple, on this kind of cliff half-empty platform that can't go up to the world and the ground, I'm afraid that only the goshawk can appear, who will have nothing to jump off the cliff?

We stayed in this shelter until dawn, when the snow stopped, but the cold wind was still strong, and we got out of the hole and walked into the platform, and within a few steps the sharp-eyed little fox screamed.

Looking in the direction she pointed, on the ice-covered ground, dozens of decomposing warrior corpses were scattered on the platform of hundreds of square meters in front of them, and their bodies had already frozen into ice in the extreme cold.

Beyond the corpses of these warriors, the entrance to the temple was opposite, with several large letters newly carved on it.

Temple of Niracek.

Even the sacred tribal temple has been changed by him, isn't this madness? It seems that Anya's friendship is about to fall into the void.

After a sigh, we walked towards the temple gate, and just halfway through, we heard a strange sound of Karakala nearby.

"Be careful."

I held the crystal sword head-on, and the little fox instantly put two wrist blades in his hand, back to back, and his vigilant eyes scanned around.

"Corpses on the ground."

The little fox's subtle voice came from behind, and I nodded, signaling that I knew, although I couldn't see my movements, but I knew that the little fox must be able to feel it, and now at close range, the effect of the spiritual contract is still quite great.

On the ground, dozens of frozen rotting bodies, the sound of Karakala moved, and the ice covering them gradually cracked into a net, and then with a sound, it completely shattered, and they also touched the rusty big sword next to them, like a dying patient, and staggered to their feet.

Creeping corpses, an evolution of decay.

After having the information of these monsters in our minds, we calmed down, and the unknown is the most terrifying.

When it comes to beating the water dogs, the little fox and I are surprisingly in tune, and I'm afraid that only the protagonists in the TV movies are so gentlemanly that they obediently wait for these walking corpses to fully stand up and then fight them.

When the reptilian corpse was still on the ground and struggled to stand up, the two of us already smiled heartily and rushed out at the same time, the weapon in our hands slashed at the neck of the creeper who was still struggling on the ground.

By the time the reptilian corpses were fully up, with their swords in their hands, and stooping over to glare at us, their companions had already lost a third of their number.

To deal with these regenerative creatures, slashing and killing is obviously not the best way, using summoned skeletons or corpse explosions to destroy their bodies, but it is too wasteful.

As for the Paladin's sixth-order aura - Redemption, I'm sorry, even if I have equipment with this skill, I definitely can't wear it, and equipment with a level 60 skill requires at least level 60.

However, there is another trick, using freezing spells, first freeze these dirty and rotting corpses, and then lightly knock on the ground, snap, and shatter into countless frozen flesh foam, even if the great demon god Bal comes, I am afraid it will not be able to resurrect it again.

I have a lot of freezing spells in my hands, so it is also pleasant to knock, a ball of ice balls, and then a sword down, there is a sense of pleasure in ruining the art of ice sculpture.

The little fox on the other side is diametrically opposed, she doesn't have freezing skills at this stage, and the cold damage attached to the weapon can't freeze the enemy, no, seeing the corpse she just killed, she staggered and stood up like believing in Brother Chun, and the fox fur on her tail exploded.

But in the end, these rotten corpses can't pose a threat to us, so we killed the last creeping corpse, gasped for several times on its corpse, and saw that it no longer had the idea of Brother Xinchun, so we swaggered to the tribe...... Well, now it should be called the Temple of Nilasek, go inside.

Stepping into the gate of the temple, there is another wave of monsters - more than a dozen reptilian corpses, and there are only small bosses with names and surnames, called Grumpy Skin, and the boss attribute is fire enhancement.

In fact, I guess this little tyrant comrade is also quite depressed, why didn't he win the lottery, so he won such an attribute that made him worry?

In all fairness, flame enhancement is not weak, it can make people with fire damage in attacks, and their bodies are almost immune to fire attacks, almost unable to freeze, and the most terrifying thing is that monsters with flame enhancement attributes have a 50% chance of self-destructing after death.

This self-explosion is different from the corpse explosion of the necromancer, the strong flame explosion is mixed with shrapnel-like broken flesh and bones, even the full-blooded paladin is not sure to resist, especially the small boss-level flame enhancement, and the self-explosion is even more lifeless within a radius of ten meters.

But the bad thing is in this most powerful killer feature - the flame explodes, the creeping corpse can be resurrected, little B

The walking corpse has an almost 90% chance of being resurrected after death, and you say it's good to hang alive? Or is it better to blow yourself up?

It's a tough choice.

However, I made a choice for it, and after the little fox killed it with a bow and arrow from afar, I watched it slowly fall, its eyes were entangled, and it seemed that it was still hesitant to be reborn or blow itself up, I didn't give it a chance, almost a corpse touched the ground, a summoning skeleton.

With a snap, the grumpy skin's body cracked, and in its place was an innocent, miserable little white skeleton, holding a small axe, and the loose skeleton rose from the ground.

