No one would want to try it a second time, even an intruder who was a red spirit would be incapacitated after such a heavy blow. As the reddish glow of the female red spirit corpse gradually dissipated, there was no trace of it on the ground.

The underground swamp has gradually returned to dead silence, except for the corpses of mosquitoes and leeches that occasionally twitch in the muddy water, and it will not be long before they permanently dissolve into the swamp and become nourishment for highly toxic toxins......

"Heri, are you alright? I think we should stop for a moment, it seems safer. Orlan asked Ciri worriedly, only to see her panting and shaking her head, tired but struggling.

The two of them went down from the fire sacrifice ground to the bottom of the sick village, almost without stopping. Although all kinds of dangers have been resolved one by one along the way, none of them are perpetual machines, and besides, machines can also fail, right?

Exploring and fighting in a dark, closed and unfamiliar environment for long periods of time can be a huge drain on anyone.

Orlan and Ciri are obviously not the only explorers here, especially the heroic undead pioneers, and every undead soul block found represents the loss of a life.

Orlan had also heard the discouraged warriors of the Fire Rite Ground talk about the mission of the undead, and that "spreading fire" was of course a mission that all the undead should achieve, and ringing the bell was an essential process.

The discouraged warrior seems to care, maybe it's because he still rings the bell after he gives up his mission? Orlan didn't promise him, after all, he was not immortal, although the bell seemed to be under the sick village......

Since there have been countless undead people here who have gone to complete their mission, there must have been campfires here. But as if it were a pity, none of them seemed to have succeeded, at least not until Orlan arrived.

Orlan saw that the campfire with swords stuck in the ground in the vaulted hole was cold and dark.

Well, although he had already said, "I can't pass on this fire", in the current situation, they really need a warm fire to dispel the dampness and darkness around them.

Sure enough, this fire still can't be transmitted! Oran felt a little helpless in his heart, this is probably like what a certain king surnamed Lu said: There is no flame in this world, and when there are many people, it will become a flame...... Whether this fire is passed on or not, it is not up to you to pass it on there. Ahem, of course this Lu surnamed Salary King is Vault Dweller Rudos...... This guy is a staunch fire-bearer.

Orlan swore that it was not the result of his itchy hands, and after the slightest touch of his fingertips on the sword in the campfire, the silent flame seemed to hear the call of its most loyal master, and it leaped and spun with joy, and the entwined sword leaped into the sky, from weak to strong, from gentle to warm, and the entire dome of the cavern was reflected orange and bright by the firelight.

Ciri's appearance was a little puzzled, and the eyes illuminated by the firelight seemed to say: Why are you so skilled......

Orlan certainly couldn't explain, and Ciri certainly didn't need his explanation.

Lighting the campfire proved to be the right choice, and Orlan chose to bring the flames back to life, and the flames were also rewarded with the most enthusiastic reward, a warm current that was relieving the exhaustion of his body and the energy consumed by casting spells along the way. Being able to gain the approval of the flame in a non-undead body may be the result that White Dragon and Manus are most looking forward to......

The campfire was safe if nothing happened, and Orlan wasn't going to be attacked unsuspectingly while resting. Ciri is not a perverted "little dragon man" physique like Orlan, she is indeed tired, but she sleeps peacefully by Orlan's side.

The re-ignition of the campfire gradually awakened this dead and dark place. A woman sleeping in the corner, she slowly opened her eyes and looked in the direction of the campfire.

……

Orlan was a little depressed, as clever as he had found no clues about the dragon or Yulia in this place. It stands to reason that there should be traces of that behemoth everywhere it goes, unless the demon dragon has never been here at all, and it is not impossible if it is just the undead man who took Yuria to act alone. And the traces left by this can be easily erased.

There is too little information, unless there are still living people here, and living people who can speak have seen them.

"Be careful!"

As if in response to Orlan's thoughts, a special soul fluctuation suddenly appeared in his alert range, causing him to involuntarily enter a combat state and open his mouth to remind Ciri beside him.

This "person" appeared too suddenly, and he should have used some kind of spell to hide himself, which greatly weakened Oran's ability to detect. But what makes Orlan a little anxious is that he doesn't perceive Yuria's presence, so does that mean he has to prepare for the worst?

At this time, the two of them were ready to face a strong enemy, but Oran's qi and blood were surging uncontrollably, and a pair of red eyes were also slightly flashing red, which meant that the power in his body was like an active volcano that was "ready to go", and he might be about to be angry.

Just as Orlan was on the verge of going berserk, a slightly weak but gentle female voice slowly sounded: "I can feel your anger, young adventurer...... Fury is like Izaris's Chaos Fireball, it can easily destroy everything, including the caster himself. I think I can hear your 'anger', if you're willing to tell me......"

I have to say that her voice is very good, as cool as a hot summer mountain spring, and gentle enough to be full of tolerance, understanding, and even a hint of comfort?

But is that enough to quench the anger in Oran's heart? No, it just made Orlan more sensible, sensible enough to control the anger that could destroy the world. Weak people will be carried away by negative emotions such as anger, fear, greed, etc., and become reckless.

Obviously concerned about chaos, he cared too much about Yulia, and he was even a little frightened at that moment...... So he really needs more cultivation in this life, doesn't he?

Because of this, he almost broke out before he even figured out whether the other party was friend or foe, and the first "fight" with this person did fall into inferiority, but it was by no means without a chance to remedy, after all, everything still depends on strength.

Thinking about it this way, although the other party doesn't know whether he is friend or foe, at least he doesn't use such a boring little trick as provoking him. So since she wants to know why she is "angry", tell her that it is okay.

Orlan spoke, not in a hurry, without the slightest emotion: "My friend Yulia, who has been kidnapped by the undead who call herself a servant of darkness, has come to find her whereabouts. Do you know? ”

The woman sitting on the ground in the corner of the wall, dressed in a black robe, muttered for a moment: "Hmm...... Undead? It's been a long time since I've seen anyone alive...... But rest assured, I am not your enemy. As for me, I'm just a poor homeless man...... My name is Krana. You are lonely, the young lady warms you with a movie