The tavern, a place where people drink and chat for a long time.

And in the kingdom of Saka, which has declined, it can even be described as empty.

Occupied by the undead, i.e., the living corpses, most of the undead in the kingdom of Saka are pacifists.

They will only pray that the fire will have mercy on them and let them die one day, and the only remaining sanity will be lost over time.

And losing their reason, losing their humanity, the undead become living corpses full of madness.

And the kingdom of Saka, which was once known to everyone, has become a "paradise" for the undead.

In the corner of the kingdom of Saka is a nondescript tavern, crawling with rats and a few undead who are still human, kneeling on the ground begging for God's guidance.

Even the snow and ice outside could not stop them from praying, and they circled around, raising their hands above their heads, and their dry skin made people sick to look at.

The wooden door of the tavern had countless knife marks, and every time the door was opened and closed, there was a strange creak.

One after another of the last remaining dwarves of the Saka kingdom gathered in this tavern, who would have thought that the once-infamous Draeney Tavern would be so popular?

The tavern was nothing unremarkable, with tattered counters, a few rotten wooden tables and chairs, and rats lying on the floor.

And the broken crystal cups on the table, everyone was pouring themselves a drink, except for the undead.

The knight in the tavern drank wine and boasted that he had been a guard for the queen of the kingdom of Saka, but the queen suddenly drove herself away.

Everyone laughed loudly at the drunken knight's bragging, and the knight blushed and scolded those who laughed at him: "You bunch...... Hiccup! Damn bastard!"

When everyone saw that he was angry, they stopped paying attention to him, and let him talk to himself.

And those immortals who don't drink, eat, and breathe are sitting at the counter sighing.

"Great flame, when will I die?"

This immortal is relatively sensible, his skin is not very dry, his hair has not fallen out or turned white, and he still has the appearance of a human.

When this immortal man who wanted to die said this, everyone else scoffed, who in this world doesn't want to live a little longer?

"Uh-huh, maybe it's a fucking pain to be alive in this damn world. The knight spoke again, but this time with a very serious face, and did not stutter without stammering.

"Hum hum hum ......" The immortal suddenly laughed, his face was gloomy, his eyes kept rolling, and his pale pupils made everyone else feel a chill rushing to the top of his head.

"Do you want to experience immortality?" his smile grew more and more exaggerated, and the corners of his mouth rose to an eerie U-shape.

Before the person next to him could react, the undead recited a strange incantation, and the knight seemed to sense something, and pulled out the sword of the Saka knight at his waist and slashed at the undead.

The undead didn't care at all, the blade fell on the undead's head, and everyone thought that blood would be splattered, and they all hid far away.

Unfortunately, the blade of the sword was broken because of this, and it didn't take long for the undead to emit black gas around him, and the knight sat down and pointed at the undead, and between his lips and trembling hands, someone next to him seemed to recognize what kind of spell it was.

"It's a curse! an undead curse! oh! oh my God!"

Just as the curse was about to be done, a scimitar slammed through the head of the undead who thought the curse, black blood splattered on the counter.

The blood-red wine was stained black, and the scimitar brought some brains with it when it was pulled out.

The undead also fell down the moment he drew his scimitar, and his flesh gradually turned into a trace of dust and disappeared in front of everyone's eyes.

Everyone looked at the man who had saved him, wearing a black mask, a linen coat, pale black linen trousers, and a pair of gray cloth shoes.

At his waist were three short knives and a scabbard, and the man looked no more than twenty-six or seventeen years old, and his eyes were full of melancholy.

"Although I don't approve of him turning you into immortals, immortality is really not a good thing. ”

The man's voice was deep, and he put away his scimitar and sat down where the undead were, and drank the blood-stained wine from his mouth.

"May I ask your name?" the knight asked his savior, and the man glanced at the knight.

"Me, Massimopache, you great knight. Massimo didn't seem to be very interested in anything, and the tone of the question was lukewarm and uncomfortable.

The knight took off his arm guard and stretched out his hand and said very enthusiastically: "My name is Emir Gulun, and I used to be the personal chief of guard of the queen of the Saka Kingdom. ”

Massimo didn't stretch out his hand, but sneered quietly under the mask, "Really, I'm just an ember who doesn't even qualify to be burned by the Flame of Initiation......"

Massimo took a deep breath and slowly spit it out, and the emir, who had been talking to himself before, just drank silently and didn't say a superfluous word.

"I take the liberty of asking, can you embark on the path of fire transmission with me?"

"Forget it, I'm not interested in passing the fire, let those fools go. ”

The emir was very uncomfortable after eating the closed door, and he walked silently out the door, and without looking back before going out, he thought to Massimo and said, "I don't know what you have been through, but I want you to cheer up." ”

After saying this, the emir left without looking back, while Massimo stared at the half-drunk wine and muttered, "Yes...... You have no idea what I've been through. ”