In a dark underground cavern, a group of young adventurers are listening intently to a skeletal monster talking, and the scene looks really strange.

“…… My name is Robert Willant, and I used to be a dwarf, and my friends call me 'Quencher,'......" the skeleton said quietly. We can vaguely guess what he said, especially since his name and his stature match the legendary dwarven "Quencher".

“…… A year ago, I discovered this vein and am digging a hole here. At that time, I didn't know what terrible things were buried underneath it, and I couldn't imagine that I was digging and burying my own grave with my own hands and all the others......"

“…… Everything went well, and a large amount of precious metals were mined, bringing us a steady stream of great wealth. Thinking we had found the treasure, we worked harder and quickened our pace to unleash the demons......"

“…… During the excavation, we broke a stone wall and discovered this huge underground cavern. Stupidity, greed, and curiosity made me make a decision that I will regret forever, and I decided to build a passage to this place and continue digging in this cave......"

“…… We've dug up these caverns......" said, "Robert Willant," pointing to the caverns at the bottom of the caverns, and continued...... A number of sealed chests were found. Like all fools who deserve retribution for greed, we tore off the seal and unleashed a giant devil. No, not even the devil could be more terrible than him, the lord of the evil spirits who resisted death, the master of the corrupt, the most faithful and cruel lackey of the king of the last days, the great lich of souls, the Mackenskar ......"

“…… He drained everyone's lives, and no one was spared. He drains our souls and makes the dead into rotten monsters that wander between life and death, as his own lowliest slaves. He destroyed the entire mine and buried all his secrets here......"

“…… Thankfully, I have the Amulet of the Most High God, which does not save me from death, but protects my soul from the torture of the Great Lich. However, the amulet could not protect me forever, and I could feel that my soul was dissipating. I prayed to the Most High God that he would give me the opportunity to bring this terrible secret to the public. My soul is already very weak, and I can't hold it up for long. Still, it's good that you're here......"

“…… Go to the fortress of Valen and report the elimination of Mackenskar's escape to the Marquis de Meneval. Time is pressing, the Great Lich seems to have a way to guide the Blighted Lands back to the continent of Farvi, the army of the Doomsday King will be sprinkled all over the continent, the war is about to begin, we must prepare early! ”

"Besides, I'd like to ask you to do me a little favor......" Just when I thought the dwarven rotten had finished speaking, he made another request to us:

“…… If my soul dissipates, my body will become a monster, just like my companions. Dwarves are not afraid of death, but to die with dignity, and I cannot let my body become an enemy of my own soul. At this, his voice paused for a moment. Even though he was no longer able to change any of his expressions and voices, I seemed to be able to sense that he was making an important decision.

"Destroy me, after I become a monster!" He said.

"I will give up my soul and no longer hold on to my life. I only ask you to stop me, to kill my dead body one more time, and let me die quietly like a dwarf. ”

“…… I've ...... Alive...... It's been a long time......"

"Would you like to ...... Can you help me......"

The Dwarven Corrupt lifted his stout, sturdy head and looked at me with his empty but earnest black eyes.

I can't answer.

Shouldn't I do that? Stop the birth of a monster and let the soul of a good man rest in peace. Reason tells me that I should accept his request and use my sword to free him from his long suffering. No one should refuse this request, because it is a matter of the soul of a good person.

However, it is difficult.

This corrupt man has a whole soul, he can feel pain and chagrin, I can't tell myself that he's dead—if a person's body is mutilated and his soul is intact, can we say he's dead? Can we say that the people who have severed their hands and feet and have only one eye are dead? Compared to them, the undead in front of me has only lost more flesh, and he is still a "man", a "man" with life, wisdom, and nobility.

Can you watch such a person kill himself in front of your eyes and then destroy his body without hesitation?

"Take the task!" Niu Million's voice came from behind me, and I glanced back, he seemed to be waiting a little impatiently.

"Don't worry, as soon as you accept the task, retreat, fifteenth-level monster, we can beat it!" Nocturne in B-flat minor was also said eagerly.

“…… You...... Won't it ...... Also...... It's stuck...... "Even the unresponsive Ding Ding Xiaoge couldn't help but urge me." Looking at their eagerness and eagerness, I really couldn't understand: is it so exciting to kill a monster that was once human?

Perhaps, my fellow space-waders have an optimistic understanding of "death". According to their description, when a person dies, he does not disappear, but has the opportunity to be resurrected. Perhaps, the same would have happened to the dwarven metallurgist named Robert Willant.