The grumpy skin is worthy of being a small boss with a name and surname, and a golden excellent giant stick has been dropped, and the damage is amazingly high, but the attack speed is also slow, this weapon is relatively unpopular, and only a few barbarians like to use it, and the attributes are not too good.

The little fox and I just glanced at it in a hurry, then threw it into the inventory and entered the temple.

Inside was eerie and astonishing, the flickering torches made the shadows around us sway, like a black beast, and we watched our surroundings and slowly stepped into the temple hall.

"Look."

I took a torch from the wall and lit up the wall in front of me.

The ancient faded stone walls were filled with dark red words, which were densely scattered in every corner of the wall, looking as if they were used to seal demons, and the cursed land was engraved with runes.

When the little fox and I read the words carefully, we couldn't help but be stunned.

The words on this are all written in blood, finger by finger, and you can even imagine the person who writes, pressing the bleeding fingers tightly with the same face, and portraying the scene on it, they are so hard that tens of thousands of years have passed, the walls have faded, and these blood words are still very clear.

These are the records left by the ancestors of the guardian clan, they are like the most fanatical believers, and every word on them is frantically venting their loyalty, worship, and faith in the World Stone Temple.

In their souls, the Temple of the Stone of the World is this day, this is the place, and it is the only reason for them to exist, in front of the temple, the family, relatives, wives and children, are so insignificant, even necessary, that they can dedicate their relatives and their heads to the temple at any time.

When I finished reading a paragraph with the little fox, which seemed to be a condensed mad faith, my body couldn't help but feel a chill, even when I came to the hall where the Great Demon God Baal was, I was not so afraid.

These bloody words, in our eyes, seem to form a group of tribesmen who flickered with fanatical eyes, shouting feverishly, instilling in our ears the belief in the Stone Temple of the World.

Blood was written in blood on all sides, as if there were countless such faces, surrounding us, and the whole world was spinning, leaving only these crazy faces, instilling their faith in our ears over and over again.

To outsiders, this may indeed be a cursed place.

"Can't look any further."

I forcibly turned the face of the little fox, who was still staring blankly at the bloody words, and the pretty face began to show a frightened and distorted expression, and took a deep breath.

Originally, I thought that it was nothing more than nonsense to condense my spirit and will into the words I wrote, so that those who read it could feel it, but now I look at it as true.

These tribesmen are really crazy, countless people have condensed the blood of their own souls and wills, even our adventurous minds can be affected, if we are ordinary people, as long as we look at it, we will be brainwashed and become crazy.

After stabilizing our minds, the little fox and I were afraid for a while, more frightened than just appearing on the edge of the cliff and almost being swept away, being blown down the cliff by a hurricane, and if we were lucky, we still had a chance to live, but being brainwashed by these residual text consciousness was a mental collapse and became a complete madman.

"There's just a hall here, what else should there be, let's find out." The little fox and I didn't dare to look at the wall anymore, as if avoiding the femme fatale, and began to search the hall instead.

After a while, the little fox, who was proficient in the trap mechanism, found the target, exclaimed, and activated the mechanism, a stone door, with a heavy rumbling sound, opened in front of the hall.

The Hall of Grief.

It's a newly engraved name, probably the handiwork of Nilasek, could it be that he has a penchant for naming? Then the two of us can communicate.

It is said to be a hall of grief, but in fact, there is a labyrinth of passages below, and the walls of these passages are also engraved with blood characters, and the little fox and I are curious, one person is on guard at any time next to him, and the other person reads and recites those blood words that can make people crazy.

At the beginning of the invasion, the tribesmen relied on their strong numbers and strength to steadily suppress the Hell Clan, and the words that recorded this history on it revealed a sense of pride everywhere.

This kind of pride is the pride of those who take pride in protecting the faith with their own blood and the lives of their companions, a pride that is twisted to the extreme.

In this lofty pride, the passage of life was brushed aside, and the little fox and I, from the perspective of spectators, saw the cause and process of the tribe's gradual decline from prosperity.

Perhaps, it is fitting that Neracek named this place the Hall of Grief, these words full of pride seem so ridiculous and sad to the remnants of the remnants of the tribe who know what has happened to their tribe!

We don't have time to read all the words, and it's impossible at all, and the walls of the passage that stretch from our eyes to all directions are densely covered with blood letters, afraid of everything from the beginning of the confrontation between the tribe and the hell clan to the decline of the millennium.

I am afraid that only those universities that are obsessed with historiography will be able to record these written records in their lifetimes.

On the other hand, we also ushered in the monsters in the Hall of Grief, which were still dominated by annoying reptilian corpses, whose rotten and half-hung clothes stuck to the rotten flesh looked somewhat familiar, and if you think about it, wasn't it the weird combination that Nilasek wore?

Could it be that these reptiles were ...... before they were alive

Instead of thinking about it any further, I quickly dealt with the little fox and the creeping corpses, navigating the dazzling aisles, looking for Niracek's tracks.

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Ah~~~ After the resumption of the 6K Party, the burden is much lighter (drinking tea)......