The Iron Wall Warsong of the Nocturne in B flat minor helped us survive the greatest of crises, and he increased our protection in time when our armor was corroded. With the help of Warsong, the rate of our health recovery was narrowly outpaced by the rate of life reduction, reaching a balance point in our favor, which made our otherwise extremely difficult battle a thrilling one.

On the other side, the half-orc warlock Ding Ding Xiaoge was always in a dispensable embarrassing state.

As we know, the Warlock's Servant is not a living object, it is just a magical projection of some powerful otherworldly beings in our plane. It can be temporarily destroyed, but it cannot be actually killed. When Ding Dingxiaoge's summoning spell cooled down, he immediately summoned the Ice Witch again and used the "Ice Pick Technique" behind us to support us, shooting the skeleton monsters from a distance.

Although the lethality of the "Icepick Technique" is powerful, the frequency of firing is very slow, and in fact, the Ice Witch does not help us much.

In addition to the Demon's own attack spells, the Warlock himself, as a spellcaster, also has some unique magical attacks. These adventurers who traded with powerful otherworldly rulers seem to have a special penchant for darkness, and their best trick is to shoot their own shadows to deal massive damage to their enemies, a spell known as the "Shadow Arrow" that is so powerful and stealthy that it is impossible to guard against.

Throughout, Ding Ding Xiaoge has been chanting spells constantly, trying to gather the magical power in the shadows in his own hands, and then ......

…… Crush them in the palm of your hand.

Yes, he's been trying to cast the Shadow Arrow spell, but he's never been able to cast it.

"Don't be stupid and stand still! You're on the attack! Looking at his dazed and innocent demented appearance, Niu Million was angry, pouting his big nose and shouting at the orc warlock, "Your little female ghost is much more useful than you!" ”

After continuing to crush the two shadow magic balls of light, Ding Dingxiaoge's sleepwalking-like voice came back to our ears:

“…… I don't want to...... I'm here...... The delay is terrible...... The skeleton I'm aiming for...... It's all been ...... by you hacked to death...... I didn't...... Goals......"

"Then use a different skill, don't keep working over there! You've got to do something! Niu million yelled with red eyes, looking as if he wanted to swallow Ding Ding Xiaoge in one bite and spit it out, swallow it in and spit it out, swallow it again and spit it out again. I guess this because the Minotaurs had four stomach pouches and, like their unintelligent distant relatives, had a habit of ruminating.

Niu Million's angry scream reminded Ding Ding Xiaoge. He habitually hesitated for a moment, then stopped his futile efforts to release the Shadow Arrow, and instead whispered another unfamiliar incantation. As a result of the strange magic of "delay", his voice was dragged out with a comical pitch change. It was obviously a longer and more complex spell, and while I couldn't understand the magical language that summoned otherworldly powers, the sounds sounded eerie to me, and it didn't feel like a good spell.

As he finished the spell with a bleating sound that resembled the cry of a sheep, a pale green mist suddenly fell from the sky and enveloped us, and then he pointed his right hand over our heads—this was obviously the end of the spell, but this "last-first-come" spell was nothing new to him.

If the bard's war song was the turning point of this battle, then this spell of Ding Ding Xiaoge had a decisive impact on this battle.

This spell is called "Cloud of Decay", and enemies affected by this spell will have their health and defense reduced for the duration of the spell's effect. Even though it was just a simple elementary spell that didn't have a noticeable decaying effect on the group of skeleton monsters, it became the straw that broke the camel's back when our battle was evenly matched.

The touch of the long sword cutting through the bones immediately became soft, and the hard bony shells of these monsters seemed to have lost a lot of calcium in a short period of time, and they suffered from the terrible "hypochondria". I could even hear the unsatisfying shrill of the sword in the pleasure of the friction as the "sabertooth ripper" in my hand and the crunchy bones gnawed at each other: the sharp murder weapon had lost its significance in the face of these vulnerable opponents, and was only being used as a crude tool of killing.

Best of all, this "cloud of attenuation" is a wide range of magic, and its negative effects can affect every enemy that comes within range of the magic, not just a single opponent, which makes the impact of Ding Ding's "delay" problem less obvious.

It's a wonderful thing, the simplest, lowest-level spell that has magnified our already slim advantage to an immeasurable level, allowing the five of us to have absolute control against an opponent who is several times our size. In the face of our weapons and magic, the brutal and terrible skeleton monsters became more and more unsupportable, crumbling before us like a broken earthen wall. The severed bones kept falling to the ground with a messy noise, and then we trampled them to pieces mercilessly.

Fighting, that is the nature of adventurers, is the surging enthusiasm that flows from the source of life in their veins. Whether they are strong enough or not, I feel that in the face of these brave and intelligent people, any danger can be overcome. As long as these people are still fighting, there will always be something magical going on, and there will be no so-called "inevitable" defeat.

If this battle proves what can be called "inevitable", it is only one thing: five people are always more powerful than four!

With this successful experience, the rest of the story starts to get simpler. After a short break, we lured the remaining group of skeleton monsters in batches and eliminated them one by one in the narrow aisles in the same way. For a moment, the war song of the gnome bard in B flat minor, called "******", fluttered solemnly and sacredly over the cavern, accompanied from time to time by the heartfelt admiration of the elven druid maiden:

"Can't you just change the tune?"