But I still don't like it.

"Okay, I'm willing to help you!" I gritted my teeth and nodded in agreement.

"I can't express my gratitude to you, brave adventurer. May the High God Darimus bless you forever......" Robert Willant, the undead, said to me gratefully, his pale jaw grinning back slightly, revealing a strange and reassuring smile. He gently stretched out his hands, grasped the ornament that hung on his chest, and knelt on the ground with a low groan, and hung his head reverently. As the sound of his hollow machinery faded, I could see a faint glow drifting away from him, softly disappearing in mid-air until there was no trace of him. These lights were unlike anything I'd seen before—I mean, it's obviously not called "ghostfire"—it was something truly magical, and what sustained it was the most primordial power of life.

When all the light cleared, I smelled danger from the dwarven skeleton in front of me.

It was a cold smell of killing, and I knew that the skeleton kneeling before me had been transformed into a death-making relentless machine, without the breath of a living person.

It was a battle I don't want to recall.

It's not so much that I try to forget how I felt, but rather that I never remember that fight.

Robert "The Quencher" Willant, the dwarven metallurgical master who had been transformed into a monster, slashed at me with his battle axe without hesitation, his mind full of mineralogy and metallurgical knowledge now completely replaced by a killing frenzy. The tomahawk slashed at the shield with a "clang" sound that made my arm tingle.

I didn't fight back the whole time, just subconsciously blocked my head and face with my shield. I even felt like I was doing it not because I was afraid of his tomahawk, but because I didn't dare to face his face, the bony face with dark and deep eye sockets.

At one point, I thought about abandoning all thoughts of vulnerability, facing rotten monsters like a true warrior, and slashing with my sword mercilessly. But whenever I saw his numb and stiff face, I couldn't help but think of his earnest anticipation when he begged me to destroy him. He was looking forward to atonement, and he had paid enough for what he had done. He begged me to destroy his body, and I agreed, but in fact, I didn't have that right - he didn't have anything to save him.

So, I could only hide weakly behind the shield, betraying his wishes and my promises, and allowing the evil forces to dominate his body and do the atrocities that he would never want to do.

Fortunately, I also have my friends, who are not as sentimental and hesitant as I am. Destroying a fifteenth-level Corrupt was not a difficult task for them, and it wasn't long before the sturdy dwarven skeleton was frozen into an ice lump by Ding Ding Xiaoge's Ice Witch, and then knocked to pieces. Shattered stubble and ice shards burst all over the floor, mingling with the stumps of the original skeleton monsters.

The battle is over.

Having fulfilled Robert Willant's request, my fellow Skywaders looked delighted - I have no position to blame them, they saved a soul, fulfilled a dwarf's last request, and brought him a death of honour. They have every reason to be happy.

However, I really couldn't be happy about it at all.

Was he "killed" or "saved"?

I have never been willing to think about this question.

In the cave behind Robert Willant, we find a "Senior Miner's Manual" and an iron pickaxe "Metal Scavenger" that increases mining skills by 30 points, two items that make the only miner among us, Ding Dingxiaogo, covetous.

“…… These two pieces ...... Stuff...... Can...... Give it all to me......" The excitement in his heart was completely muffled by his sluggish voice, and no trace of joy could be heard.

Although these two items were the most valuable items in this adventure, they meant nothing to the others, and no one objected to giving them to Ding Ding Xiaoge. In this way, our orc warlock not only completed the mission, but also significantly improved his mining power, becoming the luckiest one of the most rewarding people in this adventure.

Delighted, Ding Ding Xiaoge generously offered us some metals and ores if we needed them, which I used to learn alchemy. In addition to me, Nocturne in B-flat minor was also the beneficiary of the generous decision of the orc warlock—the life skill he learned was to make armor.

The elven druid maiden fairy descended to the earth and received the "Faith Amulet" around Robert Willant's neck, which was supposed to be worn by the most devout believers of the Supreme God Darimus, which condensed the power of faith, which could increase the wearer's mana by thirty points and improve the wearer's ability to resist soul magic.

What I find a little puzzling is that the druid girl is a true believer in the goddess of nature, Necheria, but she doesn't mind wearing an amulet that belongs to a follower of the supreme god.

