It's still the same way of summoning as before, with cards and holy water, as well as a mysterious magic gray ** circle, under the surge of shadow power, a somewhat dilapidated building slowly rises from the ground.

The gray mist stopped gushing, and the color of the magic circle gradually faded, and the undead tavern completely floated out of the magic circle, staying on the ground.

The style of this tavern is a bit magical, with grey walls supporting a roof covered with blue tiles. At the door of the tavern, two skulls with blue flames burning in their eye sockets floated on either side of the gate, the flames staring at the nearby creatures like eyeballs.

Of course, the building also has a distinctly tribal style, still a simple and rugged design style, and cute tribal skulls.

It's 7 p.m., and it's the opening time of the Tavern of the Dead. As the dim light passed through the window and came outside, the door to the tavern opened a little.

Before the tavern was placed, the abandoned village had been set up outside the city, and as the name suggests, there was not a single figure in the village, the debris was all over the ground, and there was no sign of life except for a few wizened rats. However, as long as you find a dusty place in this village to sit for an hour or two, you will see a skeleton holding a sharp iron sword coming out of a certain room, the body is about 1.8 meters long, the bones are very thick, and there is a layer of armor made of a mixture of bones and leather, although it seems a little thin, but it can effectively improve the survivability of skeleton soldiers. In the surrounding abandoned buildings, several of the same skeleton warriors, wearing iron helmets and holding wooden escapes, walked around the village.

And when the sunlight gradually dimmed, there were many low-level skeletons coming out of the houses and several broken graves at the entrance of the village, and the number was about a hundred. Unlike the sturdy skeleton soldiers, they hold in their hands the tools they used in their lifetimes, such as axes, hoes, and even fishing rods. They were busy in the village, unconcerned about the dirt and dust on their bodies, doing things they didn't finish before they were alive, cultivating oddly shaped and poisonous crops, or raising skeletal oxen that crawled out of the ground.

It was only then that I understood why this village was the most basic part of the realm of the dead, and although the skeletons had done something different and weird, it was still a part of life, a part of the civilization of the dead.

Because of the fact that I had nothing to do before, after I had endured the pain of cutting off the flesh and ordered the construction of the throne of the barbarian king of the noble dead, I sat here for a long time with a group of barbarians, and only then did I see the scene before.

Later, I took advantage of the darkness to place this undead tavern in a corner of the Tibetan Soldier City, hoping that the energy inside would satisfy me.

Considering that the tavern belonged to the dead, I specially brought a few high-level skeletons with me, I didn't expect them to help me with anything, it was just for the occasion.

I walked to the door, and the two skulls looked at me too, their jawbones opened, and the door was open.

A breath of shadow power swept across his face, and black-purple smoke swirled around the doorway. Looking inside from the doorway, it felt like it was pitch black, but as soon as I stepped into the black fog, it became bright again.

It's like a normal tavern interior, with modest tables, a somewhat dimly lit bar, wall decorations, and large wine glasses on each table.

Of course, everything here is so different compared to ordinary taverns. Sitting around the table are skeletons and undead, and even witches who wander in shadow form. They held wine glasses filled with holy water and dark gold oil, and communicated in strange voices.

Hanging from the roof hung a large number of bats, small round blue creatures that covered their bodies with their wings, and would turn their eyes back and forth in the dark, scanning every corner of the tavern.

The walls are littered with cobwebs, as well as hard-working spiders, and the way they work seems to be weaving elaborate works of art. At the bar, there was a strange black shadow dressed in a witch's cloak, and the whole body was composed of a soul body similar to a black mist, except for the soul fire that shone with blue light. The dark shadow used his iron-gloved hands to adjust the green liquid from the wine glass in front of him, and the aura of dark power surrounded him.

As I walked into the room with the skeletons, the dark shadow at the bar looked directly at me with his burning eyes, and his movements stopped. The guests around also stopped, put down the wine glasses in their hands, and turned their heads around, looking a little hairy to me. The bats on the roof were also agitated, and some even flew around the house.

If this is a movie, the next step should be the plot where the protagonist pretends to be forced at the bar and then fights randomly.

Of course, that doesn't happen in this tavern.

"Welcome, honorable host."

A hollow voice echoed throughout the tavern, and the dark shadow of the mystery bowed with his hand to his chest, then lowered the soul fire and continued to concoct the liquid in his hand.

"I wish you good health, my lord."

The rest of the skeletons raised their glasses at me, and the flying bats spun around and came back to rest on the roof to welcome me.

Everything went back to the way it was just now, and it didn't seem to say much about my arrival. I glanced at it and saw some tall and strong skeletons and some black-winged undead, and I was sure that each of them had the ability to completely destroy the skeleton team I had brought, but I didn't know if I should look for them now, so I walked over to the bar and did it with a few skeletons I brought.

"My lord, what are you going to do? If you're looking for excitement and freshness, I've got a drink for you. ”

Once again, a hollow voice rang out, surrounding me. The dark shadow handed me the drink in his hand, and the soul fire stared at my face.

"The venom of poisonous snakes, the dark gold heavy oil in the gutter, and the expired malt wine and low concentrations of sulfuric acid."

Saying this, the fire of his soul trembled:

"Hell of pleasure ......"

"Lemon juice is fine."

Looking at the glass of yellow and green liquid, I felt my eyebrows skip and my whole body tremble.

"Whatever you want."

He retrieved the eerie smoke from the glass and poured me a glass of lemon juice from the bottle.

"Put it in your account, and collect it when you have enough gold coins."

"Thanks, what shall I call you?"

I took the cup and asked in passing.

"The name doesn't mean much to me, but they all call me Shadow, the owner of this shop."

The dark shadow glanced at me, and its iron-gloved fingers slashed through the air, bringing a trail of black mist.

"Okay, Shadow, I'm looking for some mercenaries, do you know who I'm going to contact?"

I moved closer and asked in a whisper.

"Of course I do."

The black shadow put down the wine glass in his hand, and the soul fire became brighter and fluctuated more violently.

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