……

It didn't take long for us to destroy all the brutal and belligerent skeleton monsters in the caverns, wipe out all the enemies around Robert Willant's lost hammer, and clear the way for our orc warlocks to pick up quest items.

Ding Ding Xiaoge finally stood safely in front of the red-glowing hammer, and when he bent down to pick it up, he suddenly froze there without warning, as if time had suddenly stopped. I even subconsciously reached out my fingers and looked at my palm to make sure it wasn't the effect of some powerful magic like "Time Stops".

"Wouldn't it be stuck here again?" Niu Million let out a long wail in almost despair. He rushed to Ding Ding Xiaoge in three or two steps, stretched out his hand and pinched his face anxiously, "Dude, we risked our lives, made such a big detour, hacked so many skeletons, and made this place a mess, but all to help you complete the task." Seeing that the task is about to be completed, you can't just drop the connection at this time...... Then our hard work will be in vain...... Wake me up...... Wake up...... Awake...... Wake up......"

Seeing that he didn't react, Niu Million screamed eagerly, and at the same time stretched out his broad palm and slapped the orc warlock a few times, as if trying to wake him up from his coma.

The Minotaur's method was clearly working, and just as he was playing well, a flash of red light flashed in our eyes, and the hammer on the ground immediately disappeared, and then Ding Dingxiaoge's right hand belatedly touched the empty clearing.

"Don't ...... Stop it...... I...... No drops...... But the face ...... Soon...... It's swollen......" Ding Ding Xiaoge's voice suddenly came.

Niu Million was slightly stunned, and then blushed and apologized again and again: "Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I thought you had fallen off...... Impulsive, impulsive......"

"Next time...... I'll delay it again...... Target...... Time...... Who's going to hit me again...... Face...... I'll just ...... Fight him to the death......" Ding Ding Xiaoge's cheeks were so angry that he was beaten at this point - red and his tone was full of a strange tone, as if he wanted to express his inner anger, but the slow pace made his tone helpless and soft.

……

After Tintin Jgo successfully retrieved his quest items, we all set our sights on the only skeleton left in the cavern - Robert Willant, the undead, who was standing quietly at the door of a cave.

If these decaying beings, who have lost their souls and refuse to die, have a certain personality, then this stout, diminutive skeleton may be a haughty and reserved fellow. All this time, he never joined us in the fight, and even turned a blind eye to the close battle, only to watch, if he still had eyes, as we teared his companions apart and shattered them.

During a fight, I once accidentally approached a skeleton while fighting him. I was ready to take his attack, but he didn't pay any attention to me. He looked a little different from the other skeletons - I don't mean his short, stocky stature, but his eyes.

Like the other murderous and tyrannical monsters, there was nothing in his eye sockets except a dark hollow. But it was also pitch black, and the darkness in his eyes seemed to be extraordinarily deep and long, as if there was something magical and ineffable in it. That seems to be some kind of ......

…… Some kind of emotion?!

Can you imagine? It was just a skeleton. Oh yes, for some reason we don't know, maybe he moves, maybe he doesn't ...... So like a skeleton, but he is. And I could see in his eyes that he had nothing emotions that should have belonged only to the living.

It was a complex emotion, pity, sorrow, self-blame, remorse...... Many painful feelings converged in the empty darkness in his eyes. I think that's ridiculous, but I believe I did see it.

"Looks like there's another mission here." Nocturne in B flat minor pointed at the undead and grinned, "Who's going to talk to him?" ”

"I'm not going, it's a scary ......" the fairy shrank behind Niu Million with a disgusted face, showing half of her head in fear and curiosity, but she couldn't help but look in the direction of "Undead Robert Willant".

"Don't be afraid, I'll stand here to protect you!" Niu Million impassionedly stood up to the front and said loudly to the druid girl. However, it seems that in addition to protecting the fairy from earth, the more important meaning of this sentence is that he has made up his mind to "stand here". As for why he didn't stand next to the skeleton - from his somewhat hollow, trembling tone, we could already get some obvious answers.

"Forget it, I'll go." I said to them. As a warrior in heavy armor, if something does happen suddenly, I can hold myself up longer than the low-protection dwarf bard.

I suddenly felt a little embarrassed when I walked up to the short skeleton - after all, just a moment ago, I was fighting to the death with this ugly and terrible thing, and now that you let me talk to him face to face like this, I really don't know what to say.

"Hmm...... That one...... Sir, you ...... Already dead? "I know it's stupid to ask a hollow skeleton with four bodies, "Have you eaten it?" but when I got it out of my mind, I thought it was even more stupid.

Originally, the four guys were waiting behind me with weapons in hand, but when they heard my question, they couldn't help but snicker.

Damn it, if you know what to say, why are you pushing me here.

Just as I was muttering unbalancedly, the skeleton suddenly "clicked" a few times and turned its neck towards me:

"You're finally here, warriors from the ground. I have been waiting for you, and thank goodness that the Most High God heard my prayers......"

Did he speak? Did he really speak?

His voice was eerie and flat, with the same rhythm with every syllable, completely devoid of the usual intonation of our conversations. This cold, mechanical sound sent chills down my back. I don't know how he made the sound, it apparently didn't come from his decaying articulatory organs, but from his body—but in his current state, it seemed that there was no "body" in him.