However, looking at the elf girl's excitement, I think she may not know what this amulet means at all, but simply wants to wear an ornament around her neck for the sake of good looks - we all know that no matter what race women are, the demand for ornaments is endless. I'd bet anyone, if there was only one option, that even a priestess of the Most High God, who believed in order and light, would rather have a skeletal pendant symbolizing despair and death than leave her neck empty.

In addition to some herbs or food, the skeleton monsters in the mines also dropped some coins - they were supposed to have carried them with them during their lifetimes, and when the soul great lich McKenskar turned them into the Corrupt, the hapless miners apparently didn't have time to change their clothes. Now, they don't think they'll need it anymore.

Except for the sundries and coins, which everyone had, the Ox Millions didn't get anything else. But in my opinion, he was not disappointed at all. On the contrary, he may now feel that he is the most rewarding person:

“…… What's the big deal, I came here by myself when I was just one level, and the many high-level people I saw on the road were that these skeletons weren't anything at all...... "I don't think he would have told the druid girl that he had run to Campunavia City because he got lost.

“…… I've also seen dragons, a green dragon. I'll take you to kill it when your level is higher......" Niu Million still lost no time in boasting. Although the man next to the girl is always very strong, when a twelve-level minotaur warrior brags that he is going to "slay the dragon", this is no longer fierce, but shameless bragging.

Niu Million took the fairy down to the front and walked in front, as if he deliberately quickened his pace and widened the distance between us. And the elven druids seemed to have forgotten about our existence, and followed him closely, laughing from time to time by him. Soon, their bodies were hidden in the darkness, and only the names above their heads could be seen in the shadows. Niu Million put his lengthy name on his head, like a sign that could walk upright, and it looked a little funny. After a while, we couldn't even see their names.

"Nothing to do, either a traitor or a thief!" Looking at their disappearing figures, Nocturne in B flat minor gritted her teeth and said angrily.

“…… What is the ...... are the ones who want to ...... Court...... and those who cannot give...... ......"I have gradually become accustomed to Ding Ding Xiaoge losing no time in giving his wonderful opinions at such times.

"......" The robbed dwarf bard rolled his eyes and glared at the orc warlock with a resentful face:

"Ding Ding Xiaoge, it wasn't until I met you that I realized that there were two things I had made mistakes since I was a child."

“…… What's up? ”

"First, sometimes, people who tell the truth are annoying; Second ......" At this point, he suddenly lowered his voice, and then approached Ding Ding Xiaoge.

“…… The second is...... What? After a while, Ding Ding Xiaoge asked rhetorically.

“…… The second point is that when you are close to someone to talk, it is easy to step on the other person's foot! With that, Nocturne in B flat minor stomped the Orc Warlock's feet, and then strode forward with a sigh of rage.

With Ding Ding Xiaoge's unusually sluggish reaction speed, he didn't react to this kick at the time. Until the bard walked a full dozen paces away......

"Ah......h

“…… You're definitely ...... Beware of the ...... Deliberate revenge ......"

"Ah............h

We immediately guessed that the Minotaur warrior and the elven druid were once again in an enemy ambush.

Although I always complained that I had not been able to attract the attention of the elf girl, as soon as I heard the cry for help, the nocturne in B flat minor immediately rushed out at the same time as me, and ran straight in the direction of the sound. Once again, Ding Ding Xiaoge also used his irregular teleportation steps, sometimes appearing in front of us, sometimes falling behind us, moving like a ghost's shadow.

"You stupid big fool, you told you not to run too fast and keep a certain distance from us. If something goes wrong like you are now, how can we save ......" Nocturne whined loudly at Niu Million as she jumped up and down desperately. However, when the figures of Niu Million and the fairy appeared in front of him face down again, his grumbling immediately stopped abruptly.

Some unexpected sights completely blocked the bard's mouth, and at once the eloquent fellow could not say a word.

He wasn't the only one who was surprised, I also stood there in a daze, my eyes wide in disbelief of what was happening.

The two men who walked alone in front of him were not in any danger - to be exact, our minotaur warrior was actually unharmed, and he was just thinking like us, his mouth wide open, and he looked at the scene in astonishment, unaware that his big tongue had subconsciously stretched out of his mouth, and he was almost licking his neck.

There is only one person who is fighting, and that is our elven druid maiden fairy who descends to earth with her face on the ground. It's hard for me to describe how she behaved at this moment: she closed her eyes in horror, and her hands kept raking and pulling hard in front of her, and although she had become a stout bear, she still looked like a little girl struggling powerlessly from head to toe when she cowered in terror.

