It's not that I haven't experienced the feeling of flying, but it's still a little bad to be carried by these two little devils, and everything is controlled by the other party.

Afraid that his actions would make the two guys in his head let go, Zhang Lin simply maintained a puppet-like posture, but his two eyes were still staring around.

The sheer size of the city is evident when you look down at the city from the sky, and the layered but undivided building pattern is more spectacular than many skyscrapers.

Under the bridge of Lothric is a forest surrounded by poisonous mist, surrounded by a high wall, which is the Fran Forest, originally the land of the Abyss, where the Flange Undead set up a fortress to monitor the Abyss, and the overlord Vonier, who once founded the Kingdom of Casas, is buried in a crypt near the forest, and it is clear that the overlord wants to continue to explore the power of the abyss even after he dies.

Far from the city, the huge church that could not be hidden by the endless trees was the secluded church of Lothric, and in the distance was a snow-covered mountain range, and in that mountain range, Irusil and Arnorlund in the cold valley were covered in a mist of snow and ice, and it was impossible to see their appearance.

The reason why the royal city of Lothric was built on such a high place is also because it has the meaning of overlooking its own territory.

The two little devils who were porters didn't want to send him down, so they just flew in a circle along the perimeter of the high wall towards the back of the royal city, Zhang Lin could see the figures of soldiers running on the high wall, although some people saw him in the sky, but no one was in the mood to try to shoot an arrow.

Soon, the little devil carried Zhang Lin to the mountain road behind the left side of Lothric City, and lowered him to a piece of cyan stone brick paved ground, and the two competent porters turned around and left without saying a word, turning into two black spots on the horizon.

The feeling of being down-to-earth made Zhang Lin's heart feel steady, and while moving his arm that became a little stiff after being carried by those two guys, Zhang Lin was ready to go to the destination that he had noticed in the air before.

Obviously, they could get there by flying a little longer, but the two porters were stunned and threw Zhang Lin far away.

This is a narrow mountain road, on one side is a cliff that will never kill if you fall down, although you don't feel cold, Zhang Lin still subconsciously tightens her collar.

A few dead locust trees danced their teeth and claws towards the sky on the side of the mountain road, and Zhang Lin looked behind him, where there was a small square-like place, surrounded by a circle of ruins carved with murals, surrounded by a bowl-like sculpture, which was modeled after the royal vessel that had once been taken out by the unsung hero to carry the king's soul.

Walking along the mountain road, there are many coffins and some dilapidated tombstones, but none of these coffins are buried, and some are even half-open.

Some people in rudimentary black robes patrolled the mountain road with shabby weapons, and Zhang Lin happened to see a guy crawling out of the coffin being slashed to the ground by these black-robed men and sent back to the coffin again.

These are the grave keepers that Lothric has arranged here, and although there are a large number of people buried here who have participated in or assisted in the fire transmission, it is clearly not the time for them to wake up, so all these grave keepers have to do is let them continue to sleep.

Seeing Zhang Lin's arrival, several grave keepers aimed their weapons at him, although they were just some daggers, wooden guns or crossbows and the like, but they could still put people down, but seeing Zhang Lin dressed brightly, these people didn't do it immediately, and the first person stepped forward and was about to ask.

"I'm here on behalf of the Lord Priest of Lothric," said Zhang Lin, picking up the small ring flag as a certificate, "I need to go to the fire festival to meet the fire prevention girl." ”

The grave keeper looked at the things in Zhang Lin's hand, nodded, and bowed slightly behind him to signal Zhang Lin to follow.

The grave keepers were very thin, with dusty dry hair and pointed jaws visible only under their hoods, and they were supposed to be undead, but they were stationed here with the replenishment of their souls to keep them from turning into living corpses.

Following the grave keeper, he descended along the narrow mountain path that clings to the cliff, and now the view on the right side is only the endless snow-capped mountains shrouded in clouds and mist.

The two grave keepers guarding the gate of a circular building looked at each other and moved out of the way with the man who led Zhang Lin, not seeing any communication between them at all.

This is where the first boss in the game to dissuade a large number of players is located, but there is no one in there at this time, because the stone bricks on the ground are already potholed and there is a lot of water.

Although it is daytime, there are a large number of candles of various thicknesses lit next to the huge coffins and tombstones on the left side of the square, giving it a more solemn atmosphere.

On the other side of the square, under the wall, a wide, thick wooden door separates the place from the ceremonial arena behind it, and the heavy creaking sound of the grave keeper pushing the gate sounds like a vicissitudes.

Through the gate, Zhang Lin was finally able to see the destination of the trip, a tall tower protected by an arch-shaped semicircular wall, with a large bell at the top of the tower, but the fire sacrifice ground was not a tower, but a circular building below the tower.

There are more tombstones on the periphery of the sacrificial ground, some are just a semi-circular stone tablet standing on the ground, some are tall and solemn, carved with delicate pattern decoration, and many tombstones are still placed in front of the weapons of the tombstone owner, because of the relationship of time, these weapons are basically in a damaged state.

The handwriting on all the tombstones has been blurred, and it is impossible for future generations to know their corresponding identities, but some grave keepers can be seen kneeling in front of the tombstones to perform a similar ritual of worship, which is probably another spiritual support that they can hold on to.

The grave keeper who led the way stopped when he arrived, but he pointed to the sacrificial ground and turned away, returning to the place where he had been stationed.

There is no need for someone to lead the way, and there is a circular sacrificial ground along the stairs.

The grave keepers who visited the tombstone did not look up when they heard Zhang Lin's footsteps, but were immersed in their own world.

After stepping on the last step, Zhang Lin is in front of the gate of the sacrificial ground full of religious style, after stepping into it, the left and right sides are up and down the stairs respectively, and the first thing you can see is the five thrones with different styles and sizes on the opposite side, but there is no king in sight.

In the middle of the circular sacrificial arena was a stone basin filled with ashes, in which was a spiral sword covered with flame patterns, and a black-robed woman standing on the side of the steps.