A little girl's weak and clumsy struggle may be gimmicky, but the instinctive reaction of a giant bear when it is frightened is far more terrifying. Now, there are two skeleton monsters with pickaxes and shovels standing in front of the elven druids, more of a wretched pair of wretched creatures than terrifying undead spirits. With each swing of the bear's claws, shattered bone fragments fall from their bodies, and the blunt weapons in their hands can do very little damage to the druids who transform into the bear's form. Until now, the Druid Bear had lost less than a third of its life, and the ground was already littered with broken bones and skeletons.

"What's wrong?" I asked the frightened Cow Million.

"Just now...... As we were walking, this group of skeletons, maybe five, suddenly came out of the corner, and we were unprepared, and one of the skeletons was face to face with her. And then...... She screamed, almost scaring me to death. And then ...... It wasn't my turn to do it at all, and it became like this......" Niu Million spread his hands forward and motioned for me to look at the current scene.

"Ah...... Help me...... It's scary, it's scary......" The druid girl shouted for help in his shrill soprano as she slapped the last skeleton into a pile of bone chips. It looked like she didn't know what she was doing until she had killed the last enemy, her hands...... Well, double claws...... Still waving on her chest, it looks like she's going to keep swinging like this if no one stops her.

It has been said that fear can also stimulate the great potential in the human body, allowing people to exert unexpected powers. I had always thought it was ridiculous – a coward can't be a warrior no matter how much he changes – but now it dawns on me that fear may be more powerful than people think.

Seeing this scene, we all sighed helplessly. Niu Million's face was slightly red, and under our gaze, he stepped forward and patted the druid girl on the shoulder from behind:

"It's okay, it's okay, those skeletons are dead......"

The elven druid seemed to have heard Niu Million's words, and her claws stopped waving suspiciously, and her closed eyes opened a thin slit slightly, and after making sure that everything was safe, she finally opened her eyes.

"Oops, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, they just appeared out of nowhere and scared me out. I'm very timid, I'm afraid of the dark and ghosts, so I'll let you see the joke. She had reverted to the appearance of an elven girl, and her little face was flushed with shame.

Our faces seem redder than hers.

"They...... How did they die? The elf girl asked with a little surprise as she looked around. She looked at us, and finally stopped at Niu Million:

"You can't have killed them......, right?"

"Hmm...... Uh...... "At this time, Niu Million was probably shocked by the amazing achievements of the fairy descending to earth, and he didn't react at all, but just snorted hesitantly.

It's a pity that the elf girl seems to have taken his hesitation as a tacit acquiescence:

"I knew it was you, you're amazing!" The elf girl's gaze of infinite reverence made Niu million helpless, and the cowhide was red and hot.

I don't know why she always thinks that Niu Million is the toughest of us – and that's quite a big discrepancy. I guess maybe for those girls with a weak temperament, the rugged and bold appearance can really arouse a sense of security in their hearts.

I have to say, what a beautiful mistake.

It didn't take long for us to be back in the underground hall, about to return from the mine to the surface.

Niu Million and Elf Girl still walked side by side in front, and the bats in the mine could no longer pose a threat to them. The three of us were far behind them, keeping them both in sight at all times.

At this time, Ding Ding Xiaoge, a half-orc warlock who had been silent for a long time, finally opened his mouth:

"I think...... Even if it's the druid girl alone...... It can also clean the underground caves......"

I must admit that he was talking about a terrible fact that made us men both embarrassed and ashamed.

(Recommend a super novel.) The reason why it is said to be "super strong", the text is secondary, mainly his author, is really ............ Yes!

Heng Yuanxiang, the new book of the Mad Men, Confucius Festival, "The World of the Second Class of Three Years". I was deeply blown away by this guy's perseverance in advertising spirit. I once heard people say that the highest level of advertising is either eye-catching or black-eyed. He was very successful in getting to the point of "blacking out".

In fact, the novel is not badly written, but it is a little too slow to get into the theme, and even ...... Slower than me. I don't know what it's like when you read a novel that goes up to chapter 15 and finds that it's called "The real story has just begun...... it's just beginning, but I feel like history has turned another page.

Patient friends should go and check it out, it's a bit suspenseful, the writing is clean (I have to say, his description of air combat is obviously not an expert), and the plot of the story is ............ Ah, don't worry about the plot, it hasn't unfolded yet.

Well, I'll admit, I was just moved by his bloody advertisement, and I personally contributed a collection of one, which was all a little support for my fellow travelers